Chapter 140: Sending You to the Sky (8)

The carriage was still moving forward slowly.

Thanks to his hearing training since childhood, Sui Qing could accurately distinguish the subtle sigh of the man in the carriage from the surrounding hawking.

"Sir, are you going back?" Sui Qing hesitated for a moment and still asked. Shen Minghuan said he was strange, but in his opinion, Shen Minghuan today was also unusual.

Shen Minghuan was never so silent and heavy. He could laugh and scold Emperor Yan, and his talent and arrogance could not be concealed.

"No, keep going forward." Shen Minghuan rarely felt this irritable. He always did what he wanted to do and sneered at the four words "hide one's light and bide one's time".

It was really strange that he could persuade Nan Huaijin to take it slowly, but it was his turn, and he wished he could overturn the world now.

Shen Minghuan bought a lot of people along the way. Except for the two children who were hugging each other and shivering in the corner in the carriage, all the others were sent to the mansion by slave traders.

The whole market knew that a wealthy and generous customer had come to the alley.

However, perhaps because they saw that Shen Minghuan was not ordinary, the dealers did not dare to crowd up and only waved whips to make the slaves stand straight, as if displaying goods, hoping to be favored by Shen Minghuan.

The people Shen Minghuan bought seemed to have no special features. There were men, women, young and old, strong, thin, and even dying.

Even Sui Qing was puzzled when he saw them. He asked, "Sir, what kind of slaves do you want to buy?"

He could ask the dealers to pick out those who met the requirements, so that Shen Minghuan could return home earlier.

This place is dirty, bloody, and has no bottom line. It is not suitable for a young man like Qingfeng and Liangyue to see.

Shen Minghuan's eyes swept across those dead eyes and sighed, "Sui Qing, I can't save everyone."

Sui Qing straightened his back.

This sentence seemed familiar. He used it to persuade Shen Minghuan just now.

Sui Qing explained dryly: "Young Master, you have saved many people."

He didn't know why, but when Shen Minghuan said this, he inexplicably carried a kind of sorrow heavier than Mount Tai. It was like a god in the sky looking down at the world, and the suffering condensed into a drop of blood and tears in the corner of his eyes.

Shen Minghuan obviously didn't get comfort from this empty and powerless explanation. He pointed to a corner on the right, "Sui Qing pays, buy him, and we'll go back."

Sui Qing turned around as if he had been pardoned, and found that his young master's preferences were still unpredictable.

There was only one slave in the corner.

He was half lying on the ground, with bloodstains all over his body, and his legs twisted in an abnormal arc.

The slave trader came over with a red-hot iron viciously.

A piece of silver was thrown out as a hidden weapon, just knocking the iron out of the trader's hand.

Sui Qing said coldly: "Our young master wants this man."

The dealer was hit on the hand unexpectedly. He was about to curse in pain, but when he turned around, he saw the luxurious carriage that was passed down by word of mouth, and his face suddenly opened with smiles.

"Ah, it turns out to be you, sir. It is a blessing for this slave to be favored by you, but this one is disobedient. Do you want to look at something else?"

Sui Qing did not answer, but explained to Shen Minghuan in a low voice: "It should be a slave who was caught after escaping many times. In order to dispel their idea of ​​escaping, the dealer will give them tattoos or branding."

This is a punishment that even slaves would feel ashamed of. From then on, unless they go into the deep mountains and old forests, everyone who sees them will know that they are inferior.

"Yes, yes, he has escaped eight times." The dealer sneered: "You still think you are the young master of a big family. Liang State has died long ago!"

Slaves with tattoos usually mean that they are not tamed, and the price will be low. He usually does not do this.

But this slave always wanted to escape, and even encouraged other slaves to run away with him, which was really annoying.

Although he wanted to make this deal, he didn't dare to sell such a disobedient slave to the nobleman, otherwise what if something happened to him and implicated him?

"Sir, please take a look at this, it is said that this slave has studied and can write." The dealer pulled another slave next to him and nodded.

Shen Minghuan lifted a corner of the curtain, glanced at him casually, and said with a smile: "Isn't the silver I gave enough to buy all your slaves?"

His tone was slow and unhurried, but the dealer still broke out in a cold sweat for no reason, "Enough, enough."

Yan State did not have a prince yet, and the only one who could use "I" to call himself was the prince of Yong State who was sent as a hostage.

Xie Zhifei tried to open his eyes, not looking at Sui Qing who saved him, but looking straight at the noble young man in white clothes and tied hair in the carriage.

This was the first time Xie Zhifei saw Shen Minghuan.

Many years later, when Xie Zhifei recalled his embarrassment and destitution in his youth, he was thankful countless times that he had escaped eight times.

Even though he was injured all over and almost died, he finally dragged himself to Shen Minghuan's arrival.

Xie Zhifei couldn't walk in this situation, so Shen Minghuan asked Sui Qing to take him to the carriage.

The incense burner was still emitting a faint fragrance, which couldn't cover the odor of the three people. Xie Zhifei was covered in blood and inevitably stained the seat.

If the butler saw that the gorgeous and luxurious carriage he had carefully arranged had become like this, he would probably faint.

Fortunately, the carriage was big enough, and Sui Qing placed the person in the corner. He looked at the man's miserable and terrifying wounds, and suddenly realized who Shen Minghuan wanted to save.

All people in the world are suffering, and the world is like a furnace.

Some people are confused, but there are still people struggling to survive.

"Sir, if it was you that I met at the beginning, you probably wouldn't save me." Sui Qing said bitterly.

Compared to the three slaves on the carriage, he accepted his fate much earlier.

Suiqing thought, compared with his lifeless body, the shining unyielding souls like these people are indeed more worthy of redemption.

Xie Zhifei was unconscious. He closed his eyes, listened to the conversation in his ears, and sighed deeply in his heart.

He was born into a scholarly family. He had been studying since he was a child. His ink pens were the bones, his poems and paintings were his soul. The words of the sages enlightened his ambition.

Once I was down and out, I could no longer endure the narrow life where I could only see three inches of the world when I looked up.

He didn't think there was anything worthy of admiration or admiration in his temperament.

If they can be fine, who would want to have their spine crushed to prove that their pride is still there?

If everything goes smoothly, who would be willing to be beaten and tortured, and use their personal experience to write about the magnificent story of "nine deaths but no regrets"?

At first, he just wanted to be a casual scholar.

It's a pity that this world is so...

It's not up to anyone at all.

Shen Minghuan understood Sui Qing's thoughts after a moment's thought. It was rare for him to be so obviously speechless.

Suiqing's feelings of self-pity were brewing halfway before turning into embarrassment, and she always felt that she had said something stupid.

"Sui Qing, I don't deny that there are reasons for choosing these people."

"Time is running out. I don't have time to build their hearts, encourage them to stand up, and wait for them to learn to resist. It will be a long journey."

Suiqing lowered his head, thinking that it was indeed the case.

In fact, he had no complaints against Shen Minghuan. On the contrary, he was very grateful and admired the person in front of him.

Every enjoyment of the nobles is based on the blood and sweat of countless civilian slaves. No matter how the throne is transferred, it is a game for those superiors.

The world is divided and reuniting, the people in power are changing again and again, and no one is willing to look down at them.

Only Shen Minghuan.

Shen Minghuan is different.

He believed in Shen Minghuan's promise.

He believed that one day, the world would no longer be treated as slaves like cattle and horses.

He believed that all lives would have equal weight and life and death would no longer be controlled by others.

He was just sad.

He is not the kind of person Shen Minghuan expects. He is not brave enough or strong enough. He is just like a dog in this troubled world.

"We were short of manpower, so we singled them out."

"However, it is a very, very bad thing to measure people's value by profit. People should not be as humble as ants. People are born to stand between heaven and earth."

"Sui Qing, if Gu doesn't save you, it's definitely not your fault. It must be because Gu can't save you."

Shen Minghuan's voice was calm, "Just as I haven't saved everyone now, it's not because they are not worthy, but because I can't save so many."

"The world is in trouble, and it's not your fault that you are suffering."

Shen Minghuan lowered his eyes slightly as he listened to the scoldings, whippings, and cries of pain outside the carriage, "It's my incompetence."

Sui Qing's tears burst out instantly. He turned his head away in embarrassment, hurriedly said "I'm going to drive" and hid outside.

The two children listened in a daze. They didn't quite understand what was said, but they suddenly felt very sad, even sadder than when they were almost sold.

They pursed their lips and subconsciously wanted to say something, but they couldn't say anything. They only subconsciously kept this sentence in their hearts.

Xie Zhifei, who was in a daze, caught these few words in the chaos, and was stunned for a moment.

It's like experiencing a tsunami, feeling happy and sad at the same time.

He thought that there would be no one else, and there could be no one else but this person as the future co-owner of the world.

It's like running into an old friend you've been longing for for a long time while trekking in the snow. I wanted to say hello with a smile, but instead came out crying.

You are finally here.

Why did you come?

Xie Zhifei struggled desperately to wake up, to open his eyes, and to look at the little prince again.

But maybe the injury was too serious, or maybe it was too shocking. His heart surged violently, and he fainted.

But what he thought was a violent struggle, in Shen Minghuan's eyes, was just a slight twitching of his fingers.

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"I'm not good at treating trauma. Master, you'd better hire another doctor."

"Mr. He is so humble. Even if you are not good at it, you are still better than those doctors outside. I believe in you, and I will leave this person to you."

Xie Zhifei vaguely regained some consciousness. He had a deep memory of the little prince's voice, perhaps because it had rang in his heart thousands of times when he was unconscious.

But now why do I vaguely feel that the little prince with a big chest is speaking in a flattering tone at this moment?

Doctor He looked at Shen Minghuan suspiciously: "Sir, do you think you can find something to do for me and then ignore you?"

"How could it be?" Shen Minghuan said impassionedly, "The imperial doctor doesn't know something. This person is very important to Gu. I can only rest assured if I leave him to you."

Xie Zhifei: "..."

He didn't even know he was so important.

Doctor He was doubtful, "His leg has been broken for a while, and it was not treated in time. I have connected it for him. How he recovers depends on his luck."

Doctor He turned around and said, "I heard that the young master went to the market today. There are many dirty places. I will diagnose the young master's pulse."

People at that time didn’t know there was such a thing as germs, but they were vaguely aware that it was easier to get sick if you stayed in a place with a poor environment for a long time.

Shen Minghuan put his hands behind his back, "No, that's no need. How can I be so fragile?"

It happened that the butler knocked on the door: "Master, the third prince is here and has been placed in the front hall."

"Come here alone."

Shen Minghuan couldn't wait, and turned back and said proudly: "Doctor, it's not that I don't want to, but there are guests."

Doctor He: "..."

Xie Zhifei: "..."

In such a short time, the image of the little prince in his mind has changed from the most holy and wise to the one who is afraid of illness and afraid of doctors.