The blade was as fast as lightning, caught off guard, but stopped at a distance of less than an inch from the neck, and pressed downward,

Cheng Lian'an's collarbone hurt, as if he had been struck by lightning, he sat on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Chitose...... What does that mean?"

Chang Sihao said: "If someone else is me, you are already dead," Cheng Lianan was stunned, Chang Sihao took back the knife and said: "You are a fool now, you don't understand,"

Cheng Lian'an couldn't answer in a hurry, Chang Sihao said: "The housework of the royal brother, he Guo Shu Ronghua has to avoid it, and you little eunuch should know," Cheng Lian'an was full of surprise: "This ......" Chang Sihao didn't give him room to think, and shook the vial of the antidote between his two fingers: "Who gave you this antidote to 'Qin Huai Nuan Drunk'," Cheng Lianan said: "It's the third gear head,"

Chang Sihao's nostrils snorted lightly: "He taught you to preside over this matter today, right," Cheng Lian'an nodded hurriedly: "He said that I can stand alone now, just take this opportunity to ......" Speaking of this, his eyes froze, and he was speechless, Chang Sihao squatted down and stared at him:" You are Feng Bao's righteous son, he arranged to Dongchang, his identity is naturally different from others, people work hard, how much hard work has been made to sit in the position of the master, but you, you only need to rely on this identity for a few years, you can be lifted up and ride on their heads, you say that people are not happy," [Xianmo: Xiao Cheng "commanded" before Zeng Shiquan waited, there is already the meaning of showing respect to the upper position, dialing the people who study in the factory, showing what respect, saying that the respect of his father-in-law is also, Li Ao said that the Kuomintang is connected by genitals, and now the two Feng Cheng of the East Factory do not even have genitals, the same string, then the power is their genitals, it is really ridiculous, the ridiculous place is the great sadness of the people, Zeng Shiquan and others are not happy, who can be happy in the world, so the author writes about the Dongchang world, and the real grievances of China are also,]

Cheng Lian'an's immature face was cloudy, sweat slowly seeped out from the corners of his forehead, Chang Sihao slapped his head with a big hand: "Answer me, I'm not happy," Cheng Lian'an was caught off guard by him, his body shrank, and he subconsciously replied: "Open, no...... unhappy," Chang Sihao glared at him: "It's easy for me to kill you, you can use a knife, pat you so lightly, you can die violently in two hours, believe it or not," Cheng Lianan shrank away from his demonstration hand, and said timidly: "Believe, I believe,"

Chang Sihao said: "You don't know martial arts, and your brain is stupid, why stay in a place like Dongchang, they want to kill you, it's like pinching an ant to death, just too lazy to do it yourself, do you know," Cheng Lian Anyang resisted and said: "I am the righteous son of Gonggong Feng, who dares to touch me, [Xianmo: If you have the idea of relying on people, you should fight,] Chang Sihao's big hand slapped on his head [Xianmo: Don't slap your face, it's to save his face,]: "Don't be stupid, don't be stupid, and dare to say that you're not stupid, stupid or not, you're not stupid," Cheng Lianan grinned in pain, sat back on the ground with his head in his hands, and shrunk into a ball, and said: "Stupid, stupid, I'm stupid, the slave doesn't dare,"

When he dodged, the items in his arms were scattered, making a crackling sound, in addition to a few pieces of scattered silver, as well as his family heirloom carved dragon jade pendant, Chang Sihao stopped the volley, bent down and rubbed it in his hand, and said coldly: "The eunuch wants to adopt a son, [Xianmo: Ming Neiting Qixiang, the eunuch has no children, Gan'er, Dili Sun Dalasun and the gang, all of which are not below, and they are still passed on to the next generation] As long as the power is in hand, there can be fewer people who want to recognize him as a godfather [ Xianmo: In the past, there were many boys who recognized godfathers, but now they are girls who recognize godfathers everywhere, the Chinese people are yin and yang, and even the godfather is also yin and yang, and the coke is extreme, ], what's so strange about you dead, don't say it's you, even if he Feng Bao dies today, it will be pulled down on the spot and buried, and no one will take a look at his corpse more, [Xianmo: Ancient and modern, the living don't care about the dead, and it's not the case in the inner court, now I don't talk about feudal superstition, and there are fewer people who worship ancestors on the New Year's Day, don't remember the ancestors, naturally don't be filial to my father and mother,]" As he spoke, he threw the jade pendant back on him,

Cheng Lian'an grabbed the jade pendant in his hand, he couldn't bear it, his lips trembled, and the edges of his fingers gradually turned white.

Chang Sihao stood up and asked, "Silly Er, how is your body?"

Li Shuangji leaned against the box with his chest, and replied hurriedly when he called: "It's okay, I'm strong,"

Chang Sihao asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Li Shuangji fell to the ground with a snort [Xianmo: It's rare to be stupid and crisp and stylish], and replied loudly: "I know,"

Chang Sihao asked: "You know, who am I,"

Li Shuangji said: "Before sending us out, the horse dog people have already made it public, saying that our big boss is the young master of the Qin family in Shanxi, and you are the brother-in-law of the big dong family, so naturally it is Chang Sihao who killed the Tartar in Datong, Chang Ye, you are a famous person, Mr. Liang sings with you in the play, how can I not know,"

Chang Sihao felt a little funny when he saw his eyes wide open and solemn, and threw the wave chopping knife to him and said, "Guard here," After speaking, he gently hugged Qin Ziyin with his neck and knees, and beckoned Cheng Lian'an to follow him out of the flower hall through the back door.

When he came to the bedroom, he placed Qin Ziyin on the bed and covered the quilt, retreated to the outer room, brought a chair and motioned for Cheng Lian'an to sit down, and said, "Do you know why I discipline you," Cheng Lian followed quietly all the way, his mood was obviously much calmer than just now, and his eyes rolled bonelessly: "It must have something to do with my father,"

Chang Sihao leaned against the corner of the table and looked down at him, hugged his shoulders coldly and said, "Do you mean Feng Bao?"

Cheng Lianan hurriedly said: "No, it's my biological father,"

Chang Sihao said: "It turns out that you still think that Lord Cheng is your biological father,"

Cheng Lianan raised his eyes: "My father-in-law has already told the slave about Chitose and his father, Chitose is loyal to the people, and the slave is grateful to be grateful,"

There was silence in the room,

Chang Sihao looked at him and said, "What are your plans?"

Cheng Lianan bowed his head and was silent for a while, and said, "I don't have a plan, I ...... I just want to live,"

His head was raised again, and his face was a kind of deathly indifference: "I know what you want to say, but you are wrong, you don't understand me at all,"

His gaze turned low, and the emotions in his eyes were complicated,

It's complicated like a child,

But Chang Sihao understood, [Xianmo: Only people can understand it, Xiao Chang has passed through,]

,, I just want to live,

He has no relatives, no friends, no martial arts, only one life, a mouth that needs food, he needs a position, a place that belongs to him, a place where he can live,

Survival does not need to be innocent [Xianmo: It is really difficult for non-orphans to understand the emotion here, and the author's life experience is also pitiful, sighing,],

The father-in-law can provide everything he needs, but how can a man give food to others?

Sooner or later, people will have to fend for themselves,

In an instant, Chang Sihao seemed to see the low and dilapidated butcher shop in his hometown, the chopping board that had been chopped up with a knife, the shiny black iron hook with the meat, and the pair of equally shiny stepfather's eyes.

He almost wanted to say it out of his mouth and tell Cheng Lianan: "I understand you," but these three words came out, but I was afraid that Cheng Lianan might not understand, understand but not necessarily believe, believe but not necessarily admit it,

Even if you have the same experience and similar mindset, you may not have similar thoughts.

This indescribable feeling made him fall into silence for a long time, and he suddenly felt that he didn't know how to communicate with this child, and all the language seemed weak and powerless at this moment, [Xianmo: Who in the world can really understand whom, the key is what can be done if you understand, how many literati write poems and lyrics, all of them are "no one knows, relying on the meaning of the column", therefore, this is really the first bleak thing in the ages]

After a long pause, he said, "Let's leave the East Factory,"

Cheng Lian'an asked, "Why do you want to leave?"

Chang Sihao asked rhetorically: "What's so good about the East Factory?"

Cheng Lianan raised his eyes: "What's wrong with the East Factory,"

Chang Sihao's chest rose with anger: "How can you not distinguish between right and wrong, Dongchang is a devil's cave, a devil's cave that the people of the world hate,"

Cheng Lianan sneered disdainfully,

The voice was as calm as water: "If the East Factory is a devil's cave, then where in the world is not the East Factory," [Xian Mo: Ponder, the whole book should be here]

Chang Sihao's body was shocked, his eyes were straight, and the world in his ears was steep and quiet.

I think that the political circles in this world are dark, the officialdom is overturned, the generals and ink officials are corrupt and corrupt, the ministers who can govern the world return home, the intrigue in the martial arts, the day and night fighting inside and outside the rivers and lakes, the businessmen make profits and come up with strange schemes, and the monks compete with each other for the Bodhisattva, which place is not a devil's cave, which place is not a devil, this world is hell, but people mistakenly regard this place as home.

,, where is the world not Dongchang, [Xian Mo: Re-mark and point again] [Xian Mo 2: The traditional so-called Daguanmu, two hundred and eighty chapters are writing these seven words, let go, all three more than 100,000 words are also written these seven words, the overall Daguan is biased in Cheng Lian'an's mouth, there is a deep heart, who is Cheng Lian'an, what is his identity, and Xiaochang, Jue Xiang, the author's pen is a thorn in the thorn, smoke on the clouds,]

Maybe this sentence was put aside for half a year, or even three months ago, and I would have disdained it when I heard it, but now, it's very different.

Cheng Lian'an said: "When I come to Jingshi, I must integrate here, from the moment I attack myself, I can't turn back," [Xianmo: Qin Juexiang may turn back, Xiao Chang may turn back, Guo Shu Ronghua may turn back, Hundred Swords Alliance, Juhao Pavilion may turn back, marriage and love can be turned back, life can be turned back, broken mirror reunion is not the front mirror, this autumn is not the autumn of previous years, there is no way back in the world, why bother to have no way to turn back, hearing this should really think about yourself, this is a child, after castration, there can be regrets, there must be regrets, but regrets are useless, only great regrets and hatred, can do a big goodbye, those love, hate, resentment, love, no more, went, gone, scattered, can't let go of what,]

Chang Sihao looked at his eyes, and suddenly saw him sitting in the empty room with his bare little body, looking down at the appearance of a knife, his heart throbbed violently, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

Cheng Lianan continued: "Actually, Guo Shu Ronghua is right, the word Dongchang is just a signboard hanging on the door, and it is people who really run it."

His gaze slowly turned to Chang Sihao's face, and his voice was calm and clear: "These people can be Guo Shu Ronghua, Cao Xiangfei, Zeng Shiquan, or you or me, isn't it?"

This gaze is so clear, firm, and bright, like the sunshine cruising at the bottom of the stream, for a moment Chang Sihao has an illusion of being conquered, and vaguely understands his different ambitions, [Xianmo: No genitalia but ambition, isn't it strange, said: Not strange, since ancient times, the Chinese sons and daughters have many strange ambitions, the strange thing is that the ambassador's coffin was bombed, the fishing road was invaded, and the coffin did not move, all relying on folk students and fishing people to support the situation, it can be known that there is never a shortage of eunuchs in the world, and China has no last eunuch at all,]

Cheng Lianan stood up, took out the carved dragon jade pendant from his arms, glanced at it, and gently placed it on the table.

"Everyone has their own life, this jade pendant is meaningless to me, so I will give it to Chitose and leave a souvenir,"

He turned around and walked to the door, lifted the cotton curtain, looked back slightly, and said: "I am my father's son, no matter when, it is, but, he is him, I am me," [Xianmo: Xiao Cheng is also a man of the hour, worthy of being the son of Lord Cheng and the queen of the gate,]

"The minions are retired,"

The cotton curtain hangs, and the house is less dark,

Chang Sihao was silent speechless, slowly reached out and picked up the jade pendant, the faint warmth left on it made his fingertips jump slightly, and in an instant, time turned around, and the yellow sand and sunlight were dazzling, as if what he touched was Lord Cheng's cold flesh and blood.

His mind is in turmoil, his mind cannot,

When they returned to the front yard, Cheng Lianan and Zeng Shiquan had already taken people away, the gongs and drums were still continuing, and the drama had been changed on the stage.

He summoned Gu Siyi and asked her to arrange someone to take care of Qin Ziyin, and take proper care of the four black-clothed warriors, and find a doctor to check on Li Shuangji's injuries.

He took out the brocade bag that was hung around his neck again, gently rubbed and examined, the white dragon embroidered on the beige brocade bag was still as agile as life, with the support of the jade pendant, the familiar touch of the cloth made his heart ache faintly, he remembered Ah Yao's shyness when he handed this brocade in his hand, and also remembered the pity of her being whipped under Qin Juexiang's horse; remembered her concern for her warm clothes, and also remembered the metaphor of the heart cup catching the rain; remembered the vastness of the wind and snow in Heng Mountain, and remembered the loneliness of her farewell at the foot of the mountain,

He really wanted to wake up Qin Ziyin and ask who the dead maid was, but he couldn't bear it, was uneasy, and didn't dare.

He was afraid that the relics in his hands at this moment would change from one to two.

It turns out that the world is really impermanent, and it is a smile when you are separated, maybe it has become a tragedy when you look back, and you always think that you can meet again next time, but that turn may become a mistake in the life of the two of them, [Xianmo: Life is just a parting thing, not desolate and sweet, Zhe, don't think too much,]

He sat quietly like this, with bursts of joy around him, and bursts of shadows, until the room was quiet, and the movement disappeared, and a chill approached, only to find that the sunlight had receded from the entrance of the hall to the front of the steps,

Looking around, there are only plates, cups and plates left in the hall, the stage is withdrawn, and the people are scattered at the end of the song.

A warm coat falls on the shoulder,

Chang Sihao took the bag into his arms, let out a long breath, closed his eyes and lowered his head and pinched between his eyes, and said slowly: "Sister, where is Jin Wu,"

"Let's go out and see off the guests,"

Chang Sihao: "Oh," his fingers turned to rub his forehead,

"They said goodbye to you, and you turned a deaf ear, as if there was something sad, and no one dared to be alarmed,"

"Goodbye ......"

When Chang Sihao heard these two words, his eyelids widened slightly, and a figure waving at the foot of the mountain appeared in front of him, and tears suddenly drowned his eyes.

He hurriedly closed his eyes, took a moment, and said, "Sister, did I tell you about Ah Yao, she is my sister-in-law,"

"I know," the voice behind him was soft,

Chang Sihao said: "I knew her at the beginning and thought she was very pitiful, but then I ...... I think she is very considerate and warm, she is delicate, not as amazing as Yin'er, but like a rabbit lost in the mountains, people want to take care of her and take care of her when they see her."

"You...... I like her very much,"

"Like, no, no, she's like my own sister......"

His gaze suddenly became blank: "I can't say it...... How could I......"

Dressed in clothes, two arms stretched out from behind, put around Chang Sihao's neck, and a fragrance came from the slight itching of his ears and temples: "When you find her back and find a good life, you can take her in,"

Chang Sihao was suddenly startled, raised his eyes sharply, and saw Liu Jinwu and Gu Siyi talking and laughing and pacing back from the courtyard.

The woman behind her smiled lightly and coldly: "Do you feel better, Xianggong,"