Si Tian Guan

    Qu Chenzhou smelled the aroma in the dream.

    "My son has grown up..."

    In a trance, he repeated a few words over and over again, but no sound came out of his throat. He was mute for a few months, and no one knew if he was so mute in his life.

    Even when the control division added slave marks to him, the piercing pain only made him open his mouth in vain, unable to shout, still a mute.

    Treasurer Du gave up on him, and was most annoyed by his half-dead appearance, so he left him here to fend for himself.

    So...he thought, so he could only live to be ten years old.

    It's been long enough that he wants to die countless times.

    He knows where he is without opening his eyes. The smell of blood is the most familiar firewood house. He can't hear or moan. Only the aroma at the tip of his nose can wake him up. .

    It is a refreshing plum fragrance that still blooms in the cold, mixed with the warm aroma of food.

    Qu Chenzhou raised his eyes slightly tiredly, and in front of him was a mottled wall, and further up was a window with a broken window paper.

    The weather in August, the window paper is broken and it is cold enough, not to mention that the window was opened by a crack at this time.

      Drill in the nose.

    The hand was shaking at him, as if to signal for him to take it. I don't know if he was talking, but unfortunately he can't hear anything now.

    He didn't move, and he wouldn't withdraw his hand.

    It doesn't need to be so troublesome.

    He retracted his gaze and stared at the wall, curled his body even tighter, retaining the last bit of heat from his body.

    Just throw it on the ground. Anyway, he eats everything, but he just can't understand why he wants to eat and why he continues to live.

    But the man outside the window had already seen him move, and he didn't give up, as if Nulin raised his toes and brought the cake a little closer to him.

      Hunger magnifies infinitely.

    The instinct of survival made him stretch out his hand tremblingly.

    On the left is the food that can make him survive, and on the right is the warmth of someone generously donating.

    He suddenly didn't want to die again.

    Death is a thorny road. He hesitated and timidly walked forward, while looking around, eager for someone to say a word to him, give him a piece of bread, and hold his hand .

    The reason to live is sometimes as simple as that.

    Who would want to die if they could live?

    When Liu Chongming was introduced into Xuanzheng Hall, it was already full of people.

    The situation was completely reversed from a few days ago. King Huai Mu Jingyan supported Concubine Yu to stand beside Emperor Yu. Concubine Yu's eyes were still flushed, and from time to time she dipped her handkerchief at the corners of her eyes.

    A palace man and Mrs. Liu were on the left and right, helped the queen up from the ground, and sat down on a chair beside her, with a sick look on her face, still crying and crying in depression, even beside her Mrs. Liu also wept with her.

    Yu Dexi bowed his body, serving Emperor Yu and smelling agarwood.

    Before kneeling down, Liu Chongming glanced at it, and knew that more than half of the drama had been sung. let him see.

    Even if he and his mother were called, but his sister was not there, it could be seen that in the emperor's heart, this farce had nothing to do with the Liu family.

    This is good, this is the best.

    Now, King Huai and Concubine Yu have cleaned up their grievances, and the emperor will always comfort them after that, but King Huai himself knows that this time, I am afraid that I have won my face and lost my heart.

    It is said that the emperor originally planned to assign the leading guards to King Huai for training, but there was no movement in the blink of an eye.

    The emperor's mind was the heaviest blow to King Huai.

    On the bright side, King Ning looks like he has been trampled the hardest, but this piece of mud has a piece of skin left. carry.

    The Queen and the Tang family behind him are the bones under the skin of King Ning.

    So, this scoop of sewage would rather be poured on Ning Wang's head, and it can't touch the Tang family. I can't count the unreliable things about Ning Wang, and I can do this kind of thing. Nothing could be more normal.

    The Emperor Yu only beat Mu Jingzhao, but as long as King Ning still bears the title of direct son and has the support of the Tang family, even if he continues to wander like this, he will not be shaken. status.

    Liu Chongming sighed in his heart.

    In the past few days, he took time to go to the suburbs again, watching the progress of the mass grave, and gathering with Shiyan to listen to the situation outside.

    Recently, he was often invited to gather at Zhichun Building, where the newly arrived slaves were bought and sold, and then they would be taken away directly by the Control Department.

    The more people outside the city, the more hot the business here. The middle-aged man is on one side, the woman is on one side, and the boys and girls are timidly squeezed on the other side.

    And the well-dressed people in the audience rushed to throw out signs, like hyenas in the wilderness.

    I went there once at first, and when I saw the people locked in a string under the table, I couldn't help but think of that person.

    Fang Wuyang told him that no one would buy a child who was only three years old. It was too young to be able to survive, not to mention the stubborn and stubborn temper of Xiao Qu.

    Liu Chongming forced himself to think.

    Thinking about how the little child carved in pink and jade was holding the melted candy in one hand and crying, but he could no longer see the shadow of home.

    Thinking about how that sensitive birthmark was branded time and time again.

    Thinking about what kind of torment the face that should have been flawless has gone through, the welts are all over the place.

    He came out of Zhichun Building with a blank face, and when he got into the carriage, he choked silently.

      And the resurrection of the previous life.

    It is no wonder that Changshui Town will be crushed by the straw.

    He couldn't tell.

    To some it is a troubled time, to some it is a prosperous world.

    For more people, it may be neither.

    This year, the flooding is just particularly serious. When it gets better next year, everyone will continue their new life numbly.

    The living people are like dandelions fluttering in the wind, wherever they drift, they settle down.

    However, no matter how noisy the city is, it can never shake the heart of stone here.

    —including the one in the seat, no one of these people is qualified to be in that position.

    These outrageous words always echo in my mind over and over again.

    He sometimes thinks that if King Ning hadn't looked like this, whether he was more like King Qi or more like King Huai, he wouldn't be stuck in the current situation.

      With King Huai, who is in charge of financial power, he will not meet on a narrow road.

    —Does the emperor really like to watch his sons fight and win, and does not want anyone to shake his position?

    —If you think about it this way, is it a coincidence that King Ning has been brought up like this, or is it for some other reason?

    "Your Majesty," Yu Dexi accepted Chenxiang, and whispered in Emperor Yu's ear: "Liu Shizi is here."

    He didn't dare to think any more, pressed his forehead to the ground, and replied softly, "Liu Chongming kowtows to the emperor."

    Wang Ning covered half of his face, there was still a red mark in the crevices of his fingers, and he begged him in a low voice with a sad face: "Chongming, Chongming, save me."

    "Shut up!" Emperor Yu shouted angrily and coughed again, Yu Dexi hurriedly beat him on the back and comforted him softly.

    Wang Ning was also frightened by a few slaps in the face just now.

    After a long while, Emperor Yu slowly came over, leaned on the chair, pressed his temple with his thumb, frowned and called to the side, "Yu Dexi."

    Yu Dexi understood the idea, hurried down the steps, bowed to Liu Chongming, and then asked, "Dare to ask Shizi, has the mansion ever bought a favored slave named Danlang? "

     "Yes." Liu Chongming replied.

    Who is Dan Lang, but it is Cao Shilang who wants to thank him instead of buying him as a slave.

    That’s all, but Danlang was still restless, and while seducing King Ning, he took the Queen’s most taboo gardenia into the palace, and at the same time used his favor to steal the account books .

    What happened before and after, no matter who was entrusted by Cao Shilang to send people to him, or who was Danlang poisoning the queen, or who was Danlang stealing his account books, or who was Danlang finally Why did he die, naturally many people stood up to speak, and he didn't need to say a word more.

    He routinely confessed his mistakes to his mother, and the mother hugged him with tears like rain, and everyone was happy.

    He wanted to vomit with joy.

    Those who know them know very well what they will look like after they leave this palace gate.

      the way of man.

    The mother and son cried together.

    What a good crime, Liu Chongming looked at them numbly.

    It's a good show, King Ning took all the guilt in the appearance of a playboy, and the queen still sat in the hall, standing still.

      Get up, let it down gently.

    This result is not surprising, the only person who surprised him is his mother.

    My mother was born in a branch of the Tang family. She has been close to the queen since childhood. She is willing to stand here and criticize Dan Lang, which is good for the Tang family and Liu family.

    He guessed that his mother would not be limited to a trivial account book in order to sit Danlang, but he did not expect that the crime that his mother put on Danlang was poisoning.

    Dan Lang, who was kindly brought back to the Hou Mansion, poisoned Mrs. Liu, just like Dan Lang, who was favored by Liu Shizi, stole the account book and gave it to outsiders.

    But when the latter happened, no one doubted the former.

    What he cares about is why the mother can really get the evidence, is it possible for the mother to get something like poison?

    Or did you send someone to buy it?

    The author has something to say:    Shen Zhou ran away at the age of nine [In the next chapter, it was also mentioned in the previous article] When he was ten years old, he was dumb for a year, so he was delisted [ I mentioned it before], it was Liu Chongming who gave him the cake to eat. PS: Don’t worry, I’m affected by the sugar. I have the manuscript. These were all written last month, so even if I wash my hands, How should the plot go or how to go, knives and sugar are indispensable, watch it with peace of mind , so if there is anything you want to see, feel free to leave a message, I will write it down one by one and try my best to satisfy