Dandere General and his Lord

But you don't know the guest, this person's background is not ordinary. He was originally the son of a noble family in Wei State. He was sold as a slave after the country was destroyed. Set, he will.

The slave trader rubbed his hands together, put his hands in front of Cheng Qianye, and said with a pleasing smile: Just think about it, it's worth buying back such a slave. No matter what it is used for, it is enough to use such a slave. It's exciting for a noble-born son to step on and spar with each other, isn't it?

He threw a worn-out bamboo flute at the slave's feet: Quick, don't act like a dead man, pick a piece of chuī that you are good at for the nobles to listen to.

The slave turned his head slightly and ignored it.

The slave trader was furious, grabbed his hair, forced him to raise his head, gritted his teeth and whispered in his ear: It's just like you, that made me, grandpa, drop your worth again and again, To the extent that all the money is almost gone, I still can’t sell it. If I can’t sell it again this time, I won’t sell it. I will send it to you directly, and I will take off the clothes and make it into a public hut. Let’s see if you are still stubborn. stubborn.

The slave pursed his lips, and finally stretched out his hand, picked up the bamboo flute on the ground, and made a clear voice on his lips.

As soon as the sound came out, the whole noisy store seemed to be silent.

Then, a desolate and tragic flute sound flowed out, like the cool moon shining on the river, like the wind moving the pines, and the clear and lingling spread out in this muddy land.

The guests walking nearby couldn't help but stop and listen to it.

The slave trader became complacent, Look, my guest, I'm right, this stuff is really worth it, it only sells...

Before the words were finished, the flute sound suddenly stopped, and the man who played the flute suddenly let go of the flute, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The slave trader was so furious that he was about to beat up with his fist.

Cheng Qianye stopped him, I want someone.

The slave trader turned his anger into a smile: Here, you see, he's fine, he's just a little stubborn, he just got whipped by me, so he vomited some blood. It's better to be stubborn, it's even better if you buy it back and train it. It's funny, isn't it, hehe, hehe.

How much? Say it directly.

Well, don't look at what he is like now. When I bought it, I spent a lot of money.

Is it enough? Mo Qiaosheng turned over and took out a gold ingot.

Enough, enough, enough. The slave trader was overjoyed. Although he had spent a lot of money when he bought this slave, but now people have been tortured by him to such a degree that he is half-dead, and he never imagined that he would be able to return the money. .

For a moment, he was overjoyed, for fear that Cheng Qianye would go back on his words, and quickly ran to handle the contract document for the resale of slaves.

He untied the hemp rope tied to the stake, and respectfully handed it to Cheng Qianye, nodding and bowing all the way to send them out of the market.

Cheng Qianye stopped talking, and silently returned along the same path.

Cheng Feng led the slave, and the group followed Cheng Qianye to the place where the car was.

Before Cheng Qianye boarded the carriage, he glanced back and saw that the slave had a pale face as he slowly walked behind Cheng Feng step by step.

Cheng Qianye looked at him for a while, then suddenly frowned: Look at his feet?

Mo Qiaosheng lifted the slave's feet, and saw that he had an iron thorn on the soles of his feet. The road along the way was muddy, and no one noticed that he walked this part of the road silently and bleeding.

The slave trader saw this scene from a distance, and hurriedly waved his hand: It's none of my business, it's none of my business, who told you not to check carefully. Now that the money and goods are cleared, they will not be returned or exchanged.

After saying this, he ran away quickly.

Cheng Qianye closed his eyes and gritted his teeth to suppress the anger in his heart.

After opening her eyes, she looked at Mo Qiaosheng.

Mo Qiaosheng nodded, put away the sword in his hand, and walked to the place where the slave trader disappeared without saying a word.

Take him into the car. Cheng Qianye sighed.

Cheng Feng bent down and picked up the blood-stained slave, and placed him in a warm and clean carriage.

Chapter 68

Zhou Zixi had a very happy childhood. He was born in a wealthy Wang family in the country of Wei.

Brothers and friends in the family are respectful, and parents are loving.

He read poetry and books since childhood and became famous as a teenager.

Because of his beauty and proficiency in poetry and calligraphy, he was regarded as the left envoy of Shaoqing at a young age, and he followed his father in and out of the court.

However, Quan Rong's iron cavalry broke through the weak state of Wei. Broken the dreams of countless people.

There are no finished eggs under the nest, and overnight, the mountains and rivers are shattered, and the family is destroyed.

As a literati with little power, he didn't even have a chance to resist, and he fell from the cloud into the mud unexpectedly.

He was branded as a slave of shame and became a lowly slave.

He and his relatives in the clan changed hands again and again like livestock between different owners.

Many masters heard that he was once a nobleman, and seemed extremely excited, and tortured him even more cruelly than other slaves.

Every time he thought it was the limit of pain, but often the next master could step him into a deeper quagmire.

I don't know how long after such days, Zhou Zixi gradually felt numb in pain.

Who bought him this time, he doesn't care anymore.

He endured the severe pain in his feet without a word, and let the new buyer's attendants lead him on the road to the slave market with hemp ropes.

because

Unwilling to cooperate, resisting excessively, the slave trader who reselled himself stabbed iron thorns into the soles of his feet as punishment.

It hurts a lot when I walk, even if it hurts a little bit, it only hurts when I know I'm still alive.

Zhou Zixi walked in the mud step by step, and a gorgeous carriage appeared in his sight.

Outside the gate of the market, there were several vehicles of different specifications parked. The owners of these vehicles bought slaves, tied them to the carriages, and let the slaves run back all the way.

carriage.

Zhou Zixi's face turned pale, he knew that he could not reach the finish line.

Before the owner pedaled, he suddenly looked back at him for a moment and found that he had a serious foot injury.

But the master did not intend to return it, but let the red-clothed attendant take him, who was covered in filth, into a clean and gorgeous carriage.

He was placed on soft floor mats in the car.

There is a heater in the car, and it is a completely different world from the despairingly cold outside.

What kind of master is this, Zhou Zixi couldn't help thinking in his heart.

Not long after, the black-clothed guard boarded the car, with a faint smell of blood on his body.

Zhou Zixi probably guessed what he did.

The murderous man, after getting into the car, shook off a blanket, avoiding the wound on his body, and carefully covered him.

Zhou Zixi, whose skin was almost frozen, was suddenly enveloped in such warmth, and he couldn't help shivering.

Then he saw the master being picked up in the car. The young and handsome master glanced at him, sighed softly, and sat down against the window.

The carriage slowly moved, and while the carriage was shaking gently, Zhou Zixi, who was extremely tired, couldn't help but wanted to close his eyes.

Before falling into a deep sleep, he saw the master stretch out his white hand in the haze, and gently held it with the hand of the black-clothed guard.

...

Zhou Zixi woke up in a cabin.

He has been training in this room for several days.

He sat up, raised his hand and touched his gauze-wrapped shoulder.

All body injuries have been properly handled.

Every day, someone brought him soup, medicine and food on time, but no one reprimanded him and ordered him to do anything.

Now he knows that his master is the master of Bianzhou, Cheng Qianyu, Marquis of Jinyue.

But he didn't dare to think about it.

He had hoped in his heart countless times, and was ruthlessly extinguished countless times, and now he is used to not taking the initiative to hope for anything.

Just sitting on the bed day by day like this, quietly waiting for the fate that he is about to face.

There were some voices of arguing vaguely outside the door, Zhou Zixi listened carefully, and a voice that he was very familiar with but couldn't believe came in from outside the house.

This is the outer courtyard of the palace.

At this moment, Cheng Qianye was frowning and looking at the woman kneeling in front of her. She was wearing a short coat, with brown leggings tied around her legs. The shoes on the soles of her feet were worn out. .

The woman was guarding the periphery of the palace and insisted on seeing Lord Jinyue. When she was being expelled by the guards, she happened to meet Cheng Qianye who was returning to the palace.

Who do you say you want to redeem?

The woman grabbed the ground with her head and held an old purse in her hands, which was full of coins.

My lord, please let me redeem my son, I beg you.

Cheng Qianye was about to speak when there was a clanging sound behind him.