Chapter 337 Light in the Dark

But in addition, Ximen Qing didn't even think of any other places he could go. For him, only that cellar was a safe place that others didn't know. He was in his room and felt only cold and danger. Wang An and Li Qiang may be in trouble at any time. Ximen Qing is not Wu Song. It is impossible to protect himself with his hands. All he can rely on is others.

Yes, the pharmacy is his father's legacy. Ximen Qing lived the life of a rich man in the first half of his life. He slept with one woman after another in the envious eyes of those rough men, although those women's bodies are not necessarily so clean, although sometimes he feels that in this life, he really enjoys It's not themselves, but those who are hoarse in their actions. However, Ximenqing had to admit that he had done nothing. As soon as he was born, he gained a life that many people could not have in their lifetime.

Now, he has lost this life. The hope of life and the trajectory of the future will not be given by others, and Ximen Qing does not know how to create it. All he can rely on is his father's legacy. Maybe my father left this cellar to wait until I was desperate to get there by myself, and then slowly think and die. If this is the road designated by my father, it must be correct, because Ximen Qing has always been following this path. What's more, since there is no attachment to survival, what is the fear of death?

He took out a small jar of wine from the cabinet in the room, which he always had in the room. Because he couldn't sleep on some nights, he would drink a little wine and sleep after a short period of excitement. Now, he needs to drink some wine to give him the courage to walk into the place that may be his grave.

This time, Ximen Qing dressed very warmly. He even put the rest of the wine in a wine pot that he could carry with him. Once he couldn't hold on, he forced himself to get drunk and died cold in his sleep. Ximenqing suddenly remembered what he had heard about the rumors of freezing to death. It is said that people who were frozen to death would feel incomparable warmth at the moment before death, which was the most benevolent way to die. Of course, Ximenqing will not forget that the person who said this to him is a rich young man. Of course, the rich young man himself will not be frozen. This is just the reason why he is explaining to Ximen Qing that he does not give any help to those exiles curled up at the door of his house in winter.

Ximenqing tried his best not to think about the lies contained in it. He just kept telling himself that cold was the best relief. Those vibrant grasses in spring also experienced the cold that seemed to kill life.

In a word, after carefully avoiding the other people in the pharmacy - it was not difficult, because there were few people left in the pharmacy, and he came to the cellar again. Of course, this time he did not forget to put on the lantern and a few spare candles. Ximenqing is not even sure whether he can hold on until those candles burn out, but it's better to wear them. It's not comfortable to wait for bad luck in the dark.

The swaying candlelight spread Ximen Qing's shadow on the wall around this palm-sized cellar. Ximen Qing did not dare to look back. He was afraid that he would be scared by his shadow and lose the courage to continue to stay here. Even the rare smell of wax oil, which made him a little fascinated at first, but slowly, he felt a little dizzy. Yes, the cellar is too small. Although there must be vents, the ventilation must not be as smooth as outside. If the candles are lit for a long time, it will be full of smoke sooner or later, and then wait for the end of Ximenqing, which will be smoked to death by this unsipate smoke like smoked ham.

Of course, Ximenqing can't stand the darkness, so he can only use his portable dagger to cut the wick of the candle a little shorter, so that the flame will be much smaller and the smoke will be slightly slower.

Ximenqing looked at the candle fire the size of soybeans and was a little distracted. He couldn't grasp this kind of thinking like a silk. His mind seemed to split into infinite fragments, and each piece had its own ritual. This state of sleeping made him very comfortable.

Maybe this is going to die. The rich man didn't lie to me. There is some joy in the calmness of Ximenqing's heart.

Light? How can there be a bright light! Ximenqing suddenly found that in addition to the soybean-sized candlelight, there was a little light in the cellar, which came from the opposite wall. Around the cellar, there were boards, and the boards would never reflect. In shock, Ximenqing's whole body regained consciousness. He quickly lit the spare candle, and the cellar suddenly lit up, and the light disappeared.

But it doesn't matter, because Ximen Qing knew that it was there. He followed the direction of the flash just now, touched it carefully with his fingers and looked at it carefully with a candle. Finally, after several searches, he finally found the problem. There should be something inlaid in the board. This thing only reveals a small corner, and this corner is tightly stitched with the board. It can't be seen without a little button by hand. The inlaid things are harder than wood, and you can't buckle them with your nails.

Ximenqing was relieved and pulled out a dagger to dig the wood around him little by little. He tried his best to do this kind of work to ensure that it would not be damaged by recklessness and carelessness. Although the wood around the cellar is very hard, in this part of the mosaic, when the hard skin is removed, the wood inside is quite soft, which also explains why things can be embedded. After about half an hour of this cautious work, Ximen Qing finally pulled it out.

This thing is very strange, like a huge ring, but this ring is only half, and the semicircular edge has a flat cut surface, but the cut is irregular, but this ring is a little too big. If it is complete, it can accommodate Ximenqing's three fingers. He didn't think anyone can wear it. . But if you think of it as a bracelet, even the slimst dancer can't wear it. In addition, as jewelry, it is also a little too wide.

When it was first taken out, Ximen Qing's eyes lit up, because it was golden and looked like pure gold. However, after calming down and measuring it with his hand, he immediately realized that if it was pure gold, it would never be so light. It seemed that it should be iron, but the surface was coated with gold. This kind of gold-plated goods is not worth much. The idea in Ximen Qing's mind that he wanted to sell it in exchange for silver two yuan disappeared randomly.

However, since it is something that my father left so carefully, there must be something special about it. Ximenqing felt that it was difficult to see the original appearance of this thing under the cellar. Since the purpose of coming to the cellar had been achieved, it was better to go back to the bedroom to watch it in detail first.

At this time, Ximenqing's heart rekindled hope, although he did not know what the hope was. So he packed up the things he brought, carefully climbed out of the cellar and returned to his bedroom like a thief. At the door of the bedroom, he also saw Li Qiang's figure disappearing around the corner. It seems that Li Qiang should have explored the bedroom just now. Ximen Qing understands that Wang An and Li Qiang will definitely take action after disappearing for too long.

The candlelight in the bedroom was much brighter than in the cellar. Ximen Qing looked carefully under the candle and found that there were small words written on the broken ring, and these small words were actually red. Ximen Qing is engaged in the medicinal materials business, which can be recognized at a glance. The best cinnabar used for writing is used to write. This kind of cinnabar It is often too luxurious to use medicine to treat diseases and write. However, it is this kind of cinnabar that can still be so bright after such a long time.

Ximen Qing stopped admiring the paint and carefully identified the handwriting on it.

"Death-free coupons". Just the first four words made Ximen Qing excited. It was actually issued by the court, and Ximen Qing only heard of death-free iron coupons, which were unheard of. However, just by listening to the name, he knew that this thing was much more noble than the death-free iron coupon.

Under the opening text is the explanation: "This thing is given to those who have made outstanding contributions to the imperial court. Anyone holding this gold coupon can avoid death no matter what crime they commits. If an innocent person holds a gold coupon, he can become an official immediately. The gold coupon is not big, and these are the only words written. But this few numbers are enough to make Ximen Qing's heart surging.

Sure enough, my future fate has been arranged by my father for a long time, that is, to be an official, and my father even left a certificate that can be exchanged for an official position. If his father was in front of Ximenqing, he was willing to immediately kneel down to thank his father's kindness, but now, he is only facing a piece of air. The excited Ximen Qing grabbed the golden coupon and smelled the golden pimple with the smell of corrupt wood like kissing the hotest woman.

This crazy behavior lasted for a quarter of an hour, and then Ximen Qing slowly calmed down.

The first question he faces is where to change this thing and what position it can change. Of course, these two questions are not difficult to answer. This thing was issued by the imperial court. It is definitely impossible to go to the county government. The people of the county government will not recognize it, and the state government can only go to the capital to find senior officials. As for what official position can be exchanged, Ximen Qing doesn't care much more. He is just a piece of cloth and does not have any official position. He is already grateful to give him a bigger official and let him live.