debt repayment

His eyes widened in silence, and then he pounced on him. For several years, Song Huiming had never seen him so desperate.

"You lied to me!!!"

"Azhu still doesn't understand? Except for me, no one will really care about you. Don't cry, be good. I will find an imperial doctor to heal your eyes quickly, and I won't beat you anymore. Be good."

"Bastard, you might as well kill me!" He was stabbed in the sore spot, his chest relieved the pain, and he roared loudly, "Kill me, kill me, I don't care that you play with me, you kill me!"

Song Huiming snorted softly and pushed him to the ground.

"I said before, you can only be my Azhu forever, and my husband always keeps what he says."

Hearing the coldness in his words, Song Hui'an shivered and screamed, "Don't come here, don't come here!"

"Bring my knife!"

While sobbing, he heard the man say loudly: "I'm going to cut until this bitch is obedient."

He lay in the snow for several days, his blood froze to ice, only then did the palace think of him, hurriedly picked him up in several pieces, and carried him to the court warlock.

Candles were lit in the temple, and his consciousness came back with temperature.

His head was placed on a silver platter, and the Warlock was stitching up his neatly cut body.

"Is there a piece missing from the stomach?"

"Well, the snow has melted, and the meat is either rotten or eaten by the cat. Let him grow well."

Except for his hands, feet and head, Song Huiming chopped him down until he had no human form. He was extremely cruel.Warlocks are used to this, occasionally joking, as if they were dealing with dead objects.

Yes, he should have died long ago.

He couldn't speak, and closed his eyes silently in despair.

Whether it is life or death, he really wants to be a human being.

The mended bird's madness is even worse than before.

He dragged his remnant body and slammed it against the wall and the door. He was disheveled, slurred his speech, and screamed shrilly, still yelling, "I am the prince, give me back brother."The palace man threw him a few rare steamed buns with thin noodles, and he moved over, gobbled them up, and scolded them as bad food, telling the dog slave to serve the good food quickly.

Song Huiming heard about it and gave him several more beatings. The lunatic who was often starved and skinny gradually woke up from the prince's dream. He was no different from the wild cats who had been beaten all over the road. very.

In early spring, Song Hui'an was locked in the dilapidated courtyard in the west of the palace, making himself foolish.

Song Huiming ignored him for a long time, and the palace servants also neglected him, knowing that he would not die, so they didn't even give him food.One day when Song Huiming finished his government affairs, the eunuch washed Song Hui'an and sent him to bed. The eunuch who went to pick him up saw him buried his whole head in the slop bucket that fed him, motionless, and he didn't know how long ago he did it. It's over.

When the palace man dragged him out of the bucket, his head was frozen with red and white grease.

Song Hui'an's brain was probably full of oil and water, and when he woke up again, he forgot everything, and could only use his body to recall Song Huiming's fear that made him tremble.

He was actually wrapped in a warm and soft quilt and lay on the dragon bed.

He knew where he was, and was so terrified that he burst into tears.

A violent man had never been so kind to him.He knew that he was not quite normal now, his memory was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, he often couldn't tell whether he was dead or alive, and who he was.

He only knew that men probably hated him to the bone.

He moved his hands and feet.

Dislocated joints, broken bones, and fuzzy flesh and blood have all been restored.

The palace people raised the curtain, and Song Huiming came.

He lay on the bed, staring blankly at him approaching.The candlelight shone on Song Huiming's face, allowing him to see his gloomy expression.

"woke up?"

nod.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

nod.

"Do you know what you did wrong?"

Still nodding.

"Tell me."

"...I've offended my husband."

Song Huiming raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said again: "Who am I?"

"Yes, it's my husband."

He said dryly, subconsciously.

Song Huiming was startled, and pulled him up. He screamed out in shock and hugged his head tremblingly.

"Don't hit me, husband don't hit me!"

"Your name is my husband? Who are you?"

"It's my husband's concubine, no, yes, it's my husband's dog..."

"Do you remember your name?"

His face froze, he tried his best to think for a moment, peeked at the man, saw his disappointed expression, and hurriedly shouted: "Forgot, I forgot, help me, husband, don't beat me, I forgot..."

Song Huiming pondered for a moment, then said, "Where's Qi'er?"

Very familiar name.

He burst into tears: "Who?"

Qi'er Yes, who got up and told him?Maybe if he remembered, he wouldn't be beaten.

He had a splitting headache and was shaking.

I can't remember, who is Qi'er?Who is he?

Except for the man, he couldn't think of anyone else, and the faces of the rest of the people in his incomplete memory were blurred, like ghosts.

"Don't hit me, husband, don't hit me..."

Unexpectedly, the man didn't move.

He tremblingly met the man's eyes.

His husband was extremely handsome, and the cruelty in his eyes had also changed into something else.

"You really don't remember anything?"

He didn't even dare to tremble unnecessarily, only the eyes of the bony beauty seemed to remain unshrunk, with pupils full of autumn water, looking at him wanting to cry without tears.

He was crying so hard, still shaking his head in a daze.

Obedient because of ignorance, distorted because of obedience.

Beautiful women are like the sun and the moon, unparalleled in the world.Song Huiming couldn't get a docile and charming wife that he was willing to do, so he simply ruined his image, long ago he didn't expect him to serve him as docile and pleasant as he imagined, even his wife who was cute and cute, duplicity and clinging to him back then All gone.

He had given up his mind at first, but now seeing that he had completely forgotten his past, he couldn't help but be happy.

Today's beauty is a submissive and docile jade in the rough. He carves it carefully, even if it is the second best, it is better than nothing.

"Remember, your name is Azhu."

As Song Huiming said, he took his hand, rubbed his cold and red palm, and said softly to him: "Ah Zhu doesn't need to do anything, just serve her husband obediently. What does your husband ask, Azhu answer What, Husband is sleepy, so Azhu will accompany him to sleep. Does Azhu want anything?"

He said softly, "I want to eat something soft."

Song Huiming laughed lightly and hugged him.

"What's so difficult about this? Ah Zhu is obedient, if you want mountains of gold and silver, your husband will give it to Ah Zhu."

But he panicked and said: "A Zhu just wants to eat delicious food."

Seeing his eyes wide open, Song Huiming was in a good mood and said with a smile: "Okay, good, just be good, Azhu."

Song Huiming was not happy for a few days, and the idiot got sick and had a fever for some reason, and none of the palace people dared to neglect him.

He was so hot that he was sweating, and his pale and haggard face was still tinged with wet redness.

Half asleep and half awake, he thought vaguely that in the countless days and nights before, he could only barely survive the night with the wet and cold straw in the corner of the wall stained with rat droppings.

The little ghost was jumping and jumping on him, chirping, and he wanted to get rid of it but couldn't.The handsome man got closer to him, and some vague and fragmented images emerged in his memory.

The viewing angles are weird.

His husband was face-to-face with someone, and the husband smiled softly like a spring breeze, whispering to him, then raised his hand to wipe the things under the corners of his eyes.

The owner of these eyes was extremely arrogant, not afraid of him at all, he stretched out his hand to pull the husband's hair while laughing and cursing, the husband was pushed down on the bed with a smile, raised his hand and hugged the man's head, intimately.

It's so strange, whose memory is this?It is definitely not his, the husband is his residence from the beginning to the end, even if he is pulling him to have fun, he rarely looks at him directly and insults him endlessly.Now when he wakes up, his husband treats him well, he only feels that he is in a dream.

After all, before that, he only had three senses: hunger, pain, and cold.

Oops, it really made him curious, who is the person who is so close to the husband.

Who is it?

He didn't even dare to be envious.

The palace people could tell that His Majesty was in a very good mood recently and showed great kindness. He not only let Que'er live in the imperial bedroom, but also stopped the daily domestication and kept him well-clothed and well-fed.

Que'er's intestines and stomach were broken early, and she couldn't get used to the good stuff. She vomited for a long time, and was sick. She was hugged and raised by His Majesty, and her complexion gradually improved, with a clear smile, docile and loving.

Let's talk about the violent death of the first emperor. Song Huiming had just ascended the throne for a few years, and he filled the harem to reproduce.From the perspective of the court, because the new king treats others generously and breaks new ground, he has no demands on his private life.

Therefore, Song Huiming's harem has more of his personal preferences - men.

A legitimate male concubine is no different from a female in the palace.Song Huiming brought the flowers and willows in the backyard when he was still King Jian into the palace. When it comes to these old people, Mr. Bi is the most favored.

Mr. Bi is gentle and kind, although he is barren, he has a close relationship with the queen, he can speak well, and is quite loved by His Majesty.

That's why such a concubine does not fight or grab, and she is highly respected in the harem.

Everyone in the palace knows that His Majesty's new beauty is hidden in the golden house.On this day, a new concubine came to Bi Gong's womb, this ten-year-old girl probably went to the queen crying shamelessly, and came to complain to him.

"Brother Bi," the girl wore heavy make-up, the most gorgeous and charming, and cried like a pear blossom, "Your Majesty has not come to sit in the palace of the sisters recently, and my sister feels wronged. I wonder if Brother Bi is better here?"

Cheng Bi took a sip of tea and said lightly, "Your Majesty is busy, so of course he takes care of the harem."

"However, His Majesty is the only one who favors only one person. He hasn't spent the night in the palace of the younger sisters for more than a month. If the enchanting concubine is proud of being favored, how will the younger sisters live! Brother Bi, my younger sister knows that you have a good relationship with the empress, you go and talk to the empress." The empress said, to persuade the emperor, this matter in the harem must be covered by rain and dew."

"Which noble person is favored by His Majesty alone?"

"Ah, the demon concubine lives in His Majesty's bedroom, how can my sister see her face? But she has lived in the emperor's place for several days. When the news spread, the scholars and bureaucrats talked a lot. What's the face of Your Majesty?"

"Who dares to speak falsely about His Majesty?"

Cheng Bi frowned.

"My sister has made a slip of the tongue. Don't gossip about the empress. There are many people in the palace. If you are so rude, you may be sued by someone and talk about your majesty, but you will..."