Cannon fodder's self-cultivation

That day when he was playing cricket fight in the garden at home, the mother at home pulled him up from the ground, hurriedly put on formal clothes, told him that the regent wanted to see him while changing clothes, and then kept whispering in his ears Talking about what to do when meeting the regent, what to call and how to salute, what to say and what not to say, it seems that if you can't say a word, you will lose your head, not only yourself, but also the entire Qian family.

Regent?

He sketched in his mind the image of a ferocious middle-aged man with a pot belly, full of fear for the person he was about to meet.

He lowered his head and knelt at the man's feet without daring to come out, for fear that the terrifying regent would suddenly drag him out and chop him up.

When he was extremely nervous, a beautiful hand stretched out and lifted his face up. The moment he lifted his face up, he was stunned - this is... the regent?

The man in front of him has a face like a crown jade and exquisite features, he is even more beautiful than the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Xu knows that his appearance is too soft and beautiful, if he smiles, he will have a wicked look, so the man's eyes are always It is indifferent, like the ice and snow on Qiongding Mountain that have not melted for thousands of years.

He heard the beautiful man ask him, "What's your name." His voice was shrill but slightly hoarse.

"Qian Ming." He replied blankly, like a mortal who was bewitched by a mountain spirit, and his heart and eyes were full of that man's beauty.

"How old."

"Seven years old."

"Do you want to go to the palace?"

If I enter the palace, will I be able to see him every day?He looked at the man's face and nodded, "Think."

On the second day, his father took him with him when he went to court, and asked him to sit in the side hall of Xuanyuan Hall and wait for the court meeting to end. Sitting inside, he was so nervous that he dared not move. With a loud voice, he quietly touched the door of the side hall, and secretly observed the situation in Xuanyuan Hall through the crack of the door.

I saw that man wearing a gorgeous court dress, standing in front of the courtiers and talking, all the courtiers below lowered their heads and dared not look at him.He only felt that the man in court uniform was even more beautiful, he was so beautiful, so soft, and like a woman, but when he pointed out the country, he was so domineering and mighty, standing among the officials, he was naturally domineering and domineering without anger.

At that time, he felt that the man was so perfect that he was like a god, and that even a little closeness would be a blasphemy to him.

When the court was going down, the man came to the side hall. He felt the temperature of the man's hand on top of his head and the palm of his hand in a daze. He heard him ask him, "Have you been waiting for a long time? Are you bored?"

I'm not bored at all if I can keep looking at you, he shook his head, "Not boring."

Then the man led him towards the deep palace. Along the way, he was not interested in the gorgeous carved beams and painted buildings around him, but just kept staring at the man's back in fine clothes.

They encountered an accident on the way to the East Palace, the young little emperor fell from the tree, the man reached out to catch the little emperor, and then he saw the man turn pale instantly.The little emperor unconsciously inserted the crabapple in his hand into the man's temple, the flowers and beauties echoed each other, and the man's pale face was extremely glamorous at that moment.

He couldn't forget the man's pale and beautiful face. When he learned that the little emperor was going to visit the man's mansion, he gave up the chance to go home once a month and went to the Regent's mansion with the little emperor.

When he saw the little emperor who entered the door before them lying beside the man, and the man closed his eyes so quietly, he felt that he was jealous of the little emperor. Touch the man's jade-like face.

That night, lying on the bed, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, when he heard a slight noise outside, he stood by the window and peeked, and found that it was the dark-skinned servant next to the man, carrying water into the man's bedroom.A terrifying yet exciting thought swept over him, he quietly opened the door and walked towards the man's dormitory, but he did not expect that when passing by the little emperor's room, he would meet the little emperor who was about to give birth.

Reluctantly leading the little emperor, he avoided the patrolling guards all the way, touched under the window of the man's bedroom, and looked inside through the window paper. Sure enough, the man inside was taking a bath.Under the beating candlelight, the man's wet hair fell down and sprinkled on his body as smooth as jade. He never knew that a man could have such a delicate and beautiful body, just like a seductive ghost, just looking at him, It can kill people.

From then on, no matter men or women, they couldn't get into his eyes.

The man is like the bright moon in the bright night sky, which he can only look up to forever, and he can't even touch it a little.He felt that he had become obsessed, and began to search in the sensual field, looking for faces similar to men.He especially likes the kind of men who look extremely feminine and look like women, and he likes to fold them on the bed until they are pale and dying, and then he will put bright red begonias in their hair, just like men did back then.

But after he did this, when those people were groaning/groaning under him, he began to hate these people again, these people are not him, these people will only tarnish the gods in his heart, His god would not groan like this, would not twist his waist to please him, and would not have sex under a man for money.

His god is noble, pure, and indifferent, nothing in this world can enter his eyes, how can his god be confused with these lowly people!

So he was extremely resentful and would uncontrollably kill these people on the bed. Every time he looked at the bruised corpse on the bed, he felt that he was crazy.

He must be crazy, how could he fall in love with a man if he wasn't crazy, how could he fall in love with the regent of Dongli, who he would never get in his life.

Finally, when he killed his bed partner again, he realized that he had caused trouble, because the person on the bed was not a trivial prostitute/prostitute, but Guo Qi, the son of the official Guo Taifu.They all said that he didn't know Guo Qi's identity, but in fact he did, he knew it a long time ago.

At a poetry meeting for gifted scholars and beauties, Guo Qi's literary talents came out on top. He was sitting under the stage, staring closely at the young man on the stage. With his soft face and aloof demeanor, the young man was so similar to the man in his heart. very similar.

Premeditatedly getting acquainted with him, premeditatedly inviting him to Nanfeng Hall, premeditatedly drugging the young man's wine, premeditatedly pulling the young man into bed.However, when he finished venting on the boy, he habitually stretched out his hand to the boy's slender neck, and when he recovered, he realized that he had made a big mistake.

He was imprisoned in Dali Temple, and heard that the judgment of his case was handed down by the regent himself. Before the execution, the prime minister of Dali Temple asked him if he had anything else to say, and he said that he wanted to read the judgment notes of this case.

The Prime Minister of Dali Temple shook his head, "The verdict was handed down by the regent himself, so it's useless to read it."

Kneeling on the execution ground in prison uniform, he said to Dali Sicheng, "Then tell me what the regent said."

Dali Sicheng's tone was full of hatred and contempt, and he said every word: "Dirty and dirty, extremely dirty."

Is that so...

His god really thought so...

He closed his eyes and gave a bleak smile, and then heard the voice of Dali Si Cheng on the supervisory seat.

"The hour is up, execution!"