Si Tian Guan Chapter 15

    Having lived for two lifetimes, Qu Chenzhou has never been like this, and sincerely thinks that God is just making fun of him.

    His life is really hard, every time he encounters a situation that is a hundred times worse than he imagined, if he knew this, how could he still sleep?

    Liu Chongming today has nothing to do with him, and he is an extremely thoughtful person.

    What's more, he can see clearly.

    I originally wanted to die, and planned to go out and smash the teapot of King Qi, but because of a moment of haste, I veered in the direction, and because Du Quan knocked him down, the pot of tea was smashed on the spot. On Liu Chongming.

    This person Chongming... Although he is not as violent as Pan Hyuk, he is not a good stubborn, and he is more difficult to deal with than Pan Hyuk. Could it be that he will do the same for Chongming again, Thoroughly irritate people and make people feel good about them?

    Qu Chenzhou buried half of his face in the quilt, with his back to the door, motionless, trying to adjust his breathing and pretending to be asleep.

      , before leaving the bed.

    Qu Chenzhou didn't dare to relax, he just hoped that the person could leave quickly, after a while, the man sat down peacefully at the table, and even heard the sound of turning over a book, like It's about being patient with him.

      Devouring every inch of skin.

    It's like torture in a dark prison.

    He held his breath, not daring to let the groan escape from his mouth, and he was so suffocated that a thin layer of sweat broke out from his forehead when he heard someone casually ask: "Alright? When are you going to lie down?"

    Qu Chenzhou could only give up resistance, turned over resignedly, and finally freed himself from the shackles and numbness all over his body.

    No luck.

    Chongming practiced martial arts with the Bai brothers since he was a child.

    "I have seen... the prince." He slowly propped himself up from the bed, saying these words in a difficult manner, as if a rag was blocking his chest, and he retched several times but failed. Spit out something.

    The candlelight in front of him was blocked by an approaching figure. He couldn't care about the tightness in his chest, so he was about to get out of bed and salute, but someone grabbed a hand.

    The temperature between the touches made him shudder, and before he could react and pull out his hand, a burst of infuriating swept in, as if someone slapped him behind him, He couldn't help but threw himself on the edge of the bed and vomited out a mouthful of black blood.

    When a cup of tea was handed in front of him, he was a little dizzy, and he didn't have time to think about anything, so he habitually stretched out his hands to pick it up, but when he touched the edge of the teacup, he suddenly woke up and retracted his hands .

    The teacup that was not caught shattered on the ground.

    Qu Chenzhou gritted his teeth and slid off the bed, kneeling on the ground: "Sir, forgive me..."

    No matter how calm Liu Chongming was in the past, he was shocked and didn't speak for a long time. Could it be that he had misunderstood the gesture of receiving tea just now?

    If he saw it wrong, why did the other party suddenly shrink his hand?

    The room returned to silence, and Qu Shenzhou's fingers curled up slightly on the ground.

    That was his greatest fear.

    Although he was reborn and returned to his youth, he is no longer the timid and ignorant slave he once was under this skin. The ten years of living in the palace are like an indelible mark on him. There are traces of the past in every bit of walking, sitting, and lying.

    Even though he has tried his best to change his habits in the past few months, many things are engraved in his bones, and sometimes he doesn't even know where he is different from ordinary people.

    In the eyes of scrutiny in front of him, he gradually recovered the feeling of walking on thin ice in the palace, and gradually became quiet.

    Interesting.

    Under such panic, how could she calm down so quickly.

    "Is there any burn?"

    “…no.”

    He leaned down, took a hand, and looked at the slave ring on his wrist.

      As a fugitive slave, he was sent to the yamen.

    "Qu Shenzhou..." He turned the slave ring, the red copper lustrous wrist ring was thick and rough, and the buckled wrist was so thin that it could be broken: "This is Nice name, who named it for you?"

    Qu Chenzhou didn't expect that he didn't hold the teapot smashed, nor the teacup broken, but asked such a common question, leaned over and replied softly: "Hui Shizi , When I was born, there happened to be a wandering monk in my family who lived temporarily, and it was he who gave me the name."

    "You Fang monk," Liu Chongming slowly recited these words and asked, "Have you read books?"

    "Hui Shizi, the master once taught me."

    What he said was the truth of course, but Du Quan was just afraid that he would lose face because of his ignorance, and he couldn't convince the people who came to divination to believe that he hastily taught him a few words.

      And every word he can read and write now is taught by the person in front of him.

    Liu Chongming didn't ask any more questions, he pulled him up with force in his hand: "Sit and talk."

    Qu Chenzhou smiled bitterly in his heart, he would rather kneel.

    The palace staff assigned to teach him etiquette, but he was too timid and afraid of life at that time, and he could not learn it all the time. It was Zhongming who used a small bamboo stick to help him correct it in private of.

    These habits have been infused into his bones, but now he has to try to hide them.

    When he sat down on the chair, he sat on the backrest all the way, curled his legs, stepped on the beam below, and then tucked his hands into his legs.

    Because of this habit of curling up in Qisheng Building, Chongming was so angry that his palms turned red. Rub the ointment.

    It was during such stumbling and stumbling that he gradually straightened his back in front of others, and little by little he turned into the indifferent and taciturn Qu Sitian.

    Thinking of the past events from a long time ago, Qu Chenzhou couldn't help but pursed his lips.

    Liu Chongming just watched calmly, seeing Qu Chenzhou couldn't help sighing in his heart - he knew the other side better than anyone, Chongming was suspicious of him, but these habits It cannot be changed overnight.

    "Is Du Quan good to you?"

    "Not great."

    "What kind of person do you think he is?"

    He shook his head, but the other party obviously did not let him be so vague: "What do you mean by shaking your head, I want to hear your answer?"

    Qu Chenzhou did not speak.

    Of course he knew what kind of person Du Quan was, but he didn't know how to describe him, or in other words, he didn't know how he would describe Du Quan, who was once full of fear of Du Quan.

    The more he opened his mouth, the more Zhongming would realize that his words could never have been taught to him by Du Quan.

    Liu Chongming seemed to be very patient, he didn't want to answer, and he didn't force him, so he changed the question: "Why beat Pan He?"

    Qu Chenzhou thought about it and replied softly, "I thought I was dreaming."

    Liu Chongming was stunned for a moment, then sneered. He had imagined many possible answers, but he never expected to hear such a childish answer.

    "You mean it?"

    Qu Chenzhou nodded, remembering that the other party was dissatisfied with the vague nod and shook his head, and added: "I never lie."

    This matter has been heard several times, but Liu Chongming has always believed in his own judgment: "What about the second time? Why beat him? Have a grudge?"

    Silence answered him.

    "You know me?" Liu Chongming continued to ask another topic.

    If you don't answer this question, it's like a default. Qu Chenzhou thinks about it: "The prince came to the firewood to see me."

    "And before that?"

    "On the street...meet the prince once."

    "And before that?"

    Qu Shenzhou shook his head.

    "Speak!" Liu Chongming's tone turned cold: "Do you still want me to hang you outside to show the public?"

    Although Qu Chenzhou knew that he was talking about something outside Pan He's house, he couldn't stop the pain in his heart, something was blocking his breath, and in the end he didn't say a word .

    Liu Chongming saw that the fingers on his lap were motionless, got up and left, leaving him sitting alone under the dim candlelight.

    It wasn't until the footsteps outside the door were gone that Qu Chenzhou relaxed his hands and feet, let out a long sigh, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was difficult for him to live again. Maybe God wanted him to die here. it is good?

    Qu Chenzhou looked at the broken pieces of porcelain, and slowly buried his head in his arms - he lived in the palace for more than ten years, and the person who gave him the most tea was the emperor, He is also most used to picking up tea with that gesture.

    It was an indelible mark on his body.

    Although the other party didn't say anything and didn't embarrass him, he knew very well that Zhongming was suspicious of him.

    How could such a flawed person escape the eyes of Chongming?

    What is the end of the exploration?

    Do you want him to admit that he killed all of Zhongming's close relatives and friends?

    He lived again, just to be tortured again, to atone for his **** hands?

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