The old man was taken aback, and when he turned around, he saw a young man with a handsome face and a bookish look forced to squeeze in front of the slaves. His face was flushed, but his lips were a little white. He licked his lips nervously, and opened his mouth and said: "Old man, I have read the eight histories, and I have mastered the six arts. I have studied literature since I was a child, and I have dabbled in Songtao, Qilue, Dashu, Shengyu, Lanzhijing, Daodewen, Guizangjianyi, Yuan Zonghengyu, Qinqi and chess. There are researches on calligraphy, painting, tea art and incense, can you buy me, sir?"
The old man slowly frowned, and said in a low voice, "I bought a slave for rough work, not a teacher."
"I can also do rough work," Liang Shaoqing said immediately after hearing the words, racking his brains to figure out what the so-called rough work includes, and said hurriedly: "I can grind ink, cut paper, dry books, organize manuscripts, oh yes, I can also light fires , carrying water, chopping firewood, and…”
"Are you really familiar with the Lan Zhi Jing?"
A deep and mellow voice sounded slowly, not very loud, but it had a sense of tranquility and serenity. A slightly pale hand lifted the curtain of the green cloth carriage. Chunhu, his face was slightly pale, and the weather was not cold, but he was wearing a silver satin cloak, the hood was half covered, so he couldn't see his face clearly.
"Know a thing or two, the Lan Zhi Sutra is profound and profound, it's really insulting to the lord."
The young man in green shirt nodded. He was still very young, only twenty-five or six years old, but his demeanor was introverted and indifferent. The man nodded and said, "Uncle Qing, buy him."
"My lord!" Liang Shaoqing suddenly shouted loudly: "I have a younger brother who is sick, and we cannot be separated no matter what. Can you buy him together?"
Young Master Qingshan looked along Liang Shaoqing's fingers, and immediately saw Chu Qiao lying weakly on the ground, nodded, and said, "Okay."
Liang Shaoqing clapped her hands happily, strode to Chu Qiao, hugged her horizontally, and said, "It's saved! It's saved!"
Chu Qiao was having difficulty breathing, and the loss of strength after taking out the arrow made her very weak. Her voice was like a mosquito, and she said softly, "Thank you very much."
Liang Shaoqing just shook his head happily, suddenly wanted to think of something, leaned over and asked: "By the way, what's your name? How will I call you later?"
Chu Qiao said: "You say I'm your younger brother, so I'll do whatever you want. Just call me Xiao Qiao."
"Okay, my surname is Liang, my name is Shaoqing, and my cursive calligraphy is Zhangyu."
Chu Qiao nodded: "Scholar Liang."
Liang Shaoqing was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and said angrily, "Hey! You should be called Big Brother!"
But Chu Qiao couldn't hear her anymore. She tilted her head and passed out. At this moment, the old man named Uncle Qing came forward, only glanced at Chu Qiao, and said, "Hurry up and get in the carriage, there is a doctor accompanying us in the carriage."
The carriage hurried away, with the gazes of ordinary people looking up, and the slightly floating smoke and soil from that place, disappearing in the slight mist of the morning.
Boss Mu rubbed his hands resentfully, everyone had already disappeared, and he still carried a bit of grievance. The servants at the side came forward and said with a smile without looking at his face: "The head of the family has made a fortune!"
"Make a lot of money!"
Boss Mu was furious, and cursed out of breath: "It's still a big family, it's as stingy as a mouse, and just a few people still bargain with me for a long time, damn it!"
The servant was taken aback, and asked: "It doesn't look like a school, the head of the family, who are they?"
"Grandson only knows," Boss Mu threw the account book in his hand aside, and said angrily, "Liu Laosan introduced me yesterday, so I guess he doesn't know. These days, the clan is not doing well, but they still have to fight." A swollen face and a fat face, grandma's!"
"Close the stall!" Boss Mu shouted depressingly: "I'm unlucky today, and I lost all the money I made this morning. Damn it, it's really fucking unlucky!"
The streets are noisy, and the smell of various snacks wafts through the streets of Xianyang City. The crowds are bustling, stopping at the places they are interested in. Many businessmen from other places looked back and forth curiously, and bought some small items that please them from time to time. The small traders in front of the slave stalls had a very good business today. They opened a big business early in the morning, and they were delighted from ear to ear.
Suddenly, the peddler's eyes lighted up, and he suddenly regained his energy. He saw the young man in Chinese clothes who had just passed by galloping back, with a serious expression on his face. It seemed that something had happened. A common man in the market, he has no hobbies in his life, he only loves to watch the fun, he is not blessed to provoke such a evil star, he is very happy, he stretched his neck and looked over.
When Zhuge Yue hurriedly rushed to Boss Mu's slave booth, Boss Mu and his subordinates had already packed up the stall and were about to leave. Yue Qi took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "Please stay."
Boss Mu has known countless people in his life, and his eyes are so vicious. You can tell who has money and who has no money, especially just now, this man bought more than ten people from others without asking the price. The little slave girl who had just been sold, he couldn't let go of the mallet that came to him again. Quickly nodded and bowed trot forward, said with a smile: "Young Master, what can I do for you?"
Zhuge Yue didn't speak, his face was cold, he stepped forward and walked towards a string of slaves tied up with ropes behind him.
Boss Mu was taken aback, and hurried forward to meet him, shouting, "Hey, my lord..."
With a sound of "swish", Yue Qi's scabbard was placed in front of Boss Mu's neck. The man's expression was unkind, and he said slowly, "Stop, have you been told to move forward?"
Boss Mu rubbed his hands nervously, and accompanied him cautiously. Years of experience told him that the group of people in front of him was definitely not someone he could provoke.
After a while, the blue-robed man turned around, came to Boss Mu, and said in a deep voice, "Are all your slaves here?"
"Yes, it's all here. I'm going to close the booth, and the people from the two shacks at the back have just been brought out. This young man, is there anything you like?"
Zhuge Yue frowned slowly, his lips were cold, and he was speechless for a long time. After a while, he asked word by word: "Are you sure, everyone is here?"
It was just a short sentence, but the sweat on Boss Mu's forehead immediately flowed down. He nodded nervously, and then said: "Reporting to the eldest son, they are all here. Even the young ones dare not deceive you." You."
Zhu Cheng had already figured out the cause and effect of the matter at this moment, stepped forward cautiously, and said to Zhuge Yue: "Master, did you misunderstand, with Miss Xing'er's ability, how could they have the ability to arrest her? "
Zhuge Yue didn't speak, just stood in the same place and meditated quietly. The morning sun broke through the fog, golden and colorful, and the warmth like spring water sprinkled on the flowers, plants and trees in the whole Xianyang City. The traveler is driving a small boat, slowly swaying the scull, leisurely and contented, like a light ink painting.
Zhuge Yue raised his footsteps, and walked out, his eyes were cold, and he lost his expression just now. But at the moment he left, a black-faced man ran out from the dilapidated shack behind him. He didn't see the people coming outside in a hurry, and shouted happily: "The master! That kid has a handbag with him!" A good sword, I think it can be worth a lot of money."
Everyone's eyes were focused on the past, and Zhuge Yue was no exception.
With concentrated eyes and raised eyebrows, Zhuge Yue strode forward, snatched the sword away, and drew it out of its sheath with a "shua" sound!
In an instant, the radiant brilliance overflowed with brilliance, and everyone turned pale with fright, staring at the peerless and sharp top-quality sword with dumbfounded. The body of the sword is ancient, with faint bloodstains and waves, and on the top are two words written in small script in ancient seal script: Breaking the Moon!
Zhuge Yue's face turned as cold as ice in an instant, he walked straight forward, held up the sword flatly, and said in a deep voice: "Where did you get this sword?"
"This, this, yes, was picked up by the villain."
With a sound of "swish", the long sword roared, and the long wind suddenly rolled up Zhuge Yue's dark blue robe sleeves. The man pointed his sword obliquely at Boss Mu's throat, and said slowly in a low tone, "Do you want to say it?"
"Forgive me! Eldest Prince, spare me! This, this sword belongs to a slave."
"What about the slaves?"
Boss Mu was frightened out of his wits, and he answered every question: "It was bought just now."
"Bought it?" Zhuge Yue snorted coldly, "I think you won't cry when you see the coffin!"
"My lord! Everything the villain said is true, and there is not even a single word of falsehood. If you don't believe me, you can ask these shops around. Someone did come to buy a batch of slaves just now, and that person was one of them."
Boss Mu knelt on the ground with a bang, his liver and gallbladder splitting with fright, and he shouted loudly.
Zhuge Yue glanced at the faces of the audience around him, and then said in a deep voice, "Who bought it? How long have you been away?"
"I just left, and it's not even a stick of incense. As for who the buyer is, I don't know, I really don't know!"
A soothing wind suddenly blew from the end of the long street, swirling all the way, blowing up smoke and dust all over the ground. Zhuge Yue's robe fluttered, his black hair was like night, and his lips became even more red. He stood in the center of the crowd, and for a moment, his eyes were somewhat confused. He looked at the rolling crowd with mixed emotions, including belated resentment, careless remorse, bewildered bewilderment, and more, deep disappointment.
"She is injured, isn't it serious?"
Boss Mu is so shrewd, if he doesn't know that the young master's background is extraordinary at this moment, then his life will be in vain. Hastily said: "The injury is very serious, there is a knife wound on the left rib, and an arrow wound on the shoulder. I picked her up near the Town God's Temple in the suburbs of the city last night. I only saved her life after looking for a famous doctor. Eldest son, little one You stupid Lu, who has eyes but does not know Mount Tai, never knew that the young man was your friend, and sold him as a slave, the little one will die, the little one will die!"
"Young Master?" Zhuge Yue frowned slightly, then he felt relieved. He looked down at Boss Mu, and said in a deep voice, "You really deserve to die!"