Biography of Haiguo

Then I realized something was wrong: "Huh? I am a slave owner and you are a slave. Why do you dislike my food?"

Shen Changhe begged for mercy and showed weakness: "Okay—excuse me, can I give that child some food?"

Musharraf laughed loudly and patted him on the shoulder: "Look, it's plausible! A person who knows the current affairs is a gentleman, be good and don't run away, I will try to send you to a rich family to serve the noble lady, protect you You will eat delicious food and drink spicy food all your life!"

Shen Changhe nodded meekly.Thinking he taught the "1000 taels of gold" around him wisely, Musharraf was in a good mood, and pulled out a piece of naan bread with a lot of sand from his pocket, walked to the crying child, and said in a rough voice: "Hey, eat!"

Many people heard his conversation with Shen Changhe just now.Seeing that Shen Changhe can ride on a horse and not have to travel long distances with his feet like them, these slaves are a little jealous; now that he makes the slave trader obediently serve the food with a smile on his understatement, they are so jealous Eye.

"That man doesn't lack any arms or legs, so why doesn't he have to walk?"

"That's right! And look, which one of us can share so many naans, why should he be treated differently from us!"

Seeing that the slave trader took the initiative to bring food, several young men were not as scared as they were at the beginning, and their discussions became louder.The young man who helped the woman speak at the beginning was obviously a prickly person, and now he took the lead as a matter of course: "Everyone is right! This woman who just lost her husband needs special care. You can't favor one over another like this!"

"Things that are shameless--"

Musharraf raised his whip with a grin, and the young man shrank his head in fright. His mouth, which had been speaking harsh words just now, withered in an instant, but the moment he lowered his head, he still gave Shen Changhe a hard look, his eyes extremely venomous.

Being chained like cattle and sheep and walking in the desert for several days, their hatred of slave traders has long since turned into instinctive fear and awe, external conflicts have transformed into internal conflicts, and the "treatment" is different Compared with others, Shen Changhe soon became the target of public criticism and a class enemy.Although most people remember the scene where he was punched and kicked because he insisted on saving someone, the person died after all, so his "good deed" became insignificant.

They don't hate the slave owner now, but only hate him—hate that he has the "privilege" of being treated extraordinarily!

Musharraf's whip did not go down.Because Shen Changhe also said: "That's right, what you said makes a lot of sense."

As he spoke, he got off the horse stiffly and clumsily. The rope in his hand was connected to the horse's rein. The horse moved forward impatiently, and he fell hard as soon as he couldn't stand still.Seeing his unlucky appearance, the slave traders burst into laughter, and the air was filled with joy for a moment.

Musharraf let him ride a horse at first, because he was afraid that he would die of exhaustion and thirst on the way, and also to prevent him from running away.But as we chatted, he gradually realized that this kid was not only beautiful, but also very knowledgeable about current affairs, and he was not as stubborn as he had shown at the beginning. His vigilance gradually relaxed, and he acquiesced to his intentions. this action.What's more, there is still more than a day's journey away from the destination, and they don't want to cause slaves to rebel because of this crap: moreover, it's not necessary.

Shen Changhe returned to the team, and the crowd fell silent.As soon as it got dark, the slave traders drove everyone to a deserted temple, tied up in groups of three and four, and prepared to rest.But Musharraf took extra care of Shen Changhe, took him out and locked him in the monk's meditation room alone, and left him alone after he was locked.

Not long after Musharraf left, Shen Changhe, who had already "sleeped", trembled his eyelashes and opened his eyes again.After carefully listening to the movement outside for a while, he took a deep breath, touched the window sill by the moonlight, and silently went to break a rusty iron nail on the window sill.

After that, he slowly rolled up the two trouser legs, revealing his calf as white as jade but extremely slender.Twelve "bone-penetrating nails" were embedded under the completely healed skin, silently, day and night, making him miserable.

Shen Changhe casually pulled the dirty, colorless towel and bit it in his mouth. After hesitating for a moment, he wiped the surface of the nail with the bed sheet, and then exerted force with his right hand. At the same time, a dull whimper blurted out!

For a moment, Shen Changhe was in so much pain that he felt that he might be dying.But when the blunt front end of the bone-penetrating nail buried deep in the bone and blood was exposed, he calmly passed his fingers through the wound as if his actions were not directed by his brain, and pulled out the nail bit by bit. that nail.Without anesthesia, he gradually did not feel the pain, as if the pain-sensing nerves in his body had already lost their proper function during this month of inhuman torture.

After pulling out the nail on the calf, he started to deal with the penetrating nail on the arm again—the moment the last nail fell to the ground, the dawn broke and everything came back to life, and he finally passed out with confidence and boldness.

Musharraf got up early.

He really cherishes this beautiful young man he bought from the bandit army, so he attaches great importance to his "safety" and health; therefore, when he opened the door, he saw blood and black blood all over his body. When mixed with the soaked man, Musharraf let out a scream that was completely out of style with his burly body!

In just one breakfast time, the news of Shen Changhe's "suicide" spread among the crowd.Other slave traders advocated chopping up the sick child who could not be saved and burying it on the spot. Only Musharraf insisted that Shen Changhe would survive and bring him a windfall.It's just that this time he didn't dare to let Shen Changhe go with the big team anymore, but gave him several injections of tranquilizers after a simple bandage for the wound, so that he would never commit suicide or self-harm again. Opportunity.

Gaochang Palace.

A few days ago, Farhad received the military report of the Unitarian rebellion in Loulan and other five countries.He was burning with anxiety, but the envoy who was sent to ask Nadia to come out of the mountain had not returned, which made him even more anxious.

The messenger finally came back today.But the news he brought back plunged Farhad into boundless despair:

"Your Majesty, the National Teacher, she...is missing."

"What?!" Farhad angrily grabbed the messenger's collar: "She disappeared, why did you delay returning until now?"

The sound of military boots stomping on the ground suddenly sounded from far and near, but it was an old man with gray hair who came in surrounded by heavily armed sergeants.He walked three steps away from Farhad before stopping, raised his cane and tapped the latter's forehead, showing a rather kind smile: "My lord, good morning."

Slave Market ([-])

At noon, White River City.

Baihe City is a place where Gaochang and Loulan don't care about each other, and "citizens' urban autonomy" is practiced-in fact, there are no citizens, all of them are human traffickers from countries in the Western Regions and even Qin. Became a "good citizen" who "abided by the rules".In fact, this is the largest slave trading market in the central part of the Xuantian Continent. When the Turks were still there, they only sold Tocharians and Persians who were famous for their beauty for the nobles to raise for fun. Now that the Turks have retreated to the north of Qilian Mountain, The obedient and capable Qin and Korean people and the tall, strong and powerful black-skinned "Kunlun slaves" became the new consumption objects of the rich.

"Hi there, I'm looking for someone." Inside an unremarkable door, Li Yunling spoke in broken Persian while gesticulating with his hands: "A 26-year-old man with long black hair and fair skin. Big eyes, thin body...about this tall."

She stood on tiptoe and raised her right hand to compare the height, then looked at him expectantly.On the opposite side, the white-haired old man smoking an Arabian shisha frowned and looked her up and down, and then said disdainfully: "Looking for a lover? This look is everywhere in this world. What's his name?" ?”

"...Old man, look at what you said." Li Yunling immediately realized that the other party had already seen through her disguise as a man, so he laughed and fooled her: "It doesn't matter what his name is, because he definitely won't use his real name. After a pause, she seemed to remember something: "Oh yes! Maybe the name Longjiu will be used."

The old man nodded and stretched out his hand: "Silver."

Li Yunling pursed her lips and gave Zhang Mu a wink, who immediately handed over a bag of broken silver.The old man glanced at the money bag, weighed it as if it was too little, and then took a puff of smoke from his nose: "Wait, I will tell you when I have a letter."

Li Yunling turned around and wanted to leave, but at the end he had a flash of inspiration, and added without hope: "Also...he is a mixed race, his eyes are green and a little gray, and his facial features are said to be very similar to those of a purebred Tocharian. "

The old man shouted excitedly: "Green eyes?!"

"Is there something wrong?" Li Yunling was taken aback by his reaction.The old man jumped down nimbly, jumped over the desk in front of him, and grabbed Li Yunling's arm: "Did you find someone else before you were looking for me?"

Li Yunling shook his head inexplicably.The old man immediately turned her around and pleaded solemnly: "Leave this matter on us, and I promise to find it for you! But you have to promise us one condition, and you must never go to another house to pick up this trip again." Business."

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