Chapter 68:

Zhou Zixi had a very happy childhood. He was born in a wealthy family in the Wei Kingdom.
Brothers and friends at home are respectful, and parents are kind.
He has read poetry and books since he was a child, and he became famous as a teenager.
Because of his beauty and poems, he was regarded as Shaoqing's left envoy at a young age and followed his father in and out of the court.
However, Dog Rong's cavalry smashed the weak Wei State. Smashed the dreams of countless people.
There are no eggs under the covering nest, and the mountains and rivers are broken overnight, and the family is broken and people die.
As a literati who had no power to restrain the chicken, he did not even have the opportunity to resist, and fell from the clouds into the mud by surprise.
He was branded as a slave of shame and became a lowly slave.
He and his relatives in the clan changed hands between different owners again and again like livestock.
Many masters heard that he used to be a nobleman, and seemed to be very excited, and tortured him more cruelly than other slaves.
Every time he thought it was the limit of pain, but often the next master could step him into a deeper mud with one foot.
I don't know how long it has been, Zhou Zixi gradually became numb in pain.
He didn't care who bought him this time.
He endured the sharp pain in his feet without saying a word, and allowed the new buyer's attendant to lead him on the slave market with hemp rope.
Because he refused to cooperate and resisted excessively, the slave trader who reselled himself injected iron thorns into the soles of his feet as punishment.
It hurts to walk, or it hurts a little bit, and it hurts to know that I'm still alive.
Zhou Zixi walked in the mud step by step, and a gorgeous carriage appeared in his sight.
Outside the market, there were several cars of different specifications parked. These car owners bought slaves, tied them behind the carriages, and let the slaves run back all the way.
carriage.
Zhou Zixi's face turned pale, he knew that he could not run to the end.
Before the owner pedaled the car, he suddenly looked back at him for a moment and found that he had a serious foot injury.
But the owner didn't mean to return the goods, but asked the red attendant to take him, who was covered in filth, into the clean and gorgeous carriage.
He was placed on a soft floor mat in the car.
There is a heater in the carriage, and the outside world is completely different from the desperately cold outside.
What kind of master this is, Zhou Zixi couldn't help thinking in his heart.
Not long after, the black-clad security guard boarded the car, with a faint smell of blood on his body.
Zhou Zixi probably guessed what he did.
The murderous man, after getting in the car, shook a blanket, avoided the wound on his body, and carefully covered him.
Zhou Zixi, whose skin was almost frozen, was suddenly enveloped in such warmth, and he couldn't help but shiver.
Then he saw the owner being picked up in the car. The young and handsome owner glanced at him, sighed slightly, and sat down by the window.
The carriage moved slowly. As the carriage swayed gently, Zhou Zixi, who was extremely tired, couldn't help but close her eyes.
Before falling into a deep sleep, he saw the master stretch out his white hand in the dim, and gently shook the hand of the black guard.
...
Zhou Zixi woke up in a hut.
He has been training in this room for several days.
He sat up, raised his hand and touched his gauze-wrapped shoulder.
The whole body injuries have been properly handled.
Every day someone brought him soup and food on time, but no one scolded him and ordered him to do anything.
Now he knows that his master is the master of Bianzhou, Cheng Qianyu, a Hou of Jinyue.
But he didn't dare to think too much.
He had hoped countless times, and was ruthlessly pinched countless times. Now he is used to no longer actively expecting anything.
Just sitting on the bed like this day by day, quietly waiting for the fate I was about to face.
Some disputing sounds faintly heard outside the door. Zhou Zixi listened carefully, and a voice he knew very well but could not believe came from outside the house.
This is the outer courtyard of the palace.
At this moment, Cheng Qianye is frowning and looking at the woman kneeling in front of her. She is wearing a coarse cloth short coat with brown leggings tied to her legs. The shoes on the soles of her feet have holes in them. She is dressed in dusty clothes. She is obviously driving a long way. .
This woman guarded the periphery of the palace and insisted on seeing Emperor Jin Yue. Just as she was being expelled by the guards, she happened to meet Cheng Qianye who had returned to the palace.
"Who do you want to redeem?"
The woman grabbed the ground with her head, holding a dilapidated money bag in her hands, which was full of coins.
"My lord, please let me redeem my son, please."
Cheng Qianye was about to speak when a bang came from behind.
She turned around and saw Zhou Zixi, who was wearing only a plain white shirt, leaning on the wall to barely walk out of the house.
He walked too quickly, his body was unstable, he tripped on the door frame and fell off the steps outside the house.
Despite such embarrassment, Cheng Qianye couldn't help but exclaim when the man raised his head from the dust.
Only then did she discover that the slave with a swollen nose when she bought it back was really a well-deserved beautiful man after healed.
This person is not only handsome and picturesque, but also a kind of innate elegance. Even in such an anxious situation, his actions still reveal the demeanor that a noble family has cultivated since childhood.
He hurriedly came to Cheng Qianye, stood in front of the woman, stretched his sleeves, and bowed to the ground.
"Master, please forgive me. This person is a relative of the slave, who is ignorant of etiquette. The slave will order her to leave. I hope that the master will be magnanimous.
He gave his head again and again, spoke earnestly and was very nervous.
"Get up and talk, no need to kneel, your injury has not healed yet." Cheng Qianye stopped Zhou Zixi.
She casually sat down on a section of the railing in the corridor and dusted the hem of her clothes.
"Say, what's the matter?"
The woman got up to help Zhou Zixi, Zhou Zixi cast a look at her and shook her head invisible.
But Cheng Qianye saw it, and she pointed out the woman: "For you, what is your name and where are you from."
The woman glanced at Zhou Zixi, without flinching, "My lord, my name is Ayang, I am from the country of Wei. I used to be the son...this maid, I raised money and want to redeem my son, please. Your lord is perfect."
Cheng Qianye glanced at the purse in her hand.
A Yang's face turned red, but she immediately raised her head, "I've inquired about it. It's not enough for an adult to buy a son. These are not enough. But it took me a long time to raise this point. I have heard that adults are known for being kind, and I beg you to be accommodating."
"You redeem him, where are you going to go?"
"We don't have much place to go, so we will live in Bianzhou City first." Ayang glanced at Zhou Zixi. "What I have is strength. Bianzhou is hiring people everywhere, so I can feed the son."
Cheng Qianye smiled. She knew that Ayang had a lot of unfinished words, but she didn’t need to pursue it at this moment.
"He, he is my person now, and I will not let you redeem him."
"But I don't treat him as a slave. If you want, you can live in this outer courtyard and take care of his injuries. Other things will be discussed later."