Sick beauty he doesn't want to rot [Transmigration Book]

Chu Qing didn't realize it for a moment, he couldn't believe his ears, and asked incredulously, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Qin Wuzhou turned his gaze to the table, his voice was low and hoarse, "you can continue."

Chu Qing just thought that Qin Wuzhou was driven crazy by his homework and was talking nonsense.

Then, during Chu Qing's lecture, Qin Wuzhou couldn't concentrate all the time, his eyes were always uncontrollable, looking at the tea bowl, or Chu Qing's extraordinarily rosy lips because of the lecture.

After Chu Qing finished speaking on his own, after assigning many new tasks to Qin Wuzhou, he decisively left the ear room.

Qin Wuzhou sat alone in the ear room, and when Qin Qi returned to the ear room, he saw his master staring at a tea bowl in a daze.

"Master," Qin Qi smiled and posted it, "Why do you always stare at this tea bowl? The bone china is very beautiful, but it is only made in ordinary kilns. Compared with the porcelain we used to have in Qin State Get up, that's a long way off."

"It's far away," Qin Wuzhou seemed to have something to say, "Look carefully, but it's very unique, even a bit eye-catching."

Qin Qi asked strangely: "Ah? Isn't this just an ordinary teacup?"

"What's going on in Qin State?" Qin Wuzhou changed the subject.

"Everything went well, but the doorman who came into contact with the prime minister of Qin came back in a hurry. This old man has always remained neutral and showed no sign of supporting any prince. He has a good plan. Want to be the elder of the three dynasties?" Qin Qi complained , rolling his eyes vividly.

Qin Wuzhou sneered, and said: "He just wants a puppet, just wait, his people will come to see me soon."

"Damn," Qin Qi looked down on him, "I heard that he hinted that the King of Qin sent his master to Chu as a hostage. Although there is no proof, this old man is not a good dog."

Qin Wuzhou glanced at Qin Qi, turned and left the ear room.

"Master is not in a good mood today?" Qin Qi slowly sat on Qin Wuzhou's seat, resigned to his fate while reading and making excerpts.

Chu Qing's plan for the afternoon of the day was to search for the settlements of low-class people in the capital of Chu State.

Since the Shang Dynasty, the crowd began to be gradually divided into four industries: scholars, farmers, industry, and merchants.With the development of society, this division has become more and more detailed, and gradually formed a hierarchy with meanings of superiority and inferiority, namely "upper nine streams", "middle nine streams" and "lower nine streams". 【1】

The "lower class" includes "teachers, yachas, promotions, matchmakers, pawns, time monsters, robbers, thieves, prostitutes, etc..." The largest proportion of personnel, although the status is the lowest, but the influence of these people's public opinion must not be underestimated .

People in the upper class of society cannot stay in a vacuum, listening to opera or drinking morning tea will come into contact with low-class people.

Therefore, Chu Qing set his sights on such a group of neglected people.

"Peng Guanshi," Chu Qing asked Peng Guanshi, "Do you know that if you want to recruit the music troupe into the mansion to listen to the music, who do you need to discuss this matter with?"

Guanshi Peng quickly replied: "Master, just talk to the squad leader of the music team. If you want to hear it, I will find it for you now."

"I don't listen to the music today," Chu Qing continued to ask, "Who does the monitor of the music team take orders from?"

Qin Wuzhou, who was hiding in the dark, immediately realized that what Chu Qing wanted to find was a low-level ruler.

If there is any flaw in the rule of the king of a country, then every class will naturally have a person who has a great influence on this class, or a spiritual leader, or an actual manager. It is clear what he wants to find. The manager of the lower ranks in the capital of Chu State.

"I don't know," Guanshi Peng thought for a while, and said to Chu Qing, "It seems that there is such a number one person in the lower nine streams, and everyone calls him Xiao Ye, but this Xiao Ye is so invisible that you can't usually find it. There's no trace of him."

Chu Qing didn't expect to reach a consensus with this mysterious Master Xiao today, but he had to meet this Master Xiao first. As long as he is a human being, he always has desires and shortcomings, and he is not afraid that he will not find an opportunity to cooperate with the other party.

"Master," Guanshi Peng has a lot of contact with low-level people, so he gave Chu Qing a suggestion, "You can ask Miss Ding."

"Ding Lanqi?" Chu Qing was slightly surprised.

"Yes," Guanshi Peng continued to explain, "Miss Ding once met Master Xiao, and Master Xiao promised to protect her, so everyone on the road defaulted to Miss Ding as Master Xiao's child adoptive wife."

Which wild boar fell in love with the little cabbage before it grew up?

Chu Qing smiled and said: "Okay, I'll go and see who this Master Xiao is."

For some reason, when Guanshi Peng mentioned this Master Xiao, Qin Wuzhou always had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Chu Qing boarded the carriage, and soon he came to the west of the city, where the common people or the poor lived. Chu Qing did not wear princely clothes for this trip, but was dressed in a splendid robe, and the attendants behind him , still makes him out of tune with Chengxi, which is full of life.

Ding Lanqi's home is in a secluded alley, which is consistent with what she said, and she lives with her grandmother.

Ding Lanqi was very happy when he saw Chu Qing.

"Big brother, you are here!"

However, next to Ding Lanqi was a man that Chu Qing had never seen before. He was dressed in green, handsome, wearing a round cap, long gown, and holding a bucket of signatures in his hand. Look, full of magic stick temperament.

"Lan Qi, who is this?" Chu Qing looked at Ding Lan Qi with tolerance in his eyes.

Ding Lanqi was not familiar with Xiao Changsheng, so she came to her room out of nowhere today, but she still explained to Chu Qing seriously: "His name is Xiao Changsheng, and he is a fortune teller."

Chu Qing intuitively felt that this was too much of a coincidence, but he still asked tentatively, "Master Xiao?"

"Hey," Xiao Changsheng waved his hand and said, "People are drifting in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be stabbed, Lord Xiao is just my name, just call me Xiao Changsheng."

Qin Wuzhou hiding in the dark: ...

In the previous life, when he met Xiao Changsheng, he was neither a low-level ruler nor a fortune-teller, but a general of the Qin State.

"Do you know why you met me today?" Xiao Changsheng asked with a mysterious smile.

Chu Qing intuitively felt that Master Xiao in front of him was not normal, but he still replied, "I don't know."

"Because I thought you would come here early in the morning." Xiao Changsheng shook the lottery in his hand and asked, "Want to come for a fortune telling? A visitor from outside the world."

Chu Qing suddenly looked into Xiao Changsheng's eyes.

Xiao Changsheng didn't speak, and shook the lottery in his hand again.

Chu Qing stretched out his hand and drew a lot from the stick. He looked down at the wooden sign.

There is a line of poem engraved on the wooden sign, "Peach blossoms are so charming that you can break them. Don't wait for no flowers to break the branches. When the plumbing is hungry and the fish are hungry for bait, don't delay the opportunity."

This was obviously a signed letter about luck, and had nothing to do with Chu Qing's thoughts. He felt a little regretful, as expected, he shouldn't have believed the words of the magic stick.

After throwing the wooden stick back to Xiao Changsheng, Chu Qing turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey," Xiao Changsheng yelled, "Do you really want me to untie the lottery for you? I'm pretty good at fortune-telling."

"No need." Chu Qing said coldly.

Just when Chu Qing was about to leave, Xiao Changsheng's demeanor changed. It seemed that even his tone became much lower.

"Since there is no need for fortune-telling, why did the Fourth Prince come to find Master Xiao?" Xiao Changsheng seemed to be a different person.

Chu Qing felt a little surprised, did she meet an ancient schizophrenic?

"I wonder if Lord Xiao is willing to make a deal with me." Chu Qing turned around, with a calm expression, and said slowly.

"Spread specific news for you?" Xiao Changsheng directly stated clearly the purpose of this trip, "Yes, but I have a request."

"Whatever request, you can just say it." Chu Qing speculated about the deal between him and Wan Xing, Master Xiao should have known about it, otherwise he wouldn't have guessed so accurately.

Xiao Changsheng put the lottery in his hand on the table and made a loud "pop".

"I want to see the proton of Qin State in your mansion, Qin Wuzhou." The folding fan held by Xiao Changsheng's other hand opened with a "snap", and there were four characters written on it - "General Changsheng".

Qin Wuzhou, who was in the dark, frowned. Could it be that Xiao Changsheng also had memories of his previous life?

"Yes." Chu Qing agreed very simply, "When do you want to see him?"

Xiao Changsheng put away the fan, threw it to Chu Qing, and swaggered towards the door with a lottery holder.

"Let's contact the pigeons for something, please pass it on to Qin Wuzhou for me," Xiao Changsheng only left Chu Qing with an unfathomable back, "As for the time when I will meet Qin Wuzhou, it's not yet, and I will naturally when the time is right." came to find you."

Xiao Changsheng kept shaking the stick in his hand, singing an unknown tune, and gradually drifted away.

Although Xiao Changsheng gave off the impression of a fugitive from a mental hospital, the smoothness of this trip was beyond Chu Qing's expectation.

Chu Qing got on the carriage back home, looked at the four characters on the folding fan in his hand, and inexplicably recalled in his heart that in the original book, there was a general surnamed Xiao who was ever victorious, but he was a famous general of the Qin State. What are you implying?

Qin Wuzhou didn't rush back to the mansion immediately, he put on a mask and found Xiao Changsheng.

Xiao Changsheng was setting up a fortune-telling stall, he glanced at Qin Wuzhou, immediately took out a wooden stick, and handed it to Qin Wuzhou.

Qin Wuzhou took the wooden stick without knowing why, and it was the one that Chu Qing had drawn earlier.

... It is estimated that this is the only lottery in the lottery container of this half-baked magic stick.

Chu Qing returned to the mansion, and after dinner, he came to Qin Wuzhou's ear room as usual.

Qin Wuzhou turned on the night light, and a book was spread out on the table, looking like he was reading seriously.

Chu Qing handed over Xiao Changsheng's folding fan to Qin Wuzhou.

"Why did you give me this?" Qin Wuzhou asked pretending to be ignorant.

"I'll take it for you, don't ask too much." Chu Qing didn't want to explain too much about what happened today.

Just as Chu Qing was about to continue explaining to Qin Wuzhou what he had learned at noon, the unstoppable itching in his throat made him cough lightly.

In the past two days, Chu Qing's cough became more and more serious, Prime Minister Bian hadn't found a miracle doctor yet, and in the capital of Chu State, all famous doctors were recruited into the palace.

Qin Wuzhou looked at Chu Qing who was coughing so much that the corners of his eyes were wet and still couldn't stop, and inexplicably thought of the sweet-scented osmanthus candy and caramel he gave him.

When he tasted it later, the sugar was very sweet.

Although Qin Wuzhou still couldn't let go of the torture that Chu Qing brought to him in his previous life, he also didn't understand why Chu Qing in this life used the name of a teacher to give him endless training and teaching with questions.

But he wanted to save Chuqing, at least before Chuqing paid off his debts, he didn't want to die simply and casually.

Chu Qing didn't even see Qin Wuzhou's figure clearly, one of his acupuncture points was hit by Qin Wuzhou, Chu Qing lost control of his body, he stood stiffly in place, unable to move, and looked at Qin Wuzhou in disbelief.

Only now did he realize that if Qin Wuzhou wanted his life, it would be so easy.

Qin Wuzhou embraced Chu Qing's shoulders, and only then did he feel that the person in his arms was so thin and thin. Qin Wuzhou whispered in Chu Qing's ear: "Don't worry, I don't want your life for now."