Chapter 68
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Wei ZIWANG was born in a wealthy family in China.
Brothers and sisters at home, parents love.
He had read poetry since childhood and became famous as a young man.
Because meifengzi was good at poetry and calligraphy, he was regarded as the left envoy of Shaoqing at a young age, and went to the court with his father.
However, his cavalry broke through the weak state of Wei. People's dreams are broken.
There are no eggs under the nest. Overnight, the mountains and rivers are broken, and families are broken.
As a man of letters, he didn't even have the chance to resist. He fell into the mud from the clouds.
He was branded with humiliation and became a humble slave.
He and his family members have been reselling among different owners like livestock.
When many masters heard that he had been a noble, they seemed very excited and tortured him more cruelly than other slaves.
Every time he thought it was the limit of pain, but often the next master could step him deeper into the mire.
I don't know how long this life has passed. Zhou Zixi gradually feels numb in pain.
He didn't care who he bought this time.
Without saying a word, he endured the pain of his feet and let the new buyer's servant lead him along the road of slave market with hemp rope.
Because they refused to cooperate and resisted excessively, the slave traders who sold themselves put iron spikes on the soles of their feet as punishment.
It's painful to walk. It's better to hurt a little. Only when it hurts can you know that you are still alive.
Zhou Zixi walked step by step in the mud, and a gorgeous carriage appeared in his sight.
Outside the door of the market, there were several cars of different specifications. These owners bought slaves, tied them to the carriage, and let the slaves run all the way back.
Carriage.
Zhou Zixi's face turned white. He knew that he could not run to the end.
Before the master pedaled, he suddenly looked back at him for a moment and found that he had a serious foot injury.
But the master didn't mean to return the goods. Instead, he asked the red attendant to take the filthy man into the clean and gorgeous carriage.
He was placed on a soft mat in the car.
There is a heater in the car, and it's very different from the outside.
What kind of master is this? Zhou Zixi couldn't help thinking.
After a while, the guard in black came to the car, with a faint smell of blood on his body.
Zhou Zixi probably guessed what he had done.
The murderous man, after getting on the bus, shakes open a blanket to avoid the wound on his body and carefully covers his body.
Zhou Zixi, whose skin was almost frozen, was suddenly covered with such warmth. He could not help shivering.
Then he saw the host was picked up. The young and handsome host looked at him, sighed and sat down against the window.
The carriage started slowly. In the gentle shaking of the carriage, the tired Zhou Zixi couldn't help but close his eyes.
Before falling into deep sleep, he saw in the dim light that the master stretched out his white hand and gently clasped it with the hand of the guard in black.
……
Zhou Zixi wakes up in a hut.
He has been in this room for several days.
He sat up and raised his hand to his gauze wrapped shoulder.
All the injuries have been properly dealt with.
Every day someone brought him soup and food on time, but no one scolded and ordered him to do anything.
Now he knows that his master is the leader of bianzhou, Cheng Qianyu, the Marquis of Jin and Yue.
But he didn't think much about it.
He had hoped for many times, and had been ruthlessly extinguished for many times. Now he is used to not actively expect anything.
Just such a day of sitting in bed, quietly waiting for the fate they are about to face.
There were some voices of dispute outside the door. Zhou Zixi listened attentively. A voice he knew very well and couldn't believe came in from outside the room.
This is the courtyard outside the palace.
At the moment, Cheng Chiba is frowning and looking at the woman kneeling in front of her. She is wearing a coarse cloth tunic, with brown Leggings tied on her legs, and her shoes are worn out. She is so dusty that she has gone a long way.
This woman is guarding the periphery of the palace and insists on meeting the king of Jin and Yue. When she is being expelled by the guards, she happens to meet Cheng Chiba who is going back to the palace.
"Who do you say you want to redeem?"
The woman grabs the ground with her head, holding an old purse in her hands, which is full of coins.
"please let me redeem my son, please."
Cheng Chiba was about to open his mouth when a bang came from behind.
She turned around and saw Zhou Zixi, dressed only in plain white Liyi, reluctantly walk out of the house with the wall.He walked too fast and was unsteady. He tripped over the door frame and fell off the outside steps.
In spite of this embarrassing situation, Cheng Chiba couldn't help but wonder when the man raised his head from the dust.
She then found that the black faced slave she bought back was really a well deserved beautiful man after being healed.
This person is not only handsome and beautiful, but also has a kind of innate elegance. Let him even in such an anxious situation, the action is still showing a noble family of people since childhood.
He came to Cheng Chiba in a hurry, stood in front of the woman, showed his sleeves and bowed to the ground.
"Please forgive me, master. This man is a relative of xianu who doesn't know how to be polite. Xianu orders her to leave. I hope the master will be magnanimous and forgive me."
He was very nervous and sincere.
"Get up and talk. Don't kneel. Your wound hasn't healed yet." Cheng Qianye stopped Zhou Zixi.
She sat down casually on a rail in the cloister and dusted the hem of her dress.
"Say, what's the matter?"
The woman got up to help Zhou Zixi. Zhou Zixi gave her a look and shook her head slightly invisible.
But Cheng Chiba saw, she pointed out that woman: "you say, what's your name, where come from."
The woman took a look at Zhou Zixi and did not flinch, "Lord Hui, my name is a Yang, from the state of Wei. I was a young man My maid, I raised money to redeem my son. Please help me. "
Cheng took a look at the purse in her hand.
A Yang's face was a little red, but she raised her head immediately, "I've inquired. The adult spent a gold on buying a childe. These are not enough. But it took me a long time to raise that. I've heard that your excellency is known for his kindness. Please be lenient. "
"Where are you going when you redeem him?"
"We have no place to go, so we live in bianzhou first." A Yang looked at Zhou Zixi, "I have plenty of strength. Bianzhou is inviting people everywhere. I can support my son."
Cheng Qianye smiles. She knows that ah Yang has many unfinished words, but she can not pursue them at this moment,
"he is my man now, and I won't let you redeem him."
"But I don't think of him as a slave. If you want, you can also live in this courtyard and take care of his injury. We'll talk about other things in the future. "
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Wei ZIWANG was born in a wealthy family in China.
Brothers and sisters at home, parents love.
He had read poetry since childhood and became famous as a young man.
Because meifengzi was good at poetry and calligraphy, he was regarded as the left envoy of Shaoqing at a young age, and went to the court with his father.
However, his cavalry broke through the weak state of Wei. People's dreams are broken.
There are no eggs under the nest. Overnight, the mountains and rivers are broken, and families are broken.
As a man of letters, he didn't even have the chance to resist. He fell into the mud from the clouds.
He was branded with humiliation and became a humble slave.
He and his family members have been reselling among different owners like livestock.
When many masters heard that he had been a noble, they seemed very excited and tortured him more cruelly than other slaves.
Every time he thought it was the limit of pain, but often the next master could step him deeper into the mire.
I don't know how long this life has passed. Zhou Zixi gradually feels numb in pain.
He didn't care who he bought this time.
Without saying a word, he endured the pain of his feet and let the new buyer's servant lead him along the road of slave market with hemp rope.
Because they refused to cooperate and resisted excessively, the slave traders who sold themselves put iron spikes on the soles of their feet as punishment.
It's painful to walk. It's better to hurt a little. Only when it hurts can you know that you are still alive.
Zhou Zixi walked step by step in the mud, and a gorgeous carriage appeared in his sight.
Outside the door of the market, there were several cars of different specifications. These owners bought slaves, tied them to the carriage, and let the slaves run all the way back.
Carriage.
Zhou Zixi's face turned white. He knew that he could not run to the end.
Before the master pedaled, he suddenly looked back at him for a moment and found that he had a serious foot injury.
But the master didn't mean to return the goods. Instead, he asked the red attendant to take the filthy man into the clean and gorgeous carriage.
He was placed on a soft mat in the car.
There is a heater in the car, and it's very different from the outside.
What kind of master is this? Zhou Zixi couldn't help thinking.
After a while, the guard in black came to the car, with a faint smell of blood on his body.
Zhou Zixi probably guessed what he had done.
The murderous man, after getting on the bus, shakes open a blanket to avoid the wound on his body and carefully covers his body.
Zhou Zixi, whose skin was almost frozen, was suddenly covered with such warmth. He could not help shivering.
Then he saw the host was picked up. The young and handsome host looked at him, sighed and sat down against the window.
The carriage started slowly. In the gentle shaking of the carriage, the tired Zhou Zixi couldn't help but close his eyes.
Before falling into deep sleep, he saw in the dim light that the master stretched out his white hand and gently clasped it with the hand of the guard in black.
……
Zhou Zixi wakes up in a hut.
He has been in this room for several days.
He sat up and raised his hand to his gauze wrapped shoulder.
All the injuries have been properly dealt with.
Every day someone brought him soup and food on time, but no one scolded and ordered him to do anything.
Now he knows that his master is the leader of bianzhou, Cheng Qianyu, the Marquis of Jin and Yue.
But he didn't think much about it.
He had hoped for many times, and had been ruthlessly extinguished for many times. Now he is used to not actively expect anything.
Just such a day of sitting in bed, quietly waiting for the fate they are about to face.
There were some voices of dispute outside the door. Zhou Zixi listened attentively. A voice he knew very well and couldn't believe came in from outside the room.
This is the courtyard outside the palace.
At the moment, Cheng Chiba is frowning and looking at the woman kneeling in front of her. She is wearing a coarse cloth tunic, with brown Leggings tied on her legs, and her shoes are worn out. She is so dusty that she has gone a long way.
This woman is guarding the periphery of the palace and insists on meeting the king of Jin and Yue. When she is being expelled by the guards, she happens to meet Cheng Chiba who is going back to the palace.
"Who do you say you want to redeem?"
The woman grabs the ground with her head, holding an old purse in her hands, which is full of coins.
"please let me redeem my son, please."
Cheng Chiba was about to open his mouth when a bang came from behind.
She turned around and saw Zhou Zixi, dressed only in plain white Liyi, reluctantly walk out of the house with the wall.He walked too fast and was unsteady. He tripped over the door frame and fell off the outside steps.
In spite of this embarrassing situation, Cheng Chiba couldn't help but wonder when the man raised his head from the dust.
She then found that the black faced slave she bought back was really a well deserved beautiful man after being healed.
This person is not only handsome and beautiful, but also has a kind of innate elegance. Let him even in such an anxious situation, the action is still showing a noble family of people since childhood.
He came to Cheng Chiba in a hurry, stood in front of the woman, showed his sleeves and bowed to the ground.
"Please forgive me, master. This man is a relative of xianu who doesn't know how to be polite. Xianu orders her to leave. I hope the master will be magnanimous and forgive me."
He was very nervous and sincere.
"Get up and talk. Don't kneel. Your wound hasn't healed yet." Cheng Qianye stopped Zhou Zixi.
She sat down casually on a rail in the cloister and dusted the hem of her dress.
"Say, what's the matter?"
The woman got up to help Zhou Zixi. Zhou Zixi gave her a look and shook her head slightly invisible.
But Cheng Chiba saw, she pointed out that woman: "you say, what's your name, where come from."
The woman took a look at Zhou Zixi and did not flinch, "Lord Hui, my name is a Yang, from the state of Wei. I was a young man My maid, I raised money to redeem my son. Please help me. "
Cheng took a look at the purse in her hand.
A Yang's face was a little red, but she raised her head immediately, "I've inquired. The adult spent a gold on buying a childe. These are not enough. But it took me a long time to raise that. I've heard that your excellency is known for his kindness. Please be lenient. "
"Where are you going when you redeem him?"
"We have no place to go, so we live in bianzhou first." A Yang looked at Zhou Zixi, "I have plenty of strength. Bianzhou is inviting people everywhere. I can support my son."
Cheng Qianye smiles. She knows that ah Yang has many unfinished words, but she can not pursue them at this moment,
"he is my man now, and I won't let you redeem him."
"But I don't think of him as a slave. If you want, you can also live in this courtyard and take care of his injury. We'll talk about other things in the future. "
Wei ZIWANG was born in a wealthy family in China. Brothers and sisters at home, parents love. He had read poetry since childhood and became famous as a young man. Because meifengzi was good at poetry and calligraphy, he was regarded as the left envoy of Shaoqing at a young age, and went to the court with his father. However, his cavalry broke through the weak state of Wei. People's dreams are broken. There are no eggs under the nest. Overnight, the mountains and rivers are broken, and families are broken. As a man of letters, he didn't even have the chance to resist. He fell into the mud from the clouds. He was branded with humiliation and became a humble slave. He and his family members have been reselling among different owners like livestock. When many masters heard that he had been a noble, they seemed very excited and tortured him more cruelly than other slaves. Every time he thought it was the limit of pain, but often the next master could step him deeper into the mire. I don't know how long this life has passed. Zhou Zixi gradually feels numb in pain. He didn't care who he bought this time. Without saying a word, he endured the pain of his feet and let the new buyer's servant lead him along the road of slave market with hemp rope. Because they refused to cooperate and resisted excessively, the slave traders who sold themselves put iron spikes on the soles of their feet as punishment. It's painful to walk. It's better to hurt a little. Only when it hurts can you know that you are still alive. Zhou Zixi walked step by step in the mud, and a gorgeous carriage appeared in his sight. Outside the door of the market, there were several cars of different specifications. These owners bought slaves, tied them to the carriage, and let the slaves run all the way back. Carriage. Zhou Zixi's face turned white. He knew that he could not run to the end. Before the master pedaled, he suddenly looked back at him for a moment and found that he had a serious foot injury. But the master didn't mean to return the goods. Instead, he asked the red attendant to take the filthy man into the clean and gorgeous carriage. He was placed on a soft mat in the car. There is a heater in the car, and it's very different from the outside. What kind of master is this? Zhou Zixi couldn't help thinking. After a while, the guard in black came to the car, with a faint smell of blood on his body. Zhou Zixi probably guessed what he had done. The murderous man, after getting on the bus, shakes open a blanket to avoid the wound on his body and carefully covers his body. Zhou Zixi, whose skin was almost frozen, was suddenly covered with such warmth. He could not help shivering. Then he saw the host was picked up. The young and handsome host looked at him, sighed and sat down against the window. The carriage started slowly. In the gentle shaking of the carriage, the tired Zhou Zixi couldn't help but close his eyes. Before falling into deep sleep, he saw in the dim light that the master stretched out his white hand and gently clasped it with the hand of the guard in black. Zhou Zixi wakes up in a hut. He has been in this room for several days. He sat up and raised his hand to his gauze wrapped shoulder. All the injuries have been properly dealt with. Every day someone brought him soup and food on time, but no one scolded and ordered him to do anything. Now he knows that his master is the leader of bianzhou, Cheng Qianyu, the Marquis of Jin and Yue. But he didn't think much about it. He had hoped for many times, and had been ruthlessly extinguished for many times. Now he is used to not actively expect anything. Just such a day of sitting in bed, quietly waiting for the fate they are about to face. There were some voices of dispute outside the door. Zhou Zixi listened attentively. A voice he knew very well and couldn't believe came in from outside the room. This is the courtyard outside the palace. At the moment, Cheng Chiba is frowning and looking at the woman kneeling in front of her. She is wearing a coarse cloth tunic, with brown Leggings tied on her legs, and her shoes are worn out. She is so dusty that she has gone a long way. This woman is guarding the periphery of the palace and insists on meeting the king of Jin and Yue. When she is being expelled by the guards, she happens to meet Cheng Chiba who is going back to the palace. "Who do you say you want to redeem?" The woman grabs the ground with her head, holding an old purse in her hands, which is full of coins. "please let me redeem my son, please." Cheng Chiba was about to open his mouth when a bang came from behind. She turned around and saw Zhou Zixi, dressed only in plain white Liyi, reluctantly walk out of the house with the wall.He walked too fast and was unsteady. He tripped over the door frame and fell off the outside steps. In spite of this embarrassing situation, Cheng Chiba couldn't help but wonder when the man raised his head from the dust. She then found that the black faced slave she bought back was really a well deserved beautiful man after being healed. This person is not only handsome and beautiful, but also has a kind of innate elegance. Let him even in such an anxious situation, the action is still showing a noble family of people since childhood. He came to Cheng Chiba in a hurry, stood in front of the woman, showed his sleeves and bowed to the ground. "Please forgive me, master. This man is a relative of xianu who doesn't know how to be polite. Xianu orders her to leave. I hope the master will be magnanimous and forgive me." He was very nervous and sincere. "Get up and talk. Don't kneel. Your wound hasn't healed yet." Cheng Qianye stopped Zhou Zixi. She sat down casually on a rail in the cloister and dusted the hem of her dress. "Say, what's the matter?" The woman got up to help Zhou Zixi. Zhou Zixi gave her a look and shook her head slightly invisible. But Cheng Chiba saw, she pointed out that woman: "you say, what's your name, where come from." The woman took a look at Zhou Zixi and did not flinch, "Lord Hui, my name is a Yang, from the state of Wei. I was a young man My maid, I raised money to redeem my son. Please help me. " Cheng took a look at the purse in her hand. A Yang's face was a little red, but she raised her head immediately, "I've inquired. The adult spent a gold on buying a childe. These are not enough. But it took me a long time to raise that. I've heard that your excellency is known for his kindness. Please be lenient. " "Where are you going when you redeem him?" "We have no place to go, so we live in bianzhou first." A Yang looked at Zhou Zixi, "I have plenty of strength. Bianzhou is inviting people everywhere. I can support my son." Cheng Qianye smiles. She knows that ah Yang has many unfinished words, but she can not pursue them at this moment, "he is my man now, and I won't let you redeem him." "But I don't think of him as a slave. If you want, you can also live in this courtyard and take care of his injury. We'll talk about other things in the future. "
