Si Tian Guan

Chapter 20 Death Deed

Even before entering the palace, Qu Chenzhou knew that sooner or later he would die unexpectedly, but he never thought that he would rot in Liu Chongming's other courtyard.

Hearing the sound of Liu Chongming slamming the door away, I felt amused and bitter.

At first, I was able to have fun in the bitterness, thinking about the past when the two were together, but gradually I couldn't hold it anymore.

The quilt he was lying on was not dry at all, it was all wet by the water poured on him during the torture.

The ubiquitous damp began to soak the barely healed wound little by little, and then gnawed and squirmed on the wound like life.

Especially the burn marks on the back of the waist, as if a sharp knife was repeatedly pierced and pulled out.

After his consciousness slowly sank into the darkness, his limbs were unable to lift up as if they were tied to iron cones, but there was an anxious voice in his heart urging: Run, run!

He held a swaddling baby tightly in his arms, and in the dim night, while praying for the baby not to cry, he ran desperately along the palace wall, and then scrambled into the hidden shadow amidst the sound of chaotic footsteps.

The imperial guards wiped his hiding place and shouted away.

He didn't dare to come out right away, so he could only curl up into a ball, choking with a tiny voice: "Chongming, where are you... help me..."

But the name didn't bring him luck. When he escaped from the hiding place again, someone behind him shouted, "Here! Catch him!"

Qu Chenzhou screamed, his whole body twitched violently, suddenly his body lightened, and then he felt pain.

The feeling of falling firmly to the ground pulled him back from the nightmare, panting and looking at the strange environment around him.

This was not the room where he had been bound.

The bed behind him is a sarong, which is usually placed outside the master bedroom for the night watchman or the servants who wait on different beds after going to bed.

After stepping out of the sarong, you can see the door of the bedroom.

When he fell off the bed, the gauze curtain was torn off and rolled up all over his body. He leaned on the edge of the bed blankly, watching the sunny sunshine after the rain shine from the door to his feet, dazed, and then raised his hand.

The ropes that bound the hands and feet have been untied and replaced by iron chains.

Two one-foot-long iron chains were stretched out at one end, locked at the corner of the bed, and the other end was buckled on the slave ring on the wrist.Two-foot-long shackles were placed on his feet, and although they did not hinder his movements, he was unable to run.

Qu Chenzhou raised his hands in front of him to see, the bruises on the rope did not dissipate, but a thin layer of medicine was applied, his clothes were changed into dry and refreshing Jinyun hemp, and the wounds on his body were also cleaned and treated properly.

He sighed softly, crawled back to bed and lay down.

Since he came back from life, he was still a little uncomfortable for a while, and many things have become different from the previous life, he can't deal with it according to his previous experience, he can only respond to all changes with the same.

The most important thing right now is to slowly recuperate his body. He is not afraid of death, but since he is still alive, he shouldn't linger on in such a wounded state.

Silently reciting the mantra that he had already mastered by heart, he breathed out slowly, this thing is all too familiar.The long time in the palace, as well as the unbearable torment, are all supported in this way.

Every time I think of it, it's as if someone is standing side by side with me.

He lay down for half an hour before he heard footsteps gradually approaching, and then stopped outside the door, calling inside: "Are you awake? The Elder Master wants to see you."

If it wasn't for his brother's business, Liu Chongming would not be willing to spend so much time on these irritating things as he is doing now.

He prefers to quietly calculate his income in the study in the sunny day, or put a recliner under the plane tree in the yard to enjoy the four-season smoky wind.

Instead of having to sit in the flower hall and deal with annoying guys like now.

Sitting next to him is a young man in his early twenties, with a pair of pleasing eyes, who always looks innocent and happy. At this time, he is about to sip tea, looking at Liu Chongming with a smile from the edge of the teacup .

Liu Chongming looked down at a piece of paper in his hand, noticed the gaze, and frowned slightly. He didn't know when, he was very resistant to the feeling of being looked at.

Maybe it started when the person in the corridor looked up in the dream?

"Just found this little thing?" He threw the paper on the case, showing displeasure: "I just want these, so why should I let you go?"

"What? It's not him you want to check?" The young man picked it up, as if he was afraid that he wouldn't know how to read, and read to him a little bit: "That Qu Chenzhou from Qisheng Tower, right?"

"It's him."

"This is serious?" Fang Wuyang rambled: "I went to his hometown to ask, and the family members are still there, and everyone in the village remembers him, he was sold from Changshui Town, so it can't be wrong. "

Liu Chongming knew in his heart that Fang Wuyang's result would not be wrong, but this result was always inconsistent with what he thought, and he was somewhat conflicted in his heart.

"I was sold when I was three years old, and was bought by Qisheng Building when I was less than four years old. At the age of six, I started listing for divination. Du Quan also knows that rare goods can be lived in, four times a month, three hundred silver each time. Be good, three taels I bought it with silver, and I can earn 200 taels a month, what a black heart."

"What about the divination result?"

"Who is going to divination, and what is the result? This kind of thing is the secret of the guests, and the time you gave is too short." Where did Du Quan hide the record book, or else he didn't dare to remember it at all."

Liu Chongming also runs a business himself, so he knows that it is impossible for this kind of thing to go unrecorded, but it is true that he will not show it to others easily.

"Anyway, I'll help you look at it another day."

"I heard that the first year of listing was the most popular, but before Du Quan had time to raise the price for him, he ran away and was beaten for half a month without getting out of bed."

It turned out to be a repeat offender, Liu Chongming was a little annoyed, and he could even feel Du Quan's furious mood.

"Later, he ran a few more times, and more and more times the divination went empty. The streets were full of half-celestial fortune-tellers, and he was one of them. There were not many people passing by. Last year, the brand was taken off."

Liu Chongming was silent for a moment, and asked, "What do you mean by going empty?"

"Nobody asked for a divination, and the divination couldn't produce a result. What's more, he was beaten so hard that he couldn't get out of bed."

Although he also answered Bai Shilei's question plausibly, he still blurted out and asked, "How can you be so harsh, such a young child can do it?"

"Think about it, what he sold was a death contract, and his parents didn't intend to let him go back. Doesn't that mean life and death are up to the master? And because he is so young, what else can scare him apart from beating him?"

"After playing so many times, it doesn't work?"

"It works. It is said that I have stopped running in recent years, and everyone has relaxed their guard. I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered this a few months ago."

Liu Chongming knew that he had also asked this question when he saw it on the street—why did he beat Pan He and why did he run away suddenly.

The answer I got was ridiculous-I thought I was dreaming.

True and false, the confusing answers and behaviors made him completely stuck in the corner, unable to find a way out.

"Then where did he go and who did he get in touch with the most during the time he was in Qisheng Building?"

"He can't even get out of the door, where else can he go, at most he can walk around the three buildings under Du Quan's name, and he has to be taken with him. Most of the time he is confined in the backyard, helping the kitchen. Everyone says he is bored Very quiet, don't like to talk, and don't get in touch with anyone."

Liu Chongming felt that he really met his nemesis this time. The other party was full of doubts and was against common sense, but he couldn't steam it or cook it, he didn't eat soft and hard food, and he didn't open his mouth.

He even wanted to let go of it, so as not to make extra troubles in this kind of matter.

Fang Wuyang looked at him with a smile, as if he could read his mind: "Master, you don't use your own people, let me, a savage, run for you, and why?"

"When I went to visit his hometown, I heard that someone else came to ask him about it." Facing Liu Chongming's gaze, he didn't make a fool of himself: "It's from Jiang Xingzhi."

As soon as Liu Chongming's heart moved, he knew that Jiang Xingzhi was not aimless that day: "Jiang Xingzhi asked him what he was doing?"

"Then who knows, they are all asking the same person, and he can't figure out how to ask, but..." Fang Wuyang put his hand into his arms with a sinister smile: "There are still some little episodes, do you really want to know? "

Liu Chongming saw a few thin sheets of paper between his fingertips, and sneered: "Fang Wuyang, it seems that the next time you get stuck in the red powder pit, you don't want to be picked up by others?"

"Tsk, my son, you are so old-fashioned at a young age, don't you want to become a genius when you get old?" Fang Wuyang took out the things in his arms helplessly: "I wonder why Brother Xiao Qu was sold out at such a young age?"

"Has a disaster happened at home?" This kind of thing is the most common.

"No. Their family is neither rich nor poor. There are five children in the family, and Brother Xiaoqu is the third child."

Liu Chongming thought for a moment, if you can't make it through, the ones that are usually sold are usually topped off, the largest or the smallest, and rarely the ones that are in the middle.

"Because he looks weird?"

"Barely guessed right. It is said that there was no problem when I was born, but I got seriously ill when I was almost three years old. After I recovered, my eyes became what they are now."

Liu Chongming listened to him while carefully looking at the paper in his hand.

"There were no other changes at first. Then one day, he suddenly said that the neighbor's child was going to drown in the river, which made the neighbor very angry. Unexpectedly, within two days, the child really fell into the river and drowned. "

"It is said that the neighbors made a fuss at the time. What can we do about this kind of thing? It's nothing more than being a child and talking nonsense, and their family lost some money to settle the matter."

"Later, he said that his elder brother would be stoned to death, and he refused to let anyone go out without saying anything. No one listened to him. His elder brother went up the mountain, but the rock rolled down."

"Not only the people in the village are afraid of him, but even his parents are afraid of him. After his elder brother's accident, the village couldn't tolerate him even more. Later, he found an opportunity and sold him."

"Because Human Yazi boasted that he was the only one in the world, Du Quan spent three taels of silver to buy him, otherwise no one would buy such a small child."

A few pages recorded a child's boring, hard and long time of more than ten years, always confined in a small world, without the freedom to walk on the street, and did not even know if he would survive until tomorrow.

Liu Chongming never tried to understand how a slave lived, but when he thought of those calm and unwavering demon eyes, he couldn't help feeling a little bitter in his heart.

Seeing his silence, Fang Wuyang suddenly realized: "By the way, Shi Yan told me that you never believed in these ghosts and gods."

"It's not that I don't believe it," he listened to the sound of footsteps shuffling in shackles outside, and put the few pages back into the grid: "I have heard a lot of rumors and rumors. He looks weird, and it is inevitable that he has a lot of gossip in his life. What is going on? , I have to see it with my own eyes before I believe it.”

The footsteps stopped outside the door of the flower hall, and someone shouted outside: "Master, someone brought it."