Ink Blade

Previous Life 1 (part 1)

 

When broken consciousness was pulled back a little bit, Mo Ren found himself curled up on the ground.
His dry black hair was scattered on his pale face, covering his sight.

 

The scrawny servant moved and tried to flex and stretch his fingers.
Before he could tell how long he had fainted, he felt cramps in his stomach.
Before falling asleep, he hadn't taken a bite for two days.

 

There was no light in the woodshed, it was dark, and it was filled with a humid and rotten smell.
The north wind of the cold winter leaked from the gaps of the windows, making a sharp sound.

 

At the same time, there were loud noises, chaotic footsteps, and the beating of gongs and drums.

 

A trace of uneasiness in the heart that was almost numb suddenly came, like the stagnant rotten water that was suddenly thrown with stones, making huge waves and countless drops.
Mo Ren endured the increasing pain, he sat up and looked out.
Here was one of the lowest parts of the Jiuzhong Hall.
Generally, only servants constantly worked here.
There should not have been such a lively and festive noise.

 

What came into his eyes were bright lights, countless people mingling together, and a fiery color red that was spread far away.

 

He was at a loss.
A frightened look appeared on his thin face.

 

Why does everything appear like a wedding banquet?

 

In an instant, the last trace of blood faded from his already pale face.
He could no longer care about anything else, and pushed away the crumbling woodshed door, the cold wind with snow was freezing, and the bright light of a lamp pricked his eyes.

 

The servants in the side hall gathered together to put up lights and decorations.
A little servant came over holding a red brocade that was gorgeous and exquisite and looked contemptuously when he passed by Mo Ren.

 

He didn't like the former personal bodyguard of the Hall Master at all.
It was said that this man grew up with the Hall Master and that he was proud and bullied people.
He also framed the upright and kind-hearted Young Master Bai Hua several times.
Eventually, he angered the Hall Master, his martial arts was abolished, his meridians were cut off, and then he was sent to the side hall.

 

Now this person who fell from the clouds and into the mud was already a waste even worse than ordinary people.
Any stronger servant can insult and bully him.
If it wasn't for the fact that this little servant was afraid of being scolded for missing his job, he would really want to make a few sarcastic remarks.
But, now with important clothes in his arms, he just wanted to walk in a hurry, but he did not expect to be stopped by the said disabled person.

’

 

“Who is……cough cough…” 

 

As soon as he opened his mouth, Mo Ren did not expect that his voice was so hoarse that he couldn’t even form a full sentence.

 

In such cold weather, the emaciated man only had an old gray singlet.
He coughed bitterly, but the cold wind like ice dregs poured into his lungs, only adding to his pain.

 

The little servant frowned fiercely and pushed Mo Ren to the ground hard.
“Go go go, what bad luck!” 

After the little servant cursed, he raised leg and was about to walk away.
Unexpectedly, his trousers were pulled.
Mo Ren sat in the snow and gripped the young servant’s trouser tightly.
He looked up at him with almost humble and pleading eyes.
With his frozen blue and white fingers, he quickly wrote words on the snow covered ground. 

 

Who is getting married?

 

“Hey, you trash, let me go.” The little servant impatiently kicked him on his abdomen, and said, “What’s the point of asking? Of course, it’s the wedding banquet of the Hall Master.
“

 

“Ugh….”

 

The kick was merciless.
Mo Ren only felt that his stomach, which was already hungry, twitched violently.
The sharp pain at that moment almost made him see black and faint.

 

But that's it, he persevered and didn't let go of the little servant, and wrote on the snow again. 

 

Wh-

 

He hadn't written the word “marry” yet, and the word “who” was not even written successfully, when the little servant suddenly laughed.
“Who is it? Of course it is with Young Master Bai.
Why? You think it could be with a useless person like you?”

 

Mo Ren didn't seem to react much, but simply loosened his hands and slowly closed his eyes.

’

 

It was not a surprise to him.

 

He knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but….

 

The little servant went away swearing.
Mo Ren suddenly vomited a few large mouthfuls of blood, which was exceptionally bright in the white snow.

 

He had no idea when he had started to get used to vomiting blood.
But this time, he simply grabbed a handful of clean snow from the side, and carefully wiped the corners of his mouth with it.

 

Then he stood up strenuously and watched the red color that made him distressed, walked unsteadily step by step towards the direction of the main hall, like a moth being drawn to the flame.

 

******

 

An hour later, a fire broke out in the Lianhua Hall, but it only burned the colorful silk lanterns hanging