Destiny's medical concubine Tai Qingcheng

Chapter 16 Slaves
Seeing someone coming, the waiter in the teahouse quickly stood up and ran over to meet him. When he approached, he was stunned for a moment, and then he greeted him,

"Miss, what do you need?"

Mo Qingyue looked around the teahouse, fixed her eyes on a corner by the window on the second floor, and said lightly,

"Give me a pot of your best tea and two plates of special snacks to that location." After Mo Qingyue finished speaking, she pointed to the location she saw just now.

"Okay!" Xiao Er said, "You sit down first, and the things will be delivered to you immediately."

Mo Qingyue nodded and walked up to the second floor. Xiaoer looked at her back and muttered,
"Isn't this a dream? I actually saw such a fairy-like figure."

The teahouse is the place with the most traffic, and you can hear all kinds of news in this kind of place, so Mo Qingyue chose such a place.

While drinking tea gracefully, she listened carefully to the movement around her, and fed a piece of pastry to Hong Ling from time to time, which was very pleasant.

Suddenly, a rough and hoarse voice came in from the window,
"You little bastard, you dare to bite a guest and make me lose money. Let's see if I don't beat you to death today!"

Mo Qingyue frowned invisibly, she turned her head and looked out of the window.

Mo Qingyue sat not on the side of the street, but on the other side. The downstairs of the teahouse was a dark and damp alley, and basically no one went there.

And the owner of the voice just now is a fat middle-aged man with big ears and a shiny face, wearing a purple brocade robe, but he is obviously too fat, and the clothes feel like he is about to be squeezed by his fat body up.

He was holding a black leather whip, and he stomped fiercely on the shoulder blades of the man on the ground. The whip in his hand kept waving towards the slave,
Immediately, the sound of "cracking" whipping and the painful muffled sound of the man on the ground resounded in the alley.

The old and dirty clothes on the man's body had been beaten to shreds, revealing the hideous and terrifying scars inside.
In addition to the new scars that were just beaten, bloody and bloody, there were still many old scars on his body, just like the land during the plowing season, there was no intact place.

And just a few steps away from them, there is a big wooden cage, in which dozens of ragged, unkempt people, both men and women, are skinny and look scary.

They looked at everything in front of them with empty eyes, like corpses that had lost their souls.

Mo Qingyue suddenly realized that she was a slave trader.

The slave on the ground was beaten to a bloody mess, but he bit his lip, insisting on not begging for mercy, and kept staring at the slave owner, his eyes seemed to be poisoned.

This made the slave owner even more angry, and the movements of his hands became more severe, and sometimes he did not forget to kick a few times,
"Little bitch, how dare you stare at me! Your bones are pretty hard, right? I'm going to grind your bones away today!"

The slave was kicked in the chest, coughed violently, and coughed up a big mouthful of blood, mixed with the mud on the ground, staining her face and messy and dirty hair.

Looking over from Mo Qingyue's position, she could see the slave's face, covered in blood, and couldn't see the facial features clearly, but she could clearly see the light in the slave's eyes, resentment, humiliation, unwillingness ...

Her eyes are complicated, but they are by no means empty, godless, and completely different from the slaves in the wooden cage.

Ordinary slaves had already knelt down and begged for mercy when they encountered such a situation. How could it be possible for them to be beaten to the brink of death like her and still refuse to make a sound.

Mo Qingyue understood that she was protecting her dignity!

Perhaps in the eyes of others, slaves do not need and should not have dignity, they are lowly goods, not even human beings.

But in Mo Qingyue's view, no one is a natural slave, even if he is a waste, as long as he does not give up and is willing to fight hard, no one can look down on them.

　The article is being revised, and many chapters I posted before have been deleted by me, and I will post it again soon.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)