Yunyue past events

The sky outside the window has already lit up,? The weather is gloomy, and the not-so-bright light enters the room, and the person on the wooden bed who fell into a deep sleep due to serious injuries and blood loss can be seen.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were closed, and before he fell asleep, his brows were frowned because of the pain. Other than that, it seemed that he had been brutally whipped, and his body was covered in bruises.

The slender body was covered with a thin plain quilt to cover the bloody cloth strips wrapped around the chest, arms and thighs.

There was a faint smell of blood in the house, and Zhao Ling was very familiar with this smell of blood.

Walking lightly to the side of the bed, and sitting down by the bed, Zhao Ling can take a closer look at the sleeping man, look at his sickly face, pale lips that lost blood color, and a streak on his cheek. Nail scratches,? And a bruise on the cheek.

Zhao Ling stretched out a hand. The palm of this hand was wrapped with a white strip of cloth. The broken nail of the little finger had been cut off, and the tip of the finger had been coated with a lotion. The dark brown lotion made the little finger look like it was still stained with blood. .

The index finger and ring finger gently touched the bruise on Yueqian's cheek, as if to heal the pain caused by the bruise. Zhaoling punched him in the face last night, and the bruise was left at that time .

While Yueqian was whipped and in excruciating pain, he punched him and slapped him.

Thinking of it at this moment, I feel very uncomfortable.

The index finger moved down and came to Yue Qian's lips, and felt the warm breath blowing on the fingertips. It was snorting, and the snorting was because he was still alive.

The undulating chest is because the heart in the chest is beating.

This body, this person, he can live and he will die.

He may die of illness on the rugged mountain road exiled to Mengyang City because of his unhealed injuries; he may also die of illness due to overwork in the smelting workshop; he may also be crushed to pieces and buried in the bottomless in the mine...

Zhao Ling withdrew her hand and covered her chest, feeling a palpitation, and even a little out of breath.Take a deep breath and calm down slowly.

Looking at the person lying next to him again, his eyes were closed, he was in a dream, ignorant and careless.

Looking at the person on the bed silently, Zhao Ling recalled the two encounters when they were children and teenagers, and the two years of companionship.

I never asked him if he remembered saving a bird when he was young.

Never told him that I was the bird.

You once wanted to keep me in a cage, but then you let me go.

Lowering his body, Zhao Ling searched for the silk rope hanging the snake-shaped necklace around Yueqian's neck. He found it, hooked the silk rope out of his collar with his fingers, and brought out the wooden snake-shaped necklace at the same time.

Holding the pendant in the palm of his hand and rubbing it, the nostalgia and reluctance in Zhao Ling's heart cannot be given to this man who has made up his mind, but it seems to be given to such a small item without warmth.

Putting down the pendant and raising his head, Zhao Ling suddenly met Shang Yueqian's dark eyes, when will he wake up?

The hand holding the pendant slowly withdrew and placed it by his side, Yue Qian's eyes followed him, and he saw that Zhao Ling's palm was wrapped with a cloth strip, and the injured little finger was coated with medicine.

Sensing Yue Qian's gaze, Zhao Ling rolled up his sleeves, feeling rather complicated.

With his arms propped by his side, he slowly raised his body, jumped up and sat with his back against the bed, the movement of getting up affected the wound and caused pain, he frowned.

Seeing cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and seeing the quilt slip off after he got up, revealing the cloth strips soaked in blood, Zhao Ling's voice was emotionless and calm: "Have you ever imagined it? Maybe it's not just twenty lashes, I Elder brother may whip you to death."

Yue Qian stared at the people around him, his dry lips moved, and his voice was hoarse: "No."

The bet was on Gongziling's feelings for him, and with Gongziling around, the crown prince couldn't kill him.

That "no", so sure.

Zhao Ling clenched his fist involuntarily, and then slowly released it. He thought it was ridiculous, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

"Yue Qian, I really like you." Zhao Ling leaned her body towards Yue Qian, as if she wanted to kiss him, their lips were very close, but they didn't touch, it was more like a provocative gesture .

Smelling the smell of blood on the other party's body that made her uncomfortable, Zhao Ling said, "You bring me joy."

The word joy has a very long ending.

How many nights their bodies were entangled and carried away.

Zhao Ling raised her injured hand, looked at it, and murmured: "That's all."

Last night, when she hit him in a fit of anger, she hurt her own hand.

Getting up from the bed, Zhao Ling looked out the window, the weather is not good today, the sky is gloomy and there is no sun, probably it is almost time.

At this time, Zhaoling heard footsteps outside the door, looked at the door, and saw that the housekeeper was leading a pharmacist over.

The housekeeper stood outside the door and reported: "Young master sent someone to the mansion to call the old slave early in the morning, and asked the old slave to bring the pharmacist from the south of the city to Biedi. The old slave dared not delay, and has already invited the pharmacist."

Zhaoling said: "Call the pharmacist in."

Soon, the pharmacist entered the room with the medical kit on his back, and walked towards Yueqian who was lying on the wooden bed, while Zhao Ling walked out of the room and walked towards the courtyard.He didn't want to see the hideous wound on Qian's body again, he had seen enough last night, and he refused to experience it again.

Turning around and leaving, stepping on the stone path in the courtyard, Zhao Ling returned to his dormitory to change into his uniform. It was time for him to return to the city.

She didn't close her eyes all night, Zhaoling was listless, and even though she put on a dress, she still lacked her usual demeanor.

Ever since Zhaoling lived in the mansion in the city, there were only a few servants left behind in Beddi on the outskirts of the city, and there was no personal maid for Zhaoling.

Two maidservants tidied up Zhaoling's clothes. They were nervous and their movements were not smooth. They managed to comb the master's hair in a bun and brought a high crown for him to wear.

The housekeeper came over, stood on the doorstep and said, "Young master, the pharmacist said that Yueshi's injury is serious, and if he wants to be cured, he needs to stay in bed for a month."

"Did the pharmacist change the medicine for him?" Zhao Ling raised his chin, and the maid was helping him tie the tassels that tied the hair crown.

"The pharmacist is still changing the dressing. A lot of the wounded cloth strips from last night are sticking to the wound. It's troublesome for the pharmacist to change, and the Yue waiter is even more troubled." The housekeeper shook his head, recalling the scene he had just seen.

Zhao Ling could imagine what kind of bloody and painful dressing change scene it was, so she lowered her eyes and said nothing.

After a while, the housekeeper heard the master's voice from the dormitory again: "You stayed in Bedi for the past two days to take care of Yueqian's daily life and give him treatment. Without my order, he is not allowed to step out of the room. "

The housekeeper was puzzled and didn't dare to ask, but replied: "Yes, this old servant will take good care of me!"

Early in the morning, the attendant who went to summon the housekeeper had already told what happened last night, and the housekeeper was shocked and dumbfounded.

How could the servant Yue be so confused that he insulted the crown prince's Meiji while drunk.

Now, he stayed in Biedi for two days to recuperate, what about two days later?

Shouldn't Yue Shi be sent to the team of exile, together with his unfortunate clansmen, to be shipped to Mengyang City!

Regarding Yueqian, I have given all the orders that should be ordered, Zhao Ling said: "Go and call Wei Huai to prepare the car, I want to go back to the city."

Coming out of the living room, Zhao Ling walked across the courtyard, walked towards the courtyard door, passed by the side room, and passed by the door of Yueqian's bedroom, he didn't stop.

There is no need to meet again.

Sit in the carriage, open the window, and look at the attendants outside the car. There is one person missing by the window, and it will always be missing in the future.

Zhao Ling's heart was as calm as water, and she clapped her palms twice in the carriage, and the carriage immediately set off, heading towards the gate of the capital.

Zhao Ling passed by the side room, and Yue Qian heard his footsteps, which kept moving towards the courtyard gate without stopping for a moment.

At that time, the pharmacist was tearing off a piece of cloth sticking to the wound, Yue Qian felt a sharp pain, he gritted his teeth, his face turned pale.

"Who bandaged the wound before, what a fool." The pharmacist threw the torn bloody cloth on the ground, and hurriedly sprinkled hemostatic powder on the wound.

Imperial husband Wei Huai and Prince Biedi's housekeepers were not pharmacists, and their bandaging techniques were rather clumsy in the eyes of pharmacists.

The medicine was applied again, and the bandages were re-bandaged. The blood-stained cloth strips wrapped around his body before were replaced with clean white cloth strips, which made Yue's injury look less terrifying.

After the pharmacist's treatment, the pain in Yue Qian's body was relieved a lot, and he lay back on the wooden bed, closing his eyes to recuperate.

It is necessary to seize the time to recuperate from the wound, so that in a few days later, I will have the strength to embark on the journey of exile.

At this time, he didn't feel sleepy, because it was daylight, and because he closed his eyes, he could hear Zhao Ling's footsteps when he left.

Yue Qian realized that he would never see Gong Ziling again.

Their relationship, whether master-servant or nighttime special, was over.

That proud phoenix bird was heartbroken and flew away.

The carriage entered the city and stopped in front of Zhao Ling's mansion in the south of the city. Zhao Ling got off the car and went to the main courtyard.

Zhaoling walked alone on the veranda, her pace became slower and slower, and finally stopped under the tall plane tree outside the study.

The pair of birds living in the tree did not know where they went, and they didn't hear the birdsong when they passed by.

Zhaoling sat down with his back against the sycamore tree. He felt very tired. It seemed that he had never been so tired physically and mentally in his short life. So he closed his eyes and fell asleep on his side.

"Son."

Hearing the maid's call, Zhao Ling opened his eyes, which were bloodshot.

Zhao Ling slowly stood up from the ground, feeling drowsy and unsteady when walking, the maid helped him back to the dormitory.

He didn't take off his shoes, didn't take off his high hat, and fell asleep.

This sleep was very dark, and I didn't wake up until dusk, and I was already hungry and unbearable.Zhao Ling was sleepy and dazed, got up, sat on the bed, and called out to the outside of the bed curtain: "Yue Qian."

There was no response, but there was a clear sound outside the door. Normally, when Zhaoling was in the living room, there would always be people standing under the doorstep, waiting for the master's orders.

Zhao Ling stepped on the ground with both feet on the ground, and the figure seemed to wake up suddenly from the state of sleep, and he sat blankly.

"Yue Shi went out with the young master last night, and he hasn't returned today. If you have any orders, the young master can do it for you." A follower asked through the door.

Zhaoling said, "Ask Pufu to prepare dinner."

The follower took the order and left immediately.

In the living room, two maids were busy beside Zhao Ling, putting on shoes and hats for him. Outside the living room, several cooks were holding food boxes and filed into the courtyard.

The mansion is brightly lit, with shadows of people and servants like clouds.

Gong Ziling always has a group of people who serve him, he never lacks servants.

Calling Yueqian's name is just difficult to change for a while, but you will get used to it later.

At dusk, Biedi on the outskirts of the city was extremely quiet, and there was no one in the huge courtyard for a long time.

The door of the side room where Yueqian lived was closed, without any sound, and he fell into a deep sleep in the room.Yue Qian had very little time to be awake, and the cruel whips on his body destroyed his healthy body.

The night wind was whimpering in the field, it was already dark, a light was lit in Bedi's courtyard, and the housekeeper led a cook into the submerged room with food.

Eating and sleeping are the only things that Yuedi needs to do, and the only thing that can be done.

In the dead of night, the whole Biedi was like a dead house. Lying on the bed, looking at the dark room, he seemed to see the wharf on the outskirts of the city, in a dark locked warehouse. There was the weeping Viet boy who was taken away from the market by soldiers.

They squeezed into the small space and snuggled up to each other.

Yue Qian closed his eyes, the wharf warehouse in his mind had turned into a low and stuffy ship cabin, and the detainees were huddled in the corner, restless and anxious, listening to the rude curses of the drunken soldiers outside the cabin door The sound, and the sound of the waves churning.

No matter how dangerous and dangerous the road he embarks on in the future, Yue Qian doesn't care.

When he was in a trance, Yue Qian seemed to smell a light fragrance, as well as the warm breath from a familiar person. He knew it was false, but he stretched out his hand to hug him.

Nothing in my arms.

Yue Qian felt bursts of pain from the whip wound on his chest. This pain has always been there, but he ignored it. At this moment, his senses seemed to be awakened.

Whether it is physical or mental pain, he will have to bear it silently for many nights to come.

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One rainy morning, the pharmacist drove to the outskirts of the city, and came to the Bedi of Gongziling. He found several soldiers guarding the courtyard gate. These soldiers were wearing armor and holding halberds, with fierce faces.

Putting on the last medicine for Yueqian, the pharmacist showed worry: "If the wound on the road opens, you have to apply the medicine yourself. Take this box of medicine powder with you."

A wooden box the size of a palm contains the benevolence of a doctor.

Yue Qian didn't pick it up, just said: "It's not necessary."

"Take it with you. If the soldier searches the body, the waiter will find a place to hide it." The pharmacist still left the box of medicine powder, he was very worried, how a person who was seriously injured could endure the long and painful exile journey.

The pharmacist carried the medical kit and walked out of the room, looked at the pattering rain in the courtyard, and left with a sigh.

"The hot water is ready, the old slaves are ready, let the servants wash in the house, the old slaves told them to bring the wooden basin in."

The housekeeper's voice sounded at the door, he treated Yueqian as attentively as his master, not because Yueqian was favored by Gong Ziling, but because he didn't have much time.

From the housekeeper's point of view, Yueqian's life was at stake. Even if he arrived in Mengyang City, as a slave, he would not be able to survive for a few years under heavy labor and harsh environment.

Yue Qian slowly bent down and put on the shoes, but he disagreed: "Don't bother, I'll go to the bathroom to wash."

I was bedridden for three days, my face was unkempt, and my body smelled of blood mixed with medicine. Although the wound on my body should not be wet, it is better to wash it roughly.

During the exile, it would be a luxury to take a bath.

The housekeeper immediately came over and wanted to help Yue Qian, but was pushed away by the other party, and he heard him say: "I can walk."

He also said: "Please trouble the housekeeper to bring a set of coarse cloth clothes, so that I can change them."

Very calm, as if chatting.

"This old slave brought a set of coarse cloth clothes and a pair of cloth shoes from the mansion this morning, all newly made." The housekeeper followed Yue Qian and sent him to the bathroom, he said as he walked.

This is a bit strange, there are also servants who sweep and carry water in Bedir, and they can just use their clothes, why they have to be brought from the mansion in the city.

With the help of the maidservant, Yue Qian washed his hair. As for the bathing, he did it all by himself and didn't ask anyone to help.

It is said to be taking a bath, but in fact it is just to wipe the body. The wet towel avoids the wound and scrubs the place where there is no wound.

After tidying up a bit, Yue Qian picked up the clothes handed over by the housekeeper. It was an autumn coat made of coarse cloth, not a summer coat.

Obviously considering that when he arrived at Yunyue's hometown, it was already autumn and he needed long-sleeved trousers to keep warm. Could it be that Gong Ziling asked the housekeeper to prepare for such carefulness?

Putting on his underwear, he took a cloth belt to tie around his waist. At this moment, Yue Qian felt a small object in the middle of the belt, one finger long, one wide and one pointed, and it felt smooth.

Yue Qian tore open a small hole in the interlayer of the belt, and found an exquisite jade article inside, which was a jade shell.

When Zhaoling wears a formal dress, he will wear a group of jade, and Yue Qian is very familiar with every piece of jade on the group, and the jade in his hand at the moment is the jade that was taken from the group.

觽, before it became a ritual vessel, it was a practical tool for untying ropes.

In fact, even the jade shell that has become a ritual vessel still has the function of untying the rope.

The slave's feet are wearing metal shackles, and the jade shackles are useless, but they should be able to untie the ropes that bind his hands.

Holding the jade scorpion, Yue submerged himself with mixed feelings. Seeing such a small thing, he instantly understood what Gong Ziling wanted to convey.

Gong Ziling refused to see him, but he still took off the jade ring of his own jade, hid it in his belt, and handed it to him.

There is no words to tell, only such a small item full of meaning.

Putting the jade back into the interlayer of the belt, Yue Qian tied the belt firmly around his body, walked out of the bathroom, and told the housekeeper: "Let the soldiers come in."

Early in the morning, the soldiers were already waiting outside the gate of the courtyard. They were sent by the prince to escort Yueqian to the outskirts of the city.

The last slave ship carrying Yue people is about to leave Yindu, and Yue Qian will also board this ship.

The author has something to say: Director: The prince will probably send someone to kill Yue Qian on the way, so Yue Qian cannot be tied.

Prince (smoke): The director knows too much, let's kill it together.

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感谢在2021-07-26?17:21:11~2021-07-28?14:55:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast the landmines: 1 of Ying Ni, Guan Qi and Qing Shu;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：爱f?25瓶；陈富足?20瓶；流尽最后一滴泪、安?10瓶；白玉苦瓜?8瓶；小红薯、冠琪清姝?5瓶；xixi0604、夢中鸟?2瓶；林孝珉、呦鸣?1瓶；

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