Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Congratulations, you are alive.

Qin Chen let it go in one ear and out the other.

He is a bastard's son, and Qin Luo has always looked down on him. But it doesn't matter, because they are not born from the same mother.

That's right, the rules of the Jing'an Marquis's Mansion were that not only the title, but everything else in the mansion could only be obtained by the legitimate son, saying that this was the only way to ensure the Qin family's prosperity forever. As for these illegitimate sons, after the family was divided, each would receive a maximum of 1,000 taels of silver and then have to fend for themselves.

On weekdays, with the monthly allowance of two taels of silver from the illegitimate son, he couldn't even afford to go to a brothel or gambling house, so the Qin family didn't need to worry that the illegitimate son would cause trouble outside due to having nothing to do.

Qin Chen didn't care whether he could get a share of the gold and silver shop. He just didn't want to live like a useless person in the mansion and wait for death.

He wanted to get a job and secretly save money to buy a house so that he could bring his concubine out to live with him when the family split up in the future.

A few years ago, the Eastern Palace was selecting a study partner for the Crown Prince, and the Crown Prince was eager to get Qin Luo into the Eastern Palace and have him accompany Qin Luo to the selection.

Before leaving, the prince gave him a lot of instructions, asking him to deliberately find trouble in the palace and argue with Qin Luo to show that Qin Luo was calm and not arrogant, and was humble and modest, so that Qin Luo could show his face in front of the prince.

This was the first time he disobeyed the prince's order.

He also wants this opportunity!

Unfortunately, he was just a concubine's son, and the prince did not choose him in the end. After returning home, he was severely beaten and almost lost his life.

The young master got the news from somewhere, but he went to the Marquis of Jing'an's mansion in person and brought him out.

From then on he was able to stay in the East Palace.

Qin Chen stood up and replied calmly, "Don't worry, Fifth Brother and Prince."

Qin Luo pointed his whip at him and cursed: "You are not reluctant to leave your master..."

"Qin Wu!" someone interrupted him, "If you keep dithering, the Hongyansu will be sold out."

"You promised Miss Xian'er to bring her some Red Beauty Pastry. If you don't buy it, be careful that Miss Xian'er won't let you in."

"Maybe Brother Zhou Liu will take the first place."

You and I talked back and forth, and then we burst into laughter.

Miss Xian'er from the Cangxiang Pavilion has been the top prostitute in the capital's brothels over the past year. Many of the young men who hang out with her are betting on who can win the favor of Miss Xian'er and groom her.

Zhou Liulang picked up his fan and sat lazily on the horse's back.

I'd heard before that in the Jing'an Marquis's mansion, bastards were even worse than servants, but I never thought it was true. This guy was Gongzi Chen's man after all, so he had to give the Buddha some consideration. Listen to what nonsense Qin Wu was saying. If he kept talking, he might even implicate them.

To be a good playboy, you need to eat, drink and have fun in peace. The most important thing is not to get involved with the court, not at all.

He waved his fan and continued to talk about romantic matters, saying with a contemptuous smile, "Qin Wu, if you can't coax Miss Xian'er, I won't let you go."

Qin Luo became anxious when he heard this.

Xian'er was delicate and charming, especially her gentle charm, which he loved to death.

If he could help Miss Xian'er to comb her hair, then his life would not be in vain.

Qin Luo really didn't bother to pay attention to Qin Chen anymore. He pulled the reins and went straight to the front of the line. The people in the queue dared not say anything, for fear of accidentally provoking these young masters and getting whipped for nothing.

Qin Luo didn't even get off the horse and said, "Give me ten boxes of Hongyansu."

Ten boxes?!

The waiter's eyes twitched, and he smiled naturally, looking happy and cheerful: "Sir, we're out of stock. Please come back tomorrow."

Qin Luo frowned: "Five boxes then."

The clerk said angrily, "Don't even mention five boxes. There's not even half a box."

Qin Luo frowned even tighter: "Really?"

"No more." The waiter, not daring to offend him, smiled humbly, bowing his head. "It's very difficult to make the filling for Hongyan Pastry. We only bake it once a day, and the last two boxes were bought by the customer just now. Sir, we still have duck oil pastry and pine nut and lily pastry here. Would you like to take a look?"

A young man teased, "Qin Wu, you're done. Miss Xian'er will definitely ignore you."

Qin Luo's face fell. He raised his hand and pointed at Qin Chen, who had not yet walked away, and asked, "Did he buy the last two boxes?"

The waiter responded with a smile, and then he started to greet other customers with swift movements.

So, Qin Luo shouted: "Third brother, wait for me."

Qin Chen pretended not to hear and walked faster.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast two legs were, they could not be faster than four legs. The horse caught up with him after a few leaps.

Qin Luo turned over and dismounted, raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Give it to me."

Qin Chen looked puzzled.

"Give me the Red Beauty Pastry in your hand." Qin Luo took out a piece of silver and threw it over arrogantly, "I won't take it for nothing. I'll buy it from you."

The silver coins fell on Qin Chen, slid down his clothes, fell to the ground, and rolled to his feet.

Qin Luo naturally extended his hand to him.

Qin Chen pursed his lips tightly, walked past him without saying a word.

"stop."

Qin Luo stopped him.

Qin Chen smiled and said, "Fifth brother, are you going to rob me by force?"

Qin Luo said impatiently: "I've given you all the money." He really doesn't know what's good for him.

“Not for sale.”

Qin Luo refused to let him go, and explained in a self-righteous manner, "I promised Miss Xian'er that I would bring her Hongyansu."

Qin Chen had just returned to Beijing, so he had no idea who the fairy girl was. He just said two words: "Not for sale!"

"You are shameless." Qin Luo cursed, picked up the horsewhip, and whipped him all over the head and face.

Qin Chen dodged swiftly, and the whip missed him, but the second whip followed immediately.

Qin Chen tried his best to suppress the urge to kick him, telling himself over and over again that he had to endure it. He had to endure it, because his aunt was still in the hands of his stepmother.

It’s endless! Qin Chen simply hardened his heart and didn’t dodge the third whip.

When he was in the mansion before, it was always like this. Qin Luo would only be satisfied after being beaten.

Snap! The whip hit Qin Chen hard, and a muffled groan came from his throat.

Qin Luo vented his anger and felt a little relieved. He sneered, "Third brother, is this all you can do? I thought you would improve after following that person. I'm afraid that when you were in Liang Country, you only learned to accompany that person like a dog wagging its tail and begging for your life."

After saying this, he raised the hand holding the whip again.

Qin Chen's narrow eyes suddenly turned cold.

If Qin Chen didn't want to care just now, then now he is like a wolf with its fangs bared.

He grabbed the whip, used his arms to pull Qin Luo closer, and kicked him in the stomach.

ah!

Qin Luo screamed and shrank like a shrimp.

In front of so many people, he actually let a bastard beat him.

"court death!"

Qin Luo covered his stomach, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the sword from his waist.

The thin sword flashed a frightening cold light in the sunlight, which hurt Qin Chen's eyes a little. He was caught off guard and blocked the oil paper bag in front of him. The sharp sword blade fell and cut the oil paper bag in two. The red beauty pastry inside fell to the ground and the pastry skin was completely broken.

Qin Chen slapped his forehead in frustration. This time he couldn't eat.

"You did it on purpose!" Qin Luo shouted angrily.

He would rather throw away the Hongyansu than give it to himself. He deliberately wanted to embarrass himself in front of Miss Xian'er!

This bastard is still as annoying as before.

Qin Luo struck out, the tip of his sword pointed directly at Qin Chen's chest, each strike aimed at a vital spot. Qin Chen retreated repeatedly, suddenly throwing away the tattered oil paper in his hand, nimbly leaning to the side, taking a step forward, and reaching back to grab the sword.

Unexpectedly, Qin Chen's kick actually stepped on a piece of red beauty pastry scattered on the ground. At that moment, his foot slipped and his body fell forward uncontrollably, and his neck hit the tip of the sword directly.

Finished! He could almost feel the cold and sharp pain of the blade piercing his skin.

There was only one thought in his mind: Miss Gu’s predictions were so accurate!

What a bloody disaster!

"Murder!"

The people on the street screamed, panicked, and scattered like birds and beasts.

It's bad! Zhou Liulang rushed over here, shouting, "Qin Wu, don't mess around!"

It's okay to beat someone, even if he gets bruised and battered, it's no big deal, no one would complain for such a small matter.

But if someone dies...

"stop!"

A bastard's death is death! Qin Luo sneered and thrust the sword forward: "Go to hell!"

Zhou Liulang almost didn't dare to look at it.

He tilted his head slightly, and the next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.

A black arrow that broke through the air was reflected in his pupils. With a sharp whistling sound, it hit Qin Luo's right hand that was holding the sword.

Qin Luo felt pain and his sword slipped out of his hand.

The arrow pierced his palm, and the unabated force caused Qin Luo to stagger and fall to the ground.

Blood dripped down his palm, and Qin Luo's face was distorted in pain.

Who is it!

When he looked up, he saw a girl walking quickly from the end of the street with a black bow in her hand.

The Qin family and the Gu family are relatives. Qin Luo stared at the veil on her face and recognized her.

"Gu, stop right there!"

His voice was sharp and raspy.

"You bitch... mmm."

Zhou Liulang rushed over from the side, sweating profusely, and covered his mouth tightly with his hands.

Gu Zhizhuo didn't bother to pay attention and walked up to Qin Chen without stopping.

Qin Chen was lying on the ground with his head down, motionless, his face and neck covered in blood.

Gu Zhizhuo's heart skipped a beat. She gently kicked his arm with her toes and asked, "Master Qin, are you still alive?"

"Alive, alive..." Qin Chen, who was lying on the ground, made a sound with difficulty.

He thought he was dead! He was lucky not to die.

Qin Chen sat up with great effort, covering his neck with his hands. Blood flowed down through the gaps between his fingers and he couldn't stop it. In a short while, his clothes were stained red with blood and a pool of blood formed on the ground.

His face was terribly pale, and it was unclear whether it was because of fear or excessive blood loss.

Gu Zhizhuo squatted down, took out the brand new needle bag from his sleeve pocket, and picked out a long needle.

She said, "Let go of your hands."

Qin Chen obediently released his hands that were covering his neck. As a result, the blood immediately flowed faster, oozing out.

There are only nine long needles in this set, which is named after the fact that "nine needles represent the great number of heaven and earth, starting with one and ending with nine." (Note)

Gu Zhizhuo picked up the needle and inserted it.

Her movements were steady and quick, and after nine stitches, the bleeding stopped.

Qiongfang helped her and used the fine cloth brought from Baijitang to carefully wipe the blood off Qin Chen's neck. It was clearly visible that there was a three-inch long wound that almost went through the entire neck.

The wound was very deep and the skin and flesh were turned up. The only thing to be thankful for was that the sword did not cut the jugular vein.

As long as the neck pulse is not broken, no matter how terrible the injury is, it is only a skin injury. If the bleeding is stopped in time and it is recuperated, it will heal.

"hand."

Qin Chen stretched out his right hand and looked at her eagerly.

Gu Zhizhuo placed three fingers on his pulse and frowned.

After a few breaths, she patted his shoulder, her brows relaxed as she said, "Congratulations, you're alive."

Qin Chen was still in shock and nodded subconsciously. Every time he moved his neck, he winced in pain.

"Don't move," Gu Zhizhuo threatened him seriously, "You'll die if you bleed too much."

"Don't remove the needle yet. You've lost too much blood and your Yang Qi is insufficient."

After she said this, Qin Chen immediately sat down obediently and was very obedient.

No matter what, no one would want to die as long as they can survive.

"Miss Gu, is my bloody disaster over?"

He asked cautiously.

"It's over!" Gu Zhizhuo answered easily.

Qin Chen's anxious heart finally settled down, and his stiff shoulders slowly relaxed.

This is really... huh?

That's not right, Qin Chen thought about it again. Just now, Miss Gu cut off his left hand and replaced it with another one. She also calculated for a long time. Could it be that she had already calculated that his great calamity would happen today?!