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"Dong Feng Po (Han Zi Gao Biography)" Author: Ying Zheng's cutie

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If you want this world, I will accompany you in military armor and armor, and walk all over these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

If you lose this world, I will follow you to the end of the world, with a horizontal sword in order to live and die together.

"From now on, your name will be Zigao, Han Zigao." The new name he gave him, but he didn't realize that it bound him for the rest of his life, but he was content with it, without complaint or regret.

What is love?It is involuntary life, it is willing to sink, it is no regrets.

From an ordinary soldier to an all-powerful general.His efforts have always been to be able to stand behind him, so that he has no worries.

The world you want, I will fight with you.If you want peace, I will accompany you.

Han Zigao X Chen Qian

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One-sentence introduction: Han Zigao, one of the ten most beautiful men in ancient times

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☆、Chapter 1

The cold wind whizzed, piercing, and the crows that occasionally flew in the sky screamed mournfully.

In Nanliang, in August of the first year of Guangda, the new emperor succeeded to the throne and amnesty the world.

Xilong County is a remote town to the west of Nanliang.

Shillong, tea house.

"I heard he died..."

"Crime of treason, of course death!"

"It's so strange, it's been a year!"

"You don't know, I heard it's the new emperor..."

"Shh, stop talking, keep your voice down..."

In the corner, a slender man stood up slowly. He raised his hand and pressed down the gauze hat on his head.The exposed wrist was slender and fair.It is fascinating to see.

"Xiaoer, pay the bill." The man's voice was sweet and tight, which made Xiaoer's heart itch after hearing the sound.

Xiao Er put away the copper coin, while peeking at the man, he secretly wondered what kind of face was under the gauze.

After paying the money, the man turned around and left the teahouse.

Just a gust of wind came.He scraped off most of the gauze in front of the man's face.

Xiaoer happened to see most of the man's face clearly.

He took a deep breath, opened his mouth and stood there, unable to recover for a long time.

"Little Er! Little Er!!"

With a slap on the head, the waiter turned his head and stared blankly at the shopkeeper with an angry face in front of him.

"You son of a bitch, are you deaf? The guest asked for a long time what are you doing here, a fool who has been paid a thousand dollars!!"

"Fairy...fairy..."

"Fairy, you ghost! Hurry up and go to work!" The shopkeeper scolded and walked away, "Idiot who only knows how to eat but doesn't know how to work... I won't beat you up..."

Xiao Er hurriedly looked back at the door, but there was no figure of a man.

Is it a dream?

He secretly marveled, and hurried into the room to serve the guests.

On the narrow path in the forest, a man walked unhurriedly. His black long coat hangs down to the bottom of his feet, and what looks like a jade belt around his waist is shining silver in the sun.

The bamboo hat on his head undulates gently with his footsteps.

The man's footsteps stopped suddenly.

"come out."

After a while of silence, a figure emerged from the forest, slightly shorter than the man, stood up beside the man with his hands down, bowed his head and remained silent.

"I said, don't follow me." The man seemed to sigh, and walked forward.

"My lord..." The short man behind him called out hastily, "Why do you lie to yourself, my lord! The emperor is dead..."

His voice suddenly stopped, and a long sword lay across his neck, shining coldly.

"If you mention it again, don't blame me for disregarding the brotherhood for many years!"

After the man finished speaking, a cold light flashed, and the long sword was retracted, and it was wrapped around his waist.

The shorter man watched his back getting further and further away, and finally couldn't hold on anymore, and knelt down on the cold muddy ground.

He bent down and buried his head in his knees, his voice trembling.

"Congratulations... Your Excellency..."

The man's footsteps did not stop, and gradually disappeared.

I come to you.

Up to the poor and down to the underworld.

Never die.

I'm coming for you...

Zihua...

☆、Chapter 2

AD 544, the year of Jiazi in the lunar calendar, the tenth year of Liang Datong in the Southern Dynasty.

In the Southern Dynasties Liang, Gaochang, Eastern Wei, and Western Wei stood at one another's feet, and there were other princes and small states scattered across the borders of the Central Plains. The situation in all countries was turbulent and peaceful.

Nanliang, Kuaiji, Shanyin.

The cold wind howled, and on the mountain road, a young figure walked forward slowly against the cold wind.His hair is black but disheveled, and he hastily pulled it behind his head with a wooden branch. His childish face looks to be about six years old, his cheeks are flushed with cold, and his small body under the thin and worn clothes is shivering in the wind. A bundle of firewood taller than him.

The boy slowly descended the mountain path and followed the trail into the village.

"Bang bang." The boy knocked on the door of a house.

The red-painted door was half opened, and a white-haired old man poked his head out.

"The savage is here."

"Here we come, Uncle." The boy's voice was soft and sweet, but there was a hint of trembling clearly due to the cold.As he spoke, he put down the firewood behind his back, pulled out most of it, tied it up carefully, and handed it to the old man.

"Here, here is today's firewood money." The old man put a few copper coins on the barbarian's dirty little hand full of cracks.

"Thank you, Uncle." After taking the copper coin, Manzi carefully kept it in his hands, lifted his feet that were already cracked by the cold in worn-out straw sandals, thanked him, and turned to leave.

"Wait, Manzi, this is for you." The old man turned back to the house, and came out after a while, with a half-new gray-blue double-breasted gown in his hand, "The weather is getting colder, and this dress is for my grandson. The ones that were worn can no longer fit, so just take them."

"Thank you, Uncle." With gratitude in his eyes, Manzi took the clothes and put them on his arms, taking care not to get his hands dirty, and thanked the old man repeatedly.

The old man looked at the small figure that was getting further and further away, and sighed, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

The child lost both his mother and father when he was young, and grew up eating a lot of rice.Speaking of the name Manzi, one thing must be mentioned.A few years ago, when the child was three years old, a monk with a scarlet head came to the village, grabbed the child by the hand and shouted, "Barbarian...a disaster for the country...".The villagers thought he was a lunatic, but they didn't care. After a few days, the skinny monk disappeared, but the barbarian's name survived.At first the child had no name, but the name was pronounced smoothly, and gradually, people from all over the world called him that.

I don't know if this child can grow up safely. Although he sympathizes with this child in his heart, at most, he will only give him an old clothes that can no longer be worn.The world is hot and cold, people, it's better to just guard your own home.What's more, the child can live to this age, and he can't do without the occasional charity from the villagers.They can be regarded as being benevolent and righteous.

The old man shook his head and closed the door.

dirt road.

The small figure turned to a dilapidated temple, folded the pair of shirts and put them behind a half-shattered Buddha statue, and bowed to the Buddha statue twice, digging out a small porcelain from nowhere. Can, put the few copper plates in, and hide them again in a blink of an eye.

After Manzi finished everything, he bowed to the Buddha statue again.

"Bodhisattva bless." After he finished speaking, he walked out of the ruined temple, looked around, and walked into a small path in the forest.At the end of the path is a cottage.

Manzi carefully observed his surroundings, stooped his waist, sneaked outside the wall of the thatched house, and squatted under the corner.

"I reflect on myself three times a day, I am not loyal to others, I am not trustworthy when I make friends, and I am not used to passing on the word." A slightly old voice came from the house.

"I reflect on my life three times a day. I am not loyal to others, I am not trustworthy when I make friends, and I am not used to passing them on." A group of immature voices came and went.

"You, tell me your understanding of this sentence."

"Master, disciple, disciple" a faltering childish voice sounded, "disciple won't."

"Stand. What about you?"

"Disciple...Please punish Master."

Quiet in the cottage

"Is there anyone who can share some of my understanding." The old voice asked again.

A childish voice suddenly came from the cottage.

"Master, there is someone outside!"

The barbarian squatting in the corner was startled, jumped up and was about to run, but it was too late.

"Stop!" The majestic voice made Manzi tremble uncontrollably.

He turned around slowly, not daring to look up.

"Come in!" The master at the door of the cottage looked at the dirty boy in front of him, feeling puzzled.

Manzi didn't dare to resist, he came in obediently, and stood in front of the crowd with his head bowed.

The children below all chattered.

"who is he......"

"His face is so dirty..."

"His shoe is broken, his thumb is sticking out, hehe..."

There were voices of ridicule or doubt one after another below, and Manzi stood with his head bowed, silent as if he hadn't heard a word.

Mrs. Wang glanced at the children, without getting angry.In the thatched cottage, it gradually became quiet.

"Head up."

The child seemed to hesitate for a moment, then slowly raised his head to look at him, his eyes were clearly full of anxiety, but he looked straight at him, pretending to be calm.

interesting.

"What are you doing squatting outside?"

"Listen, listen to your lecture..."

"Can you understand?"

The child's eyes flicker. "Understand a little..."

Master Wang knocked on the table with interest.

"Then can you explain the other party's understanding of that sentence?" He looked at the child in front of him, who was dressed in shabby clothes but had extremely bright eyes, and felt a little anticipation.

"My disciples think that this sentence means that we should reflect on our behavior more, we must do things for others with all our heart, and we must be sincere to our friends. Well, it's not easy to pass it on, it's not good to pass it on..." The barbarian blinked his eyes. After blinking, he lowered his head again in embarrassment, "I don't understand."

"This sentence means whether the teacher's teaching has been reviewed." Master Wang stretched out his hand and touched the man's head, feeling surprised and happy, "How long have you been listening outside?"

"About a month."

A smile appeared on Mrs. Wang's face: "If you want to attend a class in the future, you don't need to squat in the corner, just come in from here."

Manzi looked at Mrs. Wang in a daze, as if he didn't understand.

"Did you see it?" Master Wang pointed to an empty table behind the cottage, "You can sit there."

It was only then that Manzi understood what Master meant, and his eyes sparkled suddenly, making his dirty little face look very cute.

He plopped on the ground and bowed to Master Wang: "The barbarian will never forget the kindness of Master."

Mrs. Wang was taken aback for a moment, and responded with a smile.

This kid is a malleable talent.

"But..." Master Wang said, his voice turned a few times.

He saw a trace of nervousness on the face of the child in front of him, and felt amused in his heart.

"However, although your clothes don't need to be neat, they must be neat, understand?"

"Understood! The barbarian wrote it down!"

From then on, a tattered but neat child would appear in the hut from time to time, sitting at the back of the school, listening carefully to the teacher's explanation, with unusually focused eyes.

545 AD.

Manzi is seven years old.

It's still a cold and windy winter.One day, Manzi hurried to school after finishing lighting firewood. When he came back from school, it was already dark.

Manzi was walking on the road, weighing the firewood behind him, thinking about the Chinese New Year, and one day he would go up the mountain to catch a rabbit and give it to his master.The master has taken me to study in the cottage for the past year, taught me carefully, and never disliked me because he couldn't afford a penny of tuition.This kindness and virtue will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

He suddenly heard a faint voice coming from the forest.

Manzi froze for a moment, stopped, and listened carefully to the faint voice.

"Oops..."

"Whoops..."

The intermittent voices were depressing and dull.Manzi followed the sound and turned behind a section of the mound.

"Uncle Han!" Manzi exclaimed, and hurriedly ran to the old man who was lying on the ground a few meters away.

This person is the old man Han who repairs shoes at the head of the village.

"Han Bo, what's wrong with you?" Manzi put down the firewood and looked at the old man Han in the faint moonlight.

"Oh, barbarian, my foot..." The old man gasped, and slowly rolled up a piece of his trousers, only to see that the ankle was swollen a lot, "Oh, I'm old, I can't hit it. It’s used, I didn’t see the road clearly and got sprained..."

Seeing the swollen old Gao's injury clearly, Manzi also took a breath, and went to help the old man.

The barbarian didn't want the firewood any more, and carried the old man on his back to the old man's house in the village, and ran all the way back to the mound, picked up the firewood, made some hot water, and applied the old man's cold cracked feet.In the cold winter, his face was covered with sweat.

The old man Han was nearly sixty years old, and he had been a bachelor all his life. He had already stepped into the palace of Hades with one leg, but he was still alone.

Manzi couldn't bear to abandon him, so he took care of the old man for ten days.

When the old man was finally able to go to the ground by himself, Manzi planned to leave. He didn't want the old man to stop him and said, "Manzi, I don't have any children. You are kind and sensible. My luck is that I don't know if this old man has this blessing?"

Manzi had no father or mother since he was a child, so he was naturally willing. Moreover, during the past ten days of getting along with each other, the two of them actually developed a little affection.

Since then, Manzi is no longer an orphan.The old man not only adopted Manzi as his son, but also treated him very well, and passed on all the skills of repairing shoes to Manzi.The father and son repaired shoes to survive, and the barbarian occasionally went to the mountains to collect firewood to subsidize the family. When he was lucky, he could even catch a rabbit or something. Although the childhood was poor, he lived a peaceful and beautiful life and enjoyed his family.

But the peaceful days did not last long.

After all, the flames of war reached this relatively peaceful mountain village.

549 AD.

Liang Taiqing three years in the Southern Dynasty.Hou Jing's chaos began, and Liang was uneasy inside and outside.

Manzi himself didn't know how his father died.

It's just a day, he just left for a day and went into the mountains to cut some firewood.What catches the eye is no longer the peaceful village amidst the noise, what catches the ear is no longer the laughter of children playing, no longer the loud voice of Aunt Ma next door scolding her man... only the unextinguished The fire, the messy chicken coop, the women and children weeping or crying.

The firewood in his arms fell to the ground, and a few dead trees broke free from the hemp rope unwillingly, and jumped out. Call.

Father's body was lying there horizontally, his eyes were wide open, frozen in fear and anger.

"Father, father, father." Manzi knelt in front of the already cold corpse, shaking unwillingly, tears streaming down his face.

"Father!!!!!!!" A shrill cry echoed in the sky above the village.

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The passing army captured the strong men in the village and looted all the food.Aunt Ma lost her husband, Ergou lost her father, Aunt Chun lost her son, and he lost his father.

He escaped this catastrophe, but he also fell from the clouds to the bottom of the valley. If he had never been accompanied by his relatives, he would not have known that he was so fragile.

There was still a fresh smell of soil on the new mound, and the white cloth on the bamboo pole squeaked against the wind. The barbarian knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the mound.

"Father, forgive me for being unfilial. I want to go north to join the army and kill all these wicked people. I am afraid that I will have less chance to offer incense to my father in the future. I beg my father to bless my son so that I can come back alive to be my filial piety."

On the day Manzi left, he went to Beicun to bid farewell to Master Wang.

"Are you really going to abandon literature and pursue martial arts?" The master stroked his beard, looked at the tall young man in front of him, and vaguely recalled the young figure squatting in the corner of the wall five years ago.

"Disciple is unfilial!" Han Manzi knelt on the ground and looked up at his master.

"You have a lot of talent. If you go to high school one day and have a bright future, why do you have to..." The master kept his mouth shut as he spoke. He always knew that although this child looked weak, he was stubborn. Very human can not compare.

He sighed, and finally only said two words.

"Go..."

"Take care, master!" Manzi kowtowed respectfully to the master three times, stood up, and walked away without looking back.

The 11-year-old boy has a tall and straight figure, and his unopened eyebrows are clear and clean. His slightly squinted eyes are fixed on the north, and in that instant, the surrounding things are overshadowed.

☆、Chapter 3

September of the third year of Taiqing.

Manzi's footsteps were forced to stay in Jiankang.

General Hou Jing rebelled in Shouyang, captured Jiankang, and starved Emperor Wu of Liang to death.

Hungry, cold, and tired, Manzi hid in the Dongcheng Temple that was destroyed by the war, trembling, and the worn clothes on his body could not see the original color.

Tears slid down from the corners of the eyes, flowed down the dirty cheeks, and scratched the dry lips.

Witnessing the bloody massacre and suppression of Jiankang by the rebels with his own eyes, his psychological endurance has reached its limit.

After all, he was only 11 years old.

Could it be that God destined him to die here? !

The past four days have been like a dream, running, hiding, and grabbing food.Without sunshine, Jiankang people can no longer see sunshine, only fear, endless fear.

"Hey, you guys, go into this temple and search." A man's voice suddenly came from outside the temple.

Manzi's shoulders twitched violently, and he struggled to stand up, looking around in panic at the ruined temple that had been looted and stripped of all shelter.

There was nowhere to hide... He closed his eyes in despair.

"Boss, there is only a ten-year-old child, and there are no deserters." A big man with a beard came in, just in time to see the barbarian standing in the middle of the temple with his eyes closed.He picked up the barbarian like a chicken, held up his collar and said to the soldiers who came in after him.

Manzi suddenly felt a strong hatred in his heart.

It's these people, these beasts who only know how to burn, kill and loot! !Damn it! !Damn them all! !

The weak barbarian opened his dry mouth, and suddenly bit the man's hand hard with the strength he didn't know where it came from.The man let out a cry of pain, and threw the barbarian to the ground with his hands.

The barbarian flew out like a broken leaf in the autumn wind, and his thin and thin body hit the hard bluestone slab.

"Ah..." Manzi cried out in pain.

"Dare to bite me, I'll chop you." The man glared at the tooth marks on his hand, stared at the barbarian and strode up to the barbarian, swiping the knife in his hand to chop it off.

"Stop!" The man called the boss stopped the bearded knife: "Master Liu's family is short of some servants, this kid looks smart, send it to Master Liu. It's all you brats , kill as soon as you say, there are not even a few available servants in the city."

"Yes, yes, the boss taught me..." Hearing this, the bearded beard had no choice but to put away his knife, and gave the barbarian a hard sideways glance, "You're lucky!"

Manzi slumped on the ground limply, heaving a sigh of relief.His eyes darkened, he couldn't hold on any longer, and passed out.

The moment before he fainted again, he understood one thing: he will not die for the time being, he will be sent to a family as a servant...

Knowing this is enough, because living is the most important thing.

The barbarian was awakened by a basin of cold water.

He sat up in a daze, looking at the thin man in front of him who was trying to squeeze out a fierce face, he was a little confused about the situation.

"What are you looking at, and then look at digging out your eyeballs." The thin man pointed to the broom basin behind him, and said arrogantly, "From today on, you will follow me, we are all members of the Liu family , you have to call me Brother Cheng. Go and clean up these rooms first, and then wash that basin of clothes. Clean it up quickly, otherwise, you will see it."

After the thin man finished speaking, he put down the wooden bucket in his hand and left with his waist in his arms.

Manzi silently watched the thin man leaving, and looked around.

This is a secluded courtyard, with two big trees in the courtyard, a semi-new stone brick house, two brooms and several buckets in the courtyard.

I have become a slave of the Liu family now.

The barbarian lowered his head and involuntarily heaved a sigh. Does this mean that there is no need to hide outside.

A mansion that needs servants, a mansion sent by the rebels, at least, the servants will not starve to death.A slight smile appeared on the corner of Manzi's mouth.

Father, the child narrowly escaped death again, you are the one who will protect the child in heaven.

The idea of ​​joining the army has been lingering in Manzi's mind. Manzi has a crazy idea, which he himself thinks is extremely crazy. He wants to be a general, like Li Mu and Bai Qi. To rule the world, only in that way will the world be stable and peaceful.

"You're really crazy." Manzi shook his head with a wry smile, "Do the work well first, and we'll talk about it after we get a bite to eat."

The broom in the young man's hand fluttered, and in the dust raised up, messy hair mixed with sweat stuck to his cheeks, and tiny beads of sweat secreted from his tight lips and straight nose.

Time passed quickly, and the halo of the setting sun gradually dispersed in the sky.Manzi looked at the tidy courtyard and the freshly washed clothes, and touched his belly that was already attached to his ribs.If I don't eat anything, I'm afraid I'll faint from hunger.Just as he was thinking, the wooden door of the courtyard rang, and Brother Cheng entered with two steamed buns.He looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

"Boy, I forgot to ask what your name is." Brother Cheng threw a big steamed bun at Manzi, "here, your dinner."

Manzi hurriedly caught it, and two black handprints were immediately printed on the white steamed bun.

"Han Manzi, brother Cheng can just call me Manzi." Manzi ignored the fingerprints on the steamed bun, wiped his face with his sleeve, and gnawed on it. The fragrance of the steamed bun overflowed from the tip of his tongue, and he sighed contentedly.It had been a long time since he had eaten such a delicacy, and Manzi had the urge to cry. He devoured it hungrily, and gave Cheng a grateful look.

This person looks fierce, but the work he gives himself is not very heavy. It can be seen that he can finish it after being hungry for two days, and he even brings him steamed buns to eat. In fact, he is a disgusting and soft-faced master. .

"Boy, don't think I'm a good person." Brother Cheng muttered, "This small courtyard is temporarily occupied by the two of us. There were three people in the past..." Brother Cheng sighed, "I made a mistake two days ago. It’s over, and I was killed. Boy, you can be smarter in the future and do your own thing well.”

Manzi suddenly felt a chill, is this a big family, the servant did something wrong, just one sentence can make him disappear completely from this world.

"Don't be afraid, let's be servants, just remember our duty at all times. Pack up and go to rest, there will be a lot of work tomorrow." Brother Cheng entered the room after finishing speaking.

Manzi fiercely gnawed at the steamed bun in his hand.

Live, I want to live, no matter what, I want to live.

☆、Chapter 4

As the night darkened, a figure hurriedly shuttled along the path taken by the servants of the Liu residence.

"What the hell is going on, I feel weird today." Brother Cheng rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, wishing he could fly back to his small courtyard with the wind on his feet.

When I went to collect the chamber pots in each room at noon, I accidentally heard the sound of the young man next to the young master and the maid next to the wife having sex, and was frightened to death. If this kind of thing happened, anyone who had a little connection would die.At that time, he stepped back carefully for fear of being discovered by those two people.The young master's boy, Ah Qiang, followed the young master to bully men and women a lot. If he knew that he had ruined his good deeds, he would die.

The two of them were doing things, but they still didn't forget to gossip.

"That guy who doesn't know what to do, aha, that's it, cool..."

"You dead man, take it easy, um, what did the young master do to him? Uh..."

"What else can you do? If you kill him, it's his luck that the young master saw him, and he dared to kick the young master, ah, you slut, you're really strong!"

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"Slap!" Brother Cheng slapped himself, shook his head violently to drive away the evil thoughts in his mind, his cheeks were hot and flustered.He rubbed his cheeks, hypnotizing himself to quickly forget about the day.

"Hey, the person in front, stop." Suddenly there was a shout from behind.

that voice...

Brother Cheng only felt his heart sink into the ice cellar in an instant.

He turned around slowly, and it was a tall, thin man with fish-bubble eyes who stopped him.

"Ah, Brother Qiang, is your name a kid? Do you have any orders?" Brother Cheng suppressed his beating heart and squeezed out a smiling face, a very harmless one.

This man is the young master's personal servant, Ah Qiang, who had an affair with the maid behind the rockery at noon.

Ah Qiang looked around: "Come with me, I have something to do for you."

"Hey, yes, Brother Qiang." Brother Cheng felt relieved, it seems that Ah Qiang didn't know that he knew about him and that maid.

The night was very quiet, after several turns, the two arrived at a courtyard hidden in the west courtyard.

On the ground was a long blue cloth bag, about seven feet long, filled with something like... Brother Cheng suddenly felt cold in the soles of his feet, and the coolness ran from the soles of his feet to every strand of hair on the top of his head.

"You dispose of the things in this bag, burn the clothes, divide the rest, and throw them into the pond to feed the fish." Aqiang rolled his eyes and looked around.

"Qiang, Qiang, Brother Qiang, what's in it?" Brother Cheng stammered and almost bit his tongue.

Na Aqiang showed a sinister smile: "Why do you care so much, ask what you should ask, and don't ask what you shouldn't. Do what I ask you to do, and then act as if nothing happened." He walked around Brother Cheng turned around until he felt that he was about to pass out, then he took a step forward and slapped his dark and thin cheek with the back of his hand, "If any gossip comes out..."

Brother Cheng plopped and knelt on the ground: "Brother Qiang, don't worry, I will do my best and won't let anyone know."

"Well, of course I am relieved of you, after all, you are a smart person." Ah Qiang bent down and whispered in Brother Cheng's ear, "After all, you are the only one left after all three of your brothers are dead."

"...Yes, I understand." Brother Cheng lowered his head, his expression unclear.

Second watch day, night, very quiet very quiet.

A lot of ugliness are nourished, germinated, and grown under the hotbed of night.

The moonlight by the pond was unusually bright and clear taking advantage of the sparkling water waves.Brother Cheng saw the wounds on the corpse and took a deep breath.

□□ wide open, bloody and bloody, with a little bit of fishy white mixed in the blood, and the front is even more horrible.

He suddenly remembered what he had heard in the afternoon.

"It's his blessing that the young master has taken a fancy to him."

"I don't know what's good or bad, I'll kill it."

Could it be...Could it be, young master...Brother Cheng didn't dare to think about it any more, he picked up the knife and cleaned it up neatly, just like slaughtering that big yellow ox at home.

There was a wry smile on his lips. He knew very well that if something happened to the role he played, he would be the only scapegoat. If nothing happened... Brother Cheng narrowed his eyes, only looking forward to the young master He is an arrogant guy who thinks highly of himself, and he doesn't even think about killing him to keep his mouth shut.

night, still so quiet.

Brother Cheng walked into the room lightly.

"Brother Cheng." A voice suddenly sounded in the silent room.Brother Cheng was so frightened that he staggered and almost fell down.

"Manzi, you scared me to death. Why aren't you asleep yet?" Brother Cheng patted his chest with joy.

"...You haven't come back, I'm worried about you." Manzi poured a glass of water and handed it to Brother Cheng.

"Master asked me to go out of the city to deliver a letter. Who knows what the hell it is. You are so worried, go worry about yourself first, it's really a pain in the ass."

Brother Cheng lay on the bed cursing and fell asleep on his own.It wasn't until the sound of long and even breathing came from the other side that Brother Cheng opened his eyes again. Those eyes were shining brightly in the night.Brother Cheng turned over, just in time to see the profile of Manzi who was already sound asleep. Brother Cheng fixed his eyes on Manzi, wondering what he was thinking.

The night passed quickly.

The sky turned pale.

"Get up, hey, brother Cheng, get up." Manzi pushed the sleeping person on the bed.

Brother Cheng opened his eyes in a daze, rubbed his temples, "You're already up."

"Brother Cheng, you are the one who got up late. Haha, I woke up earlier than you for the first time. It is worth congratulating." Manzi smiled brightly, and put the basin in his hand on the ground, "Brother Cheng, wash your face. "

no response.

"Brother Cheng Cheng?" Still no response.

Manzi put his hand in front of Brother Cheng and shook it a few times, then raised his voice, "Brother Cheng!"

The person on the opposite side jumped off the bed and rushed out the door.Manzi was stunned, what's going on?Before Manzi could react, Brother Cheng walked in again, grabbed Manzi's palm and fell on him.

"Cheng, Brother Cheng, I'm earlier than you, so there's no need to slap me." Manzi couldn't dodge in time, he was greeted by a big palm on his face.

The expected pain did not strike, but itching instead.Brother Cheng didn't say a word, just rubbed Manzi's cheek roughly, and then dragged him to the basin.

"See, it won't be like this in the future, don't you think I'll let you out of this door." The water basin was vaguely printed with Manzi's appearance at this time.His skin was as sallow as a terminally ill patient, and there was a centipede-like scar on his left face.

"Brother Cheng, this is..." Before Manzi finished speaking, Brother Cheng interrupted Manzi, "Don't ask, just say, will you listen to me?"

Manzi looked at Brother Cheng's unusually serious face, which was different from any other day before, and nodded, "I listen to Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng must be doing it for my own good."

Brother Cheng let out a long sigh in his heart.When the child first entered the mansion at the age of 11, I only thought that the child was thin and weak, which was quite clear.Just now Manzi's smile stunned him for several seconds.When, that 11-year-old child has grown up, unknowingly, he has grown up... Brother Cheng doesn't know what words to use to describe it, he only knows that the housekeeper's daughter is looked down upon by many boys Ruby, the lover of her dreams, is nothing compared to the barbarian.

Why compare it with a woman?Brother Cheng couldn't tell, probably because he had never seen or thought of a man who could give birth to a daughter like that.

At the moment when he was in a daze, the corpse that he had personally dismantled, the blurred body, suddenly came into his mind.

No, this was the first thought that popped into his mind.

He didn't know how useful it would be, but he knew that if he didn't do it, the barbarian might...

"Manzi, listen to Brother Cheng, never show your true face outside this house in the future. When you see the young master, stay as far away as you can."

Manzi nodded seriously.

"If someone who met you before asked, you just said that you fell down and got sick again. Go to work." Brother Cheng looked at the barbarian who was leaving, and couldn't help sighing again.All he can do is these, the rest is up to God.

☆、Chapter 5

In 551 A.D., Hou Jing proclaimed himself emperor and his country was named Han.

In 552 AD, Chen Baxian, who was stationed in the south of Lingnan, went north to join forces with Wang Sengbian.

Han Manzi stayed in Liu's residence for three years at a time.

It's not that I didn't think about leaving, but because of various things, my plan was messed up.In fact, what's more important is that the overgrown barbarian is no longer the passionate and single-minded child he was three years ago.

There are many things in this world that you can't do if you want to.

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