debt repayment

Song Huiming looked at the blue sky and clenched his fists bitterly.

At this moment, a series of jingle bells came from behind.

The heavy limbs rubbed against the masonry, making a muffled sound.

The little eunuch came back with his pet.

"Your Majesty, Que'er was delivered to you. According to your will, today he was slipped around the palace twenty times."

Song Huiming glanced at the man lying on the ground with disheveled hair and blood all over his body, and an unexplained anger suddenly filled his chest.

"Just now my teacher told me that it's my fault for not treating you as a human being, but you're telling me who doesn't want to be human?"

The man's back, which had been drained of strength, trembled a few times as if alive, and through the messy grass and hair, one could see his slightly pale and bluish skin.

Song Huiming usually liked to see him in such a mess, but now he was very annoyed. He took the horsewhip from the eunuch's hand and slapped it on his back.

"I want to treat you well, it's you who don't want to die!"

The person who was beaten yelled "Wooooahahah", but the little ghost happily crawled out of the hole in the clothes on his back, jumped up and down, and laughed shrilly.

Song Huiming cut off his limbs and deprived his mouth, thinking that he could tame this troubled house sparrow.Song Hui'an pretended to obey, but within a few days he used the hidden scissors to fight him desperately. He was weak and sick, so he was no match for Song Huiming.

It's just that the prisoner who lives on the basis of his joy, love and pity, dares to disrespect him and doesn't know what is good and what is bad.

In a rage, he was sentenced to death.

Rare beauty would go crazy after a while, seldom awake, she would be in a daze all day long, and would yell that she was the real prince when she had the strength, this disease couldn't be cured, but after seeing him, the beauty was scared after all.

From the first time he cut Song Hui'an, he felt that something that had been suppressed in his heart had awakened crazily. , the happier he is.

Thinking of how arrogant and domineering this person was, Song Huiming's actions became even more tyrannical.

But as soon as he lost Tianshui, he looked at the lunatic who looked like a pig and dog in front of him, and felt that his anger had punched into the cotton, and he became even more angry.

The former Song Hui'an died, and the lunatics left behind couldn't even speak human words, and their hoarse cries seemed to come from the mouths of domestic animals.

He looked at him, humming softly.

"Woooo..."

The lunatic has long been used to such beatings, he wondered in a daze, was the man punishing him for spilling soup on the ground the last time he ate?

Pass out quickly, when you run into a man in a bad mood and don't give him good food and clothing, you might as well be unconscious.

He was bruised and bruised, and was dragged back to the small woodshed in the west of the palace by the little eunuch.

He didn't even dare to hope that when the days when pigs and dogs were not as good as dogs would end.

A mouthful of cold rice was thrown in front of him.

Mi Xiang attracted swarms of ants, and he tried his best to stretch his bloody and bruised hands towards the black mass, his stomach rumbling, but it was of no avail.

When he was pulled out in the morning, his wrist was broken.

Gong'e, who was doing rough work, looked contemptuous and did not want to look at him, so she quickly left the barren yard, his wide eyes gradually lost focus, and he lost consciousness again.

After a few days, Song Hui'an woke up.

He was in a coma for several days, and he didn't know whether he was awakened by the cry of the life-guarding ghost boy, or by the burning pain on his back.

He struggled to open his red and swollen eyes, what he saw was very blurry, but his mind was unusually clear.

He lay down on the cold and rough ground in late autumn, which was his own yard.Not far away, there is fire.

A man in a dragon robe sits by the fire, using long copper tongs to fiddle with the glowing charcoal in the basin.

There was a rustling sound from the corner, he looked there, saw his eyes were clear, and knew that it was rare for him to wake up once.

Song Hui'an subconsciously shrank towards the corner of the wall trembling, causing his ankle chains to clank.

"The last time you were sober, it was summer," Song Huiming said leisurely, "Let's catch up on the past, huh?"

Song Hui'an's hairs stood on end, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Don't come here, don't come here! Just kill me, don't come here..."

Song Huiming shook his head, picked up a piece of charcoal and walked in front of him.

He was shrouded in the man's shadow, and the charcoal with gray skin and red core wafted steaming hot air, heating the air in front of him.

"No!"

"You stabbed me in the neck last time, and I haven't asked you for debt yet. I'll give you a chance to serve my husband well, and my husband won't punish you this time."

"Don't!" he shouted, "I don't want to be sent to others, Israel is a thief, you kill me, let me reunite with my mother, you kill me! Ah——!"

There was a sizzling sound from his collarbone, and his skin was torn apart.

Song Huiming's eyes were cold, and the charcoal burned his body to pieces, except for his distorted face, which was crying and screaming, intact.

"Woo... help, it hurts..."

"Miss your brother? Be good."

The beauty's pale face lost some blood.

Qi'er...Qi'er is still in Song Huiming's hands. He doesn't regret his death, but he doesn't want to hurt his younger brother who he watched and grew up with.

"For Qi'er, Ah Zhu has to be obedient and try to be sober." The man held his face in his warm hands, "Come on, call your husband to make him happy."

The little ghost kept screaming.His eyes were covered with blood, and he could barely open them.There are flames and smoke not far away.

"Climb forward quickly," the man's nasty laughter came from above his head, "If Azhu can climb to the other end, I will send Qi'er to see you."

His bruised and bruised body immediately struggled to crawl forward. Song Huiming poured salt water on his bruised back, and when he stopped moving, he poured another basin.

It was so painful that he couldn't make a sound, his bloody corpse crawled over the scorched rough stones, and crawled towards the flames ahead.The stone scalded his flesh, half of his body was almost cooked, his palm fell off, and the blood-stained white bones were exposed.

Song Huiming threw a stone at his head.

"Don't stand up, don't be afraid, if you can't die, the flesh can grow back, but if you make me unhappy, you may not be able to see your precious brother, huh?"

Brother...he wants to see Brother.

Song Huiming is crazy, if he doesn't follow his will, what will my brother do?

He held his breath for his younger brother, and now he would be tortured by Song Huiming and go crazy.

He groaned endlessly in his heart, seeing the huge fire pit lit in front of his face, flinched twice, and crawled in.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, as long as it's for Qi'er and for his younger brother not to be persecuted by that lunatic, he will do anything.It's just a fire, don't be afraid, don't be afraid...

He howled silently, and was burned into a scorched corpse, but his consciousness was still awake.The imp was especially excited, crawling among his bones, and black smoke rose from the flames.

In the middle of winter, a child was sent to his door.

He had accidentally knocked over Song Huiming's tea before, but Song Huiming was merciful and didn't cut him into pieces, but blinded him with an acupuncture needle. He is still blind now, and he was overjoyed when he heard the palace man say that the "little master" had arrived. , Holding on to the wall, he touched and ran, and hugged the child.

The heavy snow of goose feathers was frosting his eyebrows, the child was wearing a thick cloak, and his hands were cold.

Qi'er lost a lot of weight, and he looked light in such thick clothes. His heart ached so much that he held the child's hand and rubbed it on his blood-stained chest.

"My brother is good. With my brother here, I will be fine. I haven't seen my brother for a long time. Let me give you a hug."

The child kept silent, he was afraid that he was frightened by himself, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay, we will always be together from now on, brother protects brother, ah, be good, talk to brother... ..."

He touched the child's small face.

"Brother's good brother is getting more and more handsome, come, come to brother, brother has prepared porridge for you..."

Song Huiming sat in the distance, watching him show courtesy to his younger brother with a half-smile.

"Brother, drink it." In the airy room, the blind man was holding the leftover porridge, "Come on, it's still hot. It's rice. Brother left it for you."

The child took the porridge silently, took two sips and then vomited profusely.

How can people drink sour porridge?

Song Hui'an was afraid that he would stain his clothes, so he hurriedly reached out to wipe the porridge from the corner of his mouth, but the child stepped back, leaving him in vain.

The blind man didn't realize it at all, felt guilty, and still forced a smile and said: "It's brother, you have nothing good, be good, don't you remember that brother told you to keep warm before, and brother prepared a warm bedding for you, come on, Come to brother, it's dark outside, let's sleep, don't be afraid of the cold, brother will hug you to sleep."

There is a broken couch in his bedroom, which was bought by fighting hard to curry favor with Song Huiming.Hugging his younger brother, he smiled.

Song Huiming promised him that he would not disturb the reunion of their brothers.

He was weak due to the cold, and he didn't dare to let his younger brother suffer from the cold. The brocade in the house was wrapped in tattered wadding on his younger brother, his teeth chattered from the cold, and his whole body turned blue.

As long as he is good for his brother, he can do anything.

He rarely sleeps until he wakes up naturally.

When he woke up, he felt a pair of familiar big hands.

He lost all sleepiness immediately, his lips trembling: "Qi'er is still here, you promised me, you, you go...don't let him see..."

Song Huiming sneered: "Touch it again."

Song Hui'an was shocked and sat up quickly. He was the only one left on the bed, so he fell out of bed and crawled around.

"Brother, Qi'er! Come out, come out! It's cold outside, come to brother!"

"Don't be naughty, come to brother, come to brother!"

He endured the sharp pain in his leg and was out of breath.

Frightened, he heard Song Huiming say: "Qi'er ran out by himself in the middle of the night, and asked the palace servants to send him back."

"……where to?"

"Go back to the fief."

Song Hui'an was silent for two seconds, then said sharply: "You lied!!!"

"Why should I lie to you? You are in a miserable state now, and you still think of yourself as the old prince? Keeping a bowl of rotten porridge as a treasure has already scared Qi'er away."

"You lied to me!"

He rushed forward, hugged his leg and cried loudly: "You must have taken Qi'erqiang away. I, I, I endured the humiliation for more than a month and let you bully me. Did I make you feel uncomfortable by serving me? You are like this Lie to me, give him back to me, give him back to me! Liar!"

"Why did I lie to you? Qi'er is my own younger brother. I can't let him be forced to live in a broken house with a smelly lunatic. He left voluntarily and told me that he never wants to go back to Beijing."

[The author has something to say: About Song Huiming:

Because of the evil in Quanying’s divinity, he acted very extreme, which led to the violent behavior in these chapters. Normal love affairs are equal and gentle. The sand sculpture author did not whitewash the coercive behavior and domestic violence. oh:)

The desire to survive is very strong]