Chapter 10: Conscience is not revenge and suffering

The weeping weeping of the girl was intermittent, and the crowd gathered again for a while and then dispersed.
A pair of thin coffins seldom requires two or two silvers and other expenses, and at least four or two silvers are needed to bury the elderly. All the farmers came to the market. Neither girl was needed in the family, nor was she willing to take out such a sum of money.
The girl's cry of helplessness spread so far, although the people who stopped a little later often left in a hurry.
Although the weather in March was still a little cool, the people on the scooter had already issued a bad smell. In this bustling crowd, the girl was kneeling helplessly like this, and even the crying was diluted by the continuous yelling.
Qi Yanli was shoved from time to time by people passing by in the same place, and the pain in her heart was uneasy. She glanced again at the girl and turned away.
Back to the small courtyard, Qi Yan cut his paper and researched ink. He just grabbed an article and wrote it in his mind. The pen-shaped pen sharply revealed a repressive tyranny. It didn't return to the gentle and mellow in the past until the full three big sheets were written. Pen body.
Qi Yan put down his writing brush and exhaled the staleness in his chest, looking at the verdict in the book case, if the manuscripts of the two were a little irritable: but seeing the son of the enemy was so out of control, the real number should not be.
She sighed again, picked up the manuscript and threw it into the stove in the temple room, and went back to the room to lie on the bed.
The weather in Yunzhou in March changed, and it was still windy and sunny in the daytime, and it rained heavily in the evening. Qi Yan, who was lying on the bed as a lightning struck the sky, suddenly sat up and covered her ears.
"Boom!"
Mu Lei seemed to be blasting the sky, and Qi Yan shrank to the corner of the bed. In the neat room, a pungent animal flavour fluttered from the air, and Qi Yan lay on the bed in pain and vomited.
The prairie prince Qiyan Agula is not afraid of thunder, and wind, fire and thunder are all gifts from the gods. But 'Wei Guoren' Qi Yan was afraid of thunder and lightning.
In the past five years, Master Qi Yan came to her room every time thunderstorms occurred, and asked her sharply with thunder: What did you see when you returned to the grassland again? The black mask flickered under the lightning, and the hoarse, unpleasant sound stabbed Qi Yan's chest like a sharp knife.
I don't know how many rains have rained in the middle, thunderstorm days have become Qi Yan's living nightmare completely. Even today, if Qi Yan's mood is unstable, he will even hallucinate when he listens to thunder.
"Where's the king's tent?" Qi Yan's eyes flashed the picture five years ago. Countless animals trampled on the thick dung. The animals in the air had a strong taste but could not find the familiar king's account. .
Qi Yan shook his head in pain and stumbled out. Large raindrops hit her face and dispelled her hallucinations.
She ran tiredly and lay on her back to the muddy ground, letting the mud get half of her body into her ears.
She is respectful, afraid, and hated of the masked person ... The masked person often falls into madness but never feels embarrassed.
In fact, Qi Yan has hardly lost his posture in the past year or two, and he can restrain himself even when he sees hallucinations. Just seeing the son of the enemy today disturbed her state of mind, plus another thing she was pressing and not facing.
Qi Yan got up and walked towards the city with a sloppy step. Due to the heavy rain, the bazaar was scattered, and she saw the young girl of Shicai at a glance: she was struggling with the reins of the scooter. Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, relieved a certain unknown corner of his heart a lot. She walked up quickly and called out, "Girl."
The girl stopped and raised her hands and wiped her eyes. A embarrassed young man stood in front of her. Judging by his height, he should be 16 or 7 years old, but the childlike features do not look very similar.
Seeing that the girl was silent, Qi Yan took the initiative and said, "I rented a small courtyard on the outskirts of the city. If you can trust it, follow me first to avoid the rain."
Upon hearing that, the girl's nose sobbed back sadly: "But my dad ..." She had nowhere to stand for a few days, all because it was considered unlucky by others.
"The deceased is respected. I don't know how long the rain will last. Would the girl follow me?"
The girl nodded, Qi Yan took the rein and tied it to herself and grabbed the handrail. The girl exclaimed: "The son is absolutely necessary, let's come to the slave family!"
"My feet are quicker, and the girl is keeping up."
The girl was so tired and hesitant that she didn't quit, she walked along the side of the scooter and wiped her tears from time to time.
The girl who returned to the small courtyard was reluctant to lift the body into the house, and the two hands moved the firewood in the shed to the hall and pushed the trolley into the shed before returning to the house.
The young girl thanked her and shrank her arms aside, her loneliness and the loneliness of a lonely man and a lonely woman inevitably disturbing her.
Qi Yan was clear, went into the house and took a clean dress and handed it to the girl: "There is ready-made hot water in the pot, and the bathtub is behind the screen. You must wash it and keep cold. I'll go and clean up Westinghouse first. Call me. "
After half an hour, Qi Yan returned to the house, and her clothes were slightly loose on the girl.
"My son." The girl put the hot net cloth in her hands, Qi Yan thanked and wiped the mud on her face.
The girl quietly looked up and lowered her head quickly.
"Dare to ask the girl, how much does the burial order cost?"
The girl suddenly raised her head and looked at Qi Yan in disbelief, kneeling on the ground with a "thump". Qi Yan finally lifted up the patient and patiently waited for the other side to stop crying and repeated.
The girl answered with sobbing, "Just a thin coffin, a little paper money, a plate of dry food, if the son has mercy on a hardwood board as a monument."
"How much silver and silver do you need?"
"Ben two or two is enough, but a slave girl can't handle it, and you need to hire a few strong men to help plan the soil to lift the coffin. It is estimated that there will be three ... two hundred copper plates."
The girl said to kneel again, but fortunately Qi Yan was ready to help her, "Don't do that."
"Son son, the slave family is willing to serve the son for the life of the slave. The slave family is an innocent farmer for generations! To be buried, the father and the slave family will follow the son to the government office to sign and draw.
Qi Yan turned into the room, opened the cage, took out the money bag and poured it out. There were only one or two. She took out all the contents of the cage again, and touched the dark lock to open it. She lifted the bottom plate, and the dark grid was covered with a layer of broken silver. Before leaving, the masked man gave Qi Yan fifty-two pieces of broken silver and two bronze coins for the examination and travel.
Qi Yan took out two pieces and put them in his hands for at least four or two. He covered the dark board and recovered the things.
She handed the money bag to the girl: "There should be five or two here. You should take it. When tomorrow rain stops at the paper shop in the city, find the boss to negotiate the price and entrust him to handle it. Township entanglement. You live in Westinghouse today, and I have taken out my bedding. "
"My son ..."
Qi Yan snatched the road and said, "I don't like to serve people and I don't need girls to be slaves. There is an umbrella near the door, so don't send it."
Seeing the girl standing still, Qi Yan frowned and said coldly, "I'm short, girl, let's go."
The girl really didn't understand why the kind-hearted boy's mood changed so quickly. The question was filled with Qi Yan's slightly disgusted cold expression. He turned around with his money bag and left, even forgetting the umbrella. Westinghouse.
Qi Yan dropped the latch and reheated the water, leaned against the edge of the wooden barrel, closed her eyes and sighed, and said to herself silently: This is the last time she has mercy on the Wei people, right to ... Kindness.
Qi Yan felt better when she figured it out. She looked down at a lifelike wolf king's head stabbed on her flat chest. I don't know why Master agreed to her request to keep a little mark ...
The rising heat blinded the amber eyes, and the shaking water distorted the expression of the wolf king. Inside that chest was a heart pierced by hate vines, dripping with blood and beating.
The next day.
The girl got up at dawn and prepared breakfast for Qi Yan, but when she went to the east house, she found the door was locked. Remembering the other girl's cold eyes last night, the girl quietly left the courtyard, and found the paper-making shop in Yunzhou City to negotiate the price with the shopkeeper according to Qi Yan, and led four guys to carry a thin coffin and put their father into the concubine. The shopkeeper also heard about the funeral of his father at the market yesterday. He was very merciful. When he saw the girl alone, he asked his buddy to help him snore.
The girl came to the door of Qi Yan again, and the door was still locked. She knelt and smiled at the door with a bitter smile.
The girl waited for a while to see Qi Yan speechless, then worshiped three steps and left in a step. Until the small courtyard completely disappeared into the field of vision, she still couldn't believe that someone who was so kind and unrequited had let herself meet, maybe God bless it? Or did the immortal hear his begging for help?
She couldn't help but think about Qi Yan's face, but unfortunately the darkness in the house last night, coupled with his muddy body, did not look real, only those amber eyes were deeply pierced in her heart.
On April 3, the gate of Tong Sheng Yuan opened.
The scale of this year's childbirth test is unprecedented, because the emperor who always advocated frugality the other day built a mansion of the same size as the prince for the ten-year-old Nangong Jingnv, and gave it the title: 蓁 蓁.
Many people are speculating whether the emperor will open Enke, so many students who have not yet obtained childhood status rush in this year.
Why is this princess princess so favored? The reason is even a little bit known to ordinary people.
When the imperial emperor Nangong let a total of nine sons and three daughters under his knees, this Nangong Jingnv was the only bleeding vein, and his status was naturally noble.
Nangong made him deeply affectionate with his wife, Ma, when he was still the prime minister, and he had a daughter for many years after marriage, which was the princess.
Unfortunately, Ma's daughter died shortly afterwards. Nangong asked Dazheng to sacrifice his dead wife for one day, and then renamed the former Donggong to rename and rename it "Weiyang Palace."
It has been nearly ten years since the death of Empress Ma the Nangong has been vacant. I heard that a concubine presided over the harem, and it seems that there is no plan to establish it.
Nangong Jingnv also has two sisters who have been proclaimed. They have called each other: the maid, the concubine, the two have passed the age, but they have not got the title, let alone set up a government. Even the people all said: If this princess princess is a man, he must be the best candidate for the crown prince.
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