"I ...... Shame on the sixth brother. ”

Lu San only felt a pain in his heart, and he didn't dare to look up at the people around him.

"Shame?"

Mrs. Lu suddenly slapped the table.

"What do you have to feel guilty about, a promising tribute student who was given by the imperial court was born by a thief...... Shengsheng broke his hand. The person who broke your arm should be guilty of it, the one who instructed you behind it! ”

Mrs. Lu's tears fell like beads with broken threads.

"Wanhua."

Lu Yushi glanced at her abruptly and said in a deep tone.

Mrs. Lu suddenly lost her words, and hurriedly lowered her head as if she was covering up, and gently wiped her tears.

Lu San heard it in his ears, raised his head in disbelief, and his voice trembled a little.

"Mother means ......?"

"You go down first, you don't need to ask more about this."

Lu Yushi interrupted him and waved his hand with a gloomy face.

"Father!"

Lu San's slender fox eyes were red, and he looked at Lu Yushi and said sadly.

"Let's go."

Lu Er stopped him, looked into his eyes and said softly.

…………

It was late at night.

The smell of the cell was strange, cold and damp after years of sunshine and the slight decay of wood.

At the end of the corridor is the cell of Lu Zhen, the sixth young master of the Lu family, although the cell leaders specially cleaned it up, and put a small dim oil lamp in it, but in the end it was still gloomy and cold.

Lu Liu, who grew up in fine clothes and jade food, has never been to such a place. At this time, he sat quietly in a dim corner with his knees crossed, looking at the rays of moonlight obliquely shining in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Next to it was a bedding, a change of clothes, and a few boxes of food sent by Mrs. Lu and others, but they obviously didn't pass.

"Ahem, little brother."

A hoarse voice rang out from nearby, echoing through the silence of the cell.

"You are obviously dressed as a rich kid, but how did you get in?"

The hoarse male voice continued.

Lu Liu didn't hear it, still sitting there quietly with his head down.

"If my daughter is still here, she may be about the same age as you."

The man was unyielding, but still said.

Lu Liu still ignored him and closed his eyes slightly.

"What a stubborn boy."

The man sighed.

After a moment of silence, the hoarse voice was bored, and opened again.

"Little brother, let me tell you a joke."

"I don't listen."

Lu Liu finally opened his mouth, but it was in a tone of refusal.

The man laughed softly twice, and began to speak to himself.

"It is said that there is a man in southern Yunnan, whose land at home has been lost in the war, and he is really poor and can't survive, so he wants to take his daughter-in-law and a pair of children to Beijing to find a way to live. Who knew that his daughter-in-law ran away with a merchant who was selling flowers in the streets and alleys on the way, and took away the only dozen copper plates left on the man's body. ”

The man seemed to really think what he was telling was interesting, and couldn't help but laugh.

The man had nowhere to go with a pair of children, but he happened to catch up with the good time when the opera troupes from various prefectures and prefectures entered Beijing to congratulate the Queen Mother's birthday, so he sold his nine-year-old eldest daughter to a troupe by the way. The team is a very famous class, although it is a lowly business, but it is very generous, and bought the man's eldest daughter to a famous character called Little Peony Flower in the team as a girl. ”

It is extremely common for poor families to sell their children and daughters, although most of the girls in the Lu Mansion are born in the family, but in the end, a few of them are bought from outside, and such complaints about poverty make people's ears calloused, so Lu Liu's heart is a little impatient.

"Don't talk about it, I don't want to hear it."

Lu Liu stood up, spread the futon brought by Mrs. Lu and the others on the cold wooden board, and said to the man coldly.

The man in the cell next to him did not stop, but continued to talk to himself.

The man got a tael of silver, and he did not go to the capital, but stopped on the way, and took his little son, who was only two years old, to live. Who knew that he was destined to die, and within half a year, his youngest son died of a cold. The man buried his son and wanted to die, but he couldn't let go of his daughter in his heart, so he simply came to the capital, just to secretly see how his daughter was doing and died without regrets. Who knew that when he inquired in the capital, the famous actor named Little Peony Hua'er who was serving his daughter had died of illness a few days ago, and when he asked about his daughter's whereabouts, no one knew. ”

The movements in Lu Liu's hands couldn't help but slow down, and he came out to listen with a slight distraction.

"The man didn't believe in evil, and after asking around, he only vaguely heard that the little peony was infected in a big official's mansion in Beijing, and the big official was kind-hearted, and he specially invited a doctor to see her sick, but unfortunately he died in the end."

The man's voice was hoarse and dry, echoing silently in the empty cell.

The man squatted at the back door of the big official for more than half a month, and finally waited for a gardener's work. However, that big official is really a good official, not to mention honesty and integrity, and he is also generous to his subordinates. The man couldn't find his daughter, so he was disheartened and wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, a small abandoned house was found in the garden, which was full of large urns. ”

Lu Liu was listening to it, but the man suddenly stopped talking.

"What's so strange about the big urn?"

Lu Liu couldn't help coughing and asked.

The man was silent for a long time, so long that Lu Liu thought he was asleep, but he opened his mouth again.

"The big urn is much bigger than the ordinary pickles, and the man only thinks that the big official's mansion has a large population, so the pickled pickle urn naturally has to be big. I didn't think it was surprising, I pushed the door and was about to go out, but I saw a strange place out of the corner of my eye. There were notes on the big urn, on which were written the days of the near and far, and in another blank space were the names of the people. ”

Lu Liu's brows furrowed slightly, and some strange feelings welled up in his heart.

The man looked carefully one by one, and saw that more than a dozen urns were like this, and one of the urns actually had the words "small peony flowers" written on them. The man faintly felt bad in his heart, so he reached out and lifted the lid of the big urn, and suddenly a foul smell came to his nose, and it was dark and unclear. He had the courage to reach out and touch it, but he touched a round thing. ”

"What is it?"

Lu Liu bit his lip and asked softly.

The man picked it up and looked at it, and it was a human head that had been rotting for many days, and there were fat white maggots writhing in the eye sockets. The man was frightened, threw the end into the urn and ran out of the door, squatting beside the rockery in the garden and shaking for a long time before recovering his strength. ”

Lu Liu only felt a churning in his stomach, and couldn't help but bend down.

Although the man was greatly stimulated, he still had the courage to go back, just thinking to see if there was any name of his daughter, and after searching for a long time, he did not find it. But he knew that his daughter would be unlucky, but he didn't know where the body was, so he stayed in the big official mansion, doing the work of a gardener while looking for the traces left by his daughter. ”

The hoarse voice was very steady in tone, and it spoke slowly.