He is the creator's fault

The wind and sand swept the dust and blew across the desolate official road. A group of cavalry escorted ragged slaves to the capital. The long-term hunger and fatigue made the slaves pale and emaciated, and their eyes had lost the agility of life, like walking dead .

After driving for more than a month, the front was the city gate. The team stopped to take a rest, the soldiers took out wine and talked loudly, and the slaves were driven to a place with their hands tied, their heads buried like quails.

In addition to the team escorting the slaves, there were many refugees outside the city gate. The Kingdom of Zhu and the Kingdom of Yao had been at war for many years, and the people who suffered were all civilians.

When Gu Yuanjing returned from his travels, when he entered the city, he saw piles of refugees on both sides of the road, so he immediately asked the driver to stop the car.

"There is still some food in the car, let's distribute it to these refugees."

"Yes"

The coachman distributed food to the refugees. Gu Yuanjing got off the carriage and looked at the majestic towers of the capital, which was in stark contrast to the dilapidated scenes he had seen in the frontiers in recent years.

"Young master, look at those people."

Maid Dong He pointed to the place where the slave was.

"Are these people refugees too?"

Gu Yuanjing turned his eyes around the escorting soldiers and shook his head.

"They are slaves of Yao."

A month ago, the army of Zhu State broke through the capital of Yao State, and many people of Yao State became captives, and some of them were sold as slaves to various places. These people must have come from this.

"Young master, they are so pitiful, give them some food too?"

In order to make the purchase easier, the slaves selected young ones. Seeing that there were still half-grown children in the crowd, Dong He felt pity for a moment.

"it is good"

Dong He went to talk to the soldiers, and showed Gu Yuanjing's sign before distributing the food to the slaves. The slaves all devoured the food, obviously very hungry.

There was only one thin young man standing outside the crowd, staring down at the ground, and did not come up to receive food. Curious, Gu Yuanjing asked Dong He to bring a pancake and walked up to the young man.

"Why don't you go eat, aren't you hungry?"

Hearing the voice, the boy raised his head, revealing a pale and beautiful face, with pure black eyes like an abyss, as if to suck the soul of a person into it.

Gu Yuanjing was absent-minded for a moment, and there was only one sentence left in his mind at this moment.

—He doesn't belong here.

The young man has an appearance that can seduce ghosts and gods, and a pair of eyes that make people want to escape.

The eyes of people in Zhuguo are mostly brown, and there are a few people whose color is darker and close to brown, but the eyes of the young man are pure black, so black that the bottom is not bottomless, but the surface is as smooth as a mirror, through which it seems to be able to see the deepest secrets in the heart .

Gu Yuanjing traveled all over the years and met all kinds of people, but this was the first time he saw a unique existence like a boy.

"What's your name?"

"Yao"

The young man opened his mouth softly, his voice was so low that a gust of wind could blow it away, if it wasn't for Gu Yuanjing's good hearing, he would think he didn't answer.

Suppressing the complicated thoughts that popped up in his heart for a moment, Gu Yuanjing handed the pancake in his hand to the boy.

"Let's eat something."

Yao took the pancakes, lowered his head and gnawed in small mouthfuls.

Before eating a few mouthfuls, the soldiers urged the slaves to go on their way. Yao put the remaining pancakes in Gu Yuanjing's hand, thanked him again, and followed the team into the city.

Gu Yuanjing couldn't stop laughing when he saw the pancake with only a small nick in his hand, then got into the carriage and entered the capital.

After entering the city, the slave team was dismantled, and Yao followed the team to Linglongfang. I heard that this is the largest brothel in the mainland, and the best-looking batch of slaves were sent here.

"Take it down first, wash and change clothes, and give it to Fangzhu later."

"Yes"

The slaves were divided into several groups, one servant girl took two of them to the backyard, the servant girl followed by Yao was named Shuixiang, and with him was a young man of about the same age named Yueyang.

Yao took a shower according to Shuixiang's request, and changed into Linglongfang's clothes, and when he reappeared, he didn't show the slightest trace of his previous downcast appearance.

A white gown outlines the boy's tall and straight figure. His long jet-black hair is tied behind his head by a white headband. The boy's face is like snow, and his blue eyebrows are dotted like distant mountains. The color is much lighter than that of ordinary people.

Like a lotus flower growing on the top of a snow-capped mountain, blown and shaken by the cold wind, the young man feels weak but unattainable. His indifferent and noble temperament is not at all like being chosen from among slaves, or even like a person in this world. .

What kind of accidents did this boy become a slave, Shui Xiang thought so, just meeting the boy's raised eyes, Shui Xiang was stunned for a moment.

These eyes are deep, cold, and penetrate everything. It seems that any thought has nowhere to hide in front of them, making people want to escape.

Such a pair of eyes is not what a teenager should have...

With a sigh, Shui Xiang felt a little more pity or worry towards Yao in her heart.

The changes in Yueyang became more obvious, after washing away the dust all over his face, the advantages of that face were revealed, dazzling like spring flowers in March.

Yueyang and Yao are two different species in the slave team. Yao gives people a cold and gloomy feeling. No one is willing to say a word to him, while Yueyang is always full of vitality. give up hope.

These are two people with completely opposite personalities, but they have the same outstanding appearance. Shui Xiang has a hunch that maybe this year's leader will be among the two people under her.

"Come with me when you pack up. Go see the owner first. After the owner passes by, you can stay in Linglongfang."

"Sister Shuixiang, what kind of person is Fangzhu?"

"You'll know it when you see it."

Seemingly not aware of Shui Xiang's indifference, Yue Yang asked again.

"Then what if you can't stay in Linglongfang?"

Shui Xiang turned her head, her eyes paused for a moment on Yueyang's bright smiling face, and then she looked at Yao who was silent at the side, the feeling of worry in her heart became more obvious.Yao's appearance is much better than Yueyang's, but Shuixiang knows that the owner of the workshop will not like him, he does not belong to Linglongfang.

"Although Linglongfang is not a good place, let's try to stay here, other places are more difficult."

When Shui Xiang said this, it was a reminder to Yao.

The three of them walked through the atrium and went to the front yard. It is daytime and Linglongfang has not yet opened for business. The people walking in the workshop are all working in Linglongfang. Because of the arrival of a group of newcomers, Linglongfang today Livelier than ever.

The front yard is a place for guests to enjoy singing and dancing. There is an open-air vermillion platform in the center, surrounded by rockery and flowing water, and viewing seats are distributed under the eaves around. Looking from bottom to top, there are two corridors on the second floor, one east and one west. The other two sides are private room windows, which are exclusively used by distinguished guests.

Shui Xiang led the two of them to the vermilion stage, told them to wait, and then left. There were more than a dozen teenagers standing neatly on the stage, and Yao stood at the far right of the line, his eyes always on himself on tiptoes.

After burning incense, a handsome man in purple brocade came in from the door and walked straight to the table, followed by Shui Xiang and a woman in green shirt named Lu Luo.

"Fangzhu, all the people sent this month are here."

Shui Xiang respectfully said to Feng Zexi, Feng Zexi nodded, and sat down on the chair prepared earlier, Shui Xiang took a step forward, and said loudly:

"Keep your heads up."

The teenagers who heard the words raised their heads, and Feng Zexi looked from left to right, sizing up carefully, the faces of the few people in front could only be called beautiful, there was nothing outstanding, until Feng Zexi Seeing Yueyang, his expression softened slightly.

"What's your name?"

"Fangzhu, my name is Yueyang."

Feng Zexi nodded, Yueyang was worth cultivating both in appearance and personality, and could be worthy of Linglongfang's signboard, Feng Zexi waved his hand, and Shui Xiang immediately understood.

"Master Yueyang, please come here."

Yueyang walked up to Shuixiang and stood beside Shuixiang, with a smile on his face.

There was only one person left in the team, and Feng Zexi picked the one he liked, so he didn't care much about the last person, but when his eyes fell on Yao, Feng Zexi's expression froze.

In terms of appearance alone, the young man in front of him is better than the previous leaders of Linglongfang. Even if he has seen countless beauties, his eyes are bright, but this person should not belong to a place like Linglongfang.

The beauty of Yueyang is still within the control of human beings. He can train him into any appearance he needs, but this young man can make people daunting just by standing there. How can he be trained?

Seeing that Feng Zexi didn't like Yao, Shui Xiang suddenly said something.

"Fangzhu, I think this person is a good material to learn piano, why don't you stay and teach for a while?"

Feng Zexi took a look at Shui Xiang, and Shui Xiang immediately lowered her head in fear, but she really couldn't bear to send Yao to the pickling place, Feng Zexi pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

The crisp sound of the qin slanted out from the gazebo, bypassing the painted beams, leaving a lingering sound. Few of the small restaurants in Linglongfang did not sleep during the day, standing in twos and threes on the bridge to listen to Yueyang playing the qin.

Today is the examination day of Linglongfang. Although Linglongfang is a romantic place, it is also required to be proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Those who pass the assessment will be formally listed after the next Qimo meeting, and those who fail will be assigned to the next- If you go to the humble land, you can only serve traffickers and pawns and earn some hard money.

In addition to good looks, Yue Yang is also good at learning qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, the best of which is qin, and he played the qin just now.

After the song was over, Yue Yang stood up from his seat, bowed to Feng Zexi, Feng Zexi nodded, it would not be a problem to win the leader with such skills, then the only one left is... Yao.

"Master Yao, it's your turn."

Shui Xiang reminded in a low voice, Yao stepped forward, walked to the back of the Guqin and sat down, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, plucked lightly with his bare hands, and a series of smooth piano sounds poured out.

Feng Zexi's eyes fell on Yao's body, because of playing the piano, a thin wrist was exposed from Yao's sleeve, his skin was so fair that it was almost transparent, and the blue blood vessels could be vaguely seen, making people lick-lick Desire, wanting to dye it in color.

With a move in his heart, Feng Zexi moved his gaze upwards, from the well-covered neckline of the skirt to the small chin, every inch of Yao's skin attracted attention, this is the soul of a person who can seduce without doing anything Upside down beauty.

Feng Zexi's breath was a little messed up, his back straightened up, his eyes fell on Yao Danfen's lips, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and the secret desire in his heart was about to break out.

However, all of this came to an abrupt end when he met those pitch-black eyes. Yao raised his head and collided with Feng Zexi's gaze at some point. -The appearance of being dominated by thoughts.

So nasty, so ugly.

Instantly recovered from the boundless beauty, Feng Zexi looked away in a little embarrassment, and heard Yao say in a cold voice: "I'm done playing." Then he went back to the corner and didn't look at it again Feng Ze took a look.

"Master, how is it?"

Shui Xiang asked Feng Zexi nervously, Feng Zexi lowered his eyes to cover the ups and downs in his eyes.

"Let him be the red maid."

Shui Xiang was startled, thinking that she had heard wrong.

"Fangzhu, Mr. Yao plays the piano very well, why..."

Feng Zexi smiled mockingly.

"So what if you play well? After seeing him, who cares about listening to the piano?"

Shui Xiang is silent, always only the less talented and good-looking young lady will be retained as a red lady, she plays the Yaoqin very well, chess, calligraphy and painting are also not bad, Shui Xiang thought that he would definitely be a Qing lady, but Forget that human desires are hard to satisfy.

When entering Linglongfang, beauty is indeed the biggest capital, but it is too much, Linglongfang can't keep a person like Yao, even if he stays, it is impossible to let him be alone.

Qingguan and Hongguan sound like a word difference, but they are very different in practice. Qingguan performs art but does not sell his body. If he is lucky enough to redeem his body, he can live happily for the rest of his life, while Hongguan performs art and sells himself.