Si Tian Guan

For several days, Qu Chenzhou sat silently by the window, quietly looking outside.

No one knew Liu Chongming better than him. Although the question that day sounded kind, he knew what Chongming was thinking without having to think about it carefully.

There are many doubts about him, and I'm afraid he won't be let go lightly.

In the past few days, except for those who came to deliver meals and medicines, no other people have entered or left his room, but looking at the guards walking outside from time to time, although they did not deliberately stay outside the door, it can be seen that Chongming pays more attention to him. up.

His eyes moved away from the servants who hurried past outside, and landed on a sycamore tree in the corner of the yard.

In the past, he couldn't move around at will, so Chongming could only draw his own residence on the paper for him, and he put away the paper properly, rubbing it from time to time.

This other courtyard has never been seen before, but every corner is familiar by heart.

Chongming also specifically mentioned that there is a very big sycamore tree in the yard of his other courtyard. Every time it rains, many sycamore flowers like bells will be knocked down. I really hope he can see it with his own eyes.

In the eyes of outsiders, Chongming, who is so stable, even climbed up the tree by himself in order to give him a box full of fresh sycamore flowers. He was too forgetful to pick them, and rolled down the ladder, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

He still remembers how Chongming handed him the flowers with an embarrassing expression on his face. Those sycamore flowers still covered with dew reflected the sun's brightness in his eyes, and they were crumbling.

It wasn't until the eve before Jingchen and Bai Shilei rushed to Guanxing Pavilion that he was willing to burn the phoenix flowers in the book for many years in the incense burner.

Once often, all turned into clouds and smoke.

Only now can he see with his own eyes the sycamore tree that Chongming has told him many times. The tree is full of pink and white flowers, and it really looks like jade bells hanging among the leaves.

This is Liu Chongming's other courtyard, and this is the East Wing. The bedroom he can see from the window belongs to Liu Chongming.

It was the first time that they lived so close together, just as they had imagined countless times before, but Qu Chenzhou wanted to escape.

Just one conversation made him feel a little helpless, and if he stayed longer, he was afraid that those secret pasts would be stripped away, layer by layer.

The rest of him, who was tightly wrapped in the middle and exposed, was bloody and bloody.

What would happen to Chongming if he knew what happened in the past... Isn't his death in the last life enough to atone for his sins?

But subconsciously, he always thought of Chongming running wildly in the heavy snow, why did he hug his stiff corpse and cry bitterly?

Did something happen after his death?What did someone say to Chong Ming?The child was found?Or did Chongming really attack the emperor regardless of what the world said?

There are many things that only he and the emperor know. The emperor will not say much to save his life. He died and his soul was scattered. He thought everything would return to ashes, but he was always uneasy because of that scene.

Or, is the emperor really going to be a mad dog and drag Chongming into hell?

In any case, that is the past that cannot be traced back, it is useless to think too much, what is in front of us now is the most important thing.

Qu Chenzhou sat quietly by the window for a few days, read all kinds of hexagrams, counted the steps they took, and finally made up his mind - to escape.

In the Qisheng building, he couldn't get out of the courtyard wall during the day, and the room he slept in at night was locked by an iron chain. For so many years, he tried every means to escape, but failed.

In comparison, the environment here is much more relaxed, and Chongming doesn't like living in too noisy a place.

The door was not locked, and the people coming and going in the courtyard, even the shadow guards in the dark, could be deduced from the details of the divination.

What's more, Chongming once jokingly said that one day he would be brought in to live with him, and he had told him many things.

Run away in the dark.

If you are lucky, you may be able to hide under someone's carriage in the dark and escape out of the city.

Now that he has been branded without any traces of slavery, as long as he finds a place to break off the slave ring, and then blindfolds, he may still have a chance to escape into the deep mountains.

Even if he spends his whole life in the deep mountains, there will be the freedom he has longed for.

Freedom seemed within reach, and the thought made all his blood boil.

When it was just dark, he was already dressed neatly. Although the injury had just barely healed, he could barely move under the tight gauze belt.

Thanks to Chongming, he can know a lot just by looking at the people walking in the courtyard.

It seemed that the person from before was still standing behind him, holding his shoulders, and giving him pointers softly—you don’t know yourself well enough, let me help you.

--are you sure?That person's hexagrams will change with your thoughts, won't they?

——Your actions and thoughts will affect the other party's future, won't they?

——The same person can only observe the time of a cup of tea, right?Make good use of this time.

——Although you can’t see your own words, you can choose a method that is most beneficial to you to change the fate of others.

——Shen Zhou, believe in yourself, you are unique, and you can do things that many others cannot.

——Your power is beyond imagination, don't be afraid of anything.

He turned another corner, and immediately pressed his entire back against the wall, held his breath, and heard the sound of footsteps passing by the wall not far away, and gradually went away, not even daring to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead .

One foot away is a utility room built against the wall, and the outside is adjacent to the alley outside the side door. Chongming told him that there are always very few people walking on that road.

He stepped on gravel and tree trunks from the side of the room, and managed to safely climb up to the roof. The wounds behind him seemed to be bursting one by one. He lowered his body on the roof and couldn't help panting slightly.

From the time he jumped out of the room to here, it only took a very short time. As long as you go down from here, you can blend into the night in the dark.

It was easy for him to avoid the night watchman from Beiya.

But before Qu Chenzhou could take a breath, the sound of footsteps came from far to near with the voice of the voice, and this familiar voice instantly made him tense up.

Seeing those two figures appearing under the light of the lantern, Qu Shenzhou didn't even dare to take a breath, so he could only lay motionless on the tiles.

But he was not that lucky. Seeing that the two were about to walk over, his right leg suddenly hurt, and he rolled down uncontrollably.

Someone stretched out his hand to stop him, but when he saw clearly that it was him, he withdrew his hand again.

Qu Chenzhou threw himself on the ground in disgrace, the man stepped on his lower back, before he could curl up, he grabbed his hair, forced him to raise his face, and checked in the light.

"Shi Yan, I take back what I said just now," the voice above his head sneered, "There are people who refuse to drink after a toast, and are fined."

"My lord, this is the medicine that he was given these days." The doctor unfolded a list in his hand, and explained carefully, fearing that he might miss something.

"The person in charge of the Qisheng Tower really committed death. If it wasn't for Brother Xiaoqu who was still young, he probably wouldn't be able to resist. He obeyed His Majesty's order, and used good internal and external medicines, and offered his sacrifices on time every day. Take ginseng soup as a tonic."

"Well," Liu Chongming casually watched the person carrying water into the house, and asked, "Needless to say more about what happened before, let's talk about his current situation."

"The burn on the slave mark is very deep, remember not to let it touch the water."

"Brother Xiaoqu is still young after all, except for the burns, the recovery speed of other places is faster than ordinary people."

"But the body is not good. It looks like it has been beaten all year round, and it has damaged the foundation. If you want to recover, you need to adjust both internally and externally. There is no rush."

The government doctor is an old doctor, he was kind-hearted in the first place, but now he opened up the chatterbox and became even more eloquent.

"He's getting blemishes on his body now, and the scars on his body are okay. They will disappear as they grow. It's just that there are some troubles on his face, which should have been left for four or five years. If you want to completely remove them, you can try Yulin ointment in the shop."

This is something he took for granted, the prince said he would do his best to heal it, since even ginseng doesn't feel bad, even though Yulin Ointment is a good product for removing scars and is expensive, it is just right for the symptoms.

Unexpectedly, Liu Chongming only glanced at him: "Doctor Qin, what do you think he deserves to use Yulin Ointment?"

"Ah? This..." The government doctor was a little confused.

"Do you think I want to cure him?" Liu Chongming gritted his teeth and walked towards the door: "I was afraid that he would be too weak and die if he couldn't stand it."