After I was reborn, the scumbag was good

Zongzhengxu couldn't look back at the road he had traveled in the past two years.

Every time he looked back, even his heart tightened. At first, he didn't pay attention to the dense pain in his heart, but he just felt a little empty, and it wouldn't kill him.

As the days passed, he realized that he thought of that person too much.

Sometimes he started to lose his mind just after grading a piece of paper, thinking of the letters from flying pigeons that he would receive from time to time when he was in the camp; there was too much rabbit meat in the meal, and he couldn't eat another bite, even Crazy people generally think that this rabbit whose fur has been stripped and served on the table should be called Xiaobai...

Sometimes it was even more extreme, when a bird flew over a branch in the back garden, he felt dazzled, maybe it was a wild goose.

Gradually, he couldn't sleep at night, even if he fell asleep from exhaustion, he would wake up in the middle of the night.

The maidservants and father-in-laws who were serving would come in, their faces full of nervousness, but no one would ask him: Did he have a nightmare?

But no, he had a sweet dream.

In the dream, he was not the king of Huai Lei, he was still the solitary Seventh Prince, who endured hardships, fought battles, and lived a life of wealth and glory. He rarely encountered things that he could not control.

He has a clear goal: ascend to the throne as soon as possible and avenge his mother.

Once he has determined a certain goal, everything he does paves the way for that goal.

He has a full schedule every day, and has never felt such a feeling of emptiness.

He finally achieved his goal and got everything he wanted.

On the first day of ascension to the throne, his father died, and the imperial doctor said he died of suffocation.

On that day, the new emperor's ascension to the throne was a grand ceremony once every few decades. The maidservants who were arranged to serve in front of the late emperor probably felt that this old thing's time was numbered, or maybe it was someone's order.

It wasn't until the late emperor passed away that the two maidservants hurried over and summoned the imperial doctor in a hurry.

But also powerless.

The new emperor of Beiqi ascended the throne, amnesty the world, and benefit all people.

Now that Jun Ming has reached this point, the two maidservants are naturally pardoned.

He also secretly helped the late emperor's harem to be chaotic, and borrowed the hands of others to send the woman who killed his mother and concubine into the harem.

So far, Zongzhengxu has finally accomplished what he wanted to accomplish all his life.

He didn't feel satisfied.

The lives of the people are under his control, all living beings are under his control, and the memorials piled up into small hills are also under his control...

But he doesn't want to care about anything. A person who lives by completing tasks must find his next target as soon as possible.

It seems that his figure is everywhere, and his voice can be heard at any time. When you look closely, there is only the wind blowing, carrying the fragrance of pear blossoms in February and March. .

He wasn't just empty now, he was beginning to panic.

At the beginning, he didn't understand what he was panicking about, and he woke up in the middle of the night day after day, and his dreams were frozen in the same picture every night.

The person who always smiled on weekdays said to him before falling off the cliff: "You and I are clear."

The cold voice lingered on the cliff.

Zong Zhengxu realized that it was true that no one would be killed, but he was not considered alive.

So, he quickly found his next target.

A few days later, the Northern Qi army was dispatched and traveled for several months with only one goal: to burn up the valley that the Holy Master had mentioned.

This is not so difficult to accomplish, and Zong Zhengxu followed suit.

He was sitting in the carriage, twirling the jade wrench of his thumb in one hand, with an indifferent expression.

A large number of people were dispatched, and they lit the fire from different directions, and the flames licked up in an instant, and it didn't take long for half of the mountain to be burned.

The Northern Qi Monarch went berserk, stumbled down from the carriage, his eyes were red, and ordered them to put out the fire immediately.

The voice was hoarse and emotional.

When did the high-ranking lord of a country look so embarrassed?

However, the monarch has the right to be uncertain, no one will find it strange, and no one dares to criticize it.

People watching the theater didn't know why Zongzhengxu went crazy, but he knew it very well.

He originally thought that the man was just angry with him, and that's why he didn't want to see him, so no matter how hard he searched, there was no news.

That would be easy, just force people out.

But when the fire intensified, he panicked.

What if he still refused to forgive himself and insisted on hiding in a corner, and the thick smoke invaded his throat again, blinding both his eyes?

No, he doesn't want Xiao Qinghe to see him!

As the fire gradually weakened, the people he brought searched the mountain and found several bones.

But none of them belonged to Xiao Qinghe.

Zongzheng Xu thought that he must be too angry and refused to see him again.

He still didn't want to believe that that person was dead, and there would be no more Xiao Qing and this person in the world.

With the order of the monarch, the Northern Qi army started a new round of conquests, pears grew everywhere they passed.

Until the snow-white pear blossoms bloomed all over the mountains, the man never came back.

Zongzhengxu couldn't find him.

After surviving the panic, followed by boundless loneliness, he sometimes felt that the surroundings were terribly quiet, and other times he felt that the surroundings were noisy.

Lively and lonely.

He went on to observe the people's feelings, and went to the mountain alone. The peach blossoms in the mountain valley seemed to never wither, and they were in full bloom. There are two names engraved on it.

He picked up the stone, stroke by stroke and carved his own name on the second step. He also planned to carve another person's name, but he still drew out the first stroke, paused, but stopped his hand.

Or wait for that person to come back and let him carve it himself.

He also went to that lake. It was sparkling, full of tourists, and the mandarin ducks were still there.

But he always felt that it shouldn't be like this.

When the pear blossoms in his garden also bloomed, the thoughts in his heart grew wildly and completely out of control.

Finally, he began to regret it.

And finally began to think about two questions: Is this the only way to avenge the murder of one's mother?Proclaiming the Emperor or Xiao Qinghe, which one is more important?

It's a pity, so what if you can get a result?

The tyrannical Northern Qi monarch seemed to have returned to the time when he first ascended the throne, ended the war, and became a wise monarch.

He wanted to find another way to get forgiveness.

That man is kind, seeing him kill so many people, he must be unhappy, and even more reluctant to see him.

Then he will govern the country well and be kind to others.

Pear blossoms bloomed everywhere in Beiqi, and the people began to brew pear blossom wine, and even the evening wind carried the fragrance of pear blossom wine.

But Zongzhengxu no longer had Xiao Qinghe.

……

Xiao Qinghe locked himself in the room, the rampant qi congested in his chest was about to drive him crazy.

Why couldn't Zongzhengxu let him go? !What else does he want from him? !

After being silent for a while and getting angry, someone knocked on the door, and Zong Zhengchi's voice appeared at the door.

"Qinghe, Qinghe!"

Qinghe Qinghe Qinghe!Is it a soul? !

Xiao Qinghe was affected by the extremely irritable emotion in his chest, and his anger was unconsciously grafted onto the person outside the door who was connected by blood with that person.

The door was pulled open suddenly, Xiao Qinghe said angrily: "What are you shouting for? It's like a ghost, do I owe you?!"

Zongzheng was stunned, but he was not angry about it. He even opened the door on his own, squeezed in, dragged the person to the table, and sat down.

Holding his shoulders, she said softly, "Qinghe, you should cry."

Among the words, persuasion accounted for three points, and the remaining seven points were coaxing him.

Xiao Qinghe panted heavily, his eyes slowly turned red.

The person who needed him to coax him in the past has finally grown up, and now he squatted in front of him and said to him: Qinghe, cry, I will coax you.

He didn't cry after all, his tears had been shed the day he first met Zong Zhengxu after his rebirth.

"I'm sorry." Xiao Qinghe calmed down, and apologized to him, "I hurt you just now."

Zong Zhengchi simply smiled, expressing that he didn't care, then looked at him cautiously, and said: "Qinghe, you must not be shaken, and you must not forgive him."

"En." Xiao Qinghe was very tired and didn't want to stay longer on this matter.

"Don't forget what you promised me..." Zongzhengchi pursed his lips, and said with a bit of aggrieved tone, "Qinghe, you promised me, next life."

"This is the next life."

Xiao Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered the promise he made jokingly in one afternoon.

At that time, he didn't even believe in Po Meng, so he didn't believe in Lao Shizi's next life...but unexpectedly...

There really is...

"Chi Zai, I..."

"I know!" Zong Zhengchi hurriedly said, "Qinghe, I'm not forcing you, nor do I have to ask you to do something."

"It doesn't even need to be me, as long as you can return to the happy Xiao Qinghe, others can too."

He became excited, looked at him with clear eyes, raised his voice, and even said sharply: "But it must not be my brother!"

Xiao Qinghe has not yet spoken.

He continued: "Qinghe, I don't want you to go through the past again."

"I want you to be happy."

"Okay." Xiao Qinghe said.

The conversation ends here.

Not because of the outcome of the talks, but because of an uninvited guest who pushed the door open.

Xiao Qinghe stood up, completely ignoring the frosty Zongzhengxu, directly passed him, and changed rooms.

There are only a few houses in this other courtyard.

Two rooms were for the servants to live in, and there were two remaining rooms, one of which was occupied by Zong Zhengchi.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to compete with the waiter for a place, so he dragged the owner of the house along and left together.

Four slender fingers were bent, and a strong hand clasped the door frame tightly. He didn't have time to close the door this time.

Xiao Qinghe became ruthless, and suddenly pulled the door in, he almost heard the sound of joint bones breaking.

Zongzheng Xu was completely unmoved, looking at him through the crack of the door with his eyes, begging with trembling voices: "Qinghe, you are not allowed to sleep with others."

Xiao Qinghe's extinguished anger burned again.

He simply opened the door and said sarcastically, "No? What qualifications do you have to say that? What kind of relationship do you have with me? In what capacity do you manage me?!"

Zongzhengxu couldn't answer.

The person in front of him once had a bright smile, called his husband-in-law sweetly, entered the military camp with him, cuddled with him, cuddled with him, slept with him, even if they were in different camps, they insisted on tying them together.

Thinking about it now, in the past, he had more peaceful and active days.

But now, he asked him with a cold face in what capacity and what qualifications he had.

he does not know.

In his capacity as the King of Northern Qi?Xiao Qinghe is not rare.

As the general of the first town of Beiqi?Zongzhengxu is not.

He will never go back.

But he hoped that they could go back.

Zongzhengxu's heart ached too fiercely, he stood dryly, his teeth were about to be crushed, and he only spoke a dry sentence.

"Qinghe, trust me again."

"Please." His eyes were red, his fingers were red and swollen, but his gaze was very firm, and his heart ached unbearably, "I beg you."

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感谢在2020-03-1522:28:54~2020-03-1721:41:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Serafina 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!