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Qi Yan walked dozens of steps again, suddenly holding on to the wall and frowning: That young master¡¯s legs are really strong.
When I returned to the courtyard and lifted up my pants, I saw a bruise on my calf.
She shook her head helplessly, perhaps because she saw the shadow of Xiaodie protecting her in that little boy, so she couldn't get angry no matter what.
Qi Yan looked at the pale mountains in the distance through the small windows in front of her. In the late autumn, everything was desolate, and the pain in her heart filled the air again.
In the past, she had always hoped that Xiaodie was still alive in a corner of the grassland, but since she left the Nameless Valley and walked around, such thoughts have become weaker and weaker.
With the exception of the Tuba tribe who colluded with the Wei court, all the grassland people were relegated to low status. These grassland people first built the city wall in the north. In recent years, the city walls were gradually repaired, and the Wei court detained these grassland people to the various state capitals to continue working as coolies.
When she walked to Jizhou, she had seen Wei soldiers driving away the prairie people with whips. I couldn't help but inquire about it: the prairie men who had been consigned to low status worked as coolies, and most of the women with poor labor force were sold to the livestock market, the same market as the cattle and horses.
The women in the slave market were all skinny and naked, and they were allowed to be manipulated by the Wei people with special habits like cattle.
This is how the fifty taels given by the masked man were spent.
Even though Qi Yan knew very well that she should turn a blind eye for the sake of revenge
But she couldn't calm down when she saw the Wei people shouting about feeding the pigs and pouring leftovers into the food bowls, and the former compatriots fighting for the spoiled rations like animals.
The plow supporter suffered a disaster when Xiaodie was only five years old. If she were still alive, Qi Yan could not imagine what kind of life she had lived these years.
After that, Qi Yan began to pray cruelly: Xiaodie and Bayin are dead.
Died in war, died in childhood; like a flowing fire, he never surrendered to the Wei people for a day. Buried under some unknown land, returned to the embrace of God.
The pair of siblings I met just now flashed through my mind again, and I was looking forward to it with some luck: Bayin and Xiaodie were still alive.
This is an extremely complicated and indescribable feeling. The tenderness of family affection and cold reason are constantly tearing at Qi Yan's heart. It is a pain that is more profound and far-reaching than heart-breaking.
Qi Yan withdrew her gaze and sat quietly for a while, then she felt her right forearm was numb.
Released the fingers that were trembling due to prolonged exertion, four crescent-shaped blood marks suddenly appeared on the palm of the hand.
She looked at the bleeding palm calmly but did not intend to deal with it. She learned this method from the masked man.
When the wounds in your heart that cannot be touched are torn, you will use other methods to move the wounds to places where you can see them.
My heart doesn¡¯t seem to hurt that much anymore.
"Xiaodie, wait for brother." Qi Yan murmured to himself.
??When the Wei Kingdom is in chaos, smoke is everywhere, and the Wei Kingdom royal family has to pay blood debts, my sister will come to accompany you.
Qi Yan never thought about escaping from this road of revenge.
She closed her eyes again, recalling the files her master had shown her, and tapped the desk with her clean and bony fingers.
Zhongshu Ling Xing Jingfu was the number one scholar in the first year of Jingjia, and he was selected as a sixth-rank minor official. However, within seven years, Nangong Rang gradually promoted him to the position of Zhongshu Ling, and he could be said to be a favorite of his generation.
Xing Jingfu, a commoner, was born in the imperial court and had no faction. He has been the mainstay of the fight against the Taiwei Party for many years. This man is upright and honest, does not like flowery rhetoric, and prefers articles that criticize the current ills.
The two deputy examiners are Deng Hongyuan, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, and Shu Liren, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel.
The former is Lu Quan¡¯s colleague and friend, and the latter is Lu Quan¡¯s favorite disciple. According to intelligence, Shu Li is good at both civil and military affairs. After the world was settled, he was recommended by Lu Quan to work directly in the Ministry of Personnel.
Qi Yan curled up his lips, the Wei Kingdom court was getting more and more interesting.
Suddenly a voice came from outside Chaifei: "May I ask Jinzhou Qi Yan, is Mr. Qi staying here?"
Qi Yan raised her eyebrows and went to the main room to wash off the blood stains on her hands. Then she came to the courtyard and asked, "I am the one who is here. May I ask who you are?"
"The young servant of the Xie Mansion is here to deliver the invitation to the young master."
Qi Yan immediately became vigilant: apart from Gong Yanghuai, he had no acquaintance in the capital. He only left his address when he went to the Ministry of Rites to receive the Chunwei exam card. How did the other party find him?
Qi Yan opened the firewood door, and the other person was a young man dressed as a servant. He respectfully called Qian'er: "Mr. Qi, the little one is??I asked for a kiss
The Lu family tree has deep roots, and Nangong Rang has long wanted to eradicate it. If Lu Zhongxing married his only legitimate daughter, he might be safe for the rest of his life.
Nangong Rang sneered: Lu Quan, an old fox, had his wishful thinking perfectly.
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Another ten days passed, during which Qi Yan went to the study to sell two more copies of calligraphy. The shopkeeper was overjoyed to see Qi Yan and said, "You're here. Please come in quickly."
The two of them came to a secluded compartment. The shopkeeper took out a bulging bag of cloth and held it in front of Qi Yan: "Old man, please accept it."
"This is?"
The shopkeeper¡¯s smile became more and more flattering: ¡°Master Juren, your last masterpiece was bought just two days after it was hung. You didn¡¯t keep the address. It¡¯s really hard for me to wait.¡±
Qi Yan took the cloth pocket and took it seriously: "There are so many?"
The shopkeeper still looked unfazed when he saw Qi Yan, and felt that the young Ju Ren in front of him was even more unfathomable: "Old Ju Ren doesn't know something. Most of the calligraphy and paintings in my shop are not priced. If a customer likes them, he will know. Ask for a price. A few days ago, a noble gentleman came here and took a fancy to your masterpiece. The prince also said: "A thousand pieces of gold are easy to get, but a good work is hard to find." He raised his hand and ordered someone to seal a hundred taels of silver. According to Sanqi After deducting the deposit paid to you last time, the total is sixty-seven taels, can you count?"
"No need, students can trust you."
"By the way, the Juren master's seal has been engraved, why not just sign on these two new works? I'd like to win the first prize, too."
Qi Yan nodded and put the seal of "Shepherd Layman" on the two words respectively.
The shopkeeper¡¯s eyes were shining, and he couldn¡¯t contain his joy.
Qi Yan put the silver into the box and cage, and before leaving, he repeatedly told the shopkeeper: Never reveal the identity of the shepherd layman.
The other party hurriedly agreed.
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