Si Tian Guan Chapter 8

    The noon sun was very bright, and it shone softly through the window paper, making people lazy.

    Lunch has been eaten, many people take a nap at this time, and it is quiet everywhere. Liu Chongming likes to slowly turn over the accounts and documents in such silence.

    He has been interested in the account of silver since he was a child, at least far more interesting than being mixed in filthy water. It is said that he also caught abacus and silver ingots at the birthday banquet.

    In the past, my brother used this as a trick to laugh at him.

    Since that year, this reunion festival has become the most reluctant day for the family to mention.

    On this day, his brother was sent home, but he was dead.

    The Dingling Hills were rampant with bandits, and no one thought that they would hijack the head of the Prince of Anding Hou Shizi, his brother and dozens of guards, no one survived.

    He never had the chance to be irritated by his brother again.

    Baishiyan's words seemed to be roaring in his ears again: "What about your brother? Just let it go?"

    Of course he didn't believe that any robber would be so bold as to kill the Prince of Anding, but he didn't dare to think that anyone would dare to kill his brother.

    The emperor also sent people to search for them. He and his father even went to the prison to pick up people and tortured those wicked people, but they found nothing.

    For four years, he spread the dark halls in all directions, especially paying attention to the surroundings of Dingling Hill, but he still didn't get the slightest clue, he didn't even know which direction to go. Find.

    Does he really have to admit that his brother was just out of luck and was killed by robbers who wanted to make money?

    But even if you are not reconciled, what can you do? Four years later, how many valuable leads are left?

    Liu Chongming clenched the pen in his hand, and after a long period of ecstasy, he patiently turned the pages, it was all information collected from various shops - even if the hope was small, He's going to catch it too.

    After reading a few copies, he took out a piece of paper to take a closer look, somewhat surprised.

    Liu's family not only has a lot of business on the ground, but also often travels by water. This season, the sea is stormy, and he has not received any news in time for more than half a month, and he is considering whether to send someone to respond.

    The letter was indeed to report safety. Although the Liu family fleet encountered heavy rain, luckily the boatmen were experienced and the boat was big enough to arrive at the ferry safely.

    Not only that, they also picked up another ship at sea, and the people and cargo on board were half safe.

    An account book is attached to the back of the letter, which not only records the in and out of the money, but also the number of people rescued, their identities, the catalogue of the cargo and the owner behind them.

    Panhe…

    Liu Chongming paused when he saw the name.

    As the prince of stability, not being an official does not mean that he can break away from these people.

    This Pan He is one of several godsons that Yu Gonggong received. He recognized a godfather at a young age. It is really shameless, but Yu Gonggong is the closest to the emperor. Eunuch.

    Some relationships should still be sold.

    Liu Chongming smiled and circled Pan He's name.

    This father-in-law Pan has recently become famous in Beijing. Even when they were drinking together, they would say that Pan He was not only smashed in the face by the little monster with a fortune-telling bone, but also as a The chest stepped on.

    Pan Hyuk's expression at that time must be very wonderful.

    He couldn't help but think of the little boy curled up lying on the ground, thinking of those bright and calm eyes.

    Shi Yan said before that the child was very timid, how could he suddenly become so daring.

    Is it really crazy?

    When he threw out the fortune-telling bone in his hand, Qu Chenzhou knew that he would not survive.

    His hands were tied behind his back, and the rope around his neck was hanging from his neck, so he could only stand on tiptoe desperately.

      He straightened up, stealing a hard breath from the rope around his neck.

    In a trance, it seems that he is still stuck in a dark prison day and night, being stuffed in a shackle, and being tortured endlessly.

    Liu Chongming wanted him to live, and Pan Hyuk wanted him to die.

    Injured Pan He's face again, and didn't intend to live again. The life of a humble person is just a little face for someone else.

    I hated and resented before. I hated why my parents gave birth to him since they didn't want me. I hated all the injustices, but in the end, he had no strength at all.

    I once thought that as long as I could live, it was fine.

      But after the man disappeared, he really became a man made of stone.

    Like outsiders say he is cold-blooded and cold-hearted.

    Experience a lifetime of ups and downs, life or death, it doesn't matter to him.

    Qu Chenzhou felt as if the surroundings were vast, and for some reason, he only remembered four words: forgetting the river is hard to cross.

    Are you someone who can't even get through Wangchuan?

    I remember a long time ago, the man who named him once said that he did not belong here, just like the stars in the sky fall on the mortal world.

    If this is the case, what is he coming to the world for?

    Vaguely, it seemed that there were layers of onlookers who were booing and wanting him to die quickly.

    It seemed that he flew away from the body when he was about to die. The whole person was floating in the ice water, shivering with cold, suddenly east and west, not knowing which direction to go.

    During this ups and downs, his body moved upwards, as if someone had picked him up, the elegant warmth enveloped him, and there was a nostalgic atmosphere surrounding him.

    "Who are you?" He struggled to wake up from the nightmare, but he couldn't open his eyes, he could only hear his low-pitched question: "Is it you...is it you..."

    "Reinstatement... Reinstatement..."

    No one answered him, and he fell asleep in the good smell.

    When I woke up again, it was time to go to bed at night, and I could hear the familiar sound of walking outside.

    He saw the beams above his head that had been gnawed in half by rats, the tattered window paper was rustled by the wind on the narrow transom, and the one next to the bed had not been cleaned for a long time The curtain, covered with his own quilt, was as thin as a sheet of paper.

    When she turned over gently, the old wooden board creaked.

    Everything that happened before seemed like a dream of yesterday.

    This is his residence in Qisheng Building. It is only the size of a bed. The wooden box under the bed is for daily change of clothes and utensils. Other than that, there is nothing else.

    They were crowded like this, living in this filthy big room in the west courtyard.

    He lay on his back, listening to the voice of a woman whimpering and cursing a few compartments away, and finally remembered.

    When I think of it, I shy away from divination, but why did I make that terrible divination for Pan Hebu.

    In order to leave the child to be sold for the woman, he went to beg the master, in exchange for earning two thousand taels within a month, begging the master not to let the mother and son separate.

    Qu Chenzhou covered his eyes with the back of his hands, and felt that the skin quickly became wet, and something cold slipped from the corner of his eyes to the pillow.

    He couldn't save anyone, including himself.

    No one bothered to come to see what was happening on his side. People like them don't know when there will be a spare bed left, or they will be sold, or they will die.

    Anyway, it won't be long before new people move in.

    I can't take care of myself, how can I have the energy to take care of others.

    Although Qu Chenzhou has lived for a long time, he has always been taciturn and rarely speaks to people. He curled up in this corner as if he did not exist.

      .

    This time, he didn't expect to be alive, not even himself.

    He stretched out his hand and looked at the bruises on his arms that were strangled by the hemp ropes through the weak light through the curtains, and a ring on his neck was also frayed, which was in severe pain.

    What happened at Pan He was not a dream either.

    Who saved him?

    Why save him?

    Qu Chenzhou put his hand on the tip of his nose - the good smell, like the sun-baked sycamore flower, was so familiar that he wanted to cry.

    Is it clear?

    But how?

Chapter end