After rebirth, the leader only wants to be with the shadow guard

On the way back, Duan Chun recalled what Zhao Buchi had told him. Shen Ziyu had such a rough life at such a young age, and he couldn't help but feel emotional for a moment.

Lian Jue silently held his hand and comforted him.

He knew that although Duan Chunhui had been a doctor for a long time, his thoughtful heart had never changed.

Suddenly Duan Chunhui asked, "The capital is always full of intrigues and deceptions. Was your life there so difficult?"

Lian Jue tried to change the topic with a smile, but Duan Chunhui didn't let him and was determined to continue talking about this topic.

He drew aside the curtain and looked at the gate of the marquis's mansion with high walls outside.

Suddenly he said, "Those things you didn't tell me, I already knew them."

Lian Jue was so shocked that the smile on his face froze. He was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to say, "What?"

The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment.

When I think about it carefully, they are all past events, as illusory as a dream.

Lian Jue hasn't thought about the suffocating sin and pain for years.

He was the youngest son of the Imperial Censor and grew up in the prosperous capital. He once rode a horse in the street, full of high spirits.

It all ended the day his mother died.

The position of Censor has always been upright and honest, and it is an honest and incorruptible official position.

The only exception was his father, who had passed the imperial examinations and became a Jinshi in the capital from a rural county. He no longer wanted to live the kind of life he had before and was determined to move up the social ladder.

For this purpose, he did not hesitate to sell his wife for fame and gave her to a high-ranking official of the dynasty.

Lian Jue's mother was the daughter of a minor official in the capital, and could be considered a scholarly family. She had been married to Lian Jue's father for more than ten years, and supported him over the years before he was able to gain a foothold in the capital, allowing the Lian family to achieve such success.

Naturally, she could not bear such an insult and jumped into the water and died that night.

Rather Stick to your guns.

Lian Jue was still young at the time, and his father lied to him that it was just an accident, and then he took a second wife.

He was confused for several years until he accidentally learned about this sinful deal from his drunken brother.

Rage burned through the boy's chest like a prairie fire, and Lian Jue confronted his father angrily.

Unfortunately, in such a strictly regulated family, the father is the one in power, and his world is within the high-walled courtyard.

He could not tolerate all this, and Lian Jue was only fifteen or sixteen years old at the time, and had not even entered the officialdom, so he was powerless to resist his father.

Lian Jue could only swallow his anger and pretend to be a "good son". He seemed to be persuaded by his father and behaved like a good master.

Actually secretly planning.

On a night when it was pouring rain, he dismissed his servants, used the same drug he had used on his mother to knock his father unconscious and tied him up in the ancestral hall, then judged this man in front of all the ancestors for his evil act of selling his wife for fame and fortune.

No one could give justice to his mother, so he gave it himself.

His mother died inexplicably in the cold lake, while his father rose through the ranks in the court.

It's so sinful and so dirty.

Lian Jue set fire to his father and listened to his father wailing and begging for mercy inside until he finally lost his voice and was buried underground by the burned ancestral hall.

His brother witnessed all this, felt ashamed of his cowardice, and cried out in pain.

The two brothers looked at each other in silence across the rain.

In the end, the brother committed suicide in front of Lian Jue.

The spurting blood was brought to the ground by the rain, and flowed across Lian Jue's shoe surface, leaving a red mark.

Life is like a big dream.

Lian Jue went from being a carefree young man in the capital, dressed in fine clothes and riding a horse, to a poor man who killed his father and lost everything.

The senior official was afraid that he would reveal the matter, so he sent assassins to hunt him down.

A heavy rain poured down, and Lian Jue felt as if there was no place for him in this world, and he just didn't want to accept it.

Naturally, he would not let go of anyone who bullied his mother.

However, he could use a conciliatory policy to relax his father's vigilance, but when it came to high-ranking officials, he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, unable to shake their position at all.

I stumbled all the way and didn't know how to leave the capital.

This used to be his hometown, his home, but now it only makes him feel suffocated.

He fled all the way south, hoping to seek refuge in Dajue Temple.

But perhaps it was a coincidence, he fell down three or four miles away from Dajue Temple and was rescued by Duan Chunhui who followed his master to collect herbs.

Lian Jue was indeed very miserable at that time.

There were more than a dozen wounds of varying sizes on his body, the blood had almost dyed his inner clothes red, and his arm was broken.

Duan Chunhui was young at the time and as a kind-hearted doctor, he did not have so many complicated thoughts, so he rescued the man and brought him back to the Chiyang Sect.

Lian Jue turned a disaster into a blessing. He was finally able to settle down and recuperate in the Chiyang Sect, and he did so for more than half a year.

When he faced Duan Chunhui, he used a false identity, saying that he was a scholar who went to the capital to look for his relatives but failed and was persecuted instead.

Duan Chunhui saw that he looked scholarly and had a fair and clean face, and he really looked like him.

I felt very sorry for him at the time, and in addition to treating his injuries, I also often came to talk to him.

At that time, Lou Jingyu was not yet the leader of the Chiyang Sect, but only the young master. He could tell at a glance that Lian Jue's identity was by no means simple.

Just by looking at his pair of sad and unwilling eyes, one can guess a little bit, that is, Duan Chunhui's stupid letter.

Lian Jue's desire for revenge never stopped, but he had no idea or way out. If there was any, he would have rushed back to the capital and killed the official.

He got to know Lou Jingyu through Duan Chunhui, and used the intelligence he had learned from the court to become Lou Jingyu's subordinate, and worked for Lou Jingyu from then on.

Lou Jingyu will also provide him with manpower and resources to take revenge.

Lou Jingyu valued his talent and wanted to protect him, so he opposed his radical and extreme thoughts and ideas.

You can't just waste your life for such a scumbag.

So it took two or three years for the two young men, who were not yet adults, to plan a big drama together, stir up trouble in the capital, and finally bring down the high-ranking official.

When the high-ranking official was on his way to exile, Lian Jue appeared like a ghost and chopped off his head with one knife, finally avenging his mother.

His hands were covered in blood that night, just like the night he burned his father alive.

His great revenge was achieved, and perhaps the stone that was weighing on his heart was finally lifted. He felt relieved and fell seriously ill.

Duan Chunhui asked him where he had been and what he had done, but he refused to say.

Those things were too sinful and too dirty, and his mother would never come back. Just thinking about them made him feel suffocated.

He didn't want Duan Chunhui to know these things.

He thought it would be enough to be a simple and clean scholar in front of Duan Chunhui.

Maybe because he has grown older in recent years, Duan Chunhui is not so easy to fool and he saw the clues.

He took the opportunity to ask Lou Jingyu when Lian Jue went out to do some work.

Lou Jingyu was not the type to meddle in other people's affairs, nor did he understand the twists and turns and thoughts between these lovers. He waved his hand and told him to ask Lian Jue himself.

Duan Chun thought, if he could ask, he would have asked long ago. Isn't it because he couldn't get the answer that he came to ask him for help?

So he started crying, making a fuss, and even trying to hang himself at the gate of Canglan Palace. He was really being a bad boy.

Lou Jingyu was extremely annoyed, but he couldn't be so heartless as to slap his childhood friend to death, so he just asked him to investigate the fire in the Lian Family Ancestral Hall in Beijing.