Chapter 530: He was sold by Lao Tzu

This thing seems to be the case, Princess Jun didn't say anything, she wanted to wait until Xie Chengxuan was better, she still had to come and plead Jing to plead for the crime.
These are all rumors from the outside. Fortunately, nothing else was heard. In the end, Princess Jun, in order to make these messages more authentic, not only smashed her own good vase, but also treated Mrs. Qing Xihou as before. They are polite, but they can only know what's going on in the dark.
Besides, after Xie Chengxuan was detained for ten and a half months, he was able to collapse and walk away. The skin on his body was broken. Every time he moved, it was like tearing off a piece of flesh from his body. , It hurts as much as it hurts.
He hissed, and walked carefully against the wall. After walking for a while, he was about to catch a breath. All the pain she has suffered in her life is afraid that it will be here.
When he just asked his subordinates to support him and then went out, two more people walked outside, holding Xie Chengxuan on their arms and left. These subordinates were carefully supporting the people, and they were afraid of touching Xie Chengxuan's wounds. .
But no matter how careful these people were, Xie Chengxuan cried and screamed in pain.
And the wound on his body was not easy, and it was cracked again, and the clothes were stained with blood.
With a bang, he was thrown to the ground, and his face lifted up, and when he saw Qing Xihou, he was scared as if a tiger saw a cat, and he wanted to shrink his body, even now. No matter how Lisheng, he didn't dare to shout a word, and he didn't dare to shed a tear.
With a snap, Qing Xihou dropped the cup to the ground, "What are you still trying to do? Don't hurry up to see the prince."
Xie Chengxuan couldn't help feeling that his heart tightened, and his body shook involuntarily. No way, he came too.
And he got up with a grunt, also knelt on the ground, kowtow to others, when he secretly raised his eyes and looked over, he saw that he was sitting in front of him, a young man in mysterious clothes. His face is handsome, but he does not have any smile marks. His eyes are as clear as ice, and the corners of his thin lips are twisted into a straight line. The royals are not bad, not to mention the birth mother of Lord Shuo. But the big beauties who moved the capital back then, it's a pity that the confidantes have fate, although they all missed the true face of the princess at the time.
But now the face of Lord Shuo is the best proof, and of course he will also know the rumors of what was wrong at that time.
Xie Chengxuan hurriedly lowered his head, no longer dared to look randomly.
Is it because the doors and windows are not closed? How can it be so cold?
This cold, he is fighting the cold war.
"The prince, this is a child," Qing Xihou was heartbroken. "He is left to the prince to deal with, and the prince will be the master if he wants to kill or pluck him. I also assume that I have never given birth to this son."
When Xie Chengxuan heard this ruthless remark of Lord Xihou, it was worth it. His father meant that he should be sent to Lord Shuo for disposal, even if Lord Shuo unloaded him by To others?
What kind of father is this, he is basically an enemy, this is for his life.
And his throat couldn't help but squeeze tightly, and when he spouted a mouthful of blood, he fell to the ground.
When Qing Xihou saw that his son was like this, there was no pain in his heart, but who had let him have no prospects. When he was conspiring to him, he was unwilling, but now everyone has become a married woman. I was thinking about it, ordinary people couldn't bear it, let alone Lord Shuo, who was such a noble person.
If this time, this one died down, it would be good, and this kid could still survive, but if he had to pay Xie Chengxuan's life, then he had nothing to say.
Branding played with the cup in his hand, and his cracked eyes were always without any fluctuations.
His eyes fell on the ground, all scared into mud-like humanoid things, and the thinned lips were pressed tightly, and then pressed into a straight line.
So blunt, but also so stubborn.
Xie Chengxuan had a nightmare. He dreamed of a lot of evil spirits. These evil spirits also bite the flesh on his body from time to time. They also bite him into a miserable state. He screamed in his dreams and wanted to escape from time to time. , But no matter how he ran or struggled, in the end the evil spirits still tore off the skin and flesh from his body piece by piece, and he was also bloody, he could hardly see the human form.
"what……"
He screamed abruptly and sat up. As a result, where the evil spirit came from under the blue sky, he couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his head. This dream seemed real, but he was really scared.
He let out a sigh of relief softly, and he also felt a little thirsty in his mouth.
Xiao Quanzi, pouring a glass of water for his father, he shouted to the outside, this is no longer a normal thing, it is difficult, he raised a slave for watching, not for work.
"Xiao Quanzi..."
He shouted again.
As a result, no one came over yet. Where did all this die? What about people?
"Xiao Quanzi," his voice was louder.
As a result, with a bang, a basin of water poured down from his head, and it also poured him into a cold heart. In an instant, he followed suit for a cold war.
His water dripped down from his hair from time to time, even his face was pale.
He turned his head back, shaking his lips.
"Who is called Xiaoquan?" The man holding the basin shouted loudly, "Remember," he slammed the basin in his hand to the ground, "I'm Su Quan, not Xiaoquan. child."
"You've got up to train, what's the matter, you really be your uncle?" Then, he grabbed Xie Chengxuan, who was still in a daze, as if he was carrying a puppy. This grabbed him. The collar took him out.
Xie Guxuan shrank in the air, staring dumbly, until he saw the soldiers holding bows and arrows outside, suddenly rolled his eyes and passed out.
He didn't believe it, he didn't believe it even if he died, he didn't believe it even if he was killed, he was sold by his own Laozi, sold him in the barracks, let him be a soldier, charge into battle, and die forever.
"Oh..."
He is the son of the Qing Xihou, he is the future Qing Xihou.
And here, who cares about your previous status, whether you are a relative of the emperor, a trader, or a fugitive slave, it doesn’t matter. When you come here, you are just a little pawn, like a mountain of military orders, allowing you to live. Let you die, you must die.
In a small courtyard of Shuowangfu, there are still the words Luomei small courtyard full of childishness. There are no plum blossoms here, only a century-old pear tree. It is now the season of falling flowers, but next spring will begin. Immediately, it is the fragrance of a tree, white as snow, as snow as frost.