you're done

"cough……"

"Cough...cough cough cough...water..."

Luo Shiwei gradually woke up from his chaotic consciousness, and an uncontrollable itchiness overflowed from his throat. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was surprised that his voice was hoarse and indistinct.

"Rebel!"

A roar of thunder sounded, accompanied by the sound of braids, and they were violently drawn down.

Luo Shiwei only felt a chill on his back, followed by a burning pain. He suddenly opened his eyes, and faced a fierce face, he immediately "hissed".

This...who? !It's okay to be beaten up as soon as you come up!

In the quaint courtyard, a middle-aged man was dressed in a purple court dress, with a mighty aura. He was holding a long whip, a drop of blood dripped down the whip, and disappeared into the soil.

The man was still angry, and was still yelling: "Nizi! It's fine if you don't learn all day long, but you still make such a big child outside, ruining the family tradition, shameless!"

The woman next to her was crying so hard that she rushed forward upon hearing the words: "Master, Zhiwei's health is not good, if you keep beating him, he will die!"

"Get out of the way, I want to eliminate harm for the people today!"

The man pushed his wife away, and then savagely whipped her off again.

Accompanied by the sound of whips in the air, when it fell, it was tightly held by a pair of slender and pale hands.

Luo Shiwei tightly held the black whip in his hand, he raised his head, his face was pale from the pain, his dark eyes swept around calmly.

The servant girl who stood far away for fear of being affected, the woman who was supported by the girl was still crying, and the boy in sackcloth stood beside him with a calm face, and there seemed to be a faint sarcasm in his eyes, and finally...

In the end, the man holding the face is going crazy, and it seems to be the existence of the feudal father of this body.

"my child?"

Luo Shiwei opened his mouth slowly, trying to pull away the hoarse voice, he tried to look through everything in the original body, but there was no record of the child, and suddenly smiled silently: "Why, I am happy to be a father. "

The old man was furious, pointed at Luo Shiwei, and said to his wife: "Look, the good son you have taught has made the girl's belly big. The child is seven years old, and now he doesn't admit it when he comes to the door! He is not responsible at all!" No, you deserve to be my Luo family!"

The woman was still crying, and she said as she cried: "Zhiwei, that's Niang Yun's child. Didn't you always say you wanted to redeem her and bring her in? If I had known she was pregnant with your child, why would I not?" I have to promise to come down!"

The girl next to her also had a sad look: "Brother, you are so unlucky, Yun Niang and you swore each other forever, and you fell in love with other women when you turned around, causing Yun Niang to live on the street and barely make a living while pregnant with your child. She died, but finally she sent your son here!"

A group of people, you sing me and me, Luo Shiwei's head hurts when he hears it.

He raised his hand and rubbed the space between his brows, probably understanding his current state.

His current body is also called Luo Zhiwei, he is the son of the imperial censor, he was weak and sick since he was a child, but it didn't affect his romantic nature at all.

Hmm... that's called the pursuit of beauty.

The maids in the original house are all stunning beauties, and they spend a lot of money in the brothel Chuguan when they go out. He likes a person who will treat her extremely well, but if a new beauty appears, the previous one will be ruthlessly abandoned immediately.

Yun Niang is one of them.

The former vows of eternal love, in the end, even a small corner of the memory is blurred.

What a romantic scumbag!

But... Luo Zhiwei's expression gradually became weird, and he murmured in a low voice: "The vows are true, but [I] don't seem to have touched her..."

To be precise, the original body seems to be romantic, but he is still a virgin so far!

"Luo Zhiwei, you dare to do it but dare not admit it!"

The censor roared loudly, and then he lashed out with a whip: "My Luo family doesn't have such an irresponsible scum like you!"

Luo Shiwei was caught off guard by another whip, and his vision went dark in pain. He grabbed the ground with one hand, and felt his throat was sweet, and then a stream of blood spurted out from his mouth.

"He vomited, vomited blood! Call the doctor!" A panicked voice sounded.

Luo Shiwei lifted it up and waved it, his voice hoarse and gloomy: "No need."

He took a deep breath and could even feel the pain in his chest, but he stood up on the stone table indifferently, wiped the blood stains from the corner of his lips, looked at the man in front of him coldly, and said, "It seems that my explanation It's useless, you have to identify this child, don't you?"

Yu Shi frowned and looked at his son's pale face, seemingly worried, but when he heard his doubts, he still said angrily: "He is not your child, but he can still come to you and call you, and he still holds your token in his hand." ?”

"Okay, that's mine."

Luo Shi smiled, and actually recognized it frankly. His cheerful eyebrows instantly made his pale face come alive.

what?

Everyone looked at him in surprise, as if they didn't expect that he was so repulsive and refused to admit that he was beaten to death, so why did he suddenly admit it again.

Luo Shiwei had already walked in front of the boy.

The boy was dressed in coarse linen, but he didn't look pitiful at all. His handsome eyebrows and eyes were slowly opened, and a pair of dark pupils looked at Luo Shiwei quietly, without any surprise or panic, without waves.

Young, but unusually calm.

No... More than that, Luo Shiwei even once caught a faint mockery from his emotions, as if laughing at his embarrassed appearance.

But when they looked at each other, all the boy's emotions disappeared.

The corners of Luo Zhiwei's lips twitched upwards: "I didn't expect that I would like to be a father, my son, right? How old are you?"

"Seven years old." The boy replied indifferently.

Father Yu Shi was still reprimanding him heartbroken: "For seven whole years, you have ignored their mother and child!"

"It's not that I don't know. Now that I know, of course I have to fulfill my duty as a father."

Luo Zhiwei's voice sounded slow, without any sincerity, and just when the censor was about to get angry again, the young man shot suddenly.

"Luo Zhiwei, what are you doing!" Several exclamations sounded in the courtyard at the same time.

Everyone watched helplessly as the sickly young man strangled the boy's neck vigorously, lifted him up roughly, and made a gesture of throwing him out.

The boy's calm expression could no longer be maintained, his face turned blue and purple, and he was struggling desperately, but he had no power to resist under the rough strength of the adults.

Luo Shiwei turned his back to the crowd, his white shirt was stained red with blood, he turned his head slowly, a sneering arc slowly appeared on his pale face, and said lightly: "What are you doing? Of course I came to feel What a joy to be a father."

"Since you all say this is my son, then if the father wants the son to die, it is not filial to not die!"

There was a smile on the corner of his lips, his tone was so cold, and he made a throwing motion immediately after.

Suddenly screaming again and again.

"Shiwei, don't do it!" Yu Shi finally couldn't maintain his father's majesty, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he jumped forward in panic, as if something big and catastrophic was about to happen.

The child was not smashed against the tree, but thrown into his arms.

Luo Shiwei casually patted his red palm, ignoring the slender wrist that was about to break, he bent his lips and smiled, accompanied by a low cough, it was endless ridicule: "Before you touch porcelain, at least you have to choose the one who has been taken advantage of." ,Father."

After he finished speaking, he didn't even look at the flesh and blood that was being protected by the censor, and walked lightly and sleepwalking towards his bedroom, and there was another panic behind him.

"Master! Master, is the child alright?"

"It's okay, I didn't fall." Yu Shi's expression was a little gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "I just didn't expect him to be so stubborn."

The boy rubbed his red neck, his voice was a little hoarse, but he had a calm and sharp voice that didn't suit his age: "He really wanted to kill me, and what happened today didn't work out, it will spread soon..."

The censor glanced at the servants in the distance and the high city wall, and his expression gradually became ugly.

If Dongchang fanzi receives the news, it will be troublesome!

As soon as Luo Shiwei returned to the room, he lay down on the bed.

He stared, even breathing weakly, he didn't look domineering and cold to the crowd at all, instead he grunted like a little sheep.

"Brother, you are really going too far. I will be whipped as soon as I come. Don't you know how to warn with high energy???"

[There is no such function. 】

The system said: [I guessed that you would fight back to vent your anger, but I didn't expect that you would attack that child. 】

Luo Shi sneered slightly: "Damn child, look at Yuanshen's wonderful family, everyone is talking about money, forcing him to recognize this child. This kind of scene is really weird. If I notice again If it doesn’t come out, that child has a problem, so how stupid is he?”

His younger sister may not know it, but the parents are definitely acting together.

Even the seven-year-old boy knew the truth.

Only he, the client, was beaten and kept in the dark. Can Luo Shiwei bear this tone?Just kidding!

"What is the plot of the novel in this world?"

[This is the real history of a certain plane, not a novel. 】

The system seemed to be about to tell the story, but the door of the bedroom was pushed open, and then the original mother, Mrs. Luo, walked in with the wound medicine.

She looked at her son's back with concern, and asked distressedly: "Shiwei, does it hurt? You said you, why do you insist on fighting with your father, eh, mother will give you medicine right now!"

"Just state your purpose."

Luo Shiwei lay lazily on the bed, and said: "Let the two outside come in, and tell me, what is the origin of this little brat. It is the child of my father and the noble concubine in the palace. I want to record it under my name." , or my mother and the emperor?"

"Bullshit!"

Accompanied by a roar, Yu Shi Dad came in aggressively from outside.

He seemed to want to reprimand, but when he touched Luo Shiwei's calm gaze, as if thinking of something, his voice stopped suddenly.

Luo Zhi said in a mild manner: "You can think about it clearly, how you treat me, I will treat you as a sweetheart."

The couple choked.

Their son used to be a bastard, but now he seems to have become a hob meat?

After a long time, Yu Shi finally sighed and said, "Father knows, this child is not yours."

Luo Zhi sneered slightly.

nonsense.

Isn't this something everyone knows well?

He was very curious about who this kid was. After all, in Yuanshen's memory, the parents were obedient to him, but after the kid came, he insisted on relying on his name.

The original body naturally refused to admit the insult, but under his father's whip, he was so angry that he died of anger.

Could it be that the villain boss of this world is this little brat who knows sorcery and can confuse other people's minds?

"Don't be hostile to him."

The censor came to his side, lowered his voice cautiously, and said, "Shiwei, he is the thirteenth prince of the late emperor, and one of the few remaining bloodlines of the late emperor in this world. Being a father is to let him stay in the rightful place. , I have to..."

"Son of the late emperor?"

Luo Zhiwei showed a strange face, and said, "Old man, do you want to keep his blood to coerce the emperor to make the princes?"

Yu Shi jumped angrily, and shouted in a low voice: "Nonsense!"

"In today's world, eunuchs are in power, and the power of the governor of the East Factory is in the hands of the people, and the government is full of turmoil. Your majesty is just a puppet in his hands. If it doesn't work, you can kill it and replace it at any time!

Take a look, son, the blood left by the late emperor has now been killed in sevens and eighties, except for the one above the high hall, now only the thirteenth prince who was hidden by our old officials remains. "

He sighed and said: "The thirteen princes were originally raised in Chengzhou, but it seemed that the news leaked not long ago, and they were targeted by Dongchang Fanzi, so we had to move our position.

Now, if you want to keep someone safe under your nose, you can only put him in your name! "

Luo Shiwei ruthlessly poked through his cryptic modifier: "So you and your husband had a show of touching porcelain, and if I don't admit it, I'll beat you to death, right?"

The censor is speechless.

Mrs. Luo covered her face and wept: "I just said, it's better to make an agreement with Shiwei in advance, you insist on acting without telling him, if something happens to my son, I will go with him!"

Luo Shiwei was expressionless: "You don't need to sing bad faces anymore."

The madam cried out.

As expected of a loyal and loyal husband and wife, the two of them really did everything in order to preserve the last trace of the late emperor's blood.

The atmosphere in the room gradually fell silent.

The imperial censor became more and more anxious: "Shiwei, Dongchang is pervasive. There must be people in the mansion. Everything that happened in the courtyard must have been spread. Maybe Jinyiwei will come to arrest people in less than a stick of incense!"

"This is not your time to be willful."

He grabbed his son's hand and said solemnly: "Over the years, Jinyiwei has become more and more presumptuous under the control of the eunuch party. They have never handled cases without the approval of the Ministry of Punishment, and they don't need evidence to arrest people. Suspect, then..."

"Then it's not sure, we'll just ransack the house!"

Luo Shiwei has also slowly learned about the original body's memory in the gaps of the chat.

Dongchang refers to the Dongji Incident Factory, the spy agency of the dynasty, which was subordinate to the Emperor Zhida Tianting, and could handle cases without the approval of the judiciary.

It has been notorious since its establishment, and it belongs to the dangerous existence that just mentioning the name can stop children crying at night, and the whole country will be silent.

After the return of the main governor building, also known as Nine Thousand Years, after the death of the old emperor, he single-handedly controlled the government and supported the little prince to take the throne. If he is disobedient, he will be killed and replaced.

Now, this world is nothing more than his words.

It is said that he is very beautiful in appearance, but he has a perverse and cruel personality, arrogant and domineering, and his cruelty is chilling.

It is said that civil servants wish to remonstrate with death, and their death can be remembered in history, but after returning to power in the building these years, no matter how hard-tempered the censor is, he has to put his tail between his legs.

Because the last imperial censor who was admonishing him did not die, but Lou Jihui held his hands with a smile, forced him, and killed his nine clans one by one.

The nine clans all died at the hands of Yushi himself.

Thinking about that picture now, it makes Luo Yushi's scalp tingle.

He was so loyal that he could even hide the last trace of the late emperor's blood, but he didn't dare to confront that Rakshasa from hell.

Yu Shi's voice was trembling: "Son, the matter has come to this point, but the lives of our whole family are at stake, you can't let yourself be willful!"

Luo Shi sneered slightly: "Father, why didn't you ever think about the matter of driving ducks to the shelves to touch porcelain? This will kill the ten clans."

He looked, still unmoved.

Yu Shi's complexion gradually turned gray.

"I'll talk to him."

The thirteenth prince who was standing at the door came in. There was still a circle of bloodstains left by Luo Shiwei on his neck, his face was calm, and he walked towards Luo Shiwei step by step.

The young man propped his chin, looked at him with disinterest, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You want to be my son?"

"Yes, I need your protection." The boy said calmly, even at this time, he still retained the pride of belonging to the royal family.

Luo Shi clicked his tongue slightly: "When I was whipped, I saw you smiling."

"..."

The thirteenth prince was silent for a moment, slowly clenched his hands into fists, and he said with restraint: "Yes, I didn't see the situation clearly, and I foolishly thought that I could force you to submit in this way, I was wrong."

He still looks immature, at such a young age, but has the acuity and wisdom that many adults do not have, and negotiates with an equal attitude:

"I need the Luo family's help. If you are willing to protect me, when I become an adult, take back my throne from the eunuchs. Luo Yushi will be the prime minister!"

With such a mind at such a young age, one can imagine what kind of demeanor he will be when he grows up.

This is a born emperor embryo.

For a moment, Yu Shi couldn't help being moved.

Luo Shiwei didn't show any expression, he asked curiously, "How old are you really?"

"Ten years old."

Three years older than on the surface.

Because the first emperor died ten years ago, he had to stagger that age to be safe.

"Ten years old, that's all he can do."

Luo Shiwei muttered something, but he didn't show any emotion. He casually pointed to the golden cream in his mother's hand, and said, "Come, give me the medicine."

"Shiwei!" Yu Shi showed disapproval.

To embarrass the thirteenth prince like this, his son is really too presumptuous!

But this ten-year-old child knows more about current affairs than he does.

At least, he knew that the fate of the Luo family, as well as his own, was in Luo Shiwei's mind.

This is no longer the sick guy who can be manipulated by everyone and forced to submit with a whip!

The thirteenth prince lowered his eyes and said, "Okay."

He took the wound medicine, and carefully helped Luo Zhiwei smear the wound on his back, obediently and meticulously, without any intention of venting his anger.

He pursed his lips, his lowered eyes flickered with a dim light, and slowly suppressed all his emotions.

Endure, he just wants to endure now.

If he couldn't even accept these contempt and humiliation, why would he defeat Lou Jihui and regain the throne in the future?

Luo Shiwei lay on the bed, feeling the burning pain dispelled by the cold wound medicine, with his eyes half-opened and half-closed, he asked, "What's your name?"

The voice of the thirteenth prince slowly lowered, a little hoarse: "Father named me, Cheng Zhao."

"Then if I were your father, I would definitely have to change my name. From now on, your name will be Luo Mang, because I like to eat mangoes." Luo Shiwei said casually.

He was deliberately killing his spirit.

Click.

The little boy almost crushed the medicine bottle in his hand, he ground his teeth vigorously, and said in a calm and obedient voice, "Okay, father."

"Ah."

Luo Shi suppressed a slight smile and continued to tease him: "Then after you ascend the throne, you still have to respect me as the Supreme Emperor, do you understand?"

Luo Mang took a deep breath, and his voice slowly slowed down: "I know."

At this moment, there was a sudden noise, and with the screams of the servants, a group of people broke in.

"who?"

"Master, it's too bad, it's Jin Yiwei!"

Everyone's face changed suddenly.

The censor's face was pale, but he tried his best to calm down his emotions, pretending to be nonchalant, and while walking outside, he yelled majestically: "Bold! What about Jin Yiwei, who broke into the censor's mansion for no reason, even if he arrived Nine thousand years old, I also..."

He walked out, his voice stopped abruptly, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

Luo Zhi turned his head curiously, but saw a pair of black-bottomed gold-embroidered boots walking into the outer room unhurriedly. Before he saw anyone, he heard a lazy voice casually say:

"Luo Yushi, I heard that your son is happy to have Lin'er, and he is seven years old before raising him. I am here to congratulate such a good thing."

Xi Delin'er is seven years old without raising him.

There was also a subtle mocking smile in this tone, with a natural contemptuous breath, one could guess without much thought, that the person who came must be the main building of the Dongchang Governor who has power over the government and the public.

Luo Shiwei, who likes to be a father, took a deep breath, and already wanted to hit someone before seeing the villain boss.