The monk who is going to cross me is bent

In front of me is a deep mansion with carved beams and painted buildings. The walls of the courtyard are three meters high, and the continuous walls occupy most of the entire street. If you look at it like this, you can hardly see the side at a glance.

The gate of the house is also quite lavish. Whether it is day or night, there is a row of guards wearing weapons to guard the gate tightly, making people fearful at a glance.

The ordinary people passing by here are more cautious than before, and they dare not even speak too loudly, for fear of disturbing the nobles in the courtyard and causing further trouble.

The heavy carved door is closed tightly, because there are no guests coming, it is worth opening the door to welcome.So in front of the corner gate next to the main gate, there was a lot of traffic, many people handed over their name cards and waited in line here, only hoping that the owner of the mansion would be willing to meet him.

Until the sound of horseshoes came from far and near, it was a group of armored cavalry, and at this time they all stopped in front of this rich family compound.

Those guards with frightening serious expressions quickly called their companions when they saw the person coming, and pushed open the closed door.The door was thick and heavy, and it took four or five men to push it at the same time to open it.

The other cavalrymen stopped their horses in front of the gate and reined in one after another. Only the leader rode his horse and walked in through the gate.

The guards at the gate saluted together: "Welcome the young master back home."

He had been looking down at his feet, and now he heard the excitement at the main entrance, and finally couldn't help but raise his head and take a look from a distance.

It was a heroic young general in fine armor, riding a snow-white horse straight into the Zhuang Mansion.

It was already too late when he raised his head, and he only saw half of the young general's profile. He didn't see the young master's face clearly, but he knew that he was tall.

However, before he could look any longer, a whip hit his back fiercely, and the young man's slender body trembled violently in pain.

The people around him spoke viciously in Luo E's words: "What are you looking at? That's your future master, remember the rules for me!"

The boy lowered his head, his messy hair concealed his true expression at this time.

He looked at the thick hemp rope tied around his wrist, and a girl about his age tied to the other end of the rope was already trembling with fear.

The man with the whip drove them into the Hou's mansion like a herd of cattle.

With one hundred thousand soldiers and horses, Marquis Zhuang is the number one vassal in the north of the Yangtze River. His power and status, which attracts the world's attention, can be glimpsed as soon as he enters the Marquis' mansion.

The Hou Mansion is so big, with countless courtyards and countless buildings.I met so many servants on the road, they all lowered their heads hastily while walking, strictly abiding by the rules of the Marquis Mansion, not daring to make any more noise.

The boy wanted to look back, but he couldn't.The corner door was closed tightly behind him, and he and his companions of the same race around him were driven into this deep house like a group of beasts without dignity.

Those who walk slowly will be severely whipped with a whip as punishment.

Every step you take is a step closer to freedom.

Yet they have no other choice.

They didn't know how far they walked, and they couldn't remember how many turns they turned in this deep courtyard before they came to a courtyard.

The person who could speak Luo'e dialect and brought them in like cattle changed his face at this time, approached a middle-aged man very carefully, and said in Chinese: "Boss, the person that Lord Hou wants has already arrived." brought it here for you."

The young boys and girls around the boy finally couldn't help crying.

They have left their hometowns, and their former noble status is no longer there. Now they are like chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep sold in the meat market, but a commodity without dignity.

However, in this place, even crying is involuntary.

The steward said slowly: "Since you have entered the Zhuang mansion, there must be some rules. The first one is to remember that no matter when you are beaten, you have to smile at your master. This picture Who should I show the mourning expression? Put it away for me."

The whip-wielding man translated it viciously in Luo E dialect, and now everyone understood it.

The chief manager smiled and said: "Secondly, Zhuang Hou is your greatest master. If he wants you to live, you must live! If he wants you to die, you have to die laughingly! Seeing Lord Hou , no matter how far away you are, you have to kneel down and bow to me!"

He looked around at the young men and women who were kneeling humblely in front of him, and his smile was a bit weird: "As for the other rules... I will find someone to teach you slowly and slowly."

There was a boy next to the young man, who actually stood up when he heard this, and said indignantly: "That beast killed my people and destroyed my country, and now he has captured us, and wants us to kneel him? I am also a descendant of Luo'e noble , born noble, why should you kneel down to him?"

The man with the whip glared at the boy, and then translated it to the manager respectfully.

The manager came over.

The young man looked down at the ground and saw that the shoes worn by the manager were all sewn with gold thread. Such shoes were more luxurious than the richest Han businessman he had ever seen when he was in Luo'e.

And he is just the manager of the house, just a servant of Zhuanghou.

The steward pinched the boy's chin, looked at it, and said slowly: "This group of Luo'e barbarians are really good-looking, but their brains are not good. Forget it, someone must teach them the rules and help this group of barbarians. The savages civilized."

The manager threw the boy back to the ground, and ordered lightly, "Whip him to death."

The boy was dragged out, and he frantically called for help in Luo'e language, but the only bilingual man in the field had already raised his whip.

That was the first Luo'e man who died in the Hou's mansion. His screams rang out for half an hour, and blood flowed all over the floor tiles in the courtyard, until he finally couldn't utter a cry.

No one dared to cry anymore, the death-like silence finally satisfied the steward.He ordered: "Clean up quickly."

In a moment, the young man who was dying was dragged down, and then another servant came in with a basin and a broom, and quickly washed away the blood all over the ground.

There was still a faint smell of blood in the air, and the manager of the Zhuang Mansion finally spoke again: "This is the rule, among you, is there any problem?"

The man translated it loudly in Luo E's language, and the group of boys and girls kneeling on the ground trembled, and no one dared to speak out against it.

The manager nodded, "There are still 25 left."

"It is exactly 25 Luo'e people, and one of them was personally confessed by Zhuang Hou..."

Before he finished speaking, a handsome young man walked in outside the door. He was surrounded by many servants, and the ostentation he walked in was unusual.

This young man was wearing pink clothes, he walked like a weak willow supporting the wind, and his face was as coquettish and beautiful as a girl.

He opened his mouth, and his voice was as sweet as singing: "My lord, I heard someone howling inside when I was outside. It's boring anyway, so I came over to have a look."

He went straight to the manager, first handed the manager a bag of silver, and the manager skillfully put the silver into his sleeve, and within a short moment, he weighed it.

A smile appeared on the manager's face: "My lord, is there anything missing? You are now the most favored beauty in front of Lord Hou. The servants must take good care of you."

Prince Wang also made a smirk: "It's just that I heard that Lord Hou took down Luo'e country, and I'm happy for Lord Hou. I heard that the barbarians on Luo'e Island look very different from the people on our shore. I heard that today's Luo'e I was really curious about the captives entering the mansion, so I came over to have a look."

The steward understood immediately, and said, "This group of Luo'e barbarians can't even speak Chinese, and they are gurgling, who knows what kind of nonsense they are talking about. Naturally, they can't compare with you, young master."

Prince Wang pinched their chins one by one among the 25 people kneeling on the ground, starting from the leftmost one, forcing them to show their faces.

Prince Wang looked over one by one, with a bit of disgust on his face, "The nose is so high, the eye sockets are so deep, why do they all have such wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes?"

The steward just watched in silence and didn't speak.

This effeminate and handsome Prince looked at each other, his complexion getting worse and worse.

It used to be said that there are many beauties in Luo'e island country. This kind of saying is widely spread in Jiangnan and Jiangbei.But today, this beauty surnamed Wang finally understood what these words meant.

And everyone in the world knows that Marquis Zhuang likes beauties the most.

The reason why Prince Wang was able to be favored for several months is because he is very good-looking, he has always been quite confident in his appearance, but at this time he pinched the new Luo'er who entered the mansion, feeling jealous and restless in his heart, It almost distorted his face.

These boys and girls are younger than him, and they look more distinctive than him. If these people are allowed to enter the mansion, with Zhuang Hou's temperament of liking the new and loathing the old, I am afraid that he will not be remembered for a while.

And this anxiety rose to the extreme when he saw the next person, and even turned into fear.

It was a very young boy, dressed in sackcloth, with hair disheveled over his face.But even in such a state of embarrassment, he could still see his appearance, which was almost so dazzling that he was rarely seen in his life.

His high nose and deep eyes made him more exotic, and his downcast eyes were soft and humble, which made him look very cute.But the first time you look at him, you will know that he has a pair of very affectionate and beautiful eyes, even the prince can hardly move his eyes away.

At that moment, Prince Wang trembled with fear.

His current fame and wealth are all because he is the Marquis of Zhuang's favor, and the rewards are endless, and his food and clothing are all fine and good. People outside want to blow a pillow on Zhuanghou's bed. , It is not hesitating to spend a lot of money on bribery.

... But if this person in front of him falls into the eyes of Marquis Zhuang, how can he survive in the future?

Prince Wang reluctantly showed a smile, he took off the strings of expensive bracelets he was wearing, and handed them to the manager: "Mr. Boy, I think this kid is very smart, you see I asked you to go for him, okay?"

While the manager was still hesitating, the person who could talk to Luo E had come to the manager's side, and added in a low voice the half-sentence that was interrupted by the prince just now: "My lord, this Luo'er man is Lord Hou. Specially told to take care of it."

The manager immediately changed his countenance and said, "These 25 Luo'e people were all selected by Lord Hou himself. Prince, just take a look, and don't make things difficult for everyone."

The jealousy in the prince's heart overwhelmed the fear, and he instantly turned evil to both sides. With the hand pinching the young man's chin, he directly used his long nails to draw a bloodstain on the young man's face.

The manager's eyelids twitched, and he didn't expect the prince to do this: "What are you doing? You dare to make Lord Hou angry, do you want to die?!"

Wang Gongzi Madness also came up, he called the strong man in his yard, and directly dragged the boy out of the queue.

The boy could not resist, and he could not resist. His hands were still tied with a thick rope, and a rope was tied to his feet. This was tied during the escort process to prevent the captives from escaping. He was running, but when he stumbled on his feet, he fell down.

Wang Gongzi didn't do it, he kept on talking, and said to the manager: "Now his face is also injured, if he really stabbed the Marquis, you will be regarded as improper protection, and you will be guilty of dereliction of duty more or less! But don't worry... …Now Lord Hou dotes on me the most, and will continue to dote on me in the future. No matter what I want, he will not do what I want, and I will naturally not treat you badly. Someone—drag this goblin out for me, and put His face is stained!"

The steward looked greedily at the heavy silver bag in his hand, just as the prince said, although he hated the prince for making mistakes, but now that the young man hurt his face, he would be scolded to some extent, and now he can only be forced to go to bed. Get on the thief boat and hide this matter together.

It was useless for the boy to struggle, the tall and strong man dragged the chain on his feet and dragged him out of the yard.

The manager didn't say a word, and acquiesced to Prince Wang's attack.

The boy was dragged to a rockery with jagged rocks, and the strong man behind him grabbed his hair and tried to hit his head upwards.

His face was terrified, and he was struggling hard. He who had never said a word, now shouted loudly: "Master——Master Zhuang!"

The manager was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, this Luo E person can speak Chinese?

Wang Gongzi felt guilty and hurriedly urged: "What are you talking about? Hurry up!"

"Wait a minute." The voice came from the partition wall, with an irresistible majesty, "What are you doing?"

The manager's eyelids twitched, why is it so unlucky that Young Master Zhuang is really nearby at this moment?

He hurriedly replied: "It's just that Wang Meiren is teaching a disobedient boy and disturbing the young master. It's really a crime...Come on, this kid has a wicked mind, shut up and drag it on!"

Hearing that the beauties in his father's backyard were causing trouble, Zhuang Yan who was passing by suddenly lost his mind. He never got involved in such things in the backyard, and even wanted to get away.

Seeing that the young man's mouth was about to be gagged, he found an opportunity, bit the strong man's hand hard, rushed to kneel down on the ground, kneeled down to Zhuang Yan through the wall, and said loudly: "I want to kowtow to the young master! More than 20 years ago, my grandmother was saved by Mrs. Zhuanghou, the good lady. Now Mrs. Zhuanghou has passed away. Since I can’t kowtow to her, I can only kowtow to her son! Before I die, I will pay back this kindness for my grandmother!"

"I wish the young master peace and joy, and a long life!"

He kowtowed heavily, but Zhuang Yan on the other side of the wall fell silent for a moment.

The manager quickly winked, and the strong man whose hand was bitten by the boy kicked over, and was about to kick the boy hard in the stomach, telling him to shut up.

I saw Zhuang Yan turning around from the other side of the wall without a sound, and with a light move, he stopped the strong man's movement: "Stop."

The butler's heart skipped a beat on the spot, and he smirked, trying to confuse the matter: "Master, don't listen to this kid's nonsense. This kid is from Luo'e, how could he have met his wife?"

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Yan opened his mouth and said: "My mother did go to Luo'e more than 20 years ago. He is not talking nonsense."

Zhuang Yan looked at the young man in distress, and said to the strong man, "Let go."

The strong man stepped aside on the spot.

When Wang Gongzi saw this trend, he was immediately very unhappy: "Did none of you hear me? Drag this bitch down."

Zhuang Yan gave Wang Gongzi a cold look, his expression didn't change, but Wang Gongzi didn't dare to open his mouth for a moment.

The young man quickly raised his head and glanced at Zhuang Yan, and quickly said: "Grandmother is grateful for the kindness of Mrs. Shan. After learning that Madam died of illness, she specially painted a portrait of Madam and worshiped it from a distance. When I saw the young master today, it was as if I saw you again. Grandma's treasured portrait... the young master's eyebrows and eyes are exactly like Madam's."

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, and the doubts in his heart disappeared. He sighed and looked a little disappointed: "In these days... there are not many people who still remember my mother."

He helped the Luo E boy up with his own hands, "Do you speak Chinese?"

The young man answered "Yes" gently.

The rhyme at the end of that sentence rose slightly, and the Chinese accent with a little accent seemed particularly pleasant to me for some reason.

"Have you ever read a book?"

"I have studied Hanshu in the Central Plains, and I can also write."

Zhuang Yan nodded, "It just so happened that my book boy broke his leg the day before yesterday, and there is a shortage of people in the courtyard these days, so come with me."

The young man who had escaped from the dead was covered in cold sweat, and it was Zhuang Yan who gave him a hand so that he barely stood up.

Zhuang Yan saw that there was blood on his face, flowing down his hair, so he pulled his hair aside.

At this moment, when he saw the young man's face, he was almost a little shocked. In an instant, he wanted to understand the identity of the young man entering the mansion.

Thinking of the relationship between the young man and his mother, he pondered for a while, and then said to the manager, "Go back to my father, I will take this one away."

Zhuang Yan drew out his sword and cut off the hemp rope on the boy's hands and feet. His skin was very fair, and the rope left a few deep red marks on his wrist.

During the struggle just now, the young man lost his shoes. Now that he was barefoot, he didn't even dare to go back to pick up his shoes, so he followed closely beside Zhuang Yan.

Seeing his pitiful appearance with disheveled hair, Zhuang Yan couldn't bear it, and sighed: "Put on your shoes and follow me."

The young man picked up the shoes tremblingly, and after putting them on, he followed Zhuang Yan step by step, not daring to take a step away.

Zhuang Yan was tall and took big steps. After walking for a while, he realized that the youngsters behind him couldn't keep up with him.

His shoes did not follow his feet, fell off twice, and nearly fell over.

This place is very close to Zhuang Yan's courtyard, and there are no servants walking back and forth.Zhuang Yan sighed, and said: "I have something to wait for, so I can't delay it for too long... That's all, it's the only way."

He walked up to the boy and picked him up.

The boy let out an "ah" in fright, and didn't dare to say a word.

Zhuang Yan hugged him and flew over the wall, explaining: "This is the fastest way, but I didn't dare to do it in front of everyone just now... If this news gets out, maybe what will happen, but I guess now, It’s not going to sound too good either.”

Zhuang Yan skipped a few yards and then jumped into his own yard. As soon as he arrived in his own yard, he put the boy in his arms down.

This courtyard is very large, and the scenery in the courtyard is very elegant and clean. The water flows through the pool, and the plum blossoms and green bamboos form an interesting contrast.

Zhuang Yan asked him, "Do you have a name?"

"Back to the young master, I don't have a Chinese name."

Zhuang Yan nodded, "Since you are my book boy, you will have my surname Zhuang, and my name..."

Zhuang Yan looked at the pond water beside the falling plums and green bamboos in the courtyard, pondered for a while and said, "Take the word 'chi', and I'll call you 'Xiaochi'."

Barefoot, Xiaochi knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zhuang Yan: "Thank you, Young Master, for saving your life."

The head of Zhuang Yan's courtyard came over and whispered to Zhuang Yan: "Master, it's time."

He nodded, pointed to Xiaochi on the ground and said, "He will be my bookboy from now on, take him to clean up."

The principal of Zhuang Yanyuan is an old man, with a benevolent look, which is very different from the general manager of Zhuang's mansion.

Zhuang Yan thought for a while, and added: "Use white honey and sheep tube bone marrow to boil to make an ointment, and mix it with my mother's 'Hundred Flower Ointment'. He has a wound on his face. Applying this will not leave a scar and he will recover quickly."

"...and his back." Zhuang Yan paused, and added, "Just now at the door, he was also whipped on his back. Old Liang, help me take good care of him."

After Zhuang Yan left, Xiao Chi still knelt on the ground, facing the direction where Zhuang Yan left, and didn't get up for a long time.

It was a very docile gesture, Director Liang saw it in his eyes and was satisfied in his heart.

He helped the young man up, and asked in a warm voice: "This is the first time our young master has brought someone into the courtyard, child, do you have a name?"

The messy hair covered the young man's face. He wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand, and replied softly, "The young master named... Zhuang Chi."

Zhuangchi.

... Koike.

Monk Zi'an suddenly opened his eyes.

The meteor shower on the Tianshan Mountains appeared at the time predicted by the leader of the Tianshan Sect, and passed across the night, which was very spectacular.

Zi'an didn't care to watch it, the feeling of this dream was too real, he seemed to become another person in the dream, even after waking up from the dream, his mood could not be calm for a long time.

He sat up, and a string of grotesque symbols flashed in front of his eyes, before he could see them clearly, they disappeared again.

And the people around him were also disturbed by his actions.

Chi Wang was sleeping soundly on the snow. It seemed that because of the cold in the snow, his curled up body had unconsciously leaned against the monk.

Zian's stiff hand dropped, touched Chi Wang's hair in a strange way, and smiled wryly: "I can really fall asleep on the snow... It's a big taboo for wind evil to enter the body, and it's hard to deal with it if you really catch a cold."

Chi Wang didn't feel anything, and slept soundly.

Zizi looked at him quietly for a moment, and really didn't want to wake him up, so she reached out from his back and hugged him up from the snow.

The people at the bonfire at the foot of the mountain were cheering in unison. The star shower across the sky was spectacular and magnificent, and everyone was celebrating this spectacular celestial phenomenon.

Monk Zi'an didn't look back, he just hugged the person in his arms tightly, put on the stars on his back, and walked down the mountain.

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