Placid Chang'an

"At the gate of the Gongyuan...the person who wanted to kill me...was you?"

When he was on the verge of death, the figure that pressed against his throat and held his breath overlapped with the person in front of him, and he suddenly remembered that when his consciousness was blurred, the person looked back at him with a pair of The eyes are bottomless.

"Are you really regretting it now..." Su Cen smiled palely, and the blood donated between his legs was in stark contrast, "You didn't kill me that day..."

"When you called me into Dali Temple, did you think that one day I would find you?"

"Since you have pushed the crime to Liu Zhen, you should let me continue to investigate. Maybe you can take the opportunity to eradicate dissidents and get rid of the most proud right-hand man of the Queen Mother Party. If you don't do this to me today, I won't remember That person is you, and I would never have thought that that person was you!"

Li Shi narrowed his eyes, and the chill in his eyes instantly overflowed. He stretched out a hand and gently stroked his fragile throat, like playing with a piece of delicate porcelain. Destroying or not destroying is only a matter of one thought.

Su Cen stared at the knuckle-knuckle hand for a while, then raised his head to look directly at the man's stern gaze, "You'd better strangle me today, otherwise I will keep investigating. I promised Old Man Tian that he would return Tian Ping One confession, you, or Liu Zhen, even if I can't touch you, I will definitely let the truth be revealed to the world!"

Li Shi's pupils shrank coldly, and with the help of the lightning Su Cen could clearly see that what flashed... was killing intent.

Tears flowed down the slender chin, and hit the knuckle hands drop by drop.

"You are born with power and status. You are aloof and admired by all people. You are not born to understand the sufferings of the world. We are ants, but ants have their own way of living. You don't know that an official has to light a lamp in order to succeed in one's life How many nights have I read at night, I don't know what a father is holding a sharp knife in his hand to trap himself in the land of no return, and he doesn't know what it is to carry a life. If you wave your hand, I have to brave the heavy rain to come here, and if you stomp your feet, I have to be intimidated, I just want to live, why do you look down on me?"

The verdict came unexpectedly long, and Su Cen felt his larynx trembling and rolling under his fingertips, felt the low-pressure breath on Li Shi's body, and the indescribable disappointment.

In the end, Li Shi almost suppressed his hand and uttered a word coldly: "Get lost."

Su Cen was stunned, then let out a breath secretly, turned over from the side of the person and got down on the bed without any hesitation, gathered the torn clothes tightly, and fled.

Qi Lin waited outside the door. Even though he had heard the general idea, he was still slightly taken aback when he saw Su Cen's appearance. Before he could react, he limped into the rain.

Qi Lin tentatively looked at the meaning of the people in the room, nodded slightly, and set off to catch up.

In the end, it was Qi Lin who forcibly pulled the man into the carriage. It was already summer, Su Cen couldn't stop shaking in the carriage, his face was as pale as paper, Qi Lin took off his outer robe and put it on for someone, but the man didn't realize it.

Originally, there was only one square away, so close, but it was difficult to walk.Every time the carriage jolted, Su Cen felt a dull ache in his lower body, so it turned out that he could still be so specific when he was sitting on pins and needles.After finally waiting for the carriage to stop, Su Cen was about to get up when Qi Lin suddenly said, "My lord is not that kind of person."

Su Cen was slightly taken aback, and sat still.

"The day your accident happened, the Lord was inspecting the North Camp in Xishan. He came back overnight when he heard that something happened to you."

Su Cen picked at a corner of his coat, and said coldly, "You are his man, so naturally speak for him."

"If my master has gone, there is no way I wouldn't know about it. You can't trust me. With the testimony of all the soldiers of the Peking University Camp, it is impossible for my master to appear in Chang'an City that night."

"But..." But that back view, can those eyes be fake?

"I personally interrogated the man in black. My master said that I will try to find out the person who attacked you at all costs."

Su Cen looked up: "Is the trial out?"

Qi Lin shook his head, "That man is a dead man, he only wants to die, torture is useless to him."

Su Cen frowned: "But he told Qu Ling'er that Liu Zhen was the murderer back then."

Qi Lin looked at Su Cen, and suddenly asked, "Do you know Qu Ling'er's background?"

"What?" Su Cen was startled.

"We suspect that Qu Ling'er is... the same person as the man in black."

"Impossible!" Su Cen straightened up abruptly, accidentally causing the wound on his lower body, and twitched the corner of his mouth in pain. He knew that what Qi Lin wanted to say was "accomplice", so he changed the word because of his face.

Su Cen shook his head in concentration: "It was Ling'er who saved me from the men in black. He lived in my house. If he wanted to kill me, I would have died eight hundred times."

Qi Lin said: "In other words, Qu Ling'er was the same person as him before."

"Before?" Su Cen repeated, remembering Qu Ling'er's injuries when she first arrived at his house, and what he said about being hunted down and jumping off a cliff.

"Ling'er escaped from there," Su Cen suddenly remembered something, and said anxiously: "Then if I ask Linger to ask the man in black, wouldn't I have exposed him?"

"That person will not walk out of the gate of Xingqing Palace alive."

Only then did Su Cen heave a sigh of relief, and opened the curtain to take a look. The rain was getting lighter, and the two hibiscus buds in front of the courtyard were beaten to the point of collapse.He should have lifted the curtain and went down now, changed out of his clothes, had a hot bath, covered himself with a quilt, and had a good night's sleep.After hesitating again and again, he sat back and looked at Qi Lin again.

"Why...do you protect him like this?" Su Cen asked softly, "If it's just a life-saving grace, you won the Turks for him and protected him for so many years, haven't you paid it off?"

There was silence in the carriage for a moment, just when Su Cen thought that this person would not talk to him anymore, Qi Lin said softly: "It's not me who protects him, but the Lord has always protected us."

15 years ago, Mobei Grassland.

The yellow sand is raging, sometimes mixed with withered yellow grass, like an ugly toad with a head full of toads.

It turns out that this is what it looks like from a height.

He licked his cracked lips, and barely swallowed his saliva, causing a sharp pain in his extremely dry throat.

This should be the last day, right?

He has been here for three days. He was hung from the sentry tower by a thin cowhide rope. At first, he was wet, but after being exposed to the sun, he stretched and shrunk, sinking into his flesh. It's a dull pain.He hasn't had a drop of water in the past three days, and he knows in his heart that this should be the last sunset he can see.The few vultures that had been lingering around him for a few days had already started to get impatient, and they were getting closer and closer to him, just waiting for him to die and swoop down.

What are you waiting for?What is he waiting for with a sigh of relief?He clearly knew that no one here could save him, and no one would save him.

He stared at the vast desert, why was he hung here?Oh yes, because he killed people.

One of his masters...

He is Atunkule. In Turkic language, he is a person who has been abandoned by heaven. According to the Han people, he is a slave.The kind of slave who can be exchanged for a sheep, a bag of salt, and a few animal skins.

He had lived here as long as he could remember, along with dozens of Atonkullers, driven, enslaved, waiting to be picked.He knows how to protect himself wisely. In such an environment, being patient is the way to survive. Those people have whips, crossbow arrows, and dogs in their hands. They cannot escape or resist, and their status is even inferior to those dogs.

At least when there are coyotes sneaking up, those people will put them in front, and put the dogs in the back to kill those who retreat.

Originally, he thought that he would just go on like this, waiting for his body to grow and be bought, and he might not make it through a certain cold night.Until the child was brought back, his body was smaller than everyone else, his face was fair, and he didn't look like the people here at all.

At first glance, he knew that this kind of person could not survive here.

Sure enough, the child didn't get any food on the first day of his arrival. In the end, he walked up to him timidly, tugged on his cuff, and called him "brother".

So he made half a piece of naan and gave it to the child.

Then it became half a dollar a day.

He knew it was a burden, but he couldn't stand the child looking at him with eyes that were purer than the sky in Mobei and calling him "brother".

Later, I heard that the child was the son of a certain tribal leader. The tribal camp was robbed and all the clansmen were slaughtered. He was the only one who was sold to a slave trader.

Thinking about it, I also know how difficult it is for this kind of person to live here, but that child can laugh, his eyes are narrowed into a line, and the corners of the eyes are bent downward, and there is a look in his eyes that he has never seen before.

He fell ill when the grasslands just started to turn yellow, and then he couldn't even eat a piece of dry naan a day, so he leaned in his arms and talked about the dried meat, cheese and milk tea that Amu had given him before.

That day, it was the first time he walked in front of those whip-wielders. They locked him up with a hungry wolf to watch the wolf fight, and they didn't even give him a tile for fear that he would scratch the wolf's skin.He wrestled with the wolf all day, and finally strangled the wolf with his bare hands, in exchange for half of the bun.

When he took it back... that child was already dead.