After the rebirth, Aijia and Bamboo Horseshoe printed him

6 Slave

It was also the first day of February, and Qi Yu came out of the silkworm room with the instruments of torture. He didn't know that what passed him by was the dust raised by the carriages of beautiful girls.

The prisoners wear 35-jin wooden shackles on their hands and feet. The flesh on the outside is slowly polished by the friction of walking, and the bones inside are faintly exposed.

The fifth child of the Qi family was in poor health since he was a child. When he was studying, he suffered from headaches and headaches every three days. He couldn't survive the third day of exile, and the seventh child died in the prison directly after being sentenced.Qi Yu didn't know if they were buried or not, but at night, listening to the crying and struggling voices of the strange female prisoners who were traveling with her, she held tightly the hand of the last youngest brother.

When the willows in the south were newly green, they finally reached Zhenbei Pass.

This is the northernmost part of Daning, where the temperature is below zero for nine months of the year, with snow in June and frost in October.Half of the prisoners died when they walked on the road, and they saved their winter clothes, which were considered cheap for those who survived.

A single padded jacket couldn't withstand the cold wind, so Qi Yu gave the extra jacket to his eighth younger brother Qi Yuan to wear on the way. It was even worse outside the pass, and he had to move bricks and stones to build the Great Wall, regardless of the work of adults and children.

Qi Yu is only a 15-year-old boy. He barely completes his own tasks. Coupled with his younger brother's endless work, he can't see the end day after day. It's really tormenting.

Qi Yuan didn't say anything in his eyes, endured the humiliation and survived all the way, but suddenly hanged himself on the tenth day outside the pass.

When he died, he was wearing only unlined clothing. Later, Qi Yu found two cotton-padded jackets left by his younger brother under his straw bed in the shed.

It was too cold, his facial features seemed to be frozen, he couldn't cry, even his face was stiff.

The soil outside the pass is as hard as a rock. After a day's work, they often have no strength to turn such solid ground.Qi Yu could only dig a little every day, and after more than half a month, he finally dug a pit that could bury a person. Fortunately, the corpse was not easy to rot in the cold weather, so it was safe for the child to bury himself in the ground.

He lived in a shed with several slaves who were also exiled. After Qi Yuan died, another person came to live in him soon. It was always like this. When someone died, someone else came. It's ten people.

Here, people lose the meaning of being human. For the superiors, they are numbers representing the labor force, but in the eyes of these people, they are just numb faces.

In the third month after arriving at Zhenbeiguan, the supervisor ordered Qi Yu and his team to repair Lianyabao.

The Huns in the north fell apart after the death of the former Beidi King. The northern border of Daning had not experienced a decent battle for more than ten years. It is not building a wall fortress, but building a residence.

After the case of Princess Jingjia, the prince Chu Chengyuan became more and more careful in his actions, but Emperor Taiping still found an excuse for his disrespect.

Lianyabao is located in a remote place. Originally the biggest official was a small Baihu. After the abolished prince came, he lived in Baihu's house, and lived in a small courtyard with a dozen servants and servants.The eunuch Wan Ping, who was sent to escort him by order, looked pitiful and couldn't bear it, so he asked someone to build a house that looked past.

"Your Highness, what else do you need? The slaves will send someone to prepare." Wan Ping followed Chu Chengyuan half a step behind, welcoming the group into the new residence.

Wan Ping came out of the Queen's Palace and walked to the imperial court, and Chu Chengyuan was raised under the Queen's lap since he was a child. Now that the sky is high and the emperor is far away, he wants to let the old master suffer less.

"It's already very good." Chu Chengyuan smiled, and followed the few plum blossoms by the wall to look at the bony dead branches.

Having said that, the courtyard is simple and crude, the border is bitterly cold, there is no water pavilion in the garden, only a few evergreen trees are planted in the courtyard, and a few red plums stand by the wall.

Wan Ping shook his head: "Your Highness is joking."

"One more thing."

Chu Chengyuan paused, turned his head and saluted, Wan Ping hurriedly turned to the side, not daring to accept it, the two of them politely rejected each other a few times before Chu Chengyuan said the next sentence.

"I heard that Teacher Qi's family members were also exiled here. If there are still people alive, please take them with you."

Qi Yunzhi's rebellion was to help Chu Chengyuan rise to power, if he wanted to save the remnants of the Qi family, he couldn't bring those surnamed Qi with him, otherwise the superior would have to doubt his intentions.

But those people have been tortured, and it is common for eunuchs to bring them back to the palace. Although they are also slaves, they don’t have to suffer at the frontier, and they are looked after by Jane’s eunuch, the eunuch who is in the heart of the emperor. good fortune.

Wan Ping didn't hesitate much, he nodded his head in agreement, said that there were other matters, said goodbye and left the mansion.

Chu Chengyuan settled down at home, leaned on the bed with a book, and felt bored for a while.

In fact, he is not very willing to mention Qi Huizhi, although he has always respected this person, and the two got along well when they were masters and apprentices. He is also willing to remember the past friendship and help Qi Huizhi's family when he has spare energy.

But... how should I put it, he also backed down countless times, resenting that these people rebelled against his will, and finally got out of hand and got involved countless times, and then he gradually understood what Qi Huizhi was thinking.

He expects that the prince handed over by himself will ascend to the throne, and then he will have a period of real harmony between the monarch and his ministers, reform, rejuvenation, and finally leave his name in history.

Qi Huizhi wanted Chu Chengyuan to become emperor more than anyone else, but at the same time, for the former prince and grand teacher, if the prince could not become emperor, it would be no different from death.

He doesn't care how miserable they will end up after failure, he doesn't care about himself and his relatives, let alone the prince himself, he only cares that if he doesn't act, the prince will not be the emperor.

Just as Chu Chengyuan was thinking about something, the servant who served him came up to him with the sound of footsteps and called him softly.

"Your Highness, the eunuch under Wan Zhangyin brought someone here and said he is the person you are looking for. Do you want to meet him now? Or send him directly to Wan Zhangyin?"

Chu Chengyuan sat up from the step: "He? Is he alone?"

"Yes. It is said that the others are all dead, and there is only one named Qi Yu left."

Chu Chengyuan was silent for a moment, and felt that the name was vaguely familiar. After thinking about it, he had indeed heard of him.

Although this person is far away in a small county, Qi Yu has been heard by many people from afar as he is so young and the nephew of a high official in the court.

such a pity……

"Send him in."

In July outside the customs, the weather finally became milder. Qi Yu walked in wearing a dusty rough linen jacket, knelt down, and bent down deeply with his body and head.

"I have met His Highness, Your Highness Wan An."

The 15-year-old boy was just growing taller, and the long and thin branch turned into a bony branch after being weathered.

Chu Chengyuan originally wanted to persuade him as a degenerate person, and let him go to the palace to be a servant with peace of mind. After all, a person has to live as he has become, and accepting his fate, maybe he can still live out his life. Come on.

It can be seen that he seems to have compromised a long time ago, with a standard slave posture, showing no reconciliation in his body, Chu Chengyuan felt bored again.

What's the point of living like this?Once the crown prince was exiled and imprisoned, he was only reduced to a commoner, and the young man with a promising future became something worse than a pig and a dog.

He sighed, and didn't say anything more. He only asked Qi Yu to follow Wan Ping from now on, and called someone to take him to clean up. He didn't bother to listen to the servant's words of gratitude, so he just told him to go down.

Qi Yu was taken to wash up by the servant girl in the mansion. He hadn't had a serious bath for more than half a year, and his body was really ugly. He asked for an extra basin of water in embarrassment, and finally cleaned himself up.

Today, the country is governed by filial piety. Two years later, the empress dowager's [-]th birthday, the emperor will definitely pardon the world. Qi Yu originally planned to stay for another two years, and then he would be able to return to the customs freely.Afterwards, he went to the princes and ministers' homes as slaves, and the slaves of the duke's family were much more powerful than others. Then he went to the Goulan Church to look for them one by one, and redeemed his aunt and sisters.

It was two years earlier than planned, but Qi Yu only relaxed for a while.The corpse of the eighth brother hanging from the beam seemed to be chasing after him, he just wanted to hurry up and hurry up, and save them before it was too late.

In another month, Wan Ping went through Zhenbei Pass up and down. After investigating the situation of soldiers and horses inside and outside the pass, he sent a special postman from the Overwatch Council to hurry up and send the documents to be submitted to the emperor to Beijing. Taking Qi Yu with him, he slowly returned to Beijing with the large army.

Following the eunuch in charge of the imperial horse supervisor who was second only to the supervisor of ceremonies among the twelve yamen, Qi Yu enjoyed a luxury that he had never enjoyed before he was convicted.

Wherever you go along the way, there are local officials nodding and bowing down to entertain, gold, silver, jade, calligraphy, painting and antiques, and even sending women to Wanping houses.

Wan Ping never refused anyone who came with money and silk, but when he met a woman, he immediately drove them out with a black face. Later officials found out what he liked after inquiring, so they only gave gold and silver.

At night, Wan Ping asked Qi Yu to wait on his pen and ink, and while recording the bribes of the officials in the account book, he talked casually.

"His Royal Highness asked me to take you because he wanted me to teach you. You are a son of a son, and you have a reputation. I think you are a bit arrogant. I will not ask you if you are willing to be a descendant. I will just treat you as an apprentice." Bar."

Qi Yuwen stopped grinding the ink, took a half step back, bent over and bowed his hands, performed the teacher's salute earnestly, and called Master again.

Wan Ping could not help being a little happy to see him orderly and orderly, but he had a three-pointed sincerity towards this cheap apprentice.

"You became a monk halfway, and I won't tell you more about it. Just one point, the glory and wealth of us are all tied to His Majesty. The family has a long family, and officials can form factions. We only have masters. This is our pity, but it is also ours. confidence."

In the middle of Wan Ping's speech, he just finished memorizing the details of the bribery gifts in the past few days, closed the booklet and called the accompanying military attendant, and sent someone to the Beijing Central Supervisory Court. After finishing this part, he turned to talk to Qi Yu.

"Because we rely on His Majesty for everything, His Majesty naturally trusts us. It's just that His Majesty has a lot to do every day, and many small things are just a nuisance. As for us, we should just submit it to the governor."

Wan Ping leaned back on the chair, squinting at him with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Although the governor is not the master, we have to respect him, which is the same as respecting the master."

Qi Yu didn't speak, just nodded.

The power of the capital far below the emperor's feet gradually spread before his eyes, and he also vaguely saw a vague shadow standing behind the shining golden real dragon emperor.

It was Wan Ping's godfather, the powerful Daning who was nine thousand years old, the eunuch in charge of the ceremonial supervisor, and the admiral of the Overwatch Council - Wan Min.