The conscience is not devoid of hatred and bitterness
The girl's mournful weeping was intermittent, and the crowd gathered for a while before dispersing.
A pair of thin coffins would cost two taels of silver and other expenses, and it would cost at least four taels of silver to bury the old man. The people who came to the market were all farmers, and the family neither needed a girl, nor would they be willing to give out such a sum of money.
The girl's helpless cry could be heard far away, and the people after that stopped a little, but left in a hurry.
Although the weather in March was still a little cool, the people on the scooter had already given off a bad smell. In this bustling crowd, the girl just knelt helplessly, and even the cry was softened by the repeated shouting.
Qi Yanli was pushed and shoved by passers-by from time to time, and the pain in his heart was unbearable. She glanced at the girl again and turned away.
Back in the small courtyard, Qi Yan cut paper and researched ink, grabbed an article in his mind and wrote it with a pen. The sharpness of the strokes of the words revealed a repressed tyranny, and it was not until he wrote three full sheets that he returned to the gentle and mellowness of the past. pen body.
Qi Yan put down the brush and exhaled the turbid air in her chest, looking a little irritable at the manuscript on the bookcase that looked like two people: it's just that the son of the enemy is so out of control, the real number should not be.
She sighed again, picked up the manuscript, threw it into the stove in the main room, and returned to the room to lie down on the bed.
The weather in Yunzhou in March changed as soon as it changed. It was sunny and sunny in the daytime, and it started to rain heavily in the evening. Qi Yan, who was lying on the bed as a bolt of lightning cut through the sky, suddenly sat up and covered her ears.
"Boom!"
Muffled thunder seemed to blast the sky, Qi Yan shrunk to the corner of the bed, her face pale. A pungent smell of animal wafted out of thin air in the tidy room, and Qi Yan lay down beside the bed and retched in pain.
The prairie prince Qiyan Agula is not afraid of thunder, and the wind, fire, thunder and lightning are all bestowed by the gods. But Qi Yan, a native of the Wei State, was deeply afraid of thunder and lightning.
In the past five years of Qi Yan's apprenticeship, the masked man would come to her house every thunderstorm, and take advantage of the thunder to question her sharply: What did you see when you returned to the grassland again? The black mask flickered on and off under the lightning, and the hoarse and unpleasant voice was like a sharp knife stabbing Qi Yan's chest.
I don't know how many times it rained in the middle, and the thunderstorm day completely became Qi Yan's living nightmare. Today, if Qi Yan's mood is unstable, he will even hear the sound of thunder and have hallucinations.
"Where's the king tent?" Qi Yan's eyes flashed a scene from five years ago. Countless animals trampled on thick dung, and the animals in the air had a strong taste, but they couldn't find the familiar king tent, her home. .
Qi Yan shook her head in pain and stumbled out. Big raindrops hit her face hard to dispel her hallucinations.
She ran aimlessly and lay on her back, tired, on the muddy ground, letting the mud soaked half of her body and flowed into her auricle.
She respects, fears, and hates the masked man. The masked man often falls into madness but never embarrassed Ding You, and only chooses Qi Yan.
In fact, Qi Yan has hardly lost his temper in the past year or two, and he can restrain himself even when he sees hallucinations. It's just that seeing the son of the enemy today disturbed her mood, plus another thing that she was pressing and didn't face.
Qi Yan got up and walked into the city with staggering steps. Due to the heavy rain, the market had been scattered, and she could see at a glance the girl just now: the reins of the scooter wrapped around her body were struggling to move forward. Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and an unknown corner in her heart felt much more relaxed. She walked up quickly and called out, "Girl."
The girl stopped and raised her hand to wipe her eyes, and there was a troubled young man standing in front of her. Judging by his stature, he should be sixteen or seventeen years old, but his childish facial features don't look very much.
Seeing that the girl didn't speak, Qi Yan took the initiative to say, "I rented a small courtyard in the suburbs of the city. If you trust me, go back with me to take shelter from the rain."
Hearing this, the girl's nose turned sour and sadly replied, "But my father..." She had nowhere to stay for several days, all because others thought it was unlucky.
"The dead are respected. I don't know how long the rain will last. Would you like to come with me, girl?"
The girl nodded, Qi Yan took the reins and tied it to her body and grabbed the handrail. The girl exclaimed, "You can't do it, son, let's come to the slave family!"
"My feet are faster, and the girl is following."
The girl was so exhausted that she hesitated for a while and didn't refuse any more. She walked on the side of the scooter step by step, wiping tears from time to time.
When they returned to the small courtyard, the girl refused to carry the body into the house. The two moved the firewood from the shed to the main room and pushed the cart into the shed before returning to the house.
After the girl thanked her, she folded her arms and shrank to the side. She was wearing thin clothes and was soaked through by the rain. Being alone in a room with a boy and a girl would inevitably make her uneasy.
Qi Yan understood, went into the room and took a clean piece of clothing and handed it to the girl: "There is ready-made hot water in the pot, and the bathtub is behind the screen. You should wash and don't catch a cold. I'll clean up the Westinghouse first, how are you? call me."
After half an hour, Qi Yan returned to the main room, her clothes were slightly loose on the girl's body.
"Young Master." The girl put the hot clean cloth on her hands, Qi Yan thanked him, took it and wiped the muddy water off her face.
The girl quietly raised her head and glanced, then quickly lowered her head.
"Dare you ask girl, how much will it cost to bury your majesty?"
The girl raised her head suddenly and looked at Qi Yan in disbelief, and knelt on the ground with a "thump". Qi Yan finally lifted the person up and patiently waited for the other person to stop crying, repeating it again.
The girl sobbed and replied, "You only need a thin coffin, some paper money, and a plate of dry food. If your son has mercy, you will reward a piece of hard wood as a monument."
"How many taels of silver are you talking about?"
"Two or two is enough, but the slave family is unable to handle it, and they need to hire a few strong men to help dig the earth and lift the coffin. I guess it will cost three... two hundred copper plates."
After the girl finished speaking, she was about to kneel again, but Qi Yan was prepared to support her: "Don't do this, girl."
"Master, the slave family is willing to serve the master as a slave and a maid for life. The slave family has been an innocent farmer from generation to generation! After the burial of the father, the slave family will go to the government to sign and sign with the master."
Qi Yan turned around and entered the house, opened the box and took out the money bag and poured it out to see that there were only one or two. She took out all the things in the box again, felt the secret lock to open, lifted the bottom plate, and the secret compartment was covered with a layer of white broken silver. Before leaving, the masked man gave Qi Yan fifty taels of silver and two pieces of copper coins for the test and travel.
Qi Yan took out two pieces and put them in her hands and weighed at least four or two, then covered the dark plate to restore the things and walked out.
She handed the purse to the girl: "There should be five taels here, you should take it. When the rain stops tomorrow, the paper tying shop in the city will find the boss to negotiate a price and entrust him to handle the whole thing, and keep the rest for return. You are living in the Westinghouse today, and I have already taken out the bedding.”
"Sir..."
Qi Yan snapped and said: "I don't like to be served and I don't need a girl to be a slave or a maid. There is an umbrella by the door, so I won't give it to you."
Seeing the girl standing still, Qi Yan frowned and said coldly, "I'm tired, girl, let's go."
The girl really didn't understand why this kind young man's mood changed so quickly. Qi Yan's cold expression of disgust forced her full of doubts back. Holding the purse, she turned and left. Westinghouse.
Qi Yan dropped the latch and boiled the water again. She leaned on the edge of the wooden barrel and closed her eyes with a long sigh. She said to herself silently in her heart, "This is the last time she will show mercy to the people of the Wei Kingdom. kindness.
After she figured it out, Qi Yan felt better. She looked down at a lifelike wolf king's head pierced on her flat chest. For some reason, the master agreed to her request to keep a little imprint...
The rising heat clouded the amber eyes, and the shaking water also distorted the wolf king's expression. Inside that chest was a heart pierced by the vines of hatred, dripping blood and beating.
the next day.
The girl got up at dawn to prepare breakfast for Qi Yan, but when she walked to the east room, she found that the door was locked. Recalling the cold eyes of the other party last night, the girl silently left the small courtyard. She found a paper tie shop in Yunzhou City and negotiated a price with the shopkeeper according to what Qi Yan said. The shopkeeper also heard about the sale of his father's body in the market yesterday, and he was very sympathetic. Seeing that the girl was lonely and helpless, he asked the staff to help beat the flags.
The girl came to Qiyan's door again, the door was still locked, and she knelt at the door with a wry smile: "Young Master Da Enu's family will never be forgotten. In the next life, I would like to be a cow and a horse to serve the son."
The girl waited for a while to see Qi Yan speechless, then bowed three times, three steps, and then turned away. Until Xiaoyuan completely disappeared from her field of vision, she still couldn't believe that such a kind and unrequited person let her meet, maybe it was God's blessing? Or did the gods hear their pleas and come to help?
She couldn't help but think about Qi Yan's face, but unfortunately it was dark in the room last night and he was covered in mud, so he couldn't see the real thing, only those amber eyes were deeply carved in her heart.
On April 3, the gate of the Children's Home was opened.
The scale of this year's childbirth test is unprecedented. The reason is that the emperor, who has always advocated frugality a few days ago, built a mansion with the same specifications as the prince for the ten-year-old Nangong Jingnu, and gave it the title: Zhen Zhen.
Many people are speculating whether the emperor will open Enke, so many students who have not yet obtained the status of Tongsheng are in time for this year.
Why is this Princess Zhen Zhen so favored? The reason is that even ordinary people know a thing or two.
When the emperor Nangong had nine sons and three daughters under his knees, this Nangong Jingnv was the only bloodline, and her status was naturally very noble.
When Nangong Rang was still the prime minister, he had a deep relationship with his wife, Mrs. Ma, who had been married for many years before getting a daughter, this Princess Zhen Zhen.
It is a pity that Ma's daughter died of illness soon after giving birth. Nangong asked Daqing to stop to pay tribute to his deceased wife for a day. After that, the East Palace of the previous dynasty was restructured and renamed "Weiyang Palace" and given to Nangong Jingnu to live in.
It has been nearly ten years since Empress Ma passed away, and Nangong Rang's post has been vacant. I heard that a noble concubine will preside over the affairs of the harem, and it seems that there is no future plan.
Nangong Jingnv also has two sisters from the concubine, who are called respectively: Su Nv, Shu Nv, and both of them are over the age of Ji, but they have not been titled, let alone Lifu. Even the common people said: If this Princess Zhen Zhen is a man, she will definitely be the best choice for the crown prince.