Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Chu Ziling was awakened by cold water.

The cold water was smelly and greasy, it should be the water that was washed in the pot, because the smell of the putty that came next almost made Chu Ziling vomit.

When the comer woke him up, he turned and left, and Ding Ling locked the door with a big lock.

Chu Ziling coughed twice, the sewage mixed with acid acid flowing from the corner of the mouth, from the stomach to the throat and contracted into a ball, burning and astringent.

He vaguely recalled that he seemed to be escaping from the station where he had settled, was captured by the people of the Southern Xinjiang Mission, beaten a bit, and stunned by life.

This is obviously done by a skilled hand. All the wounds on his body will not hurt the muscles and bones, but it will be enough to roll his eyes with pain.

Kang Yang is a dignified Confucian in front of others, but in fact he is very vicious.

After Chu Ziling was caught back by his men, he gently tapped the temples of his glasses with a small fan, and said gently: "I am entrusted by my friends, and I must bring you back alive, but did not say that I will not cut you into a stick Bring it back. If you flee next time, it's best to hope that you can escape, if not, I will take you back by piece. My friends hate you deeply, and I won't blame me for doing things badly. "

Chu Ziling raised his swollen eyelids, got up hard, and wiped away the stains on his face.

He is now in an empty hut, with a dog-like chain around his neck, enough for him to walk within five meters of the circle, and he can't even let him go to the window to check the condition outside.

Chu Ziling's complexion was blue.

He was very urgent in the abdomen, but for a long time he couldn't see anyone, shouted that no one answered, and he didn't want to stain the only pair of pants, so he had to grit his teeth and fix it in the corner.

After forbearing shame and solving the health problem with a small tree stick in a corner, he began a long and horrible wait.

No one ignored him, no one spoke to him.

The only thing that could prove that he hadn't been confined here was the food delivered every day.

He had only two meals a day, and each time he was given only one minute to eat. At that point, a man with a South Xinjiang appearance came in facelessly and took away the dishes.

Chu Ziling also knows the current affairs, and often gorges himself, and also swallows himself half-full.

He can't die yet.

Kang Yang said that he knew Aisha.

He had to live to meet Aisha, even the unknown lieutenant general.

There must be a misunderstanding here, as long as he can explain it, he will still have a chance to come back!

However, when he swallowed food like a wild boar, he always thought about the delicate snacks in General's Mansion, and those hot dishes that were not luxurious but delicious when eating at the same table with Shi Yun, and there was more rice in his mouth. Add a touch of sour taste.

Realizing this, Chu Ziling will raise his hand full of glutinous rice residues, and slap him with a slap on his face, so as to wake himself up.

What do you think of these farts? !!

He still has a future and hope. As long as he can catch it, there is still a chance to come back to the world. Why should he look back at the past glory like a poor and ruined family? !!

On the sixth day of his imprisonment, the spirit had already been seen.

When the door was pulled from the outside, Chu Ziling, leaning against the wall, moved his eyelids, and instinctively used both hands and feet to climb to the door, trying to pick up his meal.

The smell in the room made people frown, motioned for two people to come in, and removed the things from Chu Ziling's neck.

Chu Ziling was debilitated by two meals a day of glutinous rice, and was unable to struggle, so he could only play tricks like a sick dog.

When he was stripped of his clothes, pressed in hot water, and brushed roughly from head to tail with a mane brush, the hot water bath that was common in Central Plains opened his dirt-filled pores and gave him A delightful feeling of fluttering and wanting to drown in it.

Like a dizzy chicken, Chu Ziling was quilted with a rough linen shirt, and when pushed to the front hall, the consciousness of drowsiness due to hunger and pain only slightly recovered.

He looked at the man sitting on the upper side of the hall.

It was an unfamiliar martial artist, with white cloth wrapped in his eyes, and Chu Ziling had never seen it before.

He thought that he must be a trivial figure.

Thinking of this, Chu Ziling barely straightened his waist and asked, "Are you Aisha?"

There was a kick in the back, and he slumped to the ground.

The little sister-in-law cursed in southern Xinjiang and then said, "What are you? Dare to call Master Aisha's name?"

The superior person waved his hand, and looked at the person whose face was so swollen that he could not see the outline of the former Qing Jun: "You are Chu Ziling?"

Chu Ziling endured the nest fire and said, "Yes. My lord."

"I heard you came from slavery?" The man took a sip of wine. "It doesn't look like it."

Chu Ziling said, "I am not a slave, but I am a slave voluntarily."

"Oh?"

As he wished, the man really had some interest.

Chu Ziling stood up with a sore back and wanted to wait for him to ask why he was willing to fall and sell himself as a slave.

Unexpectedly, the man took another sip of wine, the words turned sharply, and he gave a scornful sigh: "... off Lao Tzu."

He leaned down and asked Chu Ziling: "Do you know who I am?"

Chu Ziling: "Aisha ..."

"Setti Aisha." The man stared at Zhu Ziling with one eagle-like eye. "My uncle is Ibrahim Aisha. My father died early. It was my uncle who brought me up in one hand. Do you recognize him? "

Hearing that familiar name, Chu Ziling relaxed.

He thought that "Aisha" in Kang Yang's mouth happened to have the same surname as Aisha he knew, and Xu was hated, so he had to design to bring himself, which was a bad thing for him.

Now knowing that this person is the close relative of that Aisha, and he is kind to him, Chu Ziling believes that this is just a misunderstanding, and even the tone of the answer is a little lighter: "Recognize. If you don't believe it, take me to see you Uncle. He will give you an account. "

Seti Isa stared intently at his eyes, showing a white tooth: "You want to see him?"

Seeing that there was something in his expression, Chu Ziling felt something was wrong: "I ..."

Without waiting for him to finish, a glass of hot wine exploded on the face of Chu Ziling with the glass: "You killed my uncle, and now there is a face saying that he wants to give you an account? What are you? A small work, Humble slaves, wherever they go, seeing the Central Plains in power, they have to step on my uncle and climb on the path of General Pasa's life. Is there such a good thing? "

Chu Ziling was so shocked that he felt his brain roar, as if he had been trampled by horseshoes for several rounds.

Isa is dead? Why is this person's rhetoric related to himself?

Before he could think about it, Chu Ziling heard the angry command from the superior: "Drag the slave who didn't know it, put a slave mark on his face, break his legs, throw it to the toilet, and give it to the old kiln. Know what to do! "

Chu Ziling didn't dare to show off Guanzi anymore, and struggled to get up: "Then you know who I am ?!"

Aisha: "I care who you are?"

If Chu Ziling is even more cautious, he fears that he will lose everything, so he hissed and broke his identity: "I am the prince of the Southern Xinjiang! The illegitimate son of the Southern Xinjiang king, dare to touch me, the Southern Xinjiang king will not indulge It's your turn! "

Aisha froze, looked him up and down, and immediately laughed loudly, bending stiffly.

"I'm really a lunatic! You say that you are the Prince of Southern Xinjiang, what evidence?"

Chu Ziling: "I have a piece of jade from the Southern Xinjiang King, I can prove my identity!"

"What about jade?"

As soon as Chu Ziling stagnates, his heart twitches again: "I do, but I was thrown into Cangjiang by that Kangyang ..."

Aisha laughed again, and laughed so much that Chu Ziling was cold all over: "I ... really have jade! If you don't believe it, your uncle should have a letter with the jade look on it!"

Aisha's one-eyed eyes were full of ridiculous cold light: "Yes. There is a picture depicting jade in the letter. My uncle must have believed it, but who knows if you are imitation? You have red mouth and white teeth. A piece of jade came out and asked me to believe in you? You are deceitful, you have scammed your uncle, scammed General Wu, and scammed General Pasa, you do not know me? "

Chu Ziling's heart gradually frozen into a piece of ice.

The matter is great, Aisha and the three of them may not have told their true identity to the others.

So who else can prove his identity?

He racked his brains and thought about it, and found that the jade was gone, and everyone who could testify for him was dead.

... why did it happen? !! Why?

Realizing that his hole cards were destroyed, Chu Ziling's voice was no longer as strong as Fang Cai's, but a little more trembling and begging.

Holding the last glimmer of hope, he whispered, "Your uncle ... and Pasha, and ... and Wu Yichun, have never told you ..."

"Yeah!" A sputum snorted straight to Chu Ziling's face. "You still have to mention the three of them? There is no evidence of death. Who do you want to insult?"

He no longer wanted to spend more time talking with this person. In the begging and crying of Chu Ziling, "Please check again and ask", motioned to two slaves to throw him out of the door.

Aisha urged again and again: "Keep his life, do not let him die! I want him to know what is the way of slavery."

...

The wind blows across the river, the yellow leaves enter the river, and the upstream and downstream feel the autumn.

Yan Yuanzhao stopped when he found the bank of Cangjiang.

He sat in a place without sunlight, fell on a dimple with one foot, and floated with gravel.

The crushed stone slanted out his hand, hopped a few steps on the water surface, and then disappeared into the gentle river water.

He sat down beside Shi Zingyun, took out a small piece of peanut candy from his arms, peeled off the surface sugar paper, and fed it into his mouth without a word.

The sweet scent of peanuts and caramel melted in the mouth, making Shi Dingyun smile: "Thank the Prince Liu."

"Thank you fart." Yan Yuanzhao threw sugar paper into the river. "It is the first time that Nanjiang has taken the initiative to surrender. In order to cease the truce, the king of Nanjiang also intends to marry the princess into the DPRK. The name says that it is friendly To put it bluntly, it's closeness. "

When Yan Yuanzhao said this, he couldn't hide his pleasure in his voice.

"To whom?"

"I don't know. But there are only a few of the appropriate age princes. Listen to the king of the southern Xinjiang, it is the thirteenth brother."

Yan Yuanzhao deliberately observed Shi Yun's expression, and smiled Ying Yingying: "Thirteen brothers are just the right age. This time, they have built great feats and deserved the reward. Besides, the people around him were only the enlightened palace girl given by the father, Nanan. Because of her ancestry, Princess Jiang was afraid that she could not be a wife, but it was more than enough to be a side chamber. Then the king of Nanjiang was also smart.

He paused and responded as he stopped, sighing longly: "--the poor princess, he needs a gourd."

It stopped but laughed.

Yan Yuanzhao asked for something boring, but wanted to stop talking when he was teasing, and looked around, but he found a new thing: "... what is that?"

Shi Dianyun looked up.

It was a nearby resident who released geese on the river bank, and seven or eight fat geese gathered for water.

Shi Dianyun lowered her head: "Don't look, that's your goose."

Yan Yuanzhao: "... ah? What do you mean?"

Shizhang Yundao said, "Compared to them, you are a younger brother."

Yan Yuanzhao was aroused by his words: "Isn't it just the meat ducks raised by the villagers? I'll catch two and give you a drink at night."

Shi Dingyun looked up at him and said, "For your benefit, advise you not to go."

Yan Yuanzhao has changed back to the luxurious purple robes he usually wears. He heard that he chicly dressed the whole clothes and patted the money bag on his belt: "You are worried about Liu Ye eating white food."

Shi Dingyun said: "No. You still rest. According to me, your fighting power is less than half a goose."

Yan Yuanzhao gave a "beep", apparently not convinced, jumped up, and walked to the geese not far away.

Chi Xiaochi watched Yan Yuanzhao go to death, smiled gently, and hit a series of water drifts with a flat stone.

"I plan to leave," he said to Shi Tingyun in his body.

To be honest, he didn't really want to leave because of the vague agreement with Lou Ying.

But the problem is that in the past few days, Chu Ziling's remorse value has completely blown out. One has reached the point of being close to full value without paying attention. In order to redeem the card, Chi Xiaochi cannot sleep well every day, thinking about how to redeem the card. Both the quality of life and liver function decreased significantly.

"It doesn't matter if I hurt some gods, anyway, there is money to make. You don't have to punish yourself for his mistakes." Chi Xiaochi gossips with him, "A good chicken has grown up, can I blame you? "

Suddenly laughed.

It's just that the laughter pond Koike can't hear.

Chi Xiaochi continued his unspoken chat: "Yes. When I was in the General's Mansion before I received the World Line, I tried it with Chu Ziling. Why did you not kill him at that time?"

Shi Dingyun: "..." Because you have to complete the task, if you suddenly kill him, the task will not be completed. I thought I should cooperate with you, so ...

Speaking of which, he was a little sorry.

Chi Xiaochi was compared with Chu Ziling at that time. He wanted to use his emotions to test whether the "mission object" he wanted really was Chu Ziling.

However, due to his excessive restraint, he almost misled Chi Xiaochi.

Shi Dingyun wanted to apologize to Chi Xiaochi Road, and explain the situation again, but Chi Xiaochi seemed to know his voice, and said casually: "I don't want to know the answer. This question I asked you, got Any answer is up to you. "

Shi Dingyun: "..." Uh?

Chi Xiaochi: "When he was still, you forced yourself to restrain yourself; how would you treat yourself after he was gone?"

Silent clouds from time to time.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of what Fang Cai Yanyuan had mentioned.

... Yuanheng, we are getting married.

It is probably that people really can't stand the thoughts, when Shi Zingyun just thought of that person, a figure sat silently beside him.

Yan Yuanheng stopped watching the cloud for a while while watching it later.

He had an inexplicable urge to hold onto his hands and wipe his dirty hands clean.

However, Yan Yuanheng was strict and self-denying, and he finally took his place.

He stopped when asked: "Who are you talking to?"

In just an instant, Chi Xiaochi skillfully changed the tone of the stop-cloud expression and stopped-cloud tone, raised his hand and shifted the topic: "Look, Yuan Zhao."

Yan Yuanheng glanced at him before recognizing that Yan Yuanzhao was surrounded by distant wings and screamed.

He was a little surprised: "Brother Six Emperor ..."

Shizun Yun laughed: "Don't go. He catches the goose."

Yan Yuanheng: "... Um."

The two watched the goose flying dogs side by side, both of them silent.

Shi Dianyun looked at him and smiled, "Yuanheng, congratulations on marrying."

Yan Yuanheng was surprised: "What?"

Shi Dingyun: "Oh, Princess Xinjiang."

Yan Yuanheng, who wanted to stop talking and talk about the sky, didn't really want to spend time with strangers, and frowned slightly: "... What princess of southern Xinjiang?"

Shi Dingyun: "The king of Nanjiang intends to be close and wants to make you a princess of South Xinjiang, don't you know?"

Yan Yuanheng's face changed suddenly: "... What did you say?"