Yunyue past events

Winter snow falling,? A snowfall last night, so that everything around is decorated with a layer of white, white eaves,? White ground, white tree branches.

A luxurious carriage was driving slowly on the snow-covered road, and several followers followed behind the carriage.Pedestrians on the road gave way in a hurry, and stopped to watch from a distance. I don't know which princes and nobles they are, and where they are going in this snowy day.

Glancing at the passers-by who were evading in a panic outside the window, Zhao Rui beamed brightly, and chattered to Zhao Ling, who was in the same car: "Eighth brother, fifth brother invited you to a banquet? I'm afraid you won't go. I told fifth brother that it depends. Who invited him? I want to invite him for sure."

Zhaoling replied: "You invite me, of course I will go."

It was cold and windy, he put his hands into the sable fur, and continued: "In spring, the fifth brother will go to the fief, so we won't be able to see each other often in the future."

Zhaorui was overjoyed at first, but when he heard this, his smile disappeared immediately, and he was even a little melancholy. He looked at the familiar road and houses in front of the car, reluctantly, and murmured to himself: "Oh, I will also I have to leave this bustling capital and go to a fief,? I don’t know which poor place it is.”

He is the emperor's concubine, and he is not favored. Most likely, he was rewarded with a poor and small place.

"I really envy the eighth brother. The fiefdom entrusted to the eighth brother in the future must be a big city, and there will be at least five or sixty thousand food households." Zhaorui opened his five claws and said vividly.

Although he is rough and stupid, he is very clear that he is also the son of the king, but Zhaoling's identity is different from them.

Zhaoling said calmly: "Who knows what will happen in the future."

The wheels ran over the snow, leaving two long ruts. The carriage moved forward slowly, passing a section of difficult road. The snow melted on that section of the road, and the soil was soggy, it was really muddy.

Zhaorui urged the imperial husband to hurry up in the car, he rushed to the appointment, Zhaoling looked out the window of the car, and saw that it was a storage room in front of him.

Outside the courtyard door of the storage room, there are three or four slaves who are shoveling snow and diving into it.

The reason why Yue Qian can be recognized at a glance, besides his height, is that he is wearing a sheepskin jacket.

Yue Qian obviously stayed outside the house for some time, a thin layer of snow fell on his hair and shoulders, when he heard the sound of cars and horses on the road, he put down the wooden shovel in his hand and looked up.

Snowflakes danced around, and he stood out among them, with a resolute face, deep eyebrows, and a straight body like a pine tree.

Zhao Ling's heart seemed to be touched by something, and he withdrew his mind from the window, sat upright, looked ahead of the car, and listened carefully to Zhao Rui's rambling beside him.

The carriage drove away from the storage room, went straight forward, exited the south city gate, and came to a mansion on the outskirts of the city. Here is the villa of the Fifth Young Master Zhaoqing.

Living in the palace, there are too many rules and restrictions in every aspect. Some wealthy sons will build houses outside the palace.

"Seventh brother, eighth brother, you're here, come in quickly!" Zhaoqing was waiting at the door, and rushed to greet him, he was very attentive to Zhaoling.

They all grew up in the palace, surrounded by the center of power, even if they are as stupid as Zhaorui, they still know how to get closer to the prince and Zhaoling, because they are the closest people to the monarch.

Although they are brothers, their identities are always different.

Zhaoqing made full preparations for Zhaoling's banquet, not to mention delicious food, beauties were also arranged, there were Yueren who danced and danced, and the diners who played taro played, just to please the honored guests.

The host was supposed to have a good time with the guests, but Zhaoqing secretly observed and found that the eighth younger brother had no interest in the beauties who were voluptuously figured dancers, nor were they indifferent to the beauties who served wine next to them. He was willing to take a second look at the man who was dancing, and he was a little interested.

Weird.

Zhaoqing offered a glass of wine and said enthusiastically, "Eighth Brother, what do you think of Fifth Brother's house?"

I didn't look carefully when I came here, but now I looked around the room and found it quite ordinary, Zhao Ling said, "It's not bad."

Zhaoqing hurriedly said: "After the fifth brother left, no one lives here. If the eighth brother still likes it, the fifth brother wants to give the house to the eighth brother."

Go to the fief and stay away from the center of power. In order to live a stable life, there must be someone in the palace to cover him.Zhaoqing specially invited Zhaoling to a banquet, just to win over the relationship.

Before Zhaoling could answer, Zhaoqing had already stood up, pointed at a group of excellent diners who were blowing taro, dancing and serving wine, and said generously: "Don't say that the house can't be taken away, even these people can't be taken away. If the eighth brother doesn't If you don't like it, just accept it."

It is true that the house can't be moved, and the advocating disciples can't take it away. Zhaoling naturally understands why Zhaoqing did this.

Zhaoling sipped his wine and said leisurely: "Fifth brother, I don't lack everything, why not leave it to Seventh brother."

He really doesn't lack everything, he can tell his father and brother what he wants, and he doesn't need others to give it to him.Besides, whether it's the mansion or the advocacy of excellence, he is not very interested.

Hearing these words, Zhaorui raised his head abruptly, and couldn't hide his excitement on his face.

Zhaoqing sighed, sat down on the seat, and really asked Zhaorui beside him.

Zhaorui has been envious for a long time, it can be said that he is overjoyed.

At dusk, Zhaoling bid farewell to Zhaoqing and returned to the palace. Zhaorui still rode with him.

On the return trip, Zhaorui was full of joy, talking non-stop all the way, Zhaoling looked at the rural forest roads that were fading away from the rear window, and seemed to be thinking in his heart.

"Eighth brother, eighth brother."

"what's up?"

Zhaorui touched his head and smiled innocently: "I still don't know how to thank my eighth brother."

"That thing?"

Zhao Ling came to his senses, and he said, "Fifth brother is the best friend with you on weekdays, even if I don't mention it, his Biedi outside the city is reserved for you."

These are polite words, but Zhaorui loves to listen to them, and feels that he is also a very important person for a while.

"That is." Zhaorui said proudly.

The carriage moved on for a while, Zhaorui suddenly showed a serious expression and asked, "Eighth brother, I will leave the capital to entrust the land in the future, if someone speaks ill of me in the ear of my father, will you help me?"

Zhao Ling replied: "Help."

Zhaorui was overjoyed, and asked again: "Then if someone speaks ill of the fifth brother, will you help the fifth brother?"

Zhaoling replied, "I can help too."

I don't know whether he is talking casually or sincerely, which one is the truth.Thinking of this, the smile on Zhaorui's face gradually faded.

Once, they were all children, and their ideas were always simple.

This year's winter was colder than usual, with snow falling for several days in a row. One morning, the sun finally came out and shone warmly on his body.

Zhaoling ascended the tower of the South City Gate, overlooking the mountains and plains, seeing a vast expanse of white as far as the eye can see, with a magnificent and pure beauty.

Standing on a high place, you can see the villages of the people outside the city, small houses dotted all over, and further away, there are rolling forests and mountains.

"The wind is so strong, how did you come up to the city tower?"

Zhaoling knew who it was when she heard the sound, and didn't look back, she just replied, "Look at the snow."

Prince Zhaoyu walked to his younger brother and stood with him to watch the snow scene.

The prince asked: "I heard that Lao Wu wants to give you his house, together with his dancing and singing talents?"

Zhaoling replied: "I don't agree."

The two brothers stood together, the crown prince was tall, Zhaoling was not short, and his height reached his ears.

The prince naturally knew that Zhaoling did not accept it, so he looked at the distant mountains and said, "There is a villa outside my city, which has been idle all the time, and I just gave it to you. Ah Ling will enter the Pan Palace next spring, and he will have a place to rest in snowy weather. place."

The prince kept many guests. There were several mansions in the city, most of which were used to accommodate guests. Even in the suburbs, he had not only one other mansion.

"Thank you brother."

"Why are you thanking me?"

The prince patted his younger brother on the shoulder. He was just such a biological younger brother who had been doted on since childhood.

Next year, Zhaoling will be old enough to study in Pan Palace, which is located in the southern suburb of Yindu.

It was cold and windy, and the two brothers stood on the tower for a while, then climbed down the tower, and they returned to the palace together in the same carriage.

Everyone in the palace and outside the palace knew that the crown prince doted on his younger brother Zhaoling, and the two brothers were very close.

Spring is approaching, and as the temperature gets warmer day by day, the ice and snow have all melted, and the road leading to the storage room is already muddy, and it becomes more and more difficult at this time.

In winter, Zhao Ling seldom went to the library, and when he needed books from the library, he asked his servants to drive a car to pick up books from the library.Ren did not go to the Tibetan room in person, but his attendants often appeared.

On this day, Zhao Ling was driving out of the palace gate when he saw his attendant Zheng Ming driving a carriage with a load of books towards the palace gate.Due to the difficulty of the road, some sections of the road require people to push the cart, and there is a Tibetan slave following the carriage, which is the submergence.

When they met at close range, Zhao Ling found that even though his clothes and shoes were covered with mud, he was still calm and calm.

Yue Qian's expression was originally indifferent, but when he saw Zhao Ling, his eyes changed slightly, very subtle, almost imperceptible.

When the servant driving the carriage met his master, he stopped at a distance, got off the carriage immediately, and waited beside the road.Zhaoling passed by in a car, he hurriedly bowed and said: "The book that the young master asked for, my subordinate brought it back."

Zhaoling ordered: "Send it to Bedi."

The original order was to send it to the palace, but the location was changed suddenly, the attendant dared not object, he bowed his head and said: "Yes, my subordinate will send it right now."

The attendant immediately turned around and headed to Zhaoling's annex on the outskirts of the city.

After the attendant left, Zhaoling said to the imperial husband, "Leave the city and go to Bedi."

The place he was going to was not outside the city, let alone Bedi.

The carriage drove towards the south of the city, crossed the straight avenue, passed many government offices, treasuries, and mansions of dignitaries, exited the city gate, and finally stopped in front of a magnificent mansion on the outskirts of the city.

At this time, there was already a car parked at the gate of the mansion, it was the attendant's car, the attendant was gone, he might have gone into the house, and Yue Qian was unloading the books by himself.

Before the prince gave this villa to his younger brother, he would occasionally spend the night here. The mansion has everything, including daily necessities and servants.Zhaoling's carriage suddenly appeared, and Biedi's housekeeper (similar to a housekeeper) led a group of servants, rushed to the gate of the courtyard, respectfully greeted the master.

The long-awaited new owner finally appeared, and everything in the mansion began to work.

The attendant was planning to call a servant and send Yueqian back to the Tibetan room to return to the Tibetan history guard, when he suddenly heard Mr. Ling say to him: "Zheng Ming, take the Tibetan slave to change clothes, and then bring him to see me."

Zheng Ming was very puzzled, but he still replied: "Yes."

Yue Qian raised his eyes, and saw Zhao Ling standing on the doorstep, condescending, and a young man dressed up in a proud face, wearing a snow-white sable fur.

For some reason, his appearance reminded Yue Qian of the phoenix bird clan emblem of Rongguo. The phoenix bird raised its head and sang, with its long tail drooping, proud and beautiful.

Zhao Ling went back to the house, sat in the study, sat upright, with a bamboo slip spread out in front of him, he seemed to be reading, but in fact he was waiting.Under the desk, the hands resting on the thighs were clenched and loosened, and even he himself didn't know whether he was excited or nervous at this time.

On the way to the suburban mansion, Zhao Ling had already had an idea in his heart, and he had already put it into action.

**

"Are you blind? Didn't you see him wearing shackles? Get some simple clothes, and go!"

Zheng Ming viciously threw a long cloth at the maidservant. He disliked the maidservant for delaying things and treated her badly.

The maidservant looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, and when she was reprimanded by Zheng Ming, her eyes turned red and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Yue Yue hid in the bathroom to take a bath, and when he heard the sound outside the door, he felt calm in his heart, not as flustered and nervous as the people outside the door.

Not long after, the door of the bathroom was suddenly pushed open, Zheng Ming put a set of clothes on the hanger, and urged Yue Qian: "Hurry up and change, don't keep Mr. Ling waiting!"

The clothes sent were a long coat, a short skirt, and a robe.The short coat is said to be a coat, but it is actually a long piece of cloth wrapped around the waist to hide shame.

Yue Qian wears shackles and cannot wear long skirts.

Under Zheng Ming's repeated urging, Yue Qian put on his clean clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

Zheng Ming, who was guarding the door, suddenly saw Yue Qian's appearance after changing clothes, his eyes were wide open, and he was obviously taken aback.

Yue Qian's messy long hair was tied into a bun, and his muddy cloth was replaced with a long robe. His bamboo-like figure was really dignified in the long robe.

It felt like a different person, almost unrecognizable!

Zheng Ming was surprised, he didn't pay attention to it before, only now did he realize that this slave has a good-looking talent, and his features are more heroic than his own, what is the origin of this slave.

And why the young master wants to see him.

Full of suspicion, Zheng Ming led Yueqian to the compound where the master lived, waited outside the study, and reported: "My lord, the Tibetan servant has already washed and changed his clothes, and he is outside."

"Call him in."

Zhao Ling's voice came from the study.

This time without Zheng Ming's urging, Yue Qian walked in on his own. When he climbed the doorstep, his leg shackles struck the stone steps, making a clang sound.

Yue Qian entered the study room, and saw Gong Ziling sitting in front of the desk, reading a book of bamboo slips, without raising his head.

While waiting, Yueqian had already looked through the furnishings in the study, and found that this study should have been visited for a long time, and there were several withered wintersweet sticks stuck in a bottle.

This mansion located on the outskirts of the city is exquisite and exquisite, and it is probably the other residence of Gong Ziling.

He is young and has everything he needs, so he is very favored, otherwise he would not dare to violate the order of the king and do whatever he wants.

Yue Qian had already guessed in his heart that when Shou Zangshi brought him out of the bamboo slip workshop and kept him in the storage room, it was probably at the request of Gong Ziling.

Yue Qian withdrew his thoughts, shifted his attention to his eyes, and suddenly met Zhao Ling's gaze - at some point Zhao Ling raised his head from the bamboo slips and was looking at people.

Zhao Ling's gaze was unscrupulous, from feet to head, and then from head to toes, and his eyes finally stayed on Yue Qian's ankles, on the shackles.The ring shackles tightly bound the ankles of both feet, leaving clearly visible old scars on the ankles, showing that under the daily wear and tear of the skin and flesh, that part once festered and later healed.

It was the old scar left by wearing the shackles for the first time in Yuanyuan.

"Zheng Ming." Zhao Ling called out.

"Here, what are your orders?" Zheng Ming appeared immediately, and he was waiting outside the door.

"Go to the city and find a locksmith who can open locks, and bring them to me."

Zheng Ming quickly aimed at the shackles on Yueqian's feet, reacted quickly, and immediately replied: "Yes, I will go now!"

The attendant left, only Zhao Ling and Yue Qian remained in the study, and the two looked at each other again, Zhao Ling's eyes searched Yue Qian's face, and found that the other party was thinking deeply and could not see any reaction.

Yue Qian's gaze was calm and his expression was calm. He hadn't changed a bit since he entered the study.

At this time, Zhao Ling realized that he was not fully sure, should he be wary?

Should he be believed to be grateful?

Should I believe that he has no resentment?

Or maybe he feels neither gratitude nor resentment.

"Dive more."

Zhao Ling raised his face, and said in a clear voice, "What I said before still counts. I am still your master."

Half a year ago, at the Nanshan hunting ground, Gong Ziling had said similar words, and when he heard such words again, Yue Qian was very calm, with no waves in his heart.

I had expected it.

Zhaoling raised his voice, and continued, "From now on, you are my man, and you must not disobey my orders, do you understand?"

His eyes are fixed, his eyes are proud, he has a pair of bright eyes, which makes Yueqian think of the eyes of birds again and again.

For those who serve Zhao Ling, his gaze is frightening, but for Yue Qian, it has no intimidating effect.

Since he was captured at the age of ten, he has lived under the whip for seven full years. No verbal coercion, intimidation, or physical pain can make him bow his head.

After a long silence, Yue Qian's lips moved, and he replied: "Yes."

Hearing this reply, Zhao Ling was satisfied.

Zhaoling shouted to the door: "The housekeeper!"

An old servant hurried in and fell on the ground. He lowered his head, not daring to look up at the lord, and respectfully said: "The old servant is here."

The housekeeper has been waiting for orders at the gate of the courtyard. He still doesn't understand the temperament of the new master, and he is full of fear.

Zhao Ling looked out the window, there was a row of side rooms next to the study, next to the master bedroom, he said: "Clean up the side rooms and arrange for him to move in."

"Yes, the old slave will do it now." The housekeeper hurriedly got up, ready to call someone to work.

"What's the hurry, ask someone to guard the door, and when you see Sergeant Jing bringing the locksmith over, come in and report to me." Zhao Ling tapped on the book case twice as he said, a little impatient.

"Yes, son." The housekeeper took the order and left.

Yue Qian glanced at the side room outside the window, and he knew that the side room of the main courtyard either lived in the owner's personal attendant, or lived in the owner's favorite concubine Ji.

It seems that there will be the residence of personal servants in the future.

Zhao Ling found that whenever he talked to others, Yue Qian would look around calmly, he was just reticent, not indifferent to things around him.

Rolling up the bamboo slips on the wooden table and holding them in his hand, Zhao Ling asked Yue Qian who was standing in front of him: "Doctor Jing said you can read?"

"I don't know much." Yue Qian was not surprised at all, it seems that Shou Zang Shi will relay his situation in the Tibetan room to Gong Ziling.

Zhao Ling held one end of the bamboo slip, handed the other end to Yue Qian, and said, "Put it back on the bookshelf."

This should be the first order issued after declaring him to be the master of Yue Qian.

The order was issued, and it took a moment for Yue Qian to respond. He leaned forward and stretched out his hand to catch the bamboo slips.

The bamboo slips were caught by Yue Qian, but Zhao Ling still didn't let go. At this moment, the two were very close, and Yue Qian could smell the faint scent of incense on the other's clothes, while Zhao Ling could hear the other's regular breathing.

The surrounding area was too quiet, as if there were only the two of them in the main courtyard, as if there were no servants or maidservants in any corner waiting to be dispatched.

Zhao Ling's hand was moving, his fingers touched Yue Qian's bruised palm, and his fingertips rubbed the back of the opponent's hand, Yue Qian's eyes suddenly enlarged because of his astonishment.

When I was a child, I saw him covered in bruises, and I couldn't bear it. Later, I saw him fighting with bison in the hunting ground, and worried about his life and death.

Even Zhao Ling didn't know what he really thought in his heart, maybe he just didn't want to see him suffer.

Zhao Ling's warm palm was about to cover the back of Yue Qian's hand. At this moment, the bamboo slip in his hand was suddenly pulled away by a force, and Zhao Ling's raised hand fell to the ground and dropped to the side.

Yue Qian clenched the bamboo slips tightly, frowning his sword eyebrows, as if he was a little troubled, he walked to the bookshelf, found where this bunch of bamboo slips belonged, and put the bamboo slips back to their original place.

He has lived in the library for half a year, and he doesn't hate dealing with bamboo slips and silk books.

Zhao Ling returned to normal, and said in a cold voice: "Bring the silk book "Dai Ce"."

After a while, a volume of "Dai Ce" was placed on the wooden case.

Zhao Ling thought, he is very suitable to be my attendant.

Putting the silk book in the middle of the wooden table, unfolding it slowly, Zhao Ling bowed his head to read.In fact, I don't have much interest in reading, and I pay attention to diving from time to time.

Yue Qian sat aside, his arms resting on his long legs, he was sitting upright, facing the door.Zhao Ling thought that he must be impatient and waiting for the locksmith to arrive, but looking at his side face, his expression was calm, his eyebrows were lowered, as if he was thinking about something, and his mind was not here at all.

Zhaoling suddenly realized that he had seen Yueqian several times, but he had never seen a trace of melancholy or sadness on his face.I can't help but think, what kind of emotions does he have on weekdays, and what are his thoughts?

There was silence in the house, and after an unknown amount of time, the housekeeper hurried in to report: "My lord, the locksmith is here!"

Zhaoling raised his body and said, "Send him to come in."

Yue Qian stood up slowly, and the ankle shackles made a sound as he stood up.

The locksmith knelt on the ground, lowered his head to check the shackles of the submerged, he opened his mouth wide in surprise, but said nothing.

On the way there, the attendant told him not to ask any questions, just open the lock, if he couldn't open the lock, he would ask him.

The locksmith recognized that this was a pair of shackles specially used by the government, indicating that this person was a slave of the government, not a slave of a gentry or a petty official.

Since he is a slave of the government, how could he lose the key to open his shackles?Should I call a locksmith to open it?

If he helps to open the lock, the government will track him down, and he will definitely go to prison, maybe he will be a slave because he violated the law; Get up.

How dare the blacksmith refuse to say that I don't know how to open it? He tremblingly took out a large bunch of keys from his waist, reluctantly and forced to do so.

A pair of fettered feet was in front of him, and the noble boy behind him was watching him.

The locksmith's hands shook like an old man in his seventies and eighties, and he couldn't align the keyhole several times. Even after aligning, he tried to turn the key, but it couldn't be turned, and it didn't match.

This one won't work, it won't open, and that one won't work either.

The locksmith was sweating profusely and kept wiping away his sweat.

Nervous and flustered, the key in the locksmith's hand was suddenly snatched away. Seeing that it was the noble boy who couldn't look directly at him, the locksmith lowered his head even lower, wishing he could bury it in the ground.

If he hadn't buried his head, he should have seen the housekeeper and attendants with shocked faces.

Neither the housekeeper nor the attendants dared to stop Zhao Ling's actions, they stared with wide eyes.

Zhao Ling squatted down in front of Yueqian. He took out the bunch of keys and tried them one by one. He moved swiftly. Finally, a key was inserted into the lock hole and could be turned. There was only a "click", and a shackle was released. opened!

The shackles that followed like a shadow were untied, and the shackles fell to the ground with a clang, revealing the old scars on the ankles, showing that it had been shackled for a long time.

"Zheng Ming, you come!"

Zhaoling handed the key to the attendant behind him. He clapped his hands and got up slowly, feeling a little tired from squatting.

Yue Qian was looking down, Zhao Ling raised his head, the two were close at hand, caught off guard Yue Qian's black and bottomless eyes, only then did Zhao Ling realize that he was doing the next outrageous thing.

He himself unshackled a slave.

It's true that you don't have to do it yourself, the locksmith's hands are shaking, you can call the housekeeper or the attendant to do it.

Zheng Ming was reluctant, but he finally understood that the young master attached great importance to this Tibetan slave.He bent his knees, lay on the side of the submerged foot, took the key, and opened the other shackle on the submerged foot.

The "click" sounded again, and the shackles were loosened. Yue Qian immediately took off the shackles, and he touched his ankles with his hands.The familiar weight was lifted, and the feet were no longer bound.

Zhaoling asked the housekeeper, "Is the room tidy?"

"My son, the old servant has asked someone to tidy it up. The first room on the east side has good lighting and a spacious room. It is the most livable." The housekeeper has served the powerful for many years and is best at observing people's words.

Knowing how to figure out the master's mind, he arranged for Yueqian the best room in the side room.

Afterwards, Zheng Ming led the locksmith out, and the locksmith was rewarded heavily. Needless to say, he was both surprised and happy.The housekeeper took Yueqian to the side room and placed him there, finally only Zhaoling was left in the study.

Standing in front of the window, Zhaoling saw the housekeeper walking in front and Yueqian following. The housekeeper pushed open a door in the side room and turned to greet the people behind him.

Without the restraint of shackles, Yue Qian took a step forward, climbed up the doorstep, and walked into his room.

At this moment, Zhao Ling felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if something was lost and found, and he put it tightly in his pocket.

Half a year ago, the person brought back from Nanshan finally belonged to him.

**

The night on the outskirts of the city gives people a sense of tranquility, but it is not the dead silence with no sound at all, but the silence with the sounds of birds and animals. This place is not far from the mountains and forests.During the day, if you look out of the window and see a mountain surrounded by clouds and mist in the distance, it is Nanshan.

On the first night in the outskirts of the city, Yueqian slept deeply. Amidst the sounds of birds and insects, he had a dream, a dream of turning into a green snake.

It has been more than half a year that I haven't turned into a green snake in my dream, maybe it's because the annex is close to the forest, or maybe it's because of other reasons.

The green snake was wandering in the forest. It climbed to the lakeside to drink water. After drinking the water, it raised its head and bathed in the moonlight.The forest wind blows the scales of the green snake, like an invisible hand, the wind combs the mane on the back, and it spits out the letter comfortably.

Waking up in the early morning, I saw the spacious living room and the big windows, only to realize that I was lying in the comfortable and clean side room of the annex.Yue Qian used his arms as a pillow, lowered his eyelids, and fell into thoughts. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at his two feet, as if confirming.

There was nothing left on his ankles, and the shackles that had bound him again and again were removed yesterday.

"Dong dong."

There is someone knocking on the door, but I don't know who it is.

Yue Qian got up and got dressed, but there was no answer.

"Are you up? Get out soon."

A man's low voice came from outside the door. His voice was young and his tone was impatient. It should be Zheng Ming, Gongzi Ling's attendant.

Through the door, Yue Qian put on the long robe, put on the gauze crown, tied the tassel, and said calmly, "I'm getting dressed."

Last night, the steward of the other hall personally delivered daily necessities to Yueqian, as well as clothing suitable for his status as a servant.

Long gowns, well-fitting brocade robes, elegant belts, fine leather boots, and a gauze crown.

The housekeeper is good at trying to figure out the master's mind, and seeing the master put the Tibetan slave in the side room, he knows that the servant's attire is no longer suitable for him.

Not long after, the well-dressed Yueqian opened the door, and there was indeed Zheng Ming outside the door. At this time, there were already lights in the courtyard, and the voices of the servants in the next courtyard could be heard.

Yue Qian understood that the reason so many people could not sleep until dawn was to serve Gong Ziling who was still sleeping and would wake up later.

Many years ago, in the palace of Yunyue Kingdom, Yueqian was the one who was served.

Zheng Ming saw that Yue Qian was dressed in the attire of a servant, and thought to himself that he looked quite decent, but he was not convinced, why!

Why can he be a servant of Young Master Ling even if he is a house slave, and he can also sit on an equal footing with me and get the honor of staying in the side room of the main courtyard.

Zheng Ming said coldly: "You are a slave who doesn't know the rules. I call you kindly today. From now on, I have to get up when I hear the rooster crowing!"

Of course he didn't have good intentions, it was because of Mr. Ling's instructions.

Thinking that this person is just a lowly Tibetan slave laborer who doesn't know how to serve the powerful, Zheng Ming's mind is slightly balanced.

At dawn, Zheng Ming led Yueqian to Master Ling's dormitory, and waited at the doorstep, waiting for orders.

It was cold early in the morning, and Zheng Ming put his hands into his sleeves. He looked deeper and deeper, and saw that the other party seemed to have no coldness. He didn't drink or stomp his feet, let alone rub his hands and sleeves.

Zheng Ming thought disdainfully, slaves are so lowly.

In the cold winter, the ice was cut and the ice cubes were transported to the ice room for storage; under the scorching sun, wood was cut and charcoal was burned, and the flames scorched their hands and faces. The slaves were as cold and heat resistant as livestock, and they were insensitive.

The more you dive, the more you don't know the temperature and cold, it's just that you learned to be patient in order to survive.

He looked over the courtyard wall and looked at Nanshan in the distance. Under the morning sun, the ridges in the sky gradually emerged, majestic and majestic.

The sun rises slowly, and the sun shines on the body, bringing warmth. The more you dive, the more you can see the trees on both sides of the river, with a little greenness on the branches. The snow melts and flows into a mountain stream. Birds and animals drink water. There was a fishing boat, and the slaves who fished for the king were driven down the river by the soldiers. The river was bitterly cold.

"Is the son awake?"

Only when Yue Qian heard Zheng Ming's voice did he come back to his senses.

The door of the dormitory was opened at some time, and two delicate maids were coming out of the house holding the toiletry set. One of the maids turned her head and whispered to Zheng Ming: "Master just woke up."

Her voice was soft and soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing the people in the room.

"Zheng Ming, ask Wei Huai to prepare the car."

Zhaoling's voice came from the room, it was lazy and sleepy.As a personal servant, Zheng Ming often has to convey his master's orders to others, so he always thinks he is superior to others.

Wei Huai is Zhaoling's imperial husband, and Zhaoling obviously intends to return to the palace.

Zheng Ming stepped forward immediately, stood at the door and replied, "Yes, my lord, I'm going right now."

Just as he was about to leave, he heard someone in the house say, "Call Yue to sneak in."

Standing outside the door of the dormitory, one cannot see what is going on inside the room. There is a tent set up in the room, and only the graceful figure of the maid Tingting can be seen inside. At this time, Gong Ziling should still be on the bed, tightly covered by the bed curtain.

"My lord, he's right outside the door." Zheng Ming said while winking at Yue Qian, beckoning him to go in.

Yue Qian stepped on the stone steps, passed through the door curtain, and entered the bedroom.

Zheng Ming was unhappy in his heart, he left the main courtyard and walked on the stone path leading to the front yard, muttering, but he couldn't hear what he was muttering.

He served Zhao Ling for some time, and it was the first time he saw Zhao Ling let his attendants enter the dormitory early in the morning. He had never had such treatment.

Yue Qian stopped outside the bed curtain, through the bed curtain, he could already see the figure of the person lying inside, similarly, the people inside could also see the figure standing outside the bed curtain.

"Young master let you in."

The maid rolled up a corner of the bed curtain and waved to Yue Qian with a gentle voice.

The maids in the other hall are all delicate and beautiful, with luxurious clothes, and they are in their young age.

This annex was originally the annex of the prince, and they were also the maids of the prince, and they were all carefully selected.

Yue Qian hesitated a little, then pulled the bed curtain aside, walked in, looked up and saw Zhao Ling leaning on the bed, he was wearing silk plain clothes, long hair loose, black hair and white skin.

Zhao Ling squinted at the person who entered the bed curtain, and said slowly: "You wait by the side."

Without further words, Zhao Ling raised his arms, and the maid understood what he meant and immediately came over to help him dress.

Not knowing what it meant to ask him to come in, Yue Qian could only stand aside and watch.

The silk clothes are thin and transparent, and the figure of the young man is looming, his eyes move away and look elsewhere.

After Zhao Ling got dressed, he still didn't say anything. He walked to the mirror and sat down. Two maids began to comb his hair.

After carefully combing Zhaoling's long black hair into a complex bun, a high crown was worn on top of the bun, fixed with a jade hairpin, and fastened with a tassel.

Since the day Zhaoling was born, she has lived in rich clothes and fine food, and lived a pampered life. Not only her face is fair and flawless, but her hair is also black and shiny like silk.

The princes and nobles of Rong Kingdom, regardless of gender, are keen to dress up their appearance, which is quite different from Yunyue Kingdom.

This is also the very different ethnic habits and customs between the two countries.

Zhao Ling raised her head slightly, and said to Yue Qian who was standing by, "Bring Peiyu here."

Yue Qian saw a jade pendant on the mirror stand, he held it in his hand, and was about to hand it to the maid, but Zhao Ling signaled with his eyes, asking him to come in person.

I have never served anyone before. For Yueqian, this kind of thing is more difficult than paddling and fishing.

Yueqian came to Zhaoling, his lower body movements seemed stiff, he tried to hang the jade pendant on Zhaoling's belt, he tried twice but failed, and finally hung it up.

The fingers used to do rough work on weekdays are not as soft and dexterous as the maid's hands, so they appear clumsy when doing such delicate tasks.

Zhaoling didn't care, he didn't pay attention here, he could smell the saponins on Yueqian's body, it was the smell after bathing, it didn't have any fragrance, it was refreshing and simple.

The well-dressed Zhaoling sat in the carriage, the imperial husband Wei Huai drove the carriage, the stewards of the other hall, the servants and maidservants all stood outside the gate of the courtyard to see them off respectfully, all bowing their heads and ears.

Obeying the order, Yue Qian followed the carriage. His identity was already that of Gongzi Ling's attendant.

The carriage left the annex and returned to the palace.

The itinerary is not urgent, and the speed is very slow.

There are mountains and rivers in the countryside, and the world is vast, not as crowded as in the city. Zhao Ling enjoys the scenery outside the car, and occasionally glances at the submerged car through the car window.

As soon as he woke up early in the morning, he summoned Yueqian, of course there was a reason.

At this time, seeing Yue Qian following the vehicle closely, looking straight ahead, Zhao Ling said: "Last night I was worried that you would escape, so I specially asked the housekeeper to have someone watch over the night, and report to me if there is any movement."

After all, he helped him unshackle, and his feet were no longer bound.Zhaoling knew that although the courtyard wall was not short, if Yueqian wanted to escape over the wall, he could climb over it.

Zhao Ling's words were unexpected, and he was secretly surprised.

"You don't want to escape, do you? Why?" Zhao Ling looked at the faint Nanshan Mountain outside the window, waiting for the other party's answer.

why?

On the wooden boat carrying fresh fish to Yindu Wharf, Yueqian killed all the soldiers on board countless times, snatched the keys from the soldiers, and escaped with the shackles, but finally gave up.

Why then, and why now.

Yue concentrated his mind like water, and slowly stated: "Rongguo does not allow people to take in people of unknown origin. Once they find out, they will be punished even if they find out. Not to mention wives and children, even parents will suffer. Even if I escape, I can't go to places where people live. , can only flee to the barren mountains."

Yueqian's Rongyu speaks well, although with a Dianyunyue accent.

Zhaoling replied: "Indeed, not only Rongguo, but all countries