Chapter 15
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It's getting late.
The school field where the soldiers were training was gradually deserted.
Only a black figure, still moving up and down in the corner, tirelessly practicing a mixed iron point steel gun, seems to have no intention of rest.
Yu Dun Su and several sergeants passed the school with dinner. Yu Dun Su called out: "Qiao Sheng, don't you have a rest?"
Mo Qiao Sheng stopped his gun and knelt down to salute. He said, "I've seen General Yu. I want to practice a little more. "
His forehead was covered with sweat, dripping like rain. But his eyes were burning, his spirit was vigorous, and he was not tired.
Yu dunsu separated two white flour steamed buns from his bowl and put them into the hands of Mo Qiao Sheng. "Diligence is a good thing, but don't be too tired. First, eat something and pad your stomach."
Mr. moqiao held the food in his hands and bowed his head respectfully to thank him.
Out of a distance, Yu Dun Su side of a scholar official said: "that moqiao student is really crazy, every day to see him come to school field, from the dawn began to practice on the third pole."
Another person said: "it's just a slave. What can you do if you practice again? Don't you want to be a general?"
"The slave didn't know that heaven was high and earth was thick at all. When he saw General Yu, he didn't dare to bow down and just knelt down."
"You don't know, it's the Lord's charter. The Lord dotes on him so much that he can even be free from the gift in front of him. "
Yu dunsu said: "although he has a low status, he is really outstanding. He is brave and good at fighting on the battlefield and has made great achievements. You can't be so contemptuous of him. "
And they turned their lips, and said no more.
Yu dunsu looked back at the figure who had been practicing hard in the setting sun. He thought that such a tough man was a model of our soldiers. Unfortunately, he was just a slave. I'm afraid you won't listen to him.
It's getting dark.
Moqiao took his dinner and went back to his room.
Now he has a room of his own in the outer courtyard of the Lord's mansion.
Although the room is small, it is neat and clean. There was a comfortable bed with warm bedding.
There is a wardrobe in the corner of the room. There are some comfortable and durable clothes hanging in the cabinet. There is even a box with a lock, which can store some private things.
There is a simple set of tables and chairs by the window. On the table was a set of seven books of the book of martial arts given to him by the Lord, which had been turned up to scratch.
Everything makes Mo Qiaosheng full of happiness and satisfaction. If we want to say that the only disadvantage is that he is far away from the inner courtyard where his master lives, and can't see his master's kind face all the time.
Yesterday's dinner and today's breakfast he did not touch, just good on the table.
He wrapped these together with the new dinner and the white flour steamed bread given by Yu dunsu in a cloth bag, and then put all his wound medicine bandages in the bag.
Moqiao touched his hungry stomach and thought about it. He broke off a small piece of steamed bread and put it into his mouth.
It's really useless. I used to be able to survive without food for two or three days. Now it's only one day and night, and I'm so hungry.
It doesn't matter. Just eat it tomorrow morning. Take these to Feng.
Taking advantage of the night, Mo Qiaosheng goes to the post house where the Marquis of Northern Wei temporarily settled down.
When Hou Huayu of Weibei went straight into the city yesterday, Mo Qiaosheng saw a Feng in the entourage.
A Feng was seriously injured on the battlefield and didn't seem to be in good shape.
Hou huayuzhi and his entourage are settled in a magnificent mansion by Cheng Chiba.
With a dime of silver, Mo Qiaosheng knocked on the side door of the house.
The guard recognized him and took advantage of him, so he casually called a slave to lead Mo Qiaosheng to the inverted room of the outer courtyard.
It was a small compartment, nothing but a rotten plank bed and a ragged felt. There was a mass of dark brown blood on the floor and the room was empty.
Moqiao looked at the room and recalled the days when he had been struggling in the mud. It's only a month. It's like a long time ago.
There are so many slaves in the world that I am lucky to be blessed to meet the master.
With a silent sigh, he put the food and medicine on the bed and planned to leave.
"What are you doing here?"
There was a cold sound outside the door.
Ah Feng was wearing clothes and leaning against the door frame with one hand.
The cold moonlight, shining on his bloodless face, seemed particularly pale.
He went into the house, pushed away Mo Qiao Sheng, looked at the things on the bed, and said coldly, "since you have found a good host, what are you doing back to this place?"
A Feng's character is always like this. Mo Qiaosheng doesn't think much of his sarcasm. He presses his shoulder to let him sit on the bed and opens the medicine bottle to take medicine for him.
Over the past few years, every time they have escaped from the battlefield and barely earned their lives, they have been tugging at each other in this way.Although it is painful to live, everyone still hopes to live longer.
Mo Qiaosheng remembers that the first time he went to the battlefield, he was carried back by a Feng, a veteran at that time. At that time, they had no medicine. Ah Feng pulled off a piece of clothing and managed to stop the huge bleeding wound in his abdomen.
The first time a Yun was seriously injured, he was carried back by himself.
Now, ah Yun is no longer there.
Many familiar faces also disappeared.
The life of a slave is as worthless as a mole ant. But each of them is so fresh life, have been so tenacious desire to live.
Feng took off her coat and sat with her back to moqiao.
"Qiao Sheng, although he met a good host. But you must not forget that we are always slaves. " His voice sounded cold.
"The slave is just a toy and a property to the master. No matter how good he is to you, you are just a precious toy." When she couldn't see her expression, ah Feng's voice seemed to soften a lot. "As long as someone can afford to pay, as the master, he can abandon you and sell you at any time. I used to... "
Feng shut up. I didn't go on.
He used to have more than one name, but also a surname, a surname given by his master.
He closed his eyes, ear seems to be able to ring the master once called his voice: "chufeng, chufeng, come to me."
A long time ago, the master was a young master of a noble family, gentle and elegant. Treat Xiaofeng who has just been bought from the slave market gently, give him sweet food and clean clothes. Stay with him no matter what you do and take him with you wherever you go.
"You're just like my brother. You'll be called Chu Feng from today on."
I want to devote my whole life to my master. Xiaofeng once believed in her vows.
Until that noble gathering.
"You are a good slave. Can you sell me a ingot of gold? Not enough? One more ingot? " Several aristocratic men in gorgeous clothes and jade crowns stood in front of his master.
Dazzling gold, one ingot by one. The master finally nodded.
No matter how much he cried and prayed, it didn't help.
The master left with the gold in his arms.
And his body and heart, at that time, were completely broken from the inside to the outside.
Ah Feng woke up from the dark memory. He closed his eyes in pain. "In a word, don't trust your master, don't pay your heart easily. Otherwise, there will be more embarrassment waiting for you. "
Mo Qiao Sheng is gloomy for a moment.
He thought of his first master, Wu Xueli. The master taught him to read and read, which is also a good master. But just because of a small mistake, he didn't listen to his explanation and sold him quickly.
Mo Qiaosheng said in his heart:
but now, I am deeply favored by my master. No matter what my master wants me to have, I am willing to hold it with both hands as long as I have it. As for the consequences, I don't care.
A Feng's left shoulder was hit by an arrow. The shaft of the arrow was broken, but the arrow was embedded in her body and didn't come out.
Mo Qiao Sheng took the liquor and poured it on the wound. He took out a wrist knife and said, "bear it!"
When the tip of the knife was picked, an iron arrow with blood fell to the ground with a bang.
A Feng's body softened and fell down.
Mohashi catches him in a coma. Bandage his wound and help him lie down.
Looking at the fainting a Feng, Mo Qiao Sheng sighed silently. But he is no longer a slave here, so it is inconvenient for him to stay here for too long.
He left food and medicine and hurried back the same way.
When he was about to reach the corner gate, he heard a voice behind him that made his hair stand on end.
"Let me see who it is? Isn't this Qiao Sheng? What's the matter? The Duke of Jin and Yue didn't treat you well. He still wanted to come back to see your old lord. "
Hua Yu straight thrust out a big belly, leading a group of attendants, called Mo Qiao Sheng.
Mo Qiaosheng bowed to the ground and saluted, "the slave should die. Because of visiting old friends, he even bothered the Marquis and asked him to forgive me."
"Well, you and I are masters and servants. There's no need to be so polite." Hua Yu picked up Mo Qiao Sheng and looked him up and down. "Sure enough, I'll see you again. When you were with me, you didn't look very good. You didn't know how the Marquis of Jin and Yue moistened you. You made you shine like this. "
Mo Qiaosheng takes two steps back without any trace.
Hua Yu felt his beard and said with a smile, "do you want to come back to me again? For your sake, I can consider returning the yellow horse. "
Mo Qiao Sheng crossed his hand and saluted, "please forgive me. The master of xianu still has something to entrust to xianu. I dare not delay any longer. I beg your pardon
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped out of the corner gate, spread out his body method, rose and fell a few times, and quickly disappeared into the night.
Hua Yuzhi looked at the figure who couldn't catch up with him and said, "hum, even if the Marquis of Jin and Yue is arrogant and domineering, now people have to bow their heads under the eaves. Now even a cheap old slave dares to be so rude to me. "……
Cheng Qianye is on the path of the inner courtyard of the city Lord's mansion. As he walks, he discusses with Xiao Jin about the resettlement of refugees for the winter.
There was a slight sound from the trees on the edge of the fence.
The guards immediately raised their halberds and said, "who is it?"
A man fell on the top of the wall and pleaded guilty.
It's moqiao.
Cheng Chiba went forward and touched the head lying on the ground: "what's the matter, Qiao Sheng? He came to me in a hurry at this late hour."
Moqiao looked up and saw the most reassuring smile in the world.
He said his fear unconsciously, "master, don't give me back to Wei Beihou. I will try my best. I will be more useful than that yellow puma. "
Unable to laugh or cry, Cheng Qianye takes Mo Qiaosheng and waves goodbye to Xiao Jin.
In full view of the public, she took the hand of her "male pet" and walked slowly in the moonlight.
The voice of the LORD came faintly in the wind.
"It's so cute. Let alone a horse. Even if it's a city, I won't change it for you."
"Why, are you hungry? Don't you have enough to eat in the barracks? Let's go. I'll take you to eat something delicious. "
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It's getting late.
The school field where the soldiers were training was gradually deserted.
Only a black figure, still moving up and down in the corner, tirelessly practicing a mixed iron point steel gun, seems to have no intention of rest.
Yu Dun Su and several sergeants passed the school with dinner. Yu Dun Su called out: "Qiao Sheng, don't you have a rest?"
Mo Qiao Sheng stopped his gun and knelt down to salute. He said, "I've seen General Yu. I want to practice a little more. "
His forehead was covered with sweat, dripping like rain. But his eyes were burning, his spirit was vigorous, and he was not tired.
Yu dunsu separated two white flour steamed buns from his bowl and put them into the hands of Mo Qiao Sheng. "Diligence is a good thing, but don't be too tired. First, eat something and pad your stomach."
Mr. moqiao held the food in his hands and bowed his head respectfully to thank him.
Out of a distance, Yu Dun Su side of a scholar official said: "that moqiao student is really crazy, every day to see him come to school field, from the dawn began to practice on the third pole."
Another person said: "it's just a slave. What can you do if you practice again? Don't you want to be a general?"
"The slave didn't know that heaven was high and earth was thick at all. When he saw General Yu, he didn't dare to bow down and just knelt down."
"You don't know, it's the Lord's charter. The Lord dotes on him so much that he can even be free from the gift in front of him. "
Yu dunsu said: "although he has a low status, he is really outstanding. He is brave and good at fighting on the battlefield and has made great achievements. You can't be so contemptuous of him. "
And they turned their lips, and said no more.
Yu dunsu looked back at the figure who had been practicing hard in the setting sun. He thought that such a tough man was a model of our soldiers. Unfortunately, he was just a slave. I'm afraid you won't listen to him.
It's getting dark.
Moqiao took his dinner and went back to his room.
Now he has a room of his own in the outer courtyard of the Lord's mansion.
Although the room is small, it is neat and clean. There was a comfortable bed with warm bedding.
There is a wardrobe in the corner of the room. There are some comfortable and durable clothes hanging in the cabinet. There is even a box with a lock, which can store some private things.
There is a simple set of tables and chairs by the window. On the table was a set of seven books of the book of martial arts given to him by the Lord, which had been turned up to scratch.
Everything makes Mo Qiaosheng full of happiness and satisfaction. If we want to say that the only disadvantage is that he is far away from the inner courtyard where his master lives, and can't see his master's kind face all the time.
Yesterday's dinner and today's breakfast he did not touch, just good on the table.
He wrapped these together with the new dinner and the white flour steamed bread given by Yu dunsu in a cloth bag, and then put all his wound medicine bandages in the bag.
Moqiao touched his hungry stomach and thought about it. He broke off a small piece of steamed bread and put it into his mouth.
It's really useless. I used to be able to survive without food for two or three days. Now it's only one day and night, and I'm so hungry.
It doesn't matter. Just eat it tomorrow morning. Take these to Feng.
Taking advantage of the night, Mo Qiaosheng goes to the post house where the Marquis of Northern Wei temporarily settled down.
When Hou Huayu of Weibei went straight into the city yesterday, Mo Qiaosheng saw a Feng in the entourage.
A Feng was seriously injured on the battlefield and didn't seem to be in good shape.
Hou huayuzhi and his entourage are settled in a magnificent mansion by Cheng Chiba.
With a dime of silver, Mo Qiaosheng knocked on the side door of the house.
The guard recognized him and took advantage of him, so he casually called a slave to lead Mo Qiaosheng to the inverted room of the outer courtyard.
It was a small compartment, nothing but a rotten plank bed and a ragged felt. There was a mass of dark brown blood on the floor and the room was empty.
Moqiao looked at the room and recalled the days when he had been struggling in the mud. It's only a month. It's like a long time ago.
There are so many slaves in the world that I am lucky to be blessed to meet the master.
With a silent sigh, he put the food and medicine on the bed and planned to leave.
"What are you doing here?"
There was a cold sound outside the door.
Ah Feng was wearing clothes and leaning against the door frame with one hand.
The cold moonlight, shining on his bloodless face, seemed particularly pale.
He went into the house, pushed away Mo Qiao Sheng, looked at the things on the bed, and said coldly, "since you have found a good host, what are you doing back to this place?"
A Feng's character is always like this. Mo Qiaosheng doesn't think much of his sarcasm. He presses his shoulder to let him sit on the bed and opens the medicine bottle to take medicine for him.
Over the past few years, every time they have escaped from the battlefield and barely earned their lives, they have been tugging at each other in this way.Although it is painful to live, everyone still hopes to live longer.
Mo Qiaosheng remembers that the first time he went to the battlefield, he was carried back by a Feng, a veteran at that time. At that time, they had no medicine. Ah Feng pulled off a piece of clothing and managed to stop the huge bleeding wound in his abdomen.
The first time a Yun was seriously injured, he was carried back by himself.
Now, ah Yun is no longer there.
Many familiar faces also disappeared.
The life of a slave is as worthless as a mole ant. But each of them is so fresh life, have been so tenacious desire to live.
Feng took off her coat and sat with her back to moqiao.
"Qiao Sheng, although he met a good host. But you must not forget that we are always slaves. " His voice sounded cold.
"The slave is just a toy and a property to the master. No matter how good he is to you, you are just a precious toy." When she couldn't see her expression, ah Feng's voice seemed to soften a lot. "As long as someone can afford to pay, as the master, he can abandon you and sell you at any time. I used to... "
Feng shut up. I didn't go on.
He used to have more than one name, but also a surname, a surname given by his master.
He closed his eyes, ear seems to be able to ring the master once called his voice: "chufeng, chufeng, come to me."
A long time ago, the master was a young master of a noble family, gentle and elegant. Treat Xiaofeng who has just been bought from the slave market gently, give him sweet food and clean clothes. Stay with him no matter what you do and take him with you wherever you go.
"You're just like my brother. You'll be called Chu Feng from today on."
I want to devote my whole life to my master. Xiaofeng once believed in her vows.
Until that noble gathering.
"You are a good slave. Can you sell me a ingot of gold? Not enough? One more ingot? " Several aristocratic men in gorgeous clothes and jade crowns stood in front of his master.
Dazzling gold, one ingot by one. The master finally nodded.
No matter how much he cried and prayed, it didn't help.
The master left with the gold in his arms.
And his body and heart, at that time, were completely broken from the inside to the outside.
Ah Feng woke up from the dark memory. He closed his eyes in pain. "In a word, don't trust your master, don't pay your heart easily. Otherwise, there will be more embarrassment waiting for you. "
Mo Qiao Sheng is gloomy for a moment.
He thought of his first master, Wu Xueli. The master taught him to read and read, which is also a good master. But just because of a small mistake, he didn't listen to his explanation and sold him quickly.
Mo Qiaosheng said in his heart:
but now, I am deeply favored by my master. No matter what my master wants me to have, I am willing to hold it with both hands as long as I have it. As for the consequences, I don't care.
A Feng's left shoulder was hit by an arrow. The shaft of the arrow was broken, but the arrow was embedded in her body and didn't come out.
Mo Qiao Sheng took the liquor and poured it on the wound. He took out a wrist knife and said, "bear it!"
When the tip of the knife was picked, an iron arrow with blood fell to the ground with a bang.
A Feng's body softened and fell down.
Mohashi catches him in a coma. Bandage his wound and help him lie down.
Looking at the fainting a Feng, Mo Qiao Sheng sighed silently. But he is no longer a slave here, so it is inconvenient for him to stay here for too long.
He left food and medicine and hurried back the same way.
When he was about to reach the corner gate, he heard a voice behind him that made his hair stand on end.
"Let me see who it is? Isn't this Qiao Sheng? What's the matter? The Duke of Jin and Yue didn't treat you well. He still wanted to come back to see your old lord. "
Hua Yu straight thrust out a big belly, leading a group of attendants, called Mo Qiao Sheng.
Mo Qiaosheng bowed to the ground and saluted, "the slave should die. Because of visiting old friends, he even bothered the Marquis and asked him to forgive me."
"Well, you and I are masters and servants. There's no need to be so polite." Hua Yu picked up Mo Qiao Sheng and looked him up and down. "Sure enough, I'll see you again. When you were with me, you didn't look very good. You didn't know how the Marquis of Jin and Yue moistened you. You made you shine like this. "
Mo Qiaosheng takes two steps back without any trace.
Hua Yu felt his beard and said with a smile, "do you want to come back to me again? For your sake, I can consider returning the yellow horse. "
Mo Qiao Sheng crossed his hand and saluted, "please forgive me. The master of xianu still has something to entrust to xianu. I dare not delay any longer. I beg your pardon
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped out of the corner gate, spread out his body method, rose and fell a few times, and quickly disappeared into the night.
Hua Yuzhi looked at the figure who couldn't catch up with him and said, "hum, even if the Marquis of Jin and Yue is arrogant and domineering, now people have to bow their heads under the eaves. Now even a cheap old slave dares to be so rude to me. "……
Cheng Qianye is on the path of the inner courtyard of the city Lord's mansion. As he walks, he discusses with Xiao Jin about the resettlement of refugees for the winter.
There was a slight sound from the trees on the edge of the fence.
The guards immediately raised their halberds and said, "who is it?"
A man fell on the top of the wall and pleaded guilty.
It's moqiao.
Cheng Chiba went forward and touched the head lying on the ground: "what's the matter, Qiao Sheng? He came to me in a hurry at this late hour."
Moqiao looked up and saw the most reassuring smile in the world.
He said his fear unconsciously, "master, don't give me back to Wei Beihou. I will try my best. I will be more useful than that yellow puma. "
Unable to laugh or cry, Cheng Qianye takes Mo Qiaosheng and waves goodbye to Xiao Jin.
In full view of the public, she took the hand of her "male pet" and walked slowly in the moonlight.
The voice of the LORD came faintly in the wind.
"It's so cute. Let alone a horse. Even if it's a city, I won't change it for you."
"Why, are you hungry? Don't you have enough to eat in the barracks? Let's go. I'll take you to eat something delicious. "
It's getting late. The school field where the soldiers were training was gradually deserted. Only a black figure, still moving up and down in the corner, tirelessly practicing a mixed iron point steel gun, seems to have no intention of rest. Yu Dun Su and several sergeants passed the school with dinner. Yu Dun Su called out: "Qiao Sheng, don't you have a rest?" Mo Qiao Sheng stopped his gun and knelt down to salute. He said, "I've seen General Yu. I want to practice a little more. " His forehead was covered with sweat, dripping like rain. But his eyes were burning, his spirit was vigorous, and he was not tired. Yu dunsu separated two white flour steamed buns from his bowl and put them into the hands of Mo Qiao Sheng. "Diligence is a good thing, but don't be too tired. First, eat something and pad your stomach." Mr. moqiao held the food in his hands and bowed his head respectfully to thank him. Out of a distance, Yu Dun Su side of a scholar official said: "that moqiao student is really crazy, every day to see him come to school field, from the dawn began to practice on the third pole." Another person said: "it's just a slave. What can you do if you practice again? Don't you want to be a general?" "The slave didn't know that heaven was high and earth was thick at all. When he saw General Yu, he didn't dare to bow down and just knelt down." "You don't know, it's the Lord's charter. The Lord dotes on him so much that he can even be free from the gift in front of him. " Yu dunsu said: "although he has a low status, he is really outstanding. He is brave and good at fighting on the battlefield and has made great achievements. You can't be so contemptuous of him. " And they turned their lips, and said no more. Yu dunsu looked back at the figure who had been practicing hard in the setting sun. He thought that such a tough man was a model of our soldiers. Unfortunately, he was just a slave. I'm afraid you won't listen to him. It's getting dark. Moqiao took his dinner and went back to his room. Now he has a room of his own in the outer courtyard of the Lord's mansion. Although the room is small, it is neat and clean. There was a comfortable bed with warm bedding. There is a wardrobe in the corner of the room. There are some comfortable and durable clothes hanging in the cabinet. There is even a box with a lock, which can store some private things. There is a simple set of tables and chairs by the window. On the table was a set of seven books of the book of martial arts given to him by the Lord, which had been turned up to scratch. Everything makes Mo Qiaosheng full of happiness and satisfaction. If we want to say that the only disadvantage is that he is far away from the inner courtyard where his master lives, and can't see his master's kind face all the time. Yesterday's dinner and today's breakfast he did not touch, just good on the table. He wrapped these together with the new dinner and the white flour steamed bread given by Yu dunsu in a cloth bag, and then put all his wound medicine bandages in the bag. Moqiao touched his hungry stomach and thought about it. He broke off a small piece of steamed bread and put it into his mouth. It's really useless. I used to be able to survive without food for two or three days. Now it's only one day and night, and I'm so hungry. It doesn't matter. Just eat it tomorrow morning. Take these to Feng. Taking advantage of the night, Mo Qiaosheng goes to the post house where the Marquis of Northern Wei temporarily settled down. When Hou Huayu of Weibei went straight into the city yesterday, Mo Qiaosheng saw a Feng in the entourage. A Feng was seriously injured on the battlefield and didn't seem to be in good shape. Hou huayuzhi and his entourage are settled in a magnificent mansion by Cheng Chiba. With a dime of silver, Mo Qiaosheng knocked on the side door of the house. The guard recognized him and took advantage of him, so he casually called a slave to lead Mo Qiaosheng to the inverted room of the outer courtyard. It was a small compartment, nothing but a rotten plank bed and a ragged felt. There was a mass of dark brown blood on the floor and the room was empty. Moqiao looked at the room and recalled the days when he had been struggling in the mud. It's only a month. It's like a long time ago. There are so many slaves in the world that I am lucky to be blessed to meet the master. With a silent sigh, he put the food and medicine on the bed and planned to leave. "What are you doing here?" There was a cold sound outside the door. Ah Feng was wearing clothes and leaning against the door frame with one hand. The cold moonlight, shining on his bloodless face, seemed particularly pale. He went into the house, pushed away Mo Qiao Sheng, looked at the things on the bed, and said coldly, "since you have found a good host, what are you doing back to this place?" A Feng's character is always like this. Mo Qiaosheng doesn't think much of his sarcasm. He presses his shoulder to let him sit on the bed and opens the medicine bottle to take medicine for him. Over the past few years, every time they have escaped from the battlefield and barely earned their lives, they have been tugging at each other in this way.Although it is painful to live, everyone still hopes to live longer. Mo Qiaosheng remembers that the first time he went to the battlefield, he was carried back by a Feng, a veteran at that time. At that time, they had no medicine. Ah Feng pulled off a piece of clothing and managed to stop the huge bleeding wound in his abdomen. The first time a Yun was seriously injured, he was carried back by himself. Now, ah Yun is no longer there. Many familiar faces also disappeared. The life of a slave is as worthless as a mole ant. But each of them is so fresh life, have been so tenacious desire to live. Feng took off her coat and sat with her back to moqiao. "Qiao Sheng, although he met a good host. But you must not forget that we are always slaves. " His voice sounded cold. "The slave is just a toy and a property to the master. No matter how good he is to you, you are just a precious toy." When she couldn't see her expression, ah Feng's voice seemed to soften a lot. "As long as someone can afford to pay, as the master, he can abandon you and sell you at any time. I used to... " Feng shut up. I didn't go on. He used to have more than one name, but also a surname, a surname given by his master. He closed his eyes, ear seems to be able to ring the master once called his voice: "chufeng, chufeng, come to me." A long time ago, the master was a young master of a noble family, gentle and elegant. Treat Xiaofeng who has just been bought from the slave market gently, give him sweet food and clean clothes. Stay with him no matter what you do and take him with you wherever you go. "You're just like my brother. You'll be called Chu Feng from today on." I want to devote my whole life to my master. Xiaofeng once believed in her vows. Until that noble gathering. "You are a good slave. Can you sell me a ingot of gold? Not enough? One more ingot? " Several aristocratic men in gorgeous clothes and jade crowns stood in front of his master. Dazzling gold, one ingot by one. The master finally nodded. No matter how much he cried and prayed, it didn't help. The master left with the gold in his arms. And his body and heart, at that time, were completely broken from the inside to the outside. Ah Feng woke up from the dark memory. He closed his eyes in pain. "In a word, don't trust your master, don't pay your heart easily. Otherwise, there will be more embarrassment waiting for you. " Mo Qiao Sheng is gloomy for a moment. He thought of his first master, Wu Xueli. The master taught him to read and read, which is also a good master. But just because of a small mistake, he didn't listen to his explanation and sold him quickly. Mo Qiaosheng said in his heart: but now, I am deeply favored by my master. No matter what my master wants me to have, I am willing to hold it with both hands as long as I have it. As for the consequences, I don't care. A Feng's left shoulder was hit by an arrow. The shaft of the arrow was broken, but the arrow was embedded in her body and didn't come out. Mo Qiao Sheng took the liquor and poured it on the wound. He took out a wrist knife and said, "bear it!" When the tip of the knife was picked, an iron arrow with blood fell to the ground with a bang. A Feng's body softened and fell down. Mohashi catches him in a coma. Bandage his wound and help him lie down. Looking at the fainting a Feng, Mo Qiao Sheng sighed silently. But he is no longer a slave here, so it is inconvenient for him to stay here for too long. He left food and medicine and hurried back the same way. When he was about to reach the corner gate, he heard a voice behind him that made his hair stand on end. "Let me see who it is? Isn't this Qiao Sheng? What's the matter? The Duke of Jin and Yue didn't treat you well. He still wanted to come back to see your old lord. " Hua Yu straight thrust out a big belly, leading a group of attendants, called Mo Qiao Sheng. Mo Qiaosheng bowed to the ground and saluted, "the slave should die. Because of visiting old friends, he even bothered the Marquis and asked him to forgive me." "Well, you and I are masters and servants. There's no need to be so polite." Hua Yu picked up Mo Qiao Sheng and looked him up and down. "Sure enough, I'll see you again. When you were with me, you didn't look very good. You didn't know how the Marquis of Jin and Yue moistened you. You made you shine like this. " Mo Qiaosheng takes two steps back without any trace. Hua Yu felt his beard and said with a smile, "do you want to come back to me again? For your sake, I can consider returning the yellow horse. " Mo Qiao Sheng crossed his hand and saluted, "please forgive me. The master of xianu still has something to entrust to xianu. I dare not delay any longer. I beg your pardon As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped out of the corner gate, spread out his body method, rose and fell a few times, and quickly disappeared into the night. Hua Yuzhi looked at the figure who couldn't catch up with him and said, "hum, even if the Marquis of Jin and Yue is arrogant and domineering, now people have to bow their heads under the eaves. Now even a cheap old slave dares to be so rude to me. " Cheng Qianye is on the path of the inner courtyard of the city Lord's mansion. As he walks, he discusses with Xiao Jin about the resettlement of refugees for the winter. There was a slight sound from the trees on the edge of the fence. The guards immediately raised their halberds and said, "who is it?" A man fell on the top of the wall and pleaded guilty. It's moqiao. Cheng Chiba went forward and touched the head lying on the ground: "what's the matter, Qiao Sheng? He came to me in a hurry at this late hour." Moqiao looked up and saw the most reassuring smile in the world. He said his fear unconsciously, "master, don't give me back to Wei Beihou. I will try my best. I will be more useful than that yellow puma. " Unable to laugh or cry, Cheng Qianye takes Mo Qiaosheng and waves goodbye to Xiao Jin. In full view of the public, she took the hand of her "male pet" and walked slowly in the moonlight. The voice of the LORD came faintly in the wind. "It's so cute. Let alone a horse. Even if it's a city, I won't change it for you." "Why, are you hungry? Don't you have enough to eat in the barracks? Let's go. I'll take you to eat something delicious. "
