Dandere General and his Lord

Mo Qiaosheng took the food in both hands, bowed his head respectfully and thanked him.

After walking a distance, a non-commissioned officer beside Yu Dunsu said, That Mo Qiaosheng is really crazy. You can see him coming to the school every day, starting from dawn to three poles a month.

Another person answered: It's just a slave, so what if you practice again, don't you still want to be a general?

This slave has no idea that the sky is high and the earth is thick. When he saw General Yu, he dared not to bow down and bow down.

You don't know, this is licensed by the lord. The lord loves him so much that he can even be exempted from bowing in front of the lord.

Yu Dunsu said: Although this person has a low status, he is indeed very skilled. He is also brave and good at fighting on the battlefield and has made great achievements. You can't be so contemptuous of him.

The crowd pouted and stopped talking.

Yu Dunsu looked back at the figure who practiced diligently under the setting sun, and thought to himself, such a tenacious person is a role model for our army officers, but unfortunately he is only a slave, I am afraid that you will not listen to me. go in.

The sky gradually darkened.

Mo Qiaosheng took his dinner and went back to his house.

Now he has a room of his own in the outer courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

Although the house is not big, it is neat and clean. Inside is a comfortable bed with warm bedding.

There's a wardrobe in the corner of the house that holds several sets of comfortable and durable clothing, and there's even a lockable box to store some intimate items.

There is a simple table and chairs by the window. On the table is a set of Seven Books of Martial Art given to him by the lord, which has already been turned over.

Everything fills Mo Qiaosheng with a sense of happiness and satisfaction. The only shortcoming is that it is far away from the inner courtyard where the master lives, so he cannot see the warm face of the master at all times.

He didn't touch yesterday's dinner and today's breakfast at all, and they were just right on the table.

He wrapped these together with the new dinner and the white-flour buns given by Yu Dunsu in a cloth bag, and put all his wound medicine bandages in the bag.

Mo Qiaosheng patted his hungry stomach, thought about it, took a small piece from the steamed bun and put it in his mouth.

It's really useless. I used to be able to survive without food and drink for two or three days. It's only been one day and night and I'm so hungry.

Don't worry, just eat it tomorrow morning. These are still brought to A Feng.

Taking advantage of the night, Mo Qiaosheng went to the inn where Weibeihou temporarily stayed.

Yesterday, when Weibei Hou Huayu went straight into the city, Mo Qiaosheng saw Ah Feng in the entourage.

Ah Feng was seriously injured on the battlefield, and his condition seemed to be not very good.

Weibei Hou Huayuzhi and his entourage were settled in a magnificent mansion by Cheng Qianye.

Mo Qiaosheng knocked on the side door of the mansion with a corner of the broken silver that the master rewarded.

The guard at the gate recognized him, accepted his favor, and casually ordered a slave to lead Mo Qiaosheng to the downside room in the outer courtyard.

It was a small compartment with nothing but a rotten board and a tattered felt blanket. There was a dark brown blood stain on the floor, and the house was empty.

Mo Qiaosheng looked at the room and recalled the days when he was struggling in the quagmire. It's only been a month, it seems like a long time ago.

There are so many slaves in the world, how lucky I am to be favored by God and meet the master.

He sighed silently, put the food and medicine he brought on the bed, and planned to leave.

What are you here for?

A cold voice sounded outside the door.

Ah Feng was covered in clothes, leaning against the door with one hand on the door frame.

The cold moonlight shone on his bloodless face, making him look particularly pale.

He walked into the house, pushed Mo Qiaosheng away, looked at the things on the table, and said coldly, Since I found a good owner, why would I go back to this kind of place.

Ah Feng's character is always like this, Mo Qiaosheng didn't care about his cynicism, he pressed his shoulder and made him sit on the bed, and opened the medicine bottle to give him medicine.

In the past few years, every time the partners who escaped from the battlefield and managed to earn their lives have been pulling each other like this.

Although life is painful, everyone still hopes to live longer.

Mo Qiaosheng remembered that the first time he went to the battlefield, he was carried back by Ah Feng, who was a veteran at the time. At that time, they had no medicine, so Ah Feng tore off a piece of clothing and reluctantly stopped the huge bleeding wound in his abdomen.

The first time Ayun was seriously injured, he was carried back by himself.

Now, Ayun is no longer there.

Many familiar faces also disappeared.

The lives of slaves are generally worthless like ants. But each of them is obviously such a fresh life, and they have been so stubbornly eager to live.

Ah Feng took off his shirt and sat with his back to Moqiao.

Qiaosheng, although I met a good master. But you must not forget that we are always a slave. His cold voice sounded.

To the master, a slave is just a toy and a piece of property. No matter how nice he treats 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 he treats you well, you are just a precious toy. Someone can afford the price, and as the master, he can abandon you and sell you at any time.

I used to……

A Feng closed his mouth. Did not go on.

He used to have more than one name, but also a surname, a surname given by his master.

He closed his eyes, and the voice of the former master calling him could still sound in his ears: Chu Feng, Chu Feng, come to me.

That happened a long time ago, the master was a young son of a noble family, both gentle and elegant. Treat Xiaofeng who has just been bought from the slave market so tenderly, feed him sweet food, and dress him in clean clothes. Be with him no matter what you do, take him wherever you go.

You're just like my younger brother. You and I share the surname Chu. From today onwards, your name will be Chu Feng.

I want to dedicate my whole life to the master, Xiaofeng once believed in her oath.

Until that aristocratic party.

You're a good slave, sell it to me, one ingot? Not enough? One more ingot? Several noble men in fancy clothes and jade crowns stood in front of his master.

The dazzling gold was added one ingot after another. The master finally couldn't hold back and nodded.

No matter how much he cried and prayed, it was of no avail.

The master left with Huang Jin in his arms.

And his body and heart were completely shattered from the inside out at that time.

Ah Feng woke up from the dark memory, and closed his eyes painfully, In short, don't trust the master, don't give your heart easily. Otherwise, only more embarrassment awaits you.

Mo Qiaosheng was stunned for a moment.

He thought of his first master Wu Xueli. The master taught him to read and read, and he was also a very good master. But just because of a small mistake, he didn't listen to his explanation anymore and sold him quickly.

Mo Qiaosheng said in his heart:

But now, I am deeply blessed by the master. No matter what the master wants from me, as long as I have it, I am willing to hold it with both hands. As for the consequences, I can't care about it.

An arrow was hit in the left shoulder of Ah Feng, the shaft of the arrow was broken, but the arrow was embedded in the body and could not be taken out.

Mo Qiaosheng poured strong wine on the wound, pulled out a sharp knife to relieve his wrist, and said, Hold on!

The tip of the knife was picked, and an iron arrow with blood fell to the ground with a clang.

Ah Feng's body softened and fell down.

Mo Qiaosheng caught him who fell into a coma. Bandage his wound and help him lie down.

Looking at Ah Feng who passed out, Mo Qiaosheng sighed silently. But he is no longer a slave here, and it is inconvenient to stay here for too long.

He left food and medicine behind and hurried back along the same path.

When he was about to reach the corner door, he heard a terrifying voice behind him.

Let me see who this is? Isn't this Qiaosheng? What's the matter? The Marquis of Jinyue treats you badly. Do you still want to come back to meet your old master?

Hua Yu had a big belly, led a group of attendants, and stopped Mo Qiaosheng.

Mo Qiaosheng fell to the ground and saluted, Slave should be damned, because he was visiting an old friend, he disturbed Lord Hou, and asked Lord Hou to forgive him.

Hey, you and I are also masters and servants, so there's no need to be so polite. Hua Yu directly lifted Mo Qiaosheng and looked him up and down, Sure enough, you should be treated with admiration for three days. When you were here with me, you were inconspicuous. , I don't know how the Jinyue Hou is moisturizing, and it makes you so radiant.

Mo Qiaosheng took two steps back without a trace.

Hua Yu stroked his beard and said with a smile, Do you want to go back to the old man? For you, the old man can consider returning the huáng horse.