His hands were so tightly wrapped around his palms, which made Gao Luoshen's heart beat a little faster.

She didn't dare to look at the two fiery gazes he cast at her, lowered her eyes, suddenly remembered, gently pulled out her hand from his palm, and got out of the bed.

She walked to the table, picked up the wine pot, and poured wine into the cups with Yin and Yang Jiming quietly placed on the table. Both cups were full, and picked up. Under his gaze, she returned to him step by step and handed him the jade cup with Yang Mingming inscribed to him.

"From now on, I will ask you to drink this wine from the rest of my life."

She looked up slightly, opened her red lips lightly, exhaling like an orchid.

The sleeves are as relaxed as clouds, the plain wrists are as jade, the nectar and jade hands are shining with the intoxicating grape lumines.

Li Mu stared at her, and his eyes were filled with tenderness.

He took the heiba, held her hand with his big palm, and led her back to the side of the bed. The two of them crossed their arms, looked at each other, and drank the wine in their glasses.

After drinking, he put down the cup and smiled brightly at her. His eyebrows and eyes were heroic and energetic.

The brocade tent fell again.

I felt the lips gently touching my earlobe. When I closed my eyes, my ears suddenly seemed to turn around on the scene when I used to be on the wedding night. I smiled and called her "Ami" affectionately.

Her body couldn't help but feel a little stiff.

He seemed to notice her strangeness, he hesitated, looked up and let her go.

"Go to sleep."

He said softly, gently pulling the cover up for her to cover her neck without any displeasure in his voice.

Gao Luoshen closed his eyes for a moment, then quietly opened it and looked at him.

He closed his eyes and lay quietly on her side, breathing calmly, as if he had fallen asleep.

But she knew that he was not asleep.

"Why are you so good to me?"

She asked softly and vaguely.

He opened his eyes, turned his face, and looked at her.

The red light of the candlelight penetrated into the tent, his eyes were deep and slightly shining.

Many years ago, there was a refugee boy who fled from the north in Jingkou who was a newcomer and was unfamiliar with the place. In order to treat his seriously ill mother, he was desperate and devoted himself to a local manor named Zhang to work as a servant at the cost of 30 yuan for one year. He got up before dawn every day and did all kinds of dirty and tiring work.

A year later, when he could leave, the manager falsely accused him of stealing his master's money and sending him to the official position. If he was unwilling to go, he had to sign a contract to sell himself for life.

Later he learned that this was a common method used by these local tyrants to take refugees without roots in order to accommodate servants for the manor to drive them to the lowest price.

The angry boy knocked the manager to the ground, and was then caught by the servant who swarmed up. After a blow, the iron nail pierced his palm.

He was nailed to a pillar on the roadside at the entrance of the manor, and the wind and sun were blowing, killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

When his mother, Lu, came, had been nailed to the road for three days, and the water had not yet entered. Her lips were dry and bloody, and the person fainted from the scorching sun.

He struggled to wake up amid his mother's crying and saw his thin mother kneeling at the door of the manor not far away, constantly kowtowing to the slaves, begging for her son to spare.

But the slave sneer sneered.

His mother was born in the Lu family of Fanyang, and was also the daughter of the northern aristocratic clan. When the Xiaoshi crossed the south, the Lu family did not follow him, and later came to Jiangdong. It was too late. Under the pressure of the aristocratic clans that had reached the top, they became poor commoners, and their children's promotion routes were completely cut off. Over the years, the population has been scattered and their respective futures have gone. No one remembers that there is a woman in the clan who married the Li family of Xuyi.

Mother should not be so humiliated.

He wanted to call his mother up, but his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound.

At this moment, a pleasant sound of copper bells came from the wind.

A ox cart came slowly in the distance on the opposite lane.

The bull is strong and has a golden copper bell tied to the neck. The front curtains are hung in front of the car, and the body is painted with gold paint. The window on the side of the car is half open. The driver is sitting in front of the car, with exquisite driving skills. The ox cart is front, back, left and right, and walks with two rows of guards.

You can tell at a glance which wealthy family owner should be passing by.

Perhaps it is no wonder that the owner of a powerful manor punishes his slaves in this way.

The ox cart did not stop and walked over to the pillar that nailed his palm.

A faint fragrance of flowers was left in the air.

"Sister, they are so pitiful. Please help them."

Suddenly, a girl's voice floated out of the ox cart with the wind and faintly entered the boy's ears.

The sound was like the first cry of a young oriole, and it was the most beautiful sound this young man had ever heard in his life.

"We're just passing by, it's better not to meddle in other people's business."

Another girl who sounded older, then heard the voice of her.

"But sister, he doesn't look like a bad person, he's really pitiful."

"You are just soft-hearted. Listen to my sister, it's not our business, don't worry."

The girl seemed to sigh, full of sympathy and helplessness.

The boy struggled to lift his neck and looked at the direction where the ox cart had just left.

In a corner of the carriage window, half of the little girl was looking back was revealed.

She looked only seven or eight years old. She was dressed in yellow, white skin, dark hair, and a pair of round eyes. She was so beautiful, like a jade snow doll.

Her eyes were now turning to her, and her eyes were filled with unbearance and pity.

But in a flash, a curtain was hung down, and the girl's face disappeared behind the window.

"Ami, if you don't obey, I will tell my uncle that I will never bring you out next time."

The ox cart is gradually fading away.

"Please, let go of my son first. If you don't let him go, he will die and he owe you money. I will definitely find a way to repay it."

My mother was still there, kowtowing in tears and begging the clueless slaves. She was kicked to the heart by one of them and fell to the ground.

"What are you going to get?"

Another person looked at it, "It's a bit thicker. If you dress up and send it to serve people, someone should still like you!"

The obscene and crazy laughter, the despairing cry of my mother, came into his ears.

"My mother, don't worry about me-"

The boy's eyes were about to break.

At this moment, he didn't know where the strength came from. He roared angrily and exerted force, and broke his nailed palm off the wooden stake.

His palms were bleeding, but he felt no pain at all.

His eyes were red, and he ran over, holding a wooden stick on the ground, protecting his mother.

The people around were stunned and reacted, angrily, surrounded him and shouted to beat him to death.

At this moment, the sound of the bronze bells ding bells approaching again.

The cart that had already gone to the ox cart just now turned back and stopped on the side of the road.

A person who looks like a manager came forward to ask what was going on.

When Lu saw a life-saving straw, she shed tears while telling the story.

That person was ordered to release him.

The bad slaves naturally refused and told the other party not to meddle in other people's business and leave quickly.

The other party sneered: "Is it also a matter of things that Gong Gong wants to manage?"

Everyone knows that Gao Gong was the honorary title of the head of the Gao family by people at that time.

The crooked slaves were stunned.

Although the Zhang family is a domineering person in Jingkou, they can barely be classified as a gentry, but compared to the famous Gao family, they are afraid they are not even worthy of carrying shoes.

If the people in the ox cart really came from the Gao family, they would naturally not dare not refuse to follow.

But who knows whether they are bluffing?

If the person is let go easily and the news spreads in the future, how can the Zhang family save face in front of the neighboring tribes in Jingkou?

When the deceptive slaves hesitated, a cold voice from a girl came from the carriage: "Are you from the Zhang family? My uncle also heard about it when he was in Jiankang. It is said that your Zhang family colluded with the officials of Jingkou to privately increase taxes by the court. Those people who could not afford to return to the north asked you to circle the land that the court distributed. Not only that, even people were forced to sell them as a child servant in your Zhang family manor! How much profit the Zhang family made from it, the court lost a little! I didn't believe it, but today it seems that the matter is true! Jingkou was originally an important town for the imperial court to resettle refugees. Your Zhang family didn't want to share the worries and solve the problems of the court, but even took the opportunity to profit from it and oppress my people from the north to the north! If you don't let anyone go home, will you know the consequences?"

The girl shouldn't be old, but her voice brings a sense of majesty.

The evil slaves dared not doubt any more and hurriedly let go of the boy.

The ox cart started again and turned around and headed forward.

"Sister, thank you--"

The girl's childish voice came out again, and it was already a bit of joy.

"It's really impossible to deal with you. Don't do this next time. The world is so big, how can you care about so many things?"

In the bronze ringtone of the dinging bell, the fragrance of flowers in the wind and the soft voice of the girl completely dissipated into the air

At that time, how could the young man who was nailed by the iron nails beside the road, could one day he be as humble as he could marry the little girl in the ox cart who had glanced at him, like a snowy and jade man?
To be continued...