Yu Jun

Chapter 293 Cruel
The crane cloak was made of indigo blue satin with white fox lining. It was light and soft. It was scented with an elegant fragrance and carried the body temperature of the King of Wei. It was draped on Qi Chang, but it made him breathless.

He smelled the cold and bloody smell on the crane's cloak. He didn't know whether it was coming from the white fox fur or the intoxicating fragrance.

After a while, he discovered that the smell of blood was actually coming from his throat, bit by bit, pressing into the bottom of his tongue, biting between his teeth, and rising to his seven orifices.

King Wei stood aside and smiled coldly: "Shu Jing, let's go."

The chamberlain Shujing stepped forward, grabbed Qi Chang by the collar around his neck, and lifted him up. The crane cloak slipped off, Shujing caught it in his hand, and put it on him again: "Shit Qi said, give him a gift. "

Qi Changren stood, his body still curled up into a ball, his hands and feet stiff. When he took steps, he even felt that his body was frozen hard by the cold air on the ground, and it broke into pieces when he moved. It was not until he reached the door of the courtyard that he pieced together a complete body.

Shujing stepped forward and opened the courtyard door. King Wei turned around, put his hand on Qi Chang's shoulder, squeezed it, and whispered: "I will have people guard here. You should know what can and cannot be done."

He sighed: "Poor thing, no one knows your integrity."

After that, he patted Qi Chang on the shoulder hard and walked out of the small house. Shujing followed closely and walked out of the alley.

The door closed with a creak, which was particularly harsh in the silence. Shujing looked back and whispered: "I didn't expect him to be a gentleman."

"A gentleman?" King Wei smiled contemptuously, "He is a hypocrite and a real villain."

Shujing also smiled: "It is indeed a villain's behavior for him to accept bribes, but he still has some character."

King Wei shook his head: "I didn't conclude that he was a villain just because he accepted bribes, but what he said about Mr. Cheng during the conversation just now——"

He kicked away the small stones under his feet: "He knew clearly that speaking out about Master Cheng at this time would put the third master in danger, but he still wanted to drag a person far away from Kuanzhou into this muddy water. Between the villains, The insidiousness is here."

Shujing suddenly realized: "Nothing can escape your eyes. It seems that Mr. Cheng has a grudge against him."

"Not necessarily," King Wei shook his head, "If you look at a narrow-minded person, he will still hold grudges. It's just that he can't retaliate due to his status."

The two of them walked to the entrance of the alley, where the carriage stopped. The driver put down the horse stool. King Wei lifted up the hem of his clothes and held on to the carriage wall with one hand. He turned back to Shu Jing and said, "Arrange some scenes from the old days for him. Let's see what he can do." How long will it last?"

"Yes."

The white frost slowly spread on the ground, and the night became colder, invading the sleeves of his clothes. King Wei in the carriage sneezed, and Qi Chang also felt cold after closing the door.

He was confused and lay down on the bed, only to feel a cold air rising under the bed, soaking the quilt.

He was so distraught that he couldn't sleep, wondering if he could go to Lingnan alive?
It wasn't until the voice of the watcher sounded that he fell asleep tiredly. In his sleep, he also felt like he was in hell.

Drowsily, he felt a light in front of his eyes, as if someone had cleared away the fog and came to rescue him from the sea of ​​suffering.

This person must be Wu Jin.

Wu Jin is the Buddha of all the ten directions and three generations. He has all kinds of virtues and solemn virtues. He knows all the Dharma, understands all the principles, and has all the wisdom. He can save him from all sufferings through dreams of birth and death.

He prayed devoutly, but when he opened his eyes, he found that it was just a dream.

It turns out that the light is just an oil lamp lit by servants outside.

It was already halfway through the Yin hour. Usually at this time, he would get up and rush to go to the public house for duty at the Mao hour.

The servants can boil hot water, make tea, and prepare breakfast. He only needs to walk out of this door to walk into a warm world.He sat on the edge of the bed with his shoulders hunched and his legs hanging down, watching the sky outside the window change little by little. The darkness receded and turned into blue-grey.

The sky took care of itself, not caring about this poor man. Everything was as usual, except that his world was about to collapse and turn into rubble.

He used all his strength to insert his feet into the shoes. He stood up with the shoes, and immediately felt light-headed - the cold had returned.

King Wei's crane cloak was still hanging on the screen, like a beast, glaring at him, ready to tear him to pieces at any time.

He shook his head vigorously to get rid of the unpleasant illusions in front of him, put on his official robe, and went out to wash up. The servants put hot tea and meat cakes on the table. His worries had reached his throat, so he barely took two bites and walked out.

There was heavy fog outside, and he couldn't even see clearly the foot shops on both sides. He took a few steps, and then he realized that someone was following him.

Turning his head, he saw a middle-aged man in short-sleeved brown clothes with an ordinary face. He was holding a grass carp in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other.

When the man saw him turning back, he quickened his pace and was walking side by side with him in an instant: "Qi Shisheng, please remember to resign."

Qi Chang thought he was a fishmonger. He was shocked when he heard what he said. Then when he saw the sharp knife, he almost lost his mind.

The blade reflected a pale, panicked, and twisted face. It was him, but not like him.

In shock, he quickened his pace and ran forward. Suddenly, he kicked something hard and heavy under his feet. He immediately fell to the ground and fell heavily.

Before he could even cry out in pain, a purple face appeared in front of him.

"Ah!!" He stood up like a carp and got up from the ground, "Dead man!!"

There were only a few people walking on the street. When they heard the shouting, some people walked over to take a look and were disappointed: "I am a beggar who is starving to death."

Another person came over to take a look and said, "He must have frozen to death."

The pedestrians left in a hurry. Qi Chang looked down at the dead body on the ground and discovered that it was a beggar. He was in ragged clothes, with a dove-shaped face and a skinny body. He didn't know whether he died of freezing or starvation.

Qi Chang's heart seemed to be clenched by a big hand, and he wanted to step over the corpse, but he couldn't move.

After standing there for a quarter of an hour, a patrolman came over, wrapped the body in a roll of straw mat, put it on a cart, and dragged it away.

Maybe it’s to Yizhuang, maybe it’s to the mass graves.

Qi Chang looked at the empty road and finally took steps. The morning fog gradually dissipated and the streets were clearly visible. He looked into the deep alleys and never realized that there were so many beggars in Kyoto. They were all disheveled and half-clothed. Body, expression numb, competing with dogs for food.

This is the past that he fears most, and it is also the future that he fears.

It was clearly the rising sun, the bright Zhulou, and the warm wind that stirred the dust, but he began to shiver, trembling from head to toe, and his face turned paler with every step he took toward the Hanlin Academy.

The duty hour had passed and he didn't realize anything until he saw Wu Jin, his eyes got a little brighter. He wanted to step forward, but found that the man carrying the fish was still following him.

He stopped and looked up, and saw Wu Jin wearing a scarlet robe, walking calmly, and she must have come out facing up. Two young women with jacquard baskets looked at him, you push me, I poke you, and then one of them came out of the flower basket. He took out a bowl-sized yellow chrysanthemum and threw it into Wu Jin's arms.

The two ran away laughing. Wu Jin caught the flower, shook his head and laughed.

(End of this chapter)