But the bright moon shines on the ditch

The so-called army comes like a mountain falling, this is what Liang Peiqiu is like. First, I spent a night in the ice cellar. The cold and heat were combined, and my body was weak and internal fire was strong. Then I walked all the way in a skirt. The cold air invaded, and the heat and poison were difficult to deal with. Water and fire were incompatible. At this time, I was beaten dozens of times, which undoubtedly made the situation worse. The vitality is severely damaged.

Except for the emptiness on the inside, no part of the skin on his body was intact. He developed a high fever that day and did not wake up for three consecutive days.

The doctor couldn't help but sigh while taking her pulse.

There has been a commotion outside, and people all over the city are looking for the little god, shouting and killing to demand an explanation from her, but who would have thought that the person involved is in prison, suffering a terrible crime, and it is not known whether he can survive. , let alone violating the prohibition or not.

The doctor did everything he could and told Zhou Qiguang that she had to look at her own destiny.

Want to live, or want to die.

Of course Liang Peiqiu wants to live. She has too many long-cherished wishes. She has not yet brought Xu Zhiliu to light, has not yet realized her ambition to revitalize Chinese ceramics, has not yet carried forward the spirit of firework passed down from generation to generation by Jingdezhen folk kiln people, and has not yet settled down. Good Anqing Kiln, Wang Yunxian, Ah Yao, Shi Nian and so on.

But Xu Zhiliu didn't know all this.

He only knew that amidst the crackling sounds of the whip falling on her body, she remained silent, did not ask for help, did not look at him, and was left alone to swallow the bitter pill that had been destined for a long time.

She looked up at the beam. Why was she desperate and could only look at the sky? But he was right in front of her, unable to open a crack for her. He could only watch her voice flow away bit by bit, like quicksand flowing out from the palm of his hand. He couldn't hold it no matter how hard he tried, and he tried his best to make her lose her faster.

When An Jiu left, her blood was all over her clothes. The blood fell to the ground one by one and spread to the feet, making the black-soled boots with dark patterns stand out.

When she was at Honglu Temple, she had knelt on the footrest and wiped the blood on the soap boots. At that time, had she ever thought about the consequences of seeking skin from a tiger? She deserves it. Should she deserve to be scolded? Or do you hold your hands, laugh, and call her a bitch?

But when all the sounds stopped, when he couldn't even hear his own heartbeat, and everything in the world rushed towards her, the only thing that echoed in his mind was Wu Yin's question: Are you really not afraid of her death? Do you really want Wenshi's death to happen again? If it were her this time, if it were her, could you afford it?

The doctor said she had insufficient energy and blood, and her body was severely deficient. A little girl under twenty is comparable to an old woman in her fifties or sixties. Her hands are covered with calluses, her body is covered with scars, she is cold and damp to the bones, and she even has a limp leg. She will suffer when it is cloudy and rainy, and I think she will suffer a lot in winter. Frozen, I suffered a lot when I was a child.

The most important thing is that the leg, which could have been reattached, has been injured for some reason and has passed the best period of healing. Not only that, but he was also poisoned. If the skin and flesh were peeled off and looked at, the bones would be black.

He couldn't believe it, who could use poison on her? Who dares? !

Why didn't she take good care of her injuries? The scene of breaking her leg to save her porcelain is enough to make the world see her true love, so why bother with unnecessary disability?

He asked Wu Yin to go to Qimen to ask for Dr. Wang, the miracle doctor. Wu Yin refused, saying that An Jiu was watching every move of him and Mr. Yang. If he was discovered, his identity would be in danger of being exposed, but she didn't He is about to die, what does it matter whether he is a human or a ghost? He begged Wu Yin, risking all his wealth to beg Wu Yin, but Wu Yin in turn called him cheap.

He cried and laughed again.

As long as Liang Peiqiu slept, he was boiling, confused, and afraid.

Until she opened her eyes, he was finally exhausted and could no longer hold on. He just swallowed a mouthful and breathed out the unwilling turbid air. He managed to move to her side, squatted down, and looked down at the pale and emaciated figure in the straw pile. The woman with a thin piece of paper, her dry and peeling lips moved hard, and uttered two words: "Begging me."

Liang Peiqiu looked at him.

There is no light in the dungeon all year round, except for a ray of light leaking from the skylight above. After he came over, the only light was gone, and it was all absorbed into his back and face.

Because of the backlight, only the bones are visible.

"Ask me," he repeated, his voice trembling, "Just ask me and I will save you."

She remained silent.

Xu Zhiliu suppressed the nausea that surged into his throat and punched him. The strong wind made the hay rustle, and she subconsciously closed her eyes, only to hear a puffing sound and something hitting her ear.

This punch must have used great force, so that he moved his whole body forward, from squatting to kneeling on one knee, with his other hand firmly supporting his knee to stabilize his center of gravity. Even so, everything from his neck to his jaw was tense, and his blue blood vessels were beating, making him look a bit ferocious.

"Why don't you beg me? Why don't you beg me! Is it so difficult to make you surrender?"

Liang Peiqiu had never seen him like this before.

The light peeked out from the narrow side of his head, making his eyes scarlet, and his face was paler and haggard than that of a seriously ill person. He had a stubble on his chin, a loose bun, and a sloppy appearance. This dignity was hard to reconcile. The head of a county has nothing to do with it. If you smell it carefully, you can see that there is still a vague smell of uncleanness on him.

She tilted her head slightly.

The corners of Xu Zhiliu's mouth moved slightly, and he smiled, then stood up and raised his fists. His knuckles were covered with blood, and he ignored them all. He swallowed the breath that was stuck in his throat, kept his posture as steady as possible, and stepped back step by step from this cell that he should not have entered.

He walked out step by step.

Use reason to tell yourself that she is not dead, everything can be returned to the original point, and everything can still be controlled. According to the plan, after being abandoned by An Jiu, she will end up like him.

She would taste all the pain he had tasted.

He should be happy, relieved, and celebrating.

Yes, if things are messed up, just tidy them up, why bother messing up? There is no need, there is no need to panic, there is no need to lose control, there is no need to make excuses for being restless day and night, and there is no need to crush your dignity and seek humiliation again and again.

No need, no need.

He told himself this, retracting his trembling hand that was subconsciously holding on to the railing, clenching his fists, tightening his arms, and landing his feeble feet firmly on the ground. Then he gathered energy in his Dantian, held his breath, and moved out of the cage inch by inch. .

Fortunately, everything around him was dark, so he didn't have to worry about being spied on or exposed in whatever he did or thought. Even when he was nearly 20 years old, he still had to be ashamed of his poor love.

until--

A very low, more like a murmur, call came from behind: "Brother Liu."

Xu Zhiliu suddenly froze as if he had been disrupted, then quickened his pace, rushed out of the long and deep corridor like a gust of wind, threw himself against the wall, and spit out a piece of blood from his throat.

His lower abdomen was twitching, constantly driving him down, down, opening his mouth, leaning forward, spreading his fingers and embedding them hard into the mud wall, and following the internal organs, everything in his body was emptied out like dumping garbage. , until not a drop is left.

The accumulated ailments of old age, coupled with the lack of rest for several days, easily drained a young body.

Just before he fell, he suddenly remembered that Abbot Guangpu asked him when he was coming down from Puji Temple: "Will you regret it?"

He said no, and Abbot Guangpu laughed at him for being frivolous.

At this time, the crow feathers were lightly fanned, and they were moist for some reason.

Now I suddenly realize the secret.

It fully corresponds to the saying: Desperate situations are just the state of mind. The answer lies in your heart, but seek it from yourself.

Instead, seek others from yourself.

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Although the prison conditions are difficult, judging from the situation outside at this time, it is better to hide in the prison and enjoy peace and quiet, instead of going out and being criticized by thousands of people and cast aside by thousands of people. This way, while recuperating, the body can get better quickly.

I don’t know if she had expected this day in advance, so she openly dressed as a woman and walked through the most prosperous Jingde Street, borrowed his hands to hold up a roof tile to protect herself from the wind and rain, and used his power to write a small god The myth of King Kong’s immortality. When An Jiu thought that he might be used by her again, his heart felt like a flat lake, without any ripples or ups and downs.

The matter has been brewing for more than half a month, and it seems to be getting more and more intense. There are talks everywhere on the streets about her daughter's body and her intention to steal winter porcelain. Some people say that she found out that her identity was exposed and wanted to do something big before leaving. Yes, some people say that her love is not extinguished, she set fire to the imperial kiln factory, and stole winter porcelain, all of which were framed by the big dragon vat to frame the eunuch, but her methods were not clever and could not compare with the talented scholar Xu.

But at the end of the day, her daughter's body is set in stone. Women with the same fate tried to plead her injustice and vindicate her, but were gagged and locked up in the firewood shed or sent far away from the city by their family members. One woman broke into the earthen kiln where the fire was burning in violation of family rules and clan rules, and was kidnapped and sent to the hospital on the spot. Dip pig cages by the river.

Even a woman as independent and unique as Liang Yu is only one or two among thousands of insects and ants in the overwhelming public opinion, and cannot escape the forest.

Nowadays, dozens of people gather in front of the government office every day, holding high sticks to intimidate, demanding that Mr. Qingtian try the case impartially and punish Liang Peiqiu severely.

They insulted her for deceiving the world and stealing her reputation, called her the reincarnation of a fox demon, and directly concluded that she was a complete liar.

Among them, Zhang Wu, his son and others jumped the highest and made the most noise. They ran around to take care of themselves in order to replace them.

Zhou Yuan had to change several routes to avoid Zhang Wu's entanglement. He returned from the imperial kiln factory and reported the firing situation of winter porcelain to An Jiu. The result was of course not ideal.

Without funds, who would be willing to cooperate naked? Just relying on the people in the imperial kiln factory, even if they work day and night, they can only survive.

Zhangwu was willing to give it away for free, but he was a man who could use dry ashes to make weapons, so how could he know the ins and outs of ancient utensils? If anyone could step into the threshold of ancient porcelain, Hutian Kiln and Anqing Kiln would not be the only two that have been famous for many years.

Sun Min, on the other hand, was quite trustworthy and sent over part of the imperial silver originally promised to An Jiu. The remaining three kilns and nine societies did not buy it. An Jiu had no choice but to spend all he could in these days, and again. I sent dozens of letters to the state capital asking for help, but so far there has been no reply.

Seeing that the Fox King was getting increasingly irritable, Zhou Yuan really didn't want to get into trouble with him, but he had no choice but to go, so he knocked on the door and entered. When he walked to the case, he saw a letter with the seal of the state government on it, and his eyes suddenly flashed. Liang, said happily: "Sir, is there a letter from Master Sun?"

An Jiu leaned back on the table and leaned back in the Grand Master's chair. He heard the sound and laughed: "That's right."

What does it mean? Zhou Yuan's heart skipped a beat, half confused and half disappointed: "Master Sun still refuses to allocate funds?"

"The imperial silver will be delivered in the near future. Please ask the chief manager to contact various private kilns to set up the firing."

"This is good news!"

Zhou Yuan rubbed his hands, sweating happily in the cold weather. Before he could spread the good news to everyone, An Jiu said again, "However, Sun Min asked Liang Peiqiu to bake the winter porcelain."

"Why?"

"During Wanshou Christmas, a piece of imperial porcelain came out, which attracted generous gifts from the Persian envoy. Do you think this is the end? The emperor ordered people to move the imperial porcelain to the Taiji Hall, and wiped it himself every day. No one was allowed to come near it. If something happened When I have nothing to do, I invite ministers to enjoy it together, compose poems and paintings, and I can't put it down."

Half a year has passed, and the imperial porcelain remains in favor. Sun Min has always been praised as being in the emperor's heart and touching the emperor's heart. How could he not behave well?

Zhou Yuan was dumbfounded, not knowing for a moment whether to say that His Majesty the Emperor is in love or not.

Mr. Sun will be promoted soon, and winter porcelain is likely to be the last major event during his tenure, and he is bound to achieve his mission.

Just like this, An Jiu's plan was disrupted.

"Sir, after so many days, that person..."

An Jiu raised his hand to interrupt.

There is no need to say this explicitly. If you hurt the enemy by one thousand, you will hurt yourself by eight hundred.

He was beaten and beaten, and he was half-dead in prison. It had been half a month since the other party had made a move, so it was obvious that he would not make any more moves.

Perhaps, the other party was also convinced that he did not dare to kill Liang Peiqiu, so he acted unscrupulously?

But this winter's decree is imminent. Not only the emperor, but also the nobles and nobles, who are going to use it during the Spring Festival. Who dares to neglect it? Which one can be offended? In addition, Sun Min pressed the letter to release him and held the money to choke him, what else could he do?

With no way forward or retreat, we can only stop.

Are you willing?

Asked An Jiu to say, how can one be willing to do so? In the past, Xu Dacai was so aloof and arrogant, but Liang Peiqiu did not climb over him.

A woman, a weak little woman, actually bullied An Jiu into such an end?

The ups and downs of the world are really ridiculous.

Zhou Yuan stood beside him with his head hanging down, but when he heard a laugh, he saw from the corner of his eye that Orchid raised his finger slightly, drawing a circle in the air, and a verse of lyrics flowed out.

The lyrics are sonorous, but the melody is sad. Ups and downs, fascinating.

It turned out to be the long-dormant "Fishing and Killing".

After a long time, there was a sigh.

"If I had known she had such a courageous nature, Xu Zhiliu should not have been allowed to die in the first place."

Zhou Yuan was horrified and wished he could pretend to be dead.

Just now, just now, he inadvertently eavesdropped on a shocking secret? An Jiu seemed to say it casually and stood up without paying much attention. He turned around and saw that he was still there, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Didn't I ask you to find the chief manager?"

"Subordinate, go here."

The snow stopped, the ground was clean and dust-free, and Zhou Yuan walked very fast as if the soles of his feet were on fire. An Jiu stared at his back for a long time, a smile appeared on his fair face.

In fact, he has always had a question. When Xu Zhong was aggrieved by Xu Zhiliu's death and wanted to gather all the major towns to attack him, why would the Chief Envoy receive the news earlier than him and send someone to remind him?

Now it seems that Sun Min must have set up his eyes and ears in the town.

Even though he was hundreds of miles away, Jingdezhen was still under his control. Otherwise, how could he have planned to embezzle hundreds of thousands of money from Wending Kiln and embezzle the government's appropriation, and have been able to take advantage of it for more than ten years without being reported?

I don’t know where these eyes and ears are hidden and how many there are.

After many years, after leaving the inner court, An Jiu once again truly experienced what it meant to walk on thin ice with trepidation.

He looked around and saw that Jingdezhen, an inconspicuous small town on the right side of the Yangtze River, always surprised him time and again.

Fortunately, with the survival instinct and intuition trained by An Gan, he once again passed the test of those eyes in the darkness.

Half a month, a full half month, was enough for Sun Min to believe that he had indeed been betrayed, that he was at the end of his rope, and that he did indeed know how to obey and obey orders.

In this case, it's time to meet her.