Qiao Songyun woke up from the mass grave. He pressed his chest tightly with his hands. The blood in his chest gradually stopped. The semi-dried blood on his hands was thick and smelly. Qiao Songyun wiped it on the corpse next to him with disgust, his eyes filled with anger.
Gloomy light.
He was withdrawn by nature and devoted himself to studying medicine. Except for occasional medical visits, he rarely interacted with people. A few days ago, he was sick and asked if he could fake birthmarks.
The man was wearing a curtain, his voice was hoarse, and everything was weird, but Qiao Songyun only recognized the disease and not the person. As long as the money was in place, he didn't care who the patient was.
After all, forging a birthmark is going against nature. The only way to blend it into the skin is to poison it, and there is no antidote. Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, the person opposite was not only indifferent, but also agreed to bring someone to the door for consultation in the evening.
Seeing his attitude, Qiao Songyun silently took note of it. Such a person who does whatever it takes to achieve his goals is definitely not a good person.
As he expected, after forging a birthmark for a masked woman, he was killed and silenced. Fortunately, he was alert. The man's knife missed him by half an inch. He pretended to be dead and dodged. When he woke up, he was thrown away.
To the mass graves.
Qiao Songyun stood up, his eyes were gloomy and cold. He had not even seen the murderer's face. Only the forged butterfly birthmark could help him find out the truth, but he was alone and would only die if he returned to Beijing alone.
Moreover, the injuries on his body still needed to be treated. Qiao Songyun gritted his teeth and decided to avoid the limelight first and wait until the injuries were healed before making any plans.
He walked south along the path, his face turned pale due to blood loss, he was dizzy, and his body was shaky, but the hatred in his heart kept supporting him to move forward. The murderer had not been found, so he could not die like this.
Although the injuries on his body were not fatal, after running around for a day and night, Qiao Songyun finally couldn't hold on and passed out.
"Hey! Why is there a person lying on the road?"
Mother Yuan went up the mountain to chop firewood. As soon as she reached the foot of the mountain, she saw Qiao Songyun lying in the middle of the road. He fell to the ground motionless, his whole face was like gold paper, not to mention the dried blood on his chest. Mother Yuan stepped forward and saw
He looked shocked.
"Isn't he dead?"
She was the only one around here. If someone bumped into her, if others thought she had killed someone, Mrs. Yuan would not be able to tell. She silently put the machete back in her hand, drumming in her heart.
Does she want to save this person?
Just when Mrs. Yuan was still hesitating, Qiao Songyun seemed to have something. The desire to survive made him try to open his eyes. When he saw the person in front of him, his eyes lit up and he murmured a few words with difficulty.
"Save...save...me..."
"Hey, I really didn't look at the almanac when I went out today. How did I encounter this kind of thing? Forget it, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Fortunately, you met me, otherwise no one would find out if you died here.
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Mrs. Yuan sighed. This mountain was already on the outskirts of Zhenjiang Prefecture, and few people came here on weekdays. If she hadn't lived close to here, she would occasionally come to the mountain to cut firewood, otherwise she wouldn't have bumped into him.
"Your injuries are not minor. You must have offended someone. What if you implicate me..."
Mrs. Yuan was scared, but she still had the courage to carry the man on her back. After all, she had promised to save him and could not break her promise. Moreover, Zhenjiang Prefecture was in good public order, so even if he had enemies, it would be difficult for him to come to seek revenge.
"Thank you... thank you."
Qiao Songyun lay on Granny Yuan, knowing that he had been saved, and then fainted with relief. He did have enemies, but they probably thought he was dead. As long as he did not appear in the capital, no one would think of him as an unknown person.
Beijing
Jiang Ru was in a good mood today and asked the maid to dress her up carefully. The long-planned plan was finally going to be implemented. She couldn't wait to see the reaction of the eldest princess.
"Let's go see her."
In a courtyard in a civilian area of the city, a charming-looking woman was restless in the house. She was wearing a coarse linen skirt and only had a peach wood hairpin on her head. She did not lose her pink and white face, but she did not conceal her beauty at all.
If Jiang Miao were here, she would definitely find that this woman looks 60% similar to her, especially the butterfly birthmark on her wrist that is so vivid and unforgettable.
"Sir, do you really want to buy me?"
Sannu twisted the handkerchief in her hands and raised her head slightly, with a look of hope on her face. She was brought to the capital from the south of the Yangtze River, and she was looking forward to climbing up a high branch and getting out of that dirty place.
"Well, be smarter later. Do you remember what I taught you?"
"Remember."
The man asked her to pretend to be a poor girl who sold her body to bury her father. As long as she could attract others' attention, someone would buy her.
Although Sannu didn't understand why the man did this, she couldn't guess what the nobleman was thinking. As long as she could win the favor of the nobleman, she would be willing to accompany him in this scene, whether it was selling her body to bury her father or ransoming her body in a brothel.
Sannu rubbed the birthmark on her wrist, which was still faintly warm. The noble man found her and made great arrangements, so he would definitely not treat her lightly.
Perhaps this noble man was more noble than she imagined. Sannu's heart was pounding and she couldn't help but be excited. She might really reach the sky in one step.
"It's almost time, let's go."
At the entrance of the vegetable market in the city, the Jiang family's carriage slowly stopped. Xiao Tao helped Jiang Ru get out of the car. She looked at the slop and rotten vegetable leaves on the ground, and a flash of disgust flashed in her eyes. How could her wife, who was so good, think about this?
Come to this slum.
"Madam, please slow down, you may be too scared."
"I know, walk faster."
Jiang Ru loves to be clean most of the time, but now she is thinking about something and doesn't even care about the sewage under her feet. The hem of her skirt sweeps away the sludge. She steps in such a hurry that Xiao Tao almost fails to keep up.
"Uncles and aunts, if any of you are kind enough, please buy my little girl. My little girl knows how to wash, cook and take care of the house. As long as you can give me a few taels of silver to buy a coffin for my father, I am willing to sell myself as a slave."
Sang Nu was dressed in mourning and crying so hard that the young and old men next to her were heartbroken. How could such a beautiful little lady be willing to let her suffer injustice?
"Ahem, how about I pay to bury your father, and you come home with me..."
"Old man, what are you dreaming about!"
The man looked salivating, and before he could finish his words, his wife beside him grabbed his ear. The woman glanced at Sannu and made a sound.
"She has a foxy look, and she doesn't look like a serious woman at first glance. If you dare to buy her today, I will take my son back to my parents' home!"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Why did her man want to buy a slave? He was afraid that if he didn't want to buy a concubine for himself, such a coquettish little lady would be troublesome to anyone.
The woman's words were the thoughts of the ladies watching. Although they sympathized with Sannu's experience, no one dared to bet on the bad nature of the man. Such a charming little lady could not be taken in by a family like them.
Sannu listened to the discussions around her and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Not only were the women afraid that she would be bought away, but she was also afraid. Her legs were already sore and numb. Sannu was looking forward to the noble man coming quickly.
As soon as Jiang Ru got closer, she saw this scene.
