Wang Dong handed back the written paper, Qigong looked at Wang Dong's signature, looked at the crooked two words written by Wang Dong and frowned slightly, how did he write this word like this? But after glancing at Wang Dong, Qigong was relieved, it was rare for a poor family to be able to write their own names.

"Okay, you go with me in a while and hand over this hand to the local Lizheng." Qigong said as he took the hand into his arms.

Hands-on? Lizheng? Wang Dong listened to the Seventh Duke say this, and didn't know what he said, so he asked: "Seventh Prince, can you take the liberty of asking, what is the real hand?" What is Lizheng again? ”

Wang Dong said this sincerely, and his attitude could be seen from his respectful demeanor, but the Seventh Duke thought that this guy was playing tricks on himself, looked at Wang Dong, and reprimanded: "At this moment, I am still in the mood to laugh!" ”

"What's the matter, I'm serious, what is hand truth, what is Lizheng?"

Wang Dong said his question again, Qigong looked at Wang Dong as if he was laughing, and couldn't help but wonder, where did this person come from, and he didn't know what was in his hands? His puzzled gaze swept back and forth on Wang Dong's body, and when his gaze fell on Wang Dong's still bandaged head, he secretly wondered, "Isn't your brain broken?" Thinking of this, look at Wang Dong again, stupid, it must be so.

So Qi Gong said: "This hand is really what you saw, that is the identity certificate I wrote with you, and you will hand it over to the local Lizheng with me in a while, and then you will be a slave of my palace, and the government will no longer be difficult for you, understand?" ”

Listening to Qigong's words, Wang Dong understood no matter how stupid he was, it turned out that what he signed just now was a hand, but ...... Wait, slave? When did you become a slave of this palace? Although Wang Dong is not an ancient person, he also knows that no matter which dynasty he is in, this person is a good person and a cheap person, and the ancient times attached great importance to the good and cheap system, how did he accidentally enter the cheap nationality?

Thinking of this, Wang Dong immediately said: "Seventh Prince, how can you force Liang to become a prostitute? Ah, bah, you're forcing me to sell myself?! ”

"Selling?" When the seventh prince heard Wang Dong's words, he couldn't help but be stunned, but as Wang Dong looked into his arms, the seventh prince immediately understood, and said, "The old man asked you, do you have a public test?" ”

"Nope."

Qigong asked again: "Then you are from Taiyuan?" ”

"Not really."

"In this case, apart from selling yourself into slavery, how can you solve the problem of identity in such a situation?"

"This ......" Wang Dong was speechless for a while, yes, didn't he almost get arrested? Finally...... What should I do? Is it really as the old man in front of him said, to be reduced to the situation of selling himself into slavery?

Qigong looked at Wang Dong, and then said: "The old man sues you, if it weren't for Sanniang's kind words to protect you today, I'm afraid that you would already be in prison, hum!" Qigong snorted coldly, you must know that this Taiyuan royal family is a famous family, don't say anything else, that is, to be a slave and maid in the palace is expected by many people outside, but this useless stupid boy in front of him is still pushing back, if it weren't for Sanniang's orders, he wouldn't want such a subordinate.

Wang Dong is very conflicted in his heart at the moment, when he comes to this world, he does not seek to be rich and rich, he wants to live a plain life, but this selling himself as a slave is something he never expected, you must know that this slave is no different from a beast in ancient times, sometimes the master's family accidentally killed the slave, and the responsibility suffered is also minimal, and his life is not in his own hands at all.

Seeing that Wang Dong was still hesitating over there, Qigong snorted coldly and wanted to brush his sleeves away.

"Seven Princes, Seven Princes...... I, I'll just go with you. Wang Dong hurriedly walked in front of the Seventh Duke and said, there is no other way, and there is only one way to do it, it is better than being imprisoned and exiled, right?

Qigong looked at Wang Dong with a reluctant expression, and didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and walked straight past Wang Dong's side, Wang Dong followed closely behind Qigong, this time, Wang Dong himself didn't know what kind of road he would embark on. Could it be that God is punishing him? I can't get used to seeing the twenty-first world as a prestige, and when he came to Datang, he ended up selling himself into a lowly membership, hehe. Thinking of this, Wang Dong smiled bitterly.

It is said that the traffic in this ancient period is really very inconvenient, Wang Dong and Qigong walked in Jinyang City for nearly an hour before they came to the place where they were working. Xu is the seventh prince and there is an old acquaintance, or it may be that the identity of the palace is really very useful, explaining the intention, there is a very happy registration and making a book, and finally handed Wang Dong a gray hard paper, which is stamped with a seal, but what is written Wang Dong can't understand, this is the ancient ID card?

Wang Dong looked left and right, with this thing, there is no need to be afraid in the future.

Put the things away, Qigong and there are a few words of greeting again and then get up to say goodbye, during the whole period, Wang Dong did not say a word, a qiē is Qigong over there to answer Li Zheng's questions. Then the two of them took more than an hour to return to the palace, this time it took more than half a day, you must know that the real time to do things is only a cup of tea, which shows the backwardness of ancient transportation and the slow pace of life.

"It's getting late today, you can go back to your nursing home to rest for the time being, and I'll talk to you about other matters in detail tomorrow." The seventh duke, who returned to Wang Dong, walked in the other direction while admonishing, leaving Wang Dong alone standing in the middle of the courtyard in a daze.

"The yard where I'm recuperating?" Wang Dong touched his head, it was good to recognize the way during the day, but at night Wang Dong really didn't know how to go, "It should be this direction, right?" Wang Dong walked in one direction with his sixth sense, but it turned out that 90% of a man's sixth sense was not accurate, anyway, he was.

At this moment, Wang Dong was completely lost in his direction, and the sky was completely dark, except for a lantern that would appear far away, the whole world fell into darkness: "Where am I?" ”

The place Wang Dong came to was already "sparsely populated", so he couldn't find someone to ask for directions, so Wang Dong could only rely on his own feelings to break in. In the dark corridor, Wang Dongmai was on it, and the sound of his footsteps clearly came into his ears, and there was silence around him, and the silence was a little terrifying.

"What the hell is this place?!" A gust of autumn wind blew, and the fallen leaves on the ground "rustled", which added a bit of gloom to this courtyard.