Chapter 207: for slavery, end of the road, opportunity for union

Ziling Chu was awakened by cold water.

The cold water was rancid and greasy, probably from washing pots and pans, because the smell of pot grease that followed almost made Ziling Chu vomit.

After the visitor woke him up, he turned and left, locking the door with a big lock on the ding-dong.

Ziling Chu choked and coughed twice, and sewage mixed with acid reflux flowed out of the corners of his mouth, from his stomach to the mouth of his throat, all contracted into a ball, burning and astringent.

He vaguely recalled that he was caught by the Nan Southern mission and beaten up and knocked unconscious because he was trying to escape from the post where he had landed.

This is obviously the work of skilled hands, all the wounds on his body will not hurt, but enough for him to move and roll his eyes in pain.

Yang Kang in front of others is a dignified Confucian look, but in fact is very sinister.

After Ziling Chu was captured by his men, he gently tapped the leg of his glasses with the small fan he had with him and said gently, "I was entrusted by my friend to bring you back alive, but I didn't say I wouldn't bring you back as a stick. Next time you run, you better hope you can escape, if not, I will bring you back in pieces. My good friend hates you, so I'm sure I won't be blamed for not doing a good job."

Ziling Chu lifted his swollen, painful eyelids and rose with difficulty, wiping away the smudges running across his face.

He is now in an empty hut, a dog-like chain around his neck, 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.

Ziling Chu was blue in the face.

His belly is very urgent, but long wait for no one to come, shouting no one answered, and do not want to stain the only pair of pants, so I had to grit my teeth in the corner to solve.

After he forced his shame and solved the hygiene problem with a small stick in the corner, he began a long and horrible wait.

No one paid any attention to him, no one spoke to him.

The only proof that he is not being held here to death is the rancid food that is brought in daily.

He was given only two meals a day, and each time he was given only a moment to eat, and at that point, a Nan Southern-looking man would come through the door with a blank face and take away the plates and bowls.

Ziling Chu also knows how to behave, swallowing every time, and forcing himself to swallow half full.

He can't die yet.

Yang Kang said that he knew Sha Ai.

He had to live to see Sha Ai, even if it was the unknown lieutenant.

There must be a misunderstanding, as long as he can explain it, he still has a chance to turn the tide!

But as he gulped down his food like a wild boar, he thought of the exquisite snacks in the general's residence and the not-so-luxurious but delicious hot meals he had eaten with Tingyun Shi, and the rice in his mouth added a bit more of a sour taste.

Realizing this, Ziling Chu would lift his hand, which was covered with rancid food residue, and slap himself in the face to clear his head.

What's the point of thinking about it?

He still has a future, there is hope, as long as he can grasp, there will be a chance to rise again, and why look back on the past glory like a poor ragamuffin?

On the sixth day of his captivity, his mind was already in a trance.

When the door was pulled open from the outside, Ziling Chu, who was leaning against the wall, twitched his eyelids and instinctively crawled on his hands and knees toward the door to get his meal.

The room was full of odors that made the visitor frown and gestured for two men to come in and remove the object from Ziling Chu's neck.

Ziling Chu was fed twice a day with rancid food, making her weak and unable to struggle, and she was left to be handled like a sick dog.

He was stripped naked, hastily pressed into the hot water, being brushed roughly from head to tail with a bristle brush, the hot bath that is common in Central Plains, called his dirt-filled pores have been opened, but gave him a feeling of floating, wanting to drown in the pleasure.

Ziling Chu, like a dizzy chicken, was put into a crude linen shirt and shoved into the front hall when his wits, sleepy from hunger and injury, returned a little.

He looked to the person sitting at the end of the hall.

It was a strange martial artist, with one eye wrapped in white cloth, whom Ziling Chu had never seen before.

Must be an insignificant person, he thought.

With this in mind, Ziling Chu reluctantly straightened up and asked, "Are you Sha Ai ?"

The first kick came from behind and sent him sprawling to the ground.

The boy cursed in Nan Southern, and then said, "Who are you? How dare you call Lord Sha Ai by his name?"

The man on top waved his hand and looked at the man whose face was so swollen that he could no longer see his formerly handsome profile: "You are Ziling Chu?"

Ziling Chu endured his nest egg and said, "Yes. My Lord."

"I heard that you are from a slave family?" The man took a sip of wine, "It doesn't look like it."

Ziling Chu said, "I am not a slave, I am a slave by choice."

"Oh?"

As he had hoped, the man did take some interest.

Ziling Chu straightened his sore back, wanting to wait for him to ask why he was willing to degrade himself and sell himself into slavery.

The man took another sip of wine and turned his words to a contemptuous harrumph: "...... off my ass."

He leaned down and asked Ziling Chu, "Do you know who I am?"

Ziling Chu : " Sha Ai ......"

"Sety Sha Ai." The man's hawk-like eyes were fixed on Ziling Chu, "My uncle is Ibu Sha Ai, my father died early and my uncle brought me up. Do you recognize him?"

Hearing that familiar name, Ziling Chu's whole body relaxed.

He thought that the "Sha Ai" that Yang Kang spoke of happened to be the same as the Sha Ai he knew, so perhaps he had an axe to grind and was trying to bring himself here to ruin his ladder to the top.

Now that he knew that this person was a close relative of Sha Ai and had benefited him, Ziling Chu decided that it was just a misunderstanding and even replied in a lighter tone: "I know. If you don't believe me, you can take me to see your uncle. He will give you an explanation."

Seti Sha Ai stared intently into his eyes, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "You want to go see him?"

Ziling Chu Seeing the hidden grimace in his expression, he felt that something was wrong somewhere: "I ......"

Before he could finish, a cup of hot wine exploded in Ziling Chu's face along with the wine glass: "You killed my uncle, and now you have the face to say that you want him to give you an explanation? What are you? You are a small spy, a lowly slave, and you want to step on my uncle and General Sha Pa's life to climb up the ladder when you see Central Plains gaining power.

Ziling Chu's mind was shaken, and he felt his brain roaring as if he had been trampled by a horse's hoof for several rounds.

Sha Ai is dead? Why is this person saying so strongly that it is related to himself?

Without thinking about it, Ziling Chu heard an angry order from the top: "Drag this ungrateful slave down, brand his face with a slave mark, break his legs, and throw him to the prison, where he will know what to do with him!

Ziling Chu did not dare to play games anymore and struggled to get up: "Then do you know who I am?"

Sha Ai : "Who do I care who you are?"

Ziling Chu was afraid that if he had any more scruples, he would have lost everything, so he hissed and broke his identity: "I am the royal son of Nan Southern! If you dare to touch me, the King of Nan Southern will not let you go!"

Sha Ai was stunned, looked him up and down, and then let out a loud laugh, bent over with joy.

"What a madman! You say it's the Prince of Nan Southern, what's the proof?"

Ziling Chu : "I have a piece of Nan Southern King's jade to prove my identity!"

"Where is Jade?"

Ziling Chu stalled, the tip of his heart throbbed again: "I did, but I was thrown into the Cangjiang River by that Yang Kang ......"

Sha Ai laughed again, making Ziling Chu's body chill: "I ...... really have jade! If you don't believe me, there should be a letter from your uncle with the jade depicted on it!"

Sha Ai's one eye was already filled with a cold light of mockery: "Yes. There is a picture of jade in that letter, and my uncle must have believed it, but who knows if you are an imitation? You made a piece of jade out of your red lips, and you want me to believe you? You are so cunning and scheming that you have swindled my uncle, General Wu, and General Sha Pa.

Ziling Chu heart gradually frozen into a piece of ice.

The three of them, Sha Ai, may not have even told the others their true identities.

So who else can prove his identity?

He racked his brain, thought around and found that Jade was gone and all the people who could testify for him were dead.

Why did ...... turn out like this?! Why?

Realizing that his cards were destroyed, Ziling Chu's voice was not as strong as before, but more of a faltering plea.

He held on to the last ray of hope and said in a piteous voice, "Your uncle ...... and Sha Pa , and ...... and Yichun Wu , then did not talk to you ... ..."

"Yuck!" A mouthful of spittle spat straight into Ziling Chu's face, "You still have the face to mention the three of them? Who do you want to insult when you put it on the stage that there is no proof of death?"

He no longer wanted to bother with this man, in Ziling Chu "you go check again, ask" pleading and wailing, signaling two slaves to throw him out the door.

Sha Ai repeatedly urged: "Keep him alive, don't let him seek death! I want him to know what it means to be a slave."

......

The river breeze, the yellow leaves into the river, upstream and downstream, feel the autumn colors together.

Yuanzhao Yan found Tingyun Shi on the banks of the Cangjiang River.

He sat in the absence of sunlight and landed on one foot on a dirt depression, hitting the water with gravel.

The shattered stone chipped out diagonally, jumped out several steps in a slight spin on the water, and then disappeared in the gentle river.

He sat down next to Tingyun Shi, took a small piece of peanut candy out of his pocket, peeled off the paper and fed it into his mouth without saying a word.

The sweet aroma of peanuts and caramel melted in his mouth, giving Tingyun Shi a smile: "Thank you, Sixth Prince, for the reward."

"Thank you, my ass." Yuanzhao Yan tossed the sugar paper into the river, " Nan Southern over there is the first time to take the initiative to admit surrender, in order to truce, Nan Southern king also intends to marry the princess into the dynasty, the name says to show friendship, to put it bluntly, is a peace marriage."

Yuanzhao Yan said this with pleasure in his voice.

"To whom is it promised?"

"I don't know. But there are only a few royal sons of the right age. From what Nan Southern King said, he likes the 13th brother, right?"

Yuanzhao Yan deliberately observed Tingyun Shi's expression and said with a smile: "Thirteenth brother is at the right age, this time has built a great merit, should be rewarded. The princess Nan Southern, because of her bloodline, may not be the first wife, but she is more than enough to be a side wife. The king of Nan Southern is also smart, one to show goodwill, two to pull in, before the table said, to choose Heng Yuan as son-in-law."

He watched Tingyun Shi's reaction and said with a long sigh, "-Pity the princess, who has to be matched with a bored gourd."

Tingyun Shi but did not say anything.

Yuanzhao Yan was bored, but he wanted to tease Tingyun Shi again, so he looked around and found something new: "...... What is that?"

Tingyun Shi raised his eyes for a moment.

It is a nearby aboriginal family in the riverside goose, seven or eight white and fat geese gathered together in the eider.

Tingyun Shi lowered his head, "Don't look, that's your brother Goose."

Yuanzhao Yan : "...... ah? What does it mean?"

Tingyun Shi said, "Compared to them you are a brother's meaning."

Yuanzhao Yan was aroused by his words, "Isn't it the meat duck raised by the villagers? I'll go catch two of them and give you a drink tonight."

Tingyun Shi looked up at him, "For your own good, I advise you not to go."

Yuanzhao Yan has already changed back to the usual wear of expensive purple robe, sniffing, he daintily neaten the hem of his coat, pat a lapel belt hanging money bag: "You worry about the sixth master eat free food ah."

Tingyun Shi said, "No. You'd better rest. By the way I see it, your fighting power is less than half a goose."

Yuanzhao Yan gave a "tsk", apparently unconvinced, jumped up, and went to the geese not far away.

Xiaochi Chi watched Yuanzhao Yan go to his death, smiled gently, and used a flat stone to hit a series of water drift.

He said to Tingyun Shi inside him, "I'm going to go."

To be honest, he didn't really want to go because of that thinly veiled agreement with Lou Shadow.

But the problem is that in the past few days, Ziling Chu's remorse value is in a state of complete spurt, one inattentive to the point of nearly full value, in order to redeem the card, Xiaochi Chi every day can not even sleep well, all thinking about how to redeem the card, the quality of life and liver function have been significantly reduced.

"It doesn't matter if I hurt my soul a little, at least there's money to be made. You don't have to punish yourself for the mistakes he made." Xiaochi Chi gossiped with him, "Can you blame yourself for the growth of a human being on a good chicken?"

Tingyun Shi laughed.

Just laughter Xiaochi Chi inaudible.

Xiaochi Chi continued his small talk without responding to the target: "By the way. Back in the General's residence, when I had not yet received the world line, I had a match with Ziling Chu. At that time, why didn't you have any killing intent towards him?"

Tingyun Shi : "......" because you have to complete the task, if suddenly shot to kill him, the task will not be completed. At that time, I thought I should cooperate with you, so ......

Speaking of which, he was a bit apologetic.

Xiaochi Chi's competition with Ziling Chu was a test of his emotions to see if the "mission" he wanted was really Ziling Chu.

However, due to his excessive restraint, he almost misled Xiaochi Chi.

Tingyun Shi wanted to apologize to Xiaochi Chi and explain the reason, but Xiaochi Chi, as if he knew what was on his mind, said casually, "I don't want to know the answer. I asked you this question, and it's up to you to come up with an answer."

Tingyun Shi : "......" eh?

Xiaochi Chi: "When he is still here, you force yourself to restrain; after he is gone, what are you going to do with yourself?"

Tingyun Shi is silent.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of what Yuanzhao Yan had mentioned earlier.

...... Heng Yuan , is going to get married ah.

Tingyun Shi was just thinking about that person when a silent figure sat down beside him.

Yuanheng Yan has been watching Tingyun Shi from behind for a while.

He had a very inexplicable urge to go up and hold his hand and wipe his dirty hands clean.

But Yuanheng Yan is still the Yuanheng Yan of strict self-restraint, and eventually settled down in a disciplined manner.

He asked Tingyun Shi, "Who are you talking to?"

In just one instant, Xiaochi Chi skillfully changed into Tingyun Shi's expression Tingyun Shi's tone, raised his hand and pointed, changing the subject: "Look, Zhao Yuan."

Yuanheng Yan took a look before he recognized Yuanzhao Yan, who was surrounded by large wings in the distance and was screaming in agony.

He was a little surprised: "The sixth royal brother ......"

Tingyun Shi laughs, "Don't go over there. He's catching the goose."

Yuanheng Yan : "...... hmm."

The two men watched the goose fly side by side, both in silence,.

Tingyun Shi looked at him and smiled, " Heng Yuan , congratulations on the marriage."

Yuanheng Yan was surprised: "What?"

Tingyun Shi: " Nan Southern Princess ah."

Yuanheng Yan, who had wanted to talk to Tingyun Shi, wasn't very keen on spending his time with strangers and frowned slightly, "...... what Princess Nan Southern?"

Tingyun Shi : " The king of Nan Southern wants to make peace and wants to give the princess of Nan Southern to you as a side concubine, don't you know?"

Yuanheng Yan's face changed instantly: "...... What did you say?"