Chen Qingniu's life did not rise and fall due to the arrival of Yu Hui Zhaorong. On the second day, Wang Qiong didn't know where to get news, saying that these twelve precious young prostitutes in Liulifang were trained by a strange fish public servant, rather than the original grand clerk's family. The grand clerk's family, who had no wine, drank the whole night of flower wine and was drunk and disappeared all day long.

Chen Qingniu could fully understand the depression of the old man from the flower group. A bunch of tender meat in his mouth was taken away just as he was about to bite out the juice. Isn’t it equivalent to the hatred of taking his wife?

The business of Liulifang has obviously improved a lot. Even though Zhaorong, who has become prostitutes, had not yet received customers, the rich people in Liangzhou were impatient to come to Liulifang early to get close to the Yugong Legislator's family and smashed silver notes and gold ingots, begging these young prostitutes to try the first one once they are trained.

Chen Qingniu's injuries recovered quickly. The herbs that were crushed into powder were secret recipes taught by his predecessors. They stopped bleeding and removed blood stasis. The servants in the brothel were inevitably beaten and beaten. Everyone needed to keep a portion of medicine powder. He didn't think much about the healed calves, but he only regarded them as good effects of medicine powder. He didn't know that his injuries that were beaten and turned into wine into swords were all serious internal injuries. Fortunately, the young master and his group of people in the capital did not take the servant who died half-dead when they left the yard seriously, otherwise they would never believe that this guy was already alive.

After finishing his day's work, Chen Qingniu returned to the secluded woodshed and first drew a set of fists. It was a scattered style from Wang Qiong's stolen master. It was a scattered style from Wang Qiong. It was similar in shape but not in spirit. Over time, it could only add some stiffness, but it was better than nothing. Chen Qingniu enjoyed it and always felt that the more skill he had, the more capital he had to survive.

Before midnight, he counted the savings he had been hiding under the blue bricks for several years. Ma Hu could buy half a pot of inferior flower sculptures that were not too overdone.

During the whole hour, not only the skin, but also the tingling pain that made the bone marrow tremble was obviously a little worse than yesterday. Chen Qingniu bit his arm, raised his head, and opened his eyes involuntarily. The most sinister thing about this pain is that it will never make people feel numb. Chen Qingniu has always remained awake, and has sixteen years of bitter but not thick thin life, one by one, one by one, one by one, and finally freezes the back of the delicate woman.

After midnight, the ribbon-shaped foreign object in his eyes, which was called "Zhilong" by the top scholar, finally subsided. Chen Qingniu's pain lasted for about half an hour, but it was obviously much easier. After taking a deep breath for a period of time, he finally stopped the tremor of his body and wiped away the blood and tears that blurred the entire Zhang Junxiu's face. Every day in recent years, the blood that oozed out of his eyes became thicker.

He was an abandoned baby. In his cradle, he was thrown on the stairs at the entrance of Liulifang. The cheapest fabric was without any adornment on his body, so there was no clue. It was most likely that poor families were destined to be unable to support them and were lost as a burden.

It happened that it was the day when Liulifang sacrificed the prostitute ancestors and planted a special kindness. Liulifang developed a rare kindness and adopted Chen Qingniu. At first, there was no name. The actor who fed her the most milk was named Chen, and the child followed the surname Chen, with his nickname Aman. After all, the woman in Liulifang was not an ordinary lady with no talent and virtue, nor a village woman. She would not give Chen Qingniu a sloppy nickname that could not be heard. Aman Aman called out very intimately. Chen Qingniu was also carved with jade when he was a child, so he was very popular. I vaguely remember that the older generation of aunts in the shop liked Qian smiled and said that the aunt gave you candy and took him to "step on the bed". This is the custom of brothels. Calling a boy who is more handsome and auspicious, jumping on the embroidered bed is the same as burning incense for the prostitute ancestors.

When Chen Qingniu was five years old, her wet nurse died and got sick. A kind of common thing that brothel women had, either big or small, who could survive if they had money to treat them, and wait for them to die if they had no money. In the eyes of the Yu Gongling family, she was just two pieces of meat on her chest and could still be seen as an ordinary client. In addition, she was not young anymore and was a dead tree that could not be shaken much. When the house was thinking about it, she refused to pay for treatment, and she was killed by death. She was ugly after dying. After a year of slept in the bed, a small red card that was originally handsome and turned into an evil ghost.

Before her death, even her best friend refused to visit her. Only Xiao Aman was standing by the bedside and talking with her. At that time, she could not hear anything, and her whole body was withered and ugly than a ghost. But Aman was not afraid at all. Just looking at her eyes, she still felt intimate and kind. Because she wanted to raise Xiao Aman and feed her breasts for two years, the woman who relied on a few pounds of meat on her chest made her business became increasingly light. When she was buried, she didn't have any money for private money. Xiao Aman went to her aunts.

The door was kneeling, and each household knelt over, and finally got the cheapest coffin money. He was buried in a wilderness in Liangzhou City. The brothel woman who died of old age and illness could not expect to bury a Feng Shui treasure land. I don’t know if it was a dog. God raised by my mother was not good at it. The land was really a good cemetery. As a result, when Xiao Aman went to visit the grave in Qingming Festival the next year, she carried the stolen fruits and snacks and found that the wet nurse’s grave was empty and the bones were not left, and she was occupied by a Liangzhou family.

From then on, Xiao Aman never went to that mountain, but every time he was in a sect, he told himself that one day he would go there.

After the death of a woman who was countless times better than her biological mother, the aunts who were closer to the house either had no news or were redeemed. A few of the more lucky concubines who were suppressed by the eldest wife were not lucky, and were beaten to death by the buyer, and killed by the jealous woman. Only a few of them saved enough money and went to the Liulifang to support themselves, but the actors were ruthless and ruthless, and they left the tramp. Who would remember that Xiao Aman was just a drag, so those years were the most miserable and miserable days. They were bullied by everyone during the day, and they had to endure the pain of their eyes and heartbreaking at night.

This day without hope, even many outsiders, looking at the thin child with calluses on their hands, couldn't help but mutter that this child was really a sin in his previous life when he lived in this world.

The turning point is the man who is poor but has a jade temperament.

The nameless little Aman actually broke into the luck of being a famous Chen Qingdi, or Chen Qingniu.

Many people who are jealous are more vicious, but for Xiao Aman or Chen Qingniu, their beatings and scoldings are too mild compared to the pain of their eyes. The most important thing is that he has a slight hope. When he was a child, he heard a poor poet talking about a pair of Zen techniques. When he asked someone that the world was blind and said that I was ashamed, humiliated, scolded, and destructed, and bullied me. What would I do? The answer was that I turned around and let him avoid him and feared that he would let him take it upon him. I would look at it again in a few years. Chen Qingniu was able to warm up the wine and went back to the woodshed that night. When it was late at night, it was quiet and felt that this was reasonable and unreasonable. So he asked himself, what should he do if he was in the situation. The answer was almost blurted out: I would kill him, and I would kill him. Then, two years later, someone died without warning. The cause of death was strange, but there was no clue.

No matter how small a poisonous snake is, it can be fatal if it is fast, accurate and ruthless.

As long as Chen Qingniu is given a position in charge, he will definitely make Xiao Wan'er feel in pain and die than life.

A little more, maybe he can put a black knife on the purple-clad playboy in the capital.

During the Qingming Festival this year, the sky was gray and it seemed like it was about to rain heavily in the next moment, but the Dragon King refused to rain as if he was holding his breath.

Liangzhou is a rich land of Zhuque, but not a big province. It is just because Liangzhou has rich minerals, especially iron ore. Half of the weapons of the Zhuque Dynasty were forged by Liangzhou iron. Liangzhou's main city was not large, with a population of less than 300,000. That's why Wang Qiong gasped when talking about the battle of Dangyang County. Chang'an Hou and the "villain slaughter" Lu Kui buried nearly half a million soldiers of the Yuhui Army alive, and pulled out all the people in the entire Liangzhou main city. I believe that except for those who are extremely hard-working and heart-wrenching, they had to fight with their legs and their scalp numb when they really saw the tragic scene of purgatory on earth.

Chen Qingniu did not say hello to the squad, so he sneaked out of Liulifang and walked in the lively and lively streets, which were obviously more Qingming and cold than before. Chen Qingniu was ready to be punished after returning. Liulifang was clearly rewarded. Those who have meritorious rewards and those who have failed were severely punished. Very few favoritism. Just like the Daling family absent from work two days ago, she was still whipped by a fish man with fifty whips, and she was fuzzy and would definitely not get out of bed without a month. This is probably the reason why Liulifang can stand out from the flock. The boss lady who saw the head but didn't see the tail has a huge shock and does not give her confidant any chance to be tired.

Near the city gate, a rich and extraordinary carriage whizzed by. The groom was a white-haired man, but had a middle-aged face, gentle and elegant, and he couldn't see through it.

The moment Chen Qingniu raised his head, the corner of the car curtain was lifted, and someone glanced at him.

He is a half-old Xu girl with charm and elegant style.

But his eyes were cold, like the moonlight falling on the heavy snow.

Chen Qingniu didn't take it seriously. If he was a man from a wealthy family, he might be an old customer of Liulifang and he had some chances to be familiar with him. But, Chen Qingniu really didn't know even a good family outside Liulifang. If Chen Qingniu had no impression of Chen Qingniu, he must be a stranger.

Chen Qingniu walked on his own and took the opportunity to appreciate the charm of Liangzhou City.

When he was a child, Chen Qingniu thought that Liulifang was very big. Next, the young man thought that Liangzhou was too big. Later, he realized that Liangzhou was just a small state of the Suzaku Dynasty. The real big state was the central Fengzhou and the Yanzhou with strong folk customs.

However, Zhuque is still not the largest dynasty in the Southern Continent. Even if the Yuhui Dynasty annexed, the two lands were added together, and the territory could not match the Western Regions. Chen Qingniu carefully carried a half pot of flower carvings with a savings of 80 to 10 years. After walking for a long time, he finally left Liangzhou City. During the Qingming Festival, Chongde Gate, which was heavily guarded by heavy troops, was much relaxed. He asked all the way and came to the ferry on the shore of Shanghu Lake. There were only a few ferries. Chen Qingniu bargained with the dark-skinned old boatman and gave the remaining fragments of silver for another seven or eight cents. The old man finally agreed to send Chen Qingniu back and forth to the top scholar's tomb.

After getting on the dilapidated boat, the elderly man opened his mouth and said, "Li Zhuangyuan is a fairy. I still remember that he sat in your position seven or eight years ago, gave me a ingot of gold and chatted with me, and didn't think I was despicable. Later, he left. At the beginning, there were girls from brothels coming to pay tribute every Qingming Festival, but it became sparse. In the past two years, I can't meet Meijiao again. I think they will be like old men like me, and they are so old that they are women. They will definitely not want Li Zhuangyuan to see their old looks. Brother, is that true?"

Chen Qingniu nodded and smiled, "Father-in-law, this must be the reason."

The old boatman sighed: "Pity our business is getting harder and harder."

Chen Qingniu was speechless. He was just a penniless pauper, not to mention that he did not have the habit or qualification to reward others.

Stingy is not necessarily a bad habit, but squandering is destined to be not a virtue.

Chen Qingniu was a inferior person who was forced to be complacent since childhood, or a villain who was vengeful.

The old man rowed, looked up at the gloomy sky, and said to himself: "It's so strange, it will rain in Liangzhou during the Qingming Festival. It's a rule for hundreds of years. Why did this year change the weather?"

Chen Qingniu became more and more speechless.

One and a half hours later, I finally arrived at a long-destroyed ferry. The old boatman reminded: "Little brother, follow the path and keep walking. You can reach the tomb of the priest in just one stick of incense. Don't stay for too long, I will wait for you for half an hour at most. Shanghu Lake will not be peaceful at night."

Chen Qingniu held the Huadiao, nodded, and jumped onto the ferry.

One stick of incense.

Finally found a lonely tomb with overgrown weeds.

There is no fragrance or wine in front of the tomb.

Lonely and lonely.

The tombstone is mottled.

Chen Qingniu placed the flower carved wine in front of the tomb and squatted down. The stone tablet was engraved with the six words "Tomb of Li Mu of Jiangzuo".

The very strange font is not a question of dragon flying and phoenix dancing iron and silver hooks, neither grass nor running nor regular script, and it is in a straight and harmonious way, just looking at it is calm.

Could it be that this man with a legendary and bumpy life died as peacefully as a font?

Chen Qingniu stood up with the pot of wine, fell all over in front of the tomb, and whispered: "After I was burying my only relative at the age of six, I swear that I will not kneel to heaven and earth, not to kneel to parents, not to kneel to Duke and Marquis, only to kneel to Chen's wet lady. I hope the top scholar Haihan will be."

In the sky, thick lightning suddenly intertwined, tearing apart the originally gray and dead sky curtain.

Spring thunder exploded.

The roar was endless.

Shocking hearts and lungs.

The previous stick of incense was gentle as a lady, and Shanghu suddenly surged.

In the end, it was a huge wave.
Chapter completed!