Chu Ziling was woken up by the cold water.
The cold water was sour and greasy, it should be the water that had washed the pot, because the smell of putty in the pot almost made Chu Ziling vomit.
After the visitor woke him up, he turned around and left, and Ding Ling locked the door with a big lock.
Chu Ziling coughed twice, the sewage mixed with acid-refluxing acid water flowed out from the corners of the mouth, contracting from the stomach to the throat into a ball, burning and astringent.
He vaguely recalled that he seemed to be escaping from the inn where he was staying, and was captured by the Southern Border Mission, beaten and knocked unconscious.
This is obviously done by a familiar hand. All the wounds on his body will not hurt his muscles or bones, but it is enough for him to roll his eyes in pain.
Kangyang looks like a dignified Confucian scholar in front of others, but he is actually very ruthless.
After Chu Ziling was captured by his subordinates, he tapped on the temples with the small fan he carried, and said gently: "I am entrusted by my friend to bring you back alive, but I didn't say that I would not cut you into a stick. Bring it back. If you run away next time, you better hope that you can escape. If not, I will bring you back in pieces. My friends hate you deeply, and I am sure they will not criticize me for doing things poorly.”
Chu Ziling raised his swollen eyelids, stood up with difficulty, and wiped off the smudges on his face.
He is now in an empty hut, with a chain around his neck like a dog, only enough for him to walk within a five-meter radius, not even allowing him to go to the window to check the situation outside.
Chu Ziling's face was ashen.
He was very urgent in his stomach, but after waiting for a long time to see no one, he shouted and no one answered, and he didn't want to stain the only pair of pants, so he had to grit his teeth and settle it in the corner.
The long and terrifying wait began after he fought his shame and solved the hygiene problem with a small tree stick in the corner.
No one paid attention to him, no one spoke to him.
The only thing that could prove that he wasn't imprisoned here was the sour food delivered every day.
He only had two meals a day, and each time he was only given a moment to eat. When the time came, a man with a southern border would come in with a blank expression and take away the dishes.
Chu Ziling was also aware of current affairs.
He can't die yet.
Kang Yang said that he knew Aisha.
He had to live to see Aisha, even the unidentified lieutenant.
There must be a misunderstanding in this, as long as he can explain it well, he still has a chance to come back!
It's just that when he swallows food like a wild boar, he always thinks of the exquisite snacks in the general's mansion, and the delicious hot meals that are not luxurious but delicious enough when he eats at the same table with Shi Tingyun, and there is more rice in his mouth. Added some sour taste.
Realizing this, Chu Ziling would raise his hand that was covered with stale rice residue, and slap his face fiercely to wake him up.
What the hell are you thinking? !
He still has a future and hope. As long as he can seize it, he will have a chance to make a comeback. Why should he look back on his past glory like a poor and poor householder? !
On the sixth day of his imprisonment, his spirit was already in a trance.
When the door was pulled open from the outside, Chu Ziling, who was leaning against the wall, moved his eyelids, and instinctively used both hands and feet, and crawled towards the door, wanting to pick up his meal.
The peculiar smell in the room called someone frowned and motioned for the two to come in and remove the things from Chu Ziling's neck.
Chu Ziling was fed twice a day with sour meals and was short of breath, unable to struggle, and could only be manipulated by others like a sick dog.
When he was stripped naked, slammed into hot water, and roughly brushed from head to tail with a bristle brush, the hot bath that was commonplace in the Central Plains opened his pores full of dirt, and it was given to him. A feeling of pleasure that is fluttering and wishing to drown in it.
Chu Ziling was like a dizzy chicken, put on a rough sackcloth and pushed into the front hall, only when he was sleepy due to hunger and pain recovered.
He looked at the person sitting in the hall.
It was an unfamiliar warrior with a white cloth covering one eye, which Chu Ziling had never seen before.
He thought he must be an insignificant figure.
Thinking of this, Chu Ziling reluctantly straightened his waist and asked, "Are you Aisha?"
A kick came from behind and kicked him to the ground.
The servant cursed in Nanjiang language, and then said: "What are you? Dare to call Lord Aisha by name?"
The superior waved his hand and looked at the person whose face was so swollen that he could no longer see the outline of his former handsomeness: "Are you Chu Ziling?"
Chu Ziling endured the fire and said, "Yes. Your Excellency."
"I heard that you are from a slave country?" The man took a sip of wine. "It doesn't look like it."
Chu Ziling said: "I am not a slave, but a slave of my own will."
"Oh?"
As he wished, the man really became interested.
Chu Ziling stiffened his sore back, and wanted to wait for him to ask why he was willing to degenerate and sell himself as a slave.
Unexpectedly, the man took another sip of wine, changed the subject, and snorted contemptuously, "...It's none of my business."
He leaned down and asked Chu Ziling, "Do you know who I am?"
Chu Ziling: "Aisha..."
"Sati Aisha." The man stared at Chu Ziling with an eagle-like one eye, "My uncle is Ibu Aisha, my father died early, and it was my uncle who brought me up. Do you recognize him? "
Hearing the familiar name, Chu Ziling relaxed.
He thought that the "Aisha" in Kangyang's mouth happened to have the same surname as the Aisha he knew. Maybe it was a grudge, so he planned to bring himself, and it was good or bad that he climbed the ladder of blue sky.
Now that he knew that this person was Aisha's close relative and that he was kind to him, Chu Ziling decided that it was just a misunderstanding, and even answered in a light-hearted tone: "Yes. If you don't believe me, you can take me to see you. Uncle. He will give you an explanation."
Seti Aisha stared at his eyes intently, showing his white teeth: "You want to see him?"
Seeing the hideousness in his expression, Chu Ziling felt that something was wrong: "I..."
Before he could finish speaking, a glass of hot wine and a glass exploded on Chu Ziling's face: "You killed my uncle, and now you still have the face to ask him to give you an explanation? What are you? A little meticulous work, A lowly slave, who has both sides, sees the Central Plains gaining power, and wants to step on my uncle and General Pasha's life to climb up, how can there be such a good thing?!"
Chu Ziling was shocked, and he felt a roar in his head, as if he had been stepped on by a horse's hoof for several rounds.
Is Aisha dead? Why did this person say it with certainty, saying that it was related to himself
Before he could think about it, Chu Ziling heard an angry command from the superior: "Drag this slave who doesn't know what to do, put a slave mark on his face, break his legs, throw it into the toilet, and hand it over to the old kiln, he will know it. know how to deal with it!"
Chu Ziling didn't dare to show off any more, he struggled to get up: "Then do you know who I am?!"
Aisha: "I care who you are?"
If Chu Ziling had any more scruples, he was afraid that he would lose everything, so he hissed and broke his identity: "I am the prince of Nanjiang! The illegitimate son of the king of Nanjiang, if you dare to touch me, the king of Nanjiang will not take it lightly. There you go!"
Aisha was stunned, looked him up and down, and then burst into laughter, bending over with joy.
"You really are a lunatic! You said you were the prince of the Southern Border, what evidence is there?"
Chu Ziling: "I have a piece of jade from the King of Southern Borders, which can prove my identity!"
"Where's Jade?"
Chu Ziling was stagnant, and the apex of his heart throbbed again: "I have it, but I was thrown into the Cangjiang by that Kangyang..."
Aisha laughed again, making Chu Ziling chills: "I... really have jade! If you don't believe it, there should be a letter from your uncle with the image of that jade on it!"
Aisha's one eye was full of sneering cold light: "Yes. There is a picture of jade in the letter that is not fake. My uncle must have believed it, but who knows if you are imitating it? You have red mouth and white teeth. You want me to believe you when a piece of jade comes out? You are cunning and tricky, you cheated your uncle, you cheated General Wu, and you cheated General Pasha to death, do you think I don’t know?”
Chu Ziling's heart gradually froze into a block of ice.
This is a serious matter, and the three of them, Aisha, may not have told others their true identities at all.
So who else can prove his identity
He racked his brains, thought for a while, and found that the jade was gone, and everyone who could testify for him was dead.
… why did it become like this? ! Why
Realizing that his cards were all destroyed, Chu Ziling's voice was not as strong as before, but a little more trembling pleading.
Holding the last ray of hope, he said sadly, "Your uncle... and Pasha, and... and Wu Yichun, I never told you..."
"Bah!" A mouthful of phlegm spat directly on Chu Ziling's face, "Do you still have the face to mention the three of them? There is no evidence of death. You put it on the table and say, who are you trying to insult?"
He no longer wanted to talk to this person any more, and in Chu Ziling's pleas and cries, "Go check it out again, ask questions", he motioned the two slaves to throw him out the door.
Aisha repeatedly warned: "Keep his life, don't let him die! I want him to know what the way of being a slave is."
…
The wind blows across the river, the yellow leaves enter the river, upstream and downstream, and the autumn colors are shared.
Yan Yuanzhao stopped the cloud when he found it on the bank of the Cangjiang River.
Sitting in a place without sunlight, he landed with one foot on a hollow in the soil and washed the water with gravel.
The gravel slashed his hand, swirled slightly on the water and jumped out for a few steps, and then disappeared into the gentle river.
He sat down beside Shi Tingyun, took out a small piece of peanut candy from his arms, peeled off the surface candy wrapper, and fed it into his mouth without saying a word.
The sweet aroma of peanuts and caramel melted in the mouth, which made Shi Tingyun smile a little: "Thanks to the sixth prince for the reward."
"Thank you." Yan Yuanzhao threw the candy paper into the river, "It is the first time that Nanjiang has voluntarily surrendered. In order to truce the war, the king of Nanjiang also plans to marry the princess into the court. The name is a sign of friendship. , To put it bluntly, it's a relationship."
When Yan Yuanzhao said these words, it was hard to hide the pleasure in his voice.
"To whom?"
"I don't know. But there are only a few princes of the right age. Listening to the meaning of the Southern Border King, it means that he is interested in the thirteenth brother."
Yan Yuanzhao deliberately observed Shi Tingyun's expression, smiled and said: "The thirteenth brother is the right age, this time he has made great achievements, and he deserves to be rewarded. Besides, the only people around him are the enlightened palace maids given by the father, Na Nan Because of her bloodline, the Princess of Xinjiang might not be able to be a wife, but it is more than enough to be a side room. The King of Southern Xinjiang is also smart, one is to show affection and the other is to win over, so she said that Yuan Heng should be chosen as her son-in-law.
Looking at Shi Tingyun's reaction, he sighed in a long voice, "—poor that princess, I want a stuffy gourd."
When the cloud stopped but smiled.
Yan Yuanzhao was boring, but he wanted to tease Shi Tingyun to talk. He looked around, but he found something new: "... what is that?"
Shi Tingyun looked up.
A nearby resident was putting geese by the river, and seven or eight white and plump geese gathered together to play in the water.
Shi Tingyun lowered his head: "Don't look, that's your brother goose."
Yan Yuanzhao: "... ah? What do you mean?"
Shi Tingyun said: "Compared to them, you mean a younger brother."
Yan Yuanzhao was intrigued by his words: "Isn't it the meat duck raised by the villagers? I'll go catch two and serve you a drink at night."
Shi Tingyun looked up at him: "For your own good, I advise you not to go."
Yan Yuanzhao has changed back to the luxurious purple robe he usually wears. Hearing this, he neatly straightened the hem of his clothes and patted the purse hanging on the lapel: "You are worried that the sixth master will eat free food."
Shi Tingyun said: "No. You should rest. In my opinion, your combat effectiveness is not even half goose."
Yan Yuanzhao let out a "tsk", obviously not convinced, jumped up, and walked towards the flock of geese not far away.
Chi Xiaochi watched Yan Yuanzhao go to die, smiled lightly, and hit a series of water floats with a flat stone.
He said to Shi Tingyun in his body, "I'm going to leave."
To be honest, because of the vague agreement with Lou Ying, he didn't really want to leave.
But the problem is that in the past few days, Chu Ziling's remorse value has been in a state of blowout, and it has reached close to full value if he is not careful. In order to redeem the card, Chi Xiaochi can't sleep well every day, thinking about how to redeem the card. Quality of life and liver function were significantly decreased.
"It doesn't matter if I hurt a little bit of God, anyway, I can make money. You don't have to punish yourself for his mistakes." Chi Xiaochi was gossiping with him, "A good chicken grows a person, can I blame you? "
Shi Tingyun smiled.
It's just that Chi Xiaochi couldn't hear the laughter.
Chi Xiaochi continued his non-responsive chat: "That's right. Back in the General's Mansion, before I received the World Line, I had a test with Chu Ziling. At that time, why didn't you kill him?"
Shi Tingyun: "..." Because you have a mission that you have to complete. If you suddenly kill him, the mission will not be completed. At that time, I thought that I should cooperate with you, so...
Having said that, he was a little sorry.
When Chi Xiaochi competed with Chu Ziling at the time, he should have used his emotions to test whether the "task object" he wanted was really Chu Ziling.
But because of his excessive restraint, he almost misled Chi Xiaochi.
Shi Tingyun wanted to apologize to Chi Xiaochi and explain the whole story, but Chi Xiaochi seemed to know what he was saying, and said casually, "I don't want to know the answer. I asked you this question, so you can get it The answer is entirely up to you."
Shi Tingyun: "..." Huh
Chi Xiaochi: "When he was still around, you forced yourself to restrain yourself; after he's gone, how will you treat yourself?"
Time stopped and the clouds were silent.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of what Yan Yuanzhao mentioned earlier.
... Yuan Heng, we're getting married.
Most people really can't stand talking, when Shi Tingyun just thought of that person, a figure sat down beside him silently.
Yan Yuanheng stopped the cloud for a while while watching from behind.
He had a very inexplicable urge to go up to hold his hand and wipe his dirty hands clean.
But Yan Yuanheng was still strict and self-restrained, and finally sat down in a proper manner.
He asked Shi Tingyun: "Who are you talking to?"
In just a split second, Chi Xiaochi skillfully changed into Shi Tingyun's expression and Shi Tingyun's tone, raised his hand, and changed the subject: "Look, Yuan Zhao."
Yan Yuanheng glanced at it, and then he recognized that the person who was surrounded by the huge wings that covered the sky and the earth and was screamed and screamed in the distance was Yan Yuanzhao.
He was a little surprised: "Sixth Emperor Brother..."
Shi Tingyun smiled: "Don't go there. He's catching goose."
Yan Yuanheng: "... um."
The two of them watched the picture of geese flying and dogs jumping side by side, and the two were silent.
Shi Tingyun glanced at him and said with a smile, "Yuanheng, congratulations on getting married."
Yan Yuanheng was surprised: "What?"
Shi Tingyun: "Princess of Southern Border."
Yan Yuanheng, who originally wanted to chat with Shi Tingyun, didn't really want to spend his time with strangers, so he frowned slightly: "... What Southern Border Princess?"
Shi Tingyun: "The King of Nanjiang wants to be in a relationship, and wants to make the princess of Nanjiang his side concubine, don't you know?"
Yan Yuanheng's face changed drastically: "...What did you say?"