Breaking free from the darkness, his eyes were covered with a layer of cobwebs, covering the dim candlelight hazy and sticky.
"Cough..." Chu Yu's throat was sour, the tip of his tongue was tingling, and the sweet and greasy scent of incense still lingered in his nose, making his chest feel suffocated. He tried to raise his hand, but there was a pain in his wrist, and the chain dragged on the ground with a dull sound.
With a sound of "chi", a candle light slowly came into view from dark to bright. Chu Yu struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, and his vision was blurred for a while before gathering.
A stone chamber.
Nothing but a table. There was a plum blossom candlestick on the table, and three white candles were lit, and the tears from the candles flowed down, piling up into a thick layer. Chu Yu lowered her head and saw that she was bound to the cold stone wall behind her with chains on her wrists and ankles.
"Are you awake?" a hoarse voice sounded.
Chu Yu squinted her eyes, only then did she see someone standing in the dark all the time, the silhouette gradually revealed as she walked.
Brocade gowns, jade crowns and hair, are elegant and peerless. If it weren't for the fact that this place is really not a good place, this person should be called a gentleman like jade.
"Master Jing." Chu Yu pursed her pale lips into a straight line, her expression cold.
Lord Jing walked up to the candlestick, lifted it lightly, walked to Chu Yu in two steps, squatted down slowly, stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, and said with a light smile, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Second Master Chu is fine."
Chu Yu looked away, but couldn't break away from Lord Jing's hand, and felt a little annoyed: "This is how Lord Jing treats guests?"
Master Jing raised his hands hard, looked at Chu Yu's pale face from the pain, and laughed out loud: "Yes, courtesy is reciprocal. Second Master Chu has made Xiao Hou very miserable... Xiao Hou really wanted to I got married with the second master, but the second master didn't understand the affection and just forced me to my death again and again, do you think Xiaohou should settle this account with the second master?"
The dark room was extremely gloomy and cold. Every time Chu Yu took a breath, his lungs felt like a knife was being scraped. He struggled and said, "You were the one who plotted against Yu."
"Second Master Chu has a good method. He cut off all the livelihoods of Jinghou's mansion, and provoked Xiaohou so badly inside and outside, so that he can't get along in Shangjing." Jinghou sneered again and again, and almost everything went wrong this month. .
Today's government is diligent and thrifty, and there are very few salaries in the court. Who will live on salaries in a full house of courtiers? But since offending Chu Yu, the shops were unable to make ends meet one after another, and finally they were liquidated one by one. Furthermore, accidents happened frequently in the village, and the tenants almost made troubles in Shuntian Mansion. In the end, all the former colleagues had turned against each other because of discord, and they were even referred to several books in front of the Holy Master.
Lord Jinghou has changed from being one of the most noble and noble families in Beijing in the past to the appearance of such a poor family today. All of this was ordered by Chu Yu, how could Lord Jing not be annoyed
"Ahem, ahem, ahem..." Chu Yu endured a severe cough, gasped for breath, and said, "A gentleman loves money in order to obtain it. If your business is honest, how can it be easy to collapse? You gamble privately." How many lives have been lost in the hidden piles in the square and the brothel on the boat. Your farm exploited the tenants, bullied others, and squeezed out so many long-term workers, so why blame them for making trouble in Shuntian Mansion. My colleagues in the past did not know who you were, but now that they have seen the signs clearly, who are you? Will be with you again...cough..."
Chu Yu suppressed his coughing, and said with a sneer, "If you want people to hear it, don't say it, if you want people to know it, you don't want to do it. Yes, I admit that they are all related to me, so what? You are such a moth Rat, it deserves to end up like this."
"Shut up!" Lord Jing grabbed Chu Yu's neck violently, his finger bones creaking. Chu Yu's neck is slender, and it looks extremely fragile in his hands. He watched Chu Yu's pale face turned dark red due to suffocation, as if a layer of cinnabar had been splashed on the white rice paper, and the beauty on the verge of death seemed shocking.
Chu Yu's eyes turned black, and just when the consciousness in his mind was about to withdraw, a gust of air rushed in, his neck loosened, and his forehead hit the ground heavily.
Lord Jing stood up, looked down at Chu Yu, and said in a nonchalant way: "Now that you are in my hands, this account will be settled with you bit by bit. Everyone in the world says that the Chu family's two jades are so amazing and so beautiful." , Now it seems like nothing. I am a moth and rat, at least I can still live, unlike you, I may die in this dark room someday, rotten into pieces and no one will find it."
There was a buzzing in Chu Yu's ears, and she pulled herself together, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master Jing is too self-righteous, think you can cover the sky with one hand?"
Lord Jing Hou sneered again and again: "Otherwise, is it possible that you still count on Qin Zheng to save you?"
Mentioning Qin Zheng, Lord Jing felt sour and angry again. He reached out and grabbed Chu Yu's loose long hair, forcing him to raise his face.
"It's ridiculous. In terms of family background, family background, appearance, and talent, how can I be inferior to Qin Zheng? Why do you only see him!" Thinking of being rejected by Chu Yu and threatened by Qin Zheng last time when painting a boat, Hou Jing Grandpa couldn't swallow this breath in his heart.
Chu Yu's long hair was disheveled, and her clothes were pulled into a mess. Despite her embarrassment, her eyes were still contemptuous, and she said sarcastically, "In terms of family status, several generations of heroic souls in the Zhenbeihou's Mansion have fought on the battlefield, and their meritorious deeds have been solid. Your Jing'anhou's Mansion is not as good. Family background, Qin Zheng's current family fortune is all he started from scratch and accumulated. Your Lord Jinghou is not as good as him. In terms of appearance... "
Chu Yu paused, pretending to take a look at Lord Jing, and said with a sneer, "Forgive me, you are not as good as him. As for talent and learning, let's count him as slightly inferior, but it doesn't matter, so I will fold mine into one." Give it to him evenly, and it will win you a thousand chips."
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Marquis Jing was not a broad-minded person, and Marquis Jing An's mansion was glamorous on the outside, but in fact it was not. Now in his generation, it is already rotten inside. Barely holding up the front door. In Shangjing, where aristocratic families travel everywhere and courtiers are as numerous as dogs, it is really innumerable. Just like what Chu Yu said that day, Lord Hou Jing wanted to marry him probably because of the wealth of the Chu family.
The more this is the case, the more Marquis Jing can't hear people talking about himself so nakedly.
Chu Yu was born to be a child of a noble family, and he acquired a stunning talent. Even if he didn't speak, it was inevitable that he carried a bit of inherent arrogance. What's more, it's such deliberate sarcasm, a contemptuous look in the eyes, and a sneer with bent lips, as if all the dry bones under the fine clothes have been looked down upon, it makes one's teeth itch with hatred.
Master Jing must have felt so, his face darkened, and he pinched Chu Yu's chin with his hands again, forcing him to raise his head.
"Chu Yu, just look at where you are, are you really not afraid of death?"
Chu Yu raised his face and forced a mocking smile: "How can paper cover the flames? If you kill Chu Yu alone, I'm afraid you will have to destroy the nine clans to pay for it."
Lord Jing Hou sneered, showing a bit of gloom: "The left and right are nothing more than that, thanks to Qing, the Jing Anhou Mansion has collapsed. Barefoot still afraid of wearing shoes? But you, Second Master Chu..." Jing Master Hou's words stopped abruptly, the bleakness in his eyes turned into hatred, his fingertips caressed Chu Yu's face ambiguously, his eyes became more naked.
"To tell you the truth, with your temper, this Marquis doesn't like it. Just this face, it's a treasure from heaven. But you don't know good and evil, so it's no wonder that Ben Hou used some tricks." Lord Jing He said coldly, "It's a pity that Qin Zheng was cheaper last time. How does the medicine taste? I don't know how you wandered around seeking sex that day, and you got rid of people."
Chu Yu frowned, glanced at Lord Jing in disgust, turned away, and ignored him.
"It's okay, you said that I'm not as good as him in everything, now I want you to experience it carefully, whether Benhou is not as good as him!" Master Jing Hou sneered, grabbed Chu Yu's chin, and bit his lip hard.
Chu Yu's lips were cold, and when he was suddenly blocked by the warm and sticky lips of the other party, the hairs all over his body exploded from the excitement, and the nausea rushed straight to his heart. A slippery tongue tried to pry open his teeth, and the robe was torn off his shoulders, exposing his body to the air, causing a shiver.
Chu Yu gritted his teeth, the chain was pulled and rattled, and after a while, his wrist was torn and his flesh was bloody.
Master Jing squeezed his cheeks hard. Chu Yu groaned in pain, taking advantage of this moment, the tip of Lord Jing's tongue slipped in...
Lips and tongue made the sound of sticky water, Chu Yu tightly closed his eyes, his stomach churned. Lord Jing stuck his tongue into his throat several times, which made Chu Yu want to suffocate. As if feeling Chu Yu's powerless obedience, Lord Jing was pleased with himself, let go of the hand that restrained Chu Yu's jaw, and then reached into his skirt, stroking him down inch by inch.
Taking advantage of this moment, Chu Yu bit her teeth hard, and the sweet blood splashed all over her mouth in an instant.
"Oh!" Master Jing cried out in pain, stretched out his hand to pinch Chu Yu's neck, and kicked Chu Yu's soft waist fiercely because of the pain.
The severe pain made Chu Yu's mind go blank, and there was a fishy sweetness in his throat. The nausea just now seemed to come along with him. After he vomited a mouthful of blood, he curled up and slid down, sweating down the corner of his forehead. Already unconscious.
Lord Jing covered his mouth and gasped desperately. The tip of his tongue was bitten by Chu Yu. If he hadn't reacted quickly, his entire tongue might have been broken. Thinking of this, Lord Jing Hou was afraid for a while, and then his face became even more gloomy. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, raised his hand to lift the bucket beside him, and poured half of the bucket of cold water on Chu Yu's head.
In autumn, the weather is getting colder. Chu Yu was already afraid of the cold, and this half bucket of water could almost kill him. There was a stinging coldness in his bones. He slowly opened his eyes. The water got into his eyes, which were full of sourness, and everything in front of him became blurred. unclear.
Master Jing's sneer kept ringing in his ears, and he was slurring his words because of his tongue injury, but it was a bit weird and penetrating: "Second Master Chu is arrogant, what's the matter? Don't let me touch you? Okay... Alright, let's see how long you can last, there will always be a time when you cry and kneel at Benhou's feet begging Benhou to fuck you."
Chu Yu blinked her eyes, and finally shook off the water droplets hanging on her eyelashes. Hearing this, she glanced at Lord Jing and said nothing.
With just one look, there is endless contempt and ridicule, scorning Hou Jing's hopeless thoughts, laughing at Hou Jing's idiotic dream.
Lord Jing only felt a wave of blood rushing straight up from his stomach, and he said bitterly, "I wish I could poach your eyes." But he couldn't bear it, he still wanted to see the fear and helplessness in those eyes, the humiliation and begging, He wants to see these eyes weep and become pitiful and humble.
The secret room is dark and dark, with only a ray of light flickering from a white candle weeping...
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Master Chu is gone.
At home, Qu began to search in the city that night.
Qin Zheng only found out about this in the middle of the night. He didn't keep up with Chu Yu during the day, so he thought that he deliberately left him and went home, but unexpectedly he disappeared. After receiving the news from the Duke's Mansion, Qin Zheng didn't even have time to wear Zhou Zheng's clothes, so he went to the Duke's Mansion to inquire about the news.
How can a living person disappear for no reason. Even if Chu Yu really had something to do, he would definitely not leave without notifying his family. His real son was still at home waiting for his father to come home.
The more Qin Zheng thought about it, the more flustered he became. Finally, he returned to him from the battlefield, but he just let him disappear in front of his eyes. Thinking of seeing Chu Yu stepping down from the carriage at the end, he felt a heartbreaking regret. He should have followed him every step of the way.
After a sleepless night, Qin Zheng privately summoned him to return to the old department in Beijing and sent people to look for it when it was almost dawn. He vowed to turn Shangjing upside down, and he had to find him back.
Qingque Street.
There was an episode here yesterday, and it was very lively. Today is not as bustling as yesterday. In the early morning, there are very few stalls, but it is a bit deserted and quiet.
Dan Yu folded his hands in front of his face, heaved a sigh of relief, and rubbed his cold fingertips. Autumn in Beijing is also really cold.
Second Master Chu disappeared, and this matter has not alarmed the higher-ups for the time being. Qin Zheng searched for it all night, but Dan Yu knew about it. Hearing that Qin Zheng followed to Qingque West Street yesterday, Dan Yu came here early in the morning to take a look around. He knew that he was alone and weak, and he might not be able to help much, but seeing his brother's anxious look, he also thought that one more person was better than one less.
"Baozi~ Baozi~"
The yelling caught Dan Yu's attention. He glanced to the side, just in time for the steamed buns to come out of the pot. White steam rose in front of his eyes. It's mouth watering.
Dan Yu clutched Gu Lulu's stomach, subconsciously took two steps towards the stall.
The little guy who sold the buns greeted him: "You just came out of the cage, do you want to come?"
Dan Yu nodded, took out his silver and bought six of them.
The steaming steamed buns were wrapped in a folded parchment paper bag. He was walking while eating, and just rounded the corner when his neck tightened and he was yanked away.
"Oh!!" Dan Yu was startled, and subconsciously wanted to shout, but the bun in his mouth hindered his performance.
"Hush."
Dan Yu was slapped lightly on the back of the head, he tried hard to swallow the steamed stuffed bun, looked up, and there was a scholar-like person standing in front of him.
The scholar was wearing a loose green shirt, and his long hair was not neatly tied, strands of hair fell down his temples. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, a pair of sly eyes squinted as if he was not awake, his handsome face revealed a frivolous atmosphere everywhere, and he did not look like a serious scholar.
"Hey, friend next!" The book stretched out its long arms, hooked Dan Yu's neck, and said in a low voice, "You want to cut the painting?"
"What?" Dan Yu's neck sank, and he was smashed all over.
The scholar's original name was Lu Zhen, and he called himself Mr. Dongli because there was a pear tree with a crooked neck on the east side of his house. This person is very smart and has a photographic memory. Uninhibited by nature, free-spirited, lingering in the flowers all day, mixed with three thousand honors. Mr. Dongli is very good at painting and is known as ghost hand. He relied on this ability to make a living.
Right now, Mr. Dongli has just wandered out from the brothel overnight, and he caught sight of the steaming steamed bun in Dan Yu's hand.
"I don't want to..." Dan Yu struggled to regain his neck and shook his head.
The scholar smiled, his eyes were as cunning as a fox: "Little brother, don't reject it so quickly, take a look at my painting first, it must be a good thing you have never seen before."
Dan Yu was dragged to the corner by him, watching him stealthily take out a small notebook from his arms, on the cover he slapped a few words, Fengyue Baojian.
The scholar chuckled, and opened the picture book with an indescribable look. Ho! Huanfeiyanshou, in various poses, there are white beauties everywhere, all naked, doing many upside-down things, very eye-catching.
Dan Yu's face turned red, he quickly covered his eyes, and stammered: "No, no..."
The scholar bumped him with his elbow: "How is it? My friend, I see that I am destined to meet you, so I will give you this book. You just need to give me the bag of buns."
"I don't want it!" Dan Yu's ears turned red, and he turned to leave.
The scholar was stunned, seeing that he really didn't care at all, so he quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed him: "Hey, little brother. Many dignitaries and dignitaries of mine rushed to buy my Dongli's picture book all day long, what do you mean? ?”
Dan Yubi said like a snake and a scorpion: "I really don't like it, and I don't want to see it, even if your painting is so good?"
The scholar understood, put the Fengyue Baojian back into his bosom, and took out another copy from his sleeve pocket. This book has not yet been published. The scholar said: "It's a pity to give this to you. I only drew two or three copies, but seeing your kindness, I will give it to you!"
Dan Yu didn't want to pick it up at all, but the scholar forcibly opened it and stuffed it into his hand.
This time it's still white...but the brush strokes are obviously more delicate, and the two are going to Wushan together in the painting. Dan Yu took a glance and was about to close his eyes quickly, when suddenly his mind went blank and his eyes widened suddenly.
In the painting, Cheng Huan has shaved shoulders and willow waist, graceful and graceful, his shape is better than ice and snow, and his appearance is ashamed as a flower. It's just a smoky and charming attitude, with tears in the corners of the eyes, long eyebrows furrowed, and a strand of black hair biting in the mouth, this kind of attitude is too uncontrollable.
But such a first-class face is unforgettable. Dan Yu gasped, his fingers trembling.
The scholar said proudly, "How is it? Is it the right taste this time?"
Dan Yu didn't care to blush, grabbed the scholar's wrist, thought for a while and said: "You... you lie to me, use such fabricated things to fool me, how can anyone have such a beautiful appearance?"
The scholar raised his eyebrows, and said: "How can I lie to you, firstly, I painted it vividly, and secondly, the person in this painting is born extremely beautiful, if it is said that the person in this painting is more elegant."
Dan Yu said, "I don't believe it, when will you see it?"
The scholar patted Dan Yu on the head: "Little brother, brother, I have never forgotten my pictures. Even if I can't draw 100% of the pictures, I can still draw 90% of them. Just look at the beauty I saw yesterday. The clothes should belong to some noble person, so you carefully put away this painting, don't let others see it, so as not to cause trouble."
Dan Yu covered the painting and asked, "Is it really like this? How did you see it then?"
The scholar snatched away the paper bag from Dan Yu's arms, took out the bun from inside, ate and said, "I saw it in the last episode, it seems that I went shopping in Yanziyan Alley, there is an old man weaving bamboo. No How old is it, and I happened to see that beauty being helped away, and the two of them got very close, ho, that's the person in the painting." He poked the other side of the painting with his oily finger. a man.
Dan Yu's heart skipped a beat, he put the painting in his arms and left.
The scholar gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun in the back and said vaguely, "My friend, come back if you're good at masturbating..."
Dan Yu staggered and ran away without looking back.