Chen Qingniu's life did not fluctuate because of the arrival of Yuhui Zhaorong, and on the second day, Wang Qiong didn't know where to get the news, saying that the twelve delicate prostitutes of Liulifang were trained by a strange fish man, not the original big leader, who drank the whole night of flower wine, was drunk, and disappeared all day.

Chen Qingniu can fully understand the frustration of the veteran leader of the flower bush, a large string of tender meat in his mouth, just about to bite out the juice, he was taken away, isn't it equivalent to the hatred of taking his wife?

Liulifang's business is obviously much better, even if Zhaorong, who has become a prostitute, has not yet accepted customers, but the rich people in Liangzhou can't wait, come to Liulifang early, get close to the Yugong family, smash down the silver ticket and gold ingot, and beg these young prostitutes to be the first to try it once they are trained.

Chen Qingniu's injuries recovered quickly, the herbs pounded into powder are the secret recipes taught by the predecessors, stop bleeding and remove stasis, the Qinglou guy will inevitably be beaten and beaten, everyone needs to have a copy of the powder, he didn't think much about the healed calf, only as a good effect of the powder, but he didn't know that he was injured by a kick and turned wine into a sword, all of them were serious internal injuries, fortunately, the prince of the capital and his party didn't take this half-dead guy out of the yard seriously at all, otherwise they categorically didn't believe that this guy was already alive.

Chen Qingniu finished a day's work, returned to the secluded firewood room, first drew a tiger dog and played a set of punches, it was a scattered style he stole from Wang Qiong, similar but not similar, over time, can only add some stiff strength, but it is better than nothing, Chen Qingniu enjoys it, and always feels that one more skill is in the body, and there is more capital to live.

Before the hour, he counted the savings of several years hidden under the blue bricks, and he was careless enough to buy half a pot of inferior flower carvings with water.

The whole time, not only the skin, but also the stinging pain that can make the bone marrow tremble, is obviously a point worse than yesterday, Chen Qingniu bit his arm, raised his head, and involuntarily widened his eyes, this kind of pain, the most vicious thing is that it will never make people feel numb, Chen Qingniu has always remained awake, sixteen years of bitter but not thick thin life, one by one, pictures emerge in his mind, and finally freeze on the back of the slender woman.

As soon as the time passed, the ribbon-like foreign body in his eyes that was called "stinging dragon" by Zhuang Yuanlang finally stopped, Chen Qingniu's labor pain lasted for about half an hour, but it was obviously much easier, he took a deep breath for a while according to the old method, and finally stopped the trembling of his body, and wiped away the blood and tears that blurred the entire handsome face.

He is an abandoned baby, in infancy, he was thrown on the stairs at the door of Liulifang, the cheapest fabric, without any ornaments on his body, so there is no clue, nine times out of ten is that the poor family is destined to not be able to support, and is lost as a burden.

It just so happened that it was the day when Liulifang sacrificed to the prostitute ancestor and master, Liulifang sent a rare kindness, adopted Chen Qingniu, at first there was no name, the maid who fed her the most milk was surnamed Chen, and the child followed the surname Chen, nicknamed Aman, after all, the woman of Liulifang is not an ordinary lady who is not virtuous, let alone a village woman, and will not give Chen Qingniu an unbearable sloppy nickname, A Man and Aman, calling very intimate and lovely, Chen Qingniu was also carved jade when he was a child, so it is very attractive, I vaguely remember that the older generation of aunts in the workshop like to Qian smiled and said that aunt gave you candy to eat, pull him away"Stepping on the bed", this is the custom of the Qinglou, shouting a more handsome and auspicious male baby, jumping on the embroidery bed, and burning incense to the prostitute ancestor is a truth.

When Chen Qingniu was five years old, the nurse died, and she got sick, a kind of common thing that Qinglou women get, not big or small, if you have money to treat it, you can get through it, and if you don't have money, you can wait to die. And in the eyes of the Yu Gong family, she is only two pieces of meat on her chest and can still enter the eyes of ordinary prostitutes, plus she is not young, she is a dead wood that can't shake much money, and she thinks about it in the workshop, and refuses to pay for treatment, so she was boiled to death, and her death was ugly, and she stayed in bed for a year, and a small red card that was originally beautiful was boiled into a ghost.

Before she died, even her best friends in the workshop refused to visit, only Xiao Aman stayed at the head of the bed, talking to her, at that time she actually couldn't hear anything, her whole body was withered, and she was more 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, plus fed milk for two years, the business of the woman who relied on a few catties of meat and rice in her chest became increasingly light, and when she was buried, she didn't have a penny of private money, so Xiao Aman went to the door of her aunts and knelt, kneeling one by one, and finally asked for the cheapest coffin money, and was buried in a wilderness in Liangzhou City, was occupied by a family surnamed Liangzhou.

Since then, Xiao Aman has never been to that mountain, but every time he has a child, he tells himself that one day, he will go there.

After the death of a woman who is countless times better than her mother, the aunts who are closer to the community are either decrepit and have no news, or they are ransomed, and a few who are lucky to be concubines who are suppressed by the eldest woman, and most of them are unlucky, beaten to death by the buyer, killed by the jealous woman, and so on. Only a few or two people have saved enough money and left Liulifang, which can support themselves, but the drama is unrighteous and ruthless, and the hook is out of the fence, who still remembers that it was just a drag on the little Aman, so those years were the most miserable and miserable days for the little Aman. During the day, he was bullied by others, and at night he had to endure the pain of his eyes and heart.

In these hopeless days, even many outsiders, looking at the skinny child with calloused hands, couldn't help but muttered that this child was really guilty of his previous life in the world.

The turning point was the man who was poor but had a jade-like temperament.

Xiao Aman, surnamed Chen, who has no name, actually stepped on shit luck and became the famous Chen Qingdi, or Chen Qingniu.

Many red-eyed people are doubly vicious, but for Xiao Aman, or Chen Qingniu, their beating and scolding is too slight compared to the pain in his eyes, and the most important thing is that he has a glimmer of hope. When he was a child, when he was giving people warm wine, he heard a poet who was not in the stream talking about a pair of Zen machines, and the question was that the world was blind, saying that I was humiliated, insulted me, scolded me, ruined me, and deceived me, what would I do? The reply was that I turned around and let him avoid him, afraid that he would rely on him, and I would see it again in a few years. Chen Qingniu warmed the wine properly, went back to the firewood room that night, and when he survived, it was quiet in the dead of night, and he felt that this was reasonable and unreasonable, so he asked himself what he should do if he was in his situation. The answer is almost blurted out: if I can kill it, I will kill it. Then, two years later, someone died without warning, and the cause of death was strange, but no clues could be found.

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

As long as Chen Qingniu is given a position in charge, he will definitely be able to make Xiao Wan'er feel miserable, and life is better than death.

A little more, maybe he can lay a black knife on that purple-clothed man in the capital.

In this year's Qingming season, the sky was gray, as if it was going to pour rain in the next moment, but the dragon king refused to rain as if holding his breath.

Liangzhou is a rich land of Suzaku, but it is not a big state, just because Liangzhou is rich in minerals, especially iron ore, half of the weapons of the Suzaku Dynasty are forged by Liangzhou iron, and the main city of Liangzhou is not large, with a population of less than 300,000, so Wang Qiong said that Dangyang County gasped in the first battle, Chang'an Hou and "villain slaughter" Lu Kui buried nearly half a million soldiers of the Yuhui Army alive, and it was not enough to pull out all the people in the entire main city of Liangzhou.

Chen Qingniu did not say hello to the master, so he sneaked out of Liulifang, walking in the lively or lively but obviously more than before the Qingming and bleak streets, Chen Qingniu is ready to go back to be punished, Liulifang rewards and punishments are clear, those who have merit are rewarded, those who have been punished heavily, there is very little favoritism, just like the two days ago the big leader was absent from work, and he was still beaten by Yugong for fifty whips, the flesh and blood were blurred, and he would definitely not be able to get out of bed without a month. This is probably also the root cause of Liulifang's ability to stand out from the crowd, and the proprietress of Shenlong has a huge deterrent effect, and does not give his henchmen the slightest chance to be lazy.

Approaching the city gate, a magnificent and extraordinary carriage whizzed by, and the groom was a gray-haired man, but with a middle-aged man's face, gentle and elegant, and he couldn't see through his age.

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

is a half-old who still has charm, graceful and luxurious.

It's just that his eyes are cold, like moonlight sprinkled on heavy snow.

Chen Qingniu didn't take it to heart, if it was a man from a rich family, maybe he would be an old customer of Liulifang, and he would be familiar with him a little bit, but woman, Chen Qingniu really didn't know even a good family outside Liulifang. If Chen Qingniu has no impression, then he must be a stranger.

Chen Qingniu walked by himself and took the opportunity to appreciate the style of Liangzhou City.

When he was a child, Chen Qingniu felt that Liulifang was very big, and then, the boy felt that Liangzhou City was too big, and later learned that Liangzhou was just a small state in the Vermilion Bird Dynasty, and the real big state was the central Fengzhou, and it was Yanzhou, which was a fierce people.

However, Suzaku is still not the largest dynasty in Nanzhan Buzhou, even if it annexes the Jade Hui Dynasty, the two lands are combined, and the territory is no match for the Western Regions. Chen Qingniu carefully carried the half-pot flower carving that had been saved eight or nine out of ten, walked for a long time, and finally came out of Liangzhou City, during the Qingming Dynasty, the Chongde Gate guarded by heavy soldiers was also much lax, he asked all the way, first came to the ferry port on the shore of Shanghu Lake, there were few ferries, Chen Qingniu bargained with the dark-skinned old boatman, and gave away the remaining bits and pieces of silver for seven or eight points, and the old man finally agreed to send Chen Qingniu to a trip back and forth to the tomb of the champion.

got on the dilapidated boat, and the elderly man opened the conversation box and nagged: " Li Zhuangyuan is a fairy figure, I still remember that he sat in your position seven or eight years ago, gave me a piece of gold, chatted with me, and didn't think I was ugly, and then he left, at the beginning of every year Qingming, there would be a girl from the Qinglou to pay respects, and then it was sparse, to the past two years, I can't meet Meijiao-Niang, I think they will be like a bad old man like me, they are too old, they are women, they definitely don't want Li Zhuangyuan to see their old appearance, little brother, isn't this reasonable?"

Chen Qingniu nodded and smiled: "Old man, this must be the reason." ”

The old boatman lamented: "Poor our business is getting worse and worse. ”

Chen Qingniu was speechless, he himself was just a penniless pauper, not to mention the habit and qualification to reward others.

Slamming the door is not necessarily a vice, but squandering is not destined to be a virtue.

Chen Qingniu is an inferior person who has been forced to pay for it since he was a child, or a villain who must be repaid.

The old man rowed, looked up at the gloomy sky, and said to himself: "It's strange, it will rain in Qingming in Liangzhou, it has been a rule for hundreds of years, why is it that this year, the sky has changed?"

Chen Qingniu became more and more speechless.

An hour and a half later, at last they came to a long-dilapidated ferry, and the old boatman advised: "Little brother, follow the path all the way, and you can reach the tomb of the champion with a stick of incense." Don't stay too long, I'll wait for you for half an hour at most. At night, Shanghu is not peaceful. ”

Chen Qingniu held the flower carving, nodded, and jumped onto the ferry.

A stick of incense.

It was not easy to find a lonely grave overgrown with weeds.

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

Lonely.

The tombstone is mottled.

Chen Qingniu put the flower carving wine in front of the tomb, squatted down, and the stone tablet was engraved with the six words "the tomb of Li Mu of Jiangzuo".

Very strange font, not to mention the dragon flying phoenix dancing iron painting silver hook, non-grass non-line non-Kai non-subordinate, in the middle of the round, just look at it calmly.

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

Chen Qingniu took the pot of wine, stood up, fell down in front of the tomb, and said softly: "After I buried my only relative at the age of six, I swore that I would not kneel to heaven and earth, not to kneel to my parents, not to kneel to my father, and only to kneel to Chen's nurse in this life. Wangzhuanglang Haihan. ”

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

The spring thunder exploded.

The roar was endless.

Shocking.

The previous incense stick was still as gentle as a lady's Shanghu surging in a flash.

In the end, it turned out to be a big wave.

Visions of heaven and earth.