Si Tian Guan

    With Liu Chongming's words, Qu Chenzhou's life was much better after returning to Qisheng Building.

    Du Quan even found him a small room alone, removed the quilt that had not been changed for many years, and replaced it with a set of half-new, which is already a great gift.

    The person who came to deliver the quilt was a chatty person. From his ramble, Qu Chenzhou knew one more thing.

    After he came back, Liu Shizi sent another 200 taels of silver, and the person conveyed the words of the prince to Du Quan - the brand marks on Brother Qu's waist have not grown well, and they will be sent to control Si's words, afraid of hurting his body, speak slowly, if anyone has any objection, go to the prince and tell him.

    He didn't expect that Zhongming would remember even such a small thing.

    This thoughtful kindness is like a flower that falls from a tree and falls into the palm of your hand.

    The wounds in other places healed faster than ordinary people, but here, it was like a gate of fate.

    Since the time I can remember, there have been slave marks there. When the body grows, it needs to be re-branded every few years.

    He never wanted to gouge out the meat there.

     Butler Ke Lin told him that there was originally a birthmark, and at first glance, it looked like a bird flapping its wings in the fire.

    He couldn't see it himself, but Chongming once kissed it carefully, and jokingly said, why does the birthmark look like the ancient Chongming bird drawn in the book?

    —You came with the birthmark of the Chongming bird, which corresponds to my name. It seems that you were destined to be mine.

    Those eachother... He rolled over and closed his eyes.

    It's all about the past life, forget it.

    Du Quan's patience is always limited. Fortunately, Liu Shizi didn't come again in half a month, Qu Chenzhou was kicked out again, and he was still working as a helper in the building.

    Fortune-telling can never be the same again.

    Since being reminded by Jiang Xingzhi's words, Du Quan completely understood that he had been deceived for many years, and put up the sign of divination again.

      , but like tofu that has fallen ashes.

    The two sides are in a stalemate, Qu Chenzhou has no right to refuse to be taken out for divination, Du Quan can only hope to occasionally pick up a leak, and he is even more looking forward to when the prince can look here again at a glance.

    But in the next few months, Qu Chenzhou never saw Liu Chongming again. Those two months of light days seemed like a hazy and gentle dream. After waking up, there was no temperature at all. Leave.

    His life has returned to the original track, but not everyone can be as calm as him.

    Liu Chongming felt that his life was getting worse and worse for no reason.

    I thought he had a lot of psychological preparation before sending people away. He also lived alone for several years. It didn't matter if there was one more person or one less person. But when he returned to the bedroom at night, he felt as if it was empty. Yes, something is missing.

     Lying on the bed, unable to see the outside, gradually calmed down.

    I just read that "the people in the world are arrogant and weak, like women and children, they don't come out of the boudoir", I suddenly felt emotional and wanted to discuss with others. Shen Zhou" blurted out, only to find that no one answered.

    No one will answer again.

    On the pillow in the sarong, there was only half a bottle of Yulin paste he used, and Qu Chenzhou didn't touch a drop.

    The flowering period of the sycamore flower was over. He watched the servants mix the green leaves in the gray soil and sweep them out together. No one buried them lovingly, and no one gathered the flowers under the porch. , fell asleep peacefully in the warm sunshine.

    Liu Chongming collapsed and dropped the book.

    In just two months, he felt that he was really hopeless, and there was no trace of another person's life everywhere.

    He didn't dare to stay in the other courtyard for a long time, and re-invited friends to continue socializing, but found that things were not as good as he thought.

    Shi Yan cares about him and understands him, but their ideas are very different in many places.

    He was sitting in the lively banquet, listening to the laughter and noise beside him, as if he saw the sunspot fall with his tender fingers, and said softly: Knowing safety but not knowing danger, being able to relax but not working, this is a big problem.”

    With those rumors in the market, the friends at the same table had other topics. At first, they only talked about Fengyue tentatively. After seeing him, he didn't say anything, and gradually became more bold and began to have no taboos. talk about those things.

    Afterwards, a clever little waiter was summoned and appeared at their banquet.

    Many people were sitting on his knees, and hugging many soft waists, those little waiters were smiling, and in the roar of the surrounding, they drank a cup with his hand liquor.

    The wine that was deliberately not swallowed in time overflowed from the little waiter's lips, wet the front, and the clear collarbone was revealed under the thin cloth.

    He wrapped his arms around his slender waist, which was not full of a grip. Looking at those necks and collarbones, one thing became clearer - I'm afraid that no one can really replace that figure.

    Liu Chongming has never been to Qisheng Building, but he just ordered the guards in the backyard, entered through the back door, and stood silently in a hidden place.

    When the man turned around, he took two steps back, hiding in the corner, not seeing anyone.

    He was afraid that he would sink deeper and deeper.

    If Du Quan hadn't suddenly intervened and taken him away this time, what would he have become? Is this what the guy behind the scenes wanted?

    It wasn't until the figure left dragging the heavy vegetable basket that the surrounding voices rolled towards him like a burst of water.

    Through a half-opened window, he saw a fat woman in the kitchen talking to people while chopping vegetables.

    The man next to him seemed to be asking something, and the woman sneered: "You don't need to keep him, he is raised by a noble person, so it's not like we are poor people."

    The man said something again, the woman dropped the kitchen knife heavily, and her tone was full of contempt: "I was treated as a donkey, liver and lungs because of my good intentions, I thought I was a neat child, but I didn't expect a full stomach dirty stuff."

    "I don't want to be clean, so I licked my face and stuck it on Mr. Wu, the next thing."

    "You have all the strength at a young age, just thinking about climbing the nests of the nobles, no need to leave him meals."

    "Turn around, the manager of Wu is gone, I didn't expect him to climb a higher branch. Just wait and see, do you think what the big family wants? It's weird when he wakes up."

    Liu Chongming quickly understood who they were talking about, and stayed for a long time.

    On that day, he sent someone to send money to Qishenglou, but he did not show up.

    Qu Chenzhou knows that he has been here, and it can be seen from Du Quan's attitude towards himself that every time a lot of money is credited, Du Quan will let him live a good life.

    Gradually, Du Quan became more and more aware of the rules, seeing that the money was not seen, he could also think that the other party was not so interested in this place, in case one day he could not remember it again , this road of fortune is broken again.

    Qu Chenzhou was more worried than him.

    Du Quan's greed can't be satisfied, and his tyranny is impossible to change.

    Fortune-telling held up cards much more frequently than before, and he saw Jiang Xingzhi again. Fortunately, when he clearly said "don't know" this time, the other party's scrutiny was puzzled stand up.

    After the pus on his face was taken out, the scar lowered a little. When Du Quan looked at his face many times, it was the expression he didn't want to see.

    Once Liu Chongming's financial road is cut off, maybe Chunqinglou is his next residence.

    In the Datongpu room separated by a wall, there was another cry, and I don't know whose house is gone.

    It can't go on like this.

    Liu Chongming's question seems to reverberate in his mind again and again

    —Have you ever struggled with yourself?

    Have…

    Qu Chenzhou carried two more bags of rice and sent it back to the backyard. When he was about to take the next trip, he heard the voice of the steward calling to rest.

    This is a very rare errand. To be able to take a look outside, he is reluctant to go far. After getting the steamed buns, he sits on the threshold and looks at the bustling street outside.

    Because there are shackles on the feet, and there are guards outside, the stewards are not afraid of them running away, so this position can still be tolerated.

    He took a small bite of the steamed bun and glanced slowly at the people on the street.

    Every five days, he can only fortune-telling for the same person once, and it takes more energy to know how he affects the other person's causal line.

    The opportunity to see outside is too precious, he... wants to fight for himself.

    There were too many people coming and going, making him dizzy, his face pale, and his body began to feel a little overwhelmed.

    The sound of shouting for the start of work has already been heard in the courtyard.

    Someone walked behind him and went to the door to pick up the heavy bag. He had to stand up against the wall, but suddenly his eyes were fixed on a person walking from the street.

    The owner of the tea stall also recognized the famous scoundrel on the street, so he endured it and pretended not to see it. After the man finished drinking the tea and left, he stepped forward to clean up the tea bowl.

    Qu Chenzhou stared at the rogue roaming the street for a long time, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

    Two days later, a day had been set for a guest to see him. He got up early to finish his chores, went back and changed into clean clothes, and dragged the basin out from under the bed.

    Footsteps came from outside the door, and the person who came to pick him up was coming soon. Qu Chenzhou's hands left the cold water in the basin, wiped his hands, carefully pushed the basin back, and answered the door.

    "Shen Zhou, hurry up. I'm not here today, I'm going to Songzhuxuan opposite, we can't let the guests wait, order ahead..."

    Steward Lin took the slave ring from the tray and put it on him. He was stunned when he touched his wrist.

    "Why are your hands so cold?"

    Qu Chenzhou lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "Steward Lin, can you give me a hand stove? I want to warm it up."

    Steward Lin felt a little distressed - this child is weak, and now the weather is getting colder, if it gets cold, it will not get better for a while.

    Even Storekeeper Du would not make the child sick because of the prince's orders and the money to see the guests.

    "Go and fetch the cloak in my house, and then go get him a stove."

    There are still guests waiting over there. The servants dare not waste time and rush to find things.

    Steward Lin couldn't wait any longer, so he could only pull Qu Chenzhou to go out first, but at the door he met a young grandma who had come a few months ago.

    When she came, she had heard that there was a strange-looking slave in her husband's family, but she had never met.

    It just so happened that this young lady also has a physique that is afraid of cold, and she has a good temper. Seeing that Manager Lin seemed to have something to do, she stopped and asked why, and asked someone to take the stove she was using.

    Qu Shenzhou took it solemnly, kowtow and kneeled in thanks.

    At this time, not only the young lady, but no one knows that the fate of many people in the world will be changed because of this small hand stove.

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