Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Chu Ziling was woken up by splashing cold water.

The cold water was rancid and greasy, probably the water used to wash the pot, because the putty smell from the pot almost made Chu Ziling vomit.

After the visitor woke him up, he turned and left, and Ding Ling locked the door with a big lock.

Chu Ziling choked and coughed twice, sewage mixed with acid reflux flowed out from the corner of his mouth, contracted into a ball from stomach to throat, burning and astringent.

He vaguely recalled that he seemed to be trying to escape from the inn where he was staying, but was captured by the people from the Southern Xinjiang Mission, beat him severely, and knocked him out.

This was obviously done by a skilled hand. All the wounds on his body would not hurt the muscles and bones, but they were enough for him to roll his eyes in pain when he moved.

Kang Yang looks like a dignified Confucian scholar in front of others, but in fact he is very ruthless.

After Chu Ziling was captured by his men, he tapped the temple of his glasses lightly with the small fan he carried with him, and said gently: "I was entrusted by my friend to bring you back alive, but I didn't say that I wouldn't cut you into a stick." Bring it back. If you escape next time, you'd better hope that you can escape, if not, I will bring you back in pieces. My friend hates you deeply, and I think I won't criticize me for not doing things well."

Chu Ziling raised his swollen and painful eyelids, stood up with difficulty, and wiped away the smudges that had flowed across his face.

He is now in an empty hut, with a chain around his neck like a dog, which is only enough for him to walk within a radius of five meters, and cannot even allow him to go to the window to check the situation outside.

Chu Ziling's face was livid.

His stomach was very urgent, but he waited for a long time and no one came, and no one answered his yells, and he didn't want to dirty the only pair of pants, so he gritted his teeth and settled in the corner.

After he suppressed his shame and solved the hygiene problem with a small stick in the corner, he began the long and terrible wait.

No one paid him any attention, no one spoke to him.

The only thing that could prove that he was not imprisoned here was the bad food delivered every day.

There are only two meals a day, and he is only given a moment to eat each time. When the time comes, a man with a southern face will come in with a blank expression and take away the dishes.

Chu Ziling was also aware of current affairs, and would gobble himself up every time he would gobble it up.

He can't die yet.

Kang Yang said that he knew Aisha.

He had to live to meet Aisha, even if it was the unknown lieutenant general.

There must be a misunderstanding in this, as long as he can explain it, he still has a chance to come back!

It's just that when he swallows food like a wild boar, he always thinks of the exquisite snacks in the general's mansion, and those delicious hot meals that are not luxurious but delicious enough when he eats at the same table with Shi Tingyun, and the food in his mouth will be more Added a bit of sour taste.

Realizing this, Chu Ziling would raise his hand covered with rotten rice residues, and slap himself hard on the face to wake himself up.

What's the use of thinking about it? !

He still has a future and a hope, as long as he can grasp it, he will have a chance to make a comeback, so why look back on the past glory like a poor and down-and-out family? !

On the sixth day of his imprisonment, he was in a trance.

When the door was pulled open, Chu Ziling, who was leaning against the wall, moved his eyelids, and instinctively used his hands and feet to crawl towards the door, wanting to pick up his meal.

The smell in the room caused the person who came to frown, and motioned for two people to come in and remove the thing from Chu Ziling's neck.

Chu Ziling was fed two bad meals a day, so weak and short of breath, unable to struggle, he could only be manipulated like a sick dog.

When he was stripped naked, pressed roughly in hot water, and roughly brushed from head to tail with a bristle brush, the hot bath, which is common in the Central Plains, opened his pores full of dirt, and gave him A feeling of exhilaration, wishing to drown in it.

Chu Ziling was like a dizzy chicken. When he was put on a rough linen shirt and pushed to the front hall, his sanity, which was exhausted by hunger and pain, recovered a little.

He looked at the person sitting upright in the hall.

It was a strange martial artist, one eye was covered with a white cloth, Chu Ziling had never seen it before.

He thought, must be an insignificant person.

Thinking of this, Chu Ziling barely straightened his waist and asked, "Are you Aisha?"

A kick came from behind and kicked him to the ground.

The boy cursed in Southern Xinjiang language, and then said: "What are you? How dare you call Lord Aisha by his name?"

The high-ranking person waved his hand and looked at the person whose face was so swollen that he couldn't see the handsome outline of the past: "You are Chu Ziling?"

Chu Ziling endured his anger and said, "Yes, my lord."

"I heard you were born as a slave?" The man took a sip of his wine, "It doesn't look like it."

Chu Ziling said: "I am not a slave, but I am a slave voluntarily."

"Oh?"

As he wished, the man really became interested.

Chu Ziling straightened his sore back, waiting for him to ask why he was willing to degenerate himself and sell himself as a slave.

Unexpectedly, the man took another sip of his wine, changed the subject, and let out a contemptuous haha: "...None of my business."

He leaned down and asked Chu Ziling, "Do you know who I am?"

Chu Ziling: "Aisha..."

"Seti Aisha." The man stared at Chu Ziling with one eye like an eagle, "My uncle is Ibu Aisha, my father died early, and my uncle brought me up with one hand. Do you recognize him? "

Hearing that familiar name, Chu Ziling relaxed completely.

He thought that the "Aisha" in Kang Yang's mouth happened to have the same surname as the Aisha he knew, and perhaps he had a grudge against him, so he planned to bring him here, so as to ruin his upward ladder.

Now knowing that this person is a close relative of that Aisha, and that he is indebted to him, Chu Ziling decided that it was just a misunderstanding, and even answered with a lighter tone: "I know. If you don't believe me, you can take me to see you." Uncle. He will give you an explanation."

Seti Aisha stared intently into his eyes, showing her white teeth: "Do you want to see him?"

Chu Ziling saw that there was a hint of ferocity in his expression, and felt that something was wrong: "I..."

Before he could finish speaking, a cup of hot wine and the wine glass exploded on Chu Ziling's face: "You killed my uncle, and now you still have the face to ask him to give you an explanation? What are you? A lowly slave, who has both sides, sees the Central Plains gain power, and wants to step on my uncle and General Pasha's order to climb up, how can there be such a good thing?!"

Chu Ziling's mind was shocked, and he felt a roar in his head, as if he had been trampled by a horse's hoof for several rounds.

Aisha is dead?Why did this person speak so conclusively that it was related to him?

Before he could think about it, Chu Ziling heard an angry order from his superior: "Drag this ignorant slave, brand his face with a slave mark, break his legs, throw him into the toilet, and hand him over to the old kiln. Know how to deal with it!"

Chu Ziling didn't dare to show off anymore, and struggled to get up: "Then do you know who I am?!"

Aisha: "I don't care who you are?"

If Chu Ziling had any more scruples, he would lose everything, so he hissed and revealed his identity: "I am the prince of Nanjiang! The illegitimate son of the king of Nanjiang, if you dare to touch me, the king of Nanjiang will not let you go lightly!" you go!"

Aisha was startled, looked him up and down, then laughed loudly, and bent over happily.

"What a lunatic! You say you are the prince of Southern Xinjiang, what evidence do you have?"

Chu Ziling: "I have a piece of jade belonging to the king of Southern Xinjiang, which can prove my identity!"

"Where's Jade?"

Chu Ziling froze, and his heart ached again: "I have one, but I was thrown into Cangjiang by that Kangyang..."

Aisha laughed again, laughing so that Chu Ziling's whole body turned cold: "I... really have jade! If you don't believe it, there should be a letter from your uncle, which describes the appearance of the jade!"

Aisha's one-eyed eyes were full of sarcasm: "Yes. There is a picture of jade in the letter. My uncle must have believed it, but who knows if you imitated it? You made it with red lips and white teeth. When a piece of jade comes out, you want me to believe you? You are cunning and cunning, you cheated your uncle, General Wu, and General Pasha, you pretend I don’t know?”

Chu Ziling's heart gradually froze into a solid piece of ice.

This matter is serious, Aisha and the three of them may not have told others about their true identities at all.

So who else can prove his identity?

He racked his brains, thought for a while, and found that the jade was gone, and all the people who could testify for him were dead.

...Why did it become like this? !Why?

Realizing that his hole cards were all ruined, Chu Ziling's voice was no longer as tough as before, but a little more trembling pleading.

Holding on to the last ray of hope, he said sadly: "Your uncle... and Pasha, and... and Wu Yichun, have never told you..."

"Bah!" A mouthful of phlegm spat straight onto Chu Ziling's face, "You still have the guts to mention the three of them? Who are you trying to insult by putting it on the table?"

He didn't want to waste any more time with this person, and amidst Chu Ziling's begging and crying, "Go check it out and ask me again", he signaled the two slaves to throw him out the door.

Aisha repeatedly warned: "Keep his life, don't let him seek death! I want him to know what it means to be a slave."

……

The river wind blows, yellow leaves enter the river, upstream and downstream, feeling the autumn scenery together.

Yan Yuanzhao found Shi Tingyun on the bank of the Cangjiang River.

He sat in a place where there was no sunlight, one foot landed on a dirt depression, and splashed water with gravel.

The gravel slanted and shot, spun slightly on the water surface and jumped out for a few steps, before disappearing into the gentle river water.

He sat down beside Shi Tingyun, took out a small piece of peanut candy from his arms, peeled off the outer candy wrapper, and fed it into his mouth without saying a word.

The sweet aroma of peanuts and caramel melted in his mouth, which made Shi Tingyun smile a little: "Thank you, Prince Six, for your appreciation."

"Thank you." Yan Yuanzhao threw the candy wrappers into the river, "It's the first time that Nanjiang has surrendered voluntarily. In order to cease the war, the king of Nanjiang also planned to marry the princess into the court, saying it was a sign of friendship. , To put it bluntly, it's a marriage."

When Yan Yuanzhao said this, the pleasure in his voice could not be concealed.

"To whom?"

"I don't know. But there are only a few princes of the right age. According to the meaning of the king of Nanjiang, he is interested in the thirteenth brother."

Yan Yuanzhao deliberately observed Shi Tingyun's expression, and said with a smile: "The thirteenth brother is at the right age. He has made great achievements this time, and he deserves to be rewarded. Besides, the only people around him are the enlightenment maids bestowed by his father. Due to her bloodline, Princess Jiang may not be able to be a regular wife, but she is more than enough to be a concubine. The king of Southern Xinjiang is also smart, one is to show his favor, and the other is to win over, so he can say that he wants to choose Yuan Heng as his son-in-law."

He watched Shi Tingyun's reaction, and sighed in a long voice: "—Poor princess, she needs a gourd."

The cloud stopped from time to time but smiled and said nothing.

Yan Yuanzhao was bored, but wanted to tease Shi Tingyun, and looked around, but he found something new: "...what is that?"

Shi Tingyun looked up.

It was a nearby resident who released geese by the river, and seven or eight white and fat geese gathered together to poach the water.

Shi Tingyun lowered his head: "Don't look, it's your brother goose."

Yan Yuanzhao: "...ah? What do you mean?"

Shi Tingyun said: "Compared to them, you are like a younger brother."

Yan Yuanzhao was aroused by his words: "Isn't it the meat duck raised by the villagers? I'll catch two and serve you wine at night."

Shi Tingyun raised his head and glanced at him: "For your own good, I advise you not to go."

Yan Yuanzhao had already changed back to the luxurious purple robe he was used to wearing. Hearing this, he neatly adjusted the hem of his clothes, and patted the money bag hanging on his belt: "You are worried that Liu Ye will be free."

Shi Tingyun said: "No. You'd better rest. According to my opinion, your fighting power is less than half a goose."

Yan Yuanzhao gave a "tsk", apparently unconvinced, jumped up, and walked towards the geese not far away.

Chi Xiaochi watched Yan Yuanzhao go to die, smiled lightly, and hit a series of water floats with a flat stone.

He said to Shi Tingyun in his body: "I plan to leave."

To be honest, because of the muddled agreement with Lou Ying, he didn't really want to leave.

But the problem is that in the past few days, Chu Ziling's regret value has completely blown out, and it is close to full value if he is not careful. In order to redeem the card, Chi Xiaochi can't even sleep well every day, thinking about how to redeem the card. Both quality of life and liver function decreased significantly.

"It's okay for me to hurt my nerves, anyway, there is money to be made. You don't have to punish yourself for his mistakes." Chi Xiaochi gossips with him, "A good dick has grown a man, can I blame you? "

Shi Tingyun smiled.

It was just laughter that Chi Xiaochi couldn't hear.

Chi Xiaochi continued his chat with no respondent: "That's right. Back in the General's Mansion, before I received the world line, I had a competition with Chu Ziling. At that time, why didn't you have any intention of killing him?"

Shi Tingyun: "..." Because you have a task that you have to complete, if you kill him suddenly, the task will not be completed.At that time, I thought I should cooperate with you, so...

Speaking of this, he was a little sorry.

When Chi Xiaochi competed with Chu Ziling at that time, he probably wanted to use his emotions to test whether the "task object" he wanted was really Chu Ziling.

But because of his excessive restraint, he almost misled Chi Xiaochi.

Shi Tingyun wanted to apologize to Chi Xiaochi, and then explain the whole story, but Chi Xiaochi seemed to know his heart, and said casually: "I don't want to know the answer. I asked you this question. The answer is entirely up to you."

Shi Tingyun: "..." Huh?

Chi Xiaochi: "When he was still around, you kept forcing yourself to restrain yourself; when he's gone, how would you treat yourself?"

There was a moment of silence.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of what Yan Yuanzhao had just mentioned.

...Yuan Heng, we are getting married.

Probably because people really can't bear to talk about it, when Shi Tingyun just thought of that person, a figure silently sat down beside him.

Yan Yuanheng had been watching from behind for a long time.

He had a very inexplicable urge to go up and hold his hand and wipe his dirty hands clean.

But Yan Yuanheng was still a rigorous and self-restraining Yan Yuanheng, and finally sat down in a well-behaved manner.

He asked Shi Tingyun: "Who are you talking to?"

In just a split second, Chi Xiaochi skillfully changed into Shi Tingyun's expression and Shi Tingyun's tone, raised his finger, and changed the subject: "Look, Yuan Zhao."

Yan Yuanheng took a look, only to recognize that the person who was surrounded by huge wings in the distance and who was screaming and screaming was Yan Yuanzhao.

He was a little surprised: "Brother Liuhuang..."

Shi Tingyun smiled: "Don't go there. He's catching geese."

Yan Yuanheng: "...um."

The two watched the scene of geese flying and dogs jumping side by side, and they were silent.

Shi Tingyun glanced at him and said with a smile, "Yuan Heng, congratulations on getting married."

Yan Yuanheng was surprised: "What?"

Shi Tingyun: "Princess of Southern Xinjiang."

Yan Yuanheng, who originally wanted to talk to Shi Tingyun, didn't really want to spend time with strangers, so he frowned slightly: "...What Southern Xinjiang princess?"

Shi Tingyun: "The king of Nanjiang wants to get married, and wants to make the princess of Nanjiang your side concubine, don't you know?"

Yan Yuanheng's face changed drastically in an instant: "...What did you say?"