Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

Swallowing the food into his stomach, Jiang Yu picked up the pot of Zhuyeqing leftover from Han Shiqing's drink on the table, got up and took a clean cloth towel from the shelf in the room, and when he sat back on the bed with the wine jug and cloth towel, his forehead was covered. hot sweat.

He shrank into the foot of the bed, took off his shirt, dipped a cloth towel in wine, and rubbed his neck and chest vigorously.

This is currently the best way to cool down for him.

He knew the danger of a persistent high fever, and what the doctor said was not a joke.

As far as his current physical condition is concerned, if he allows the fever to continue like this, it will be a matter of time before he burns into a fool, although he can get Han Shiqing's care that way.

But for Jiang Yu, it would be better to let him die than to become a fool.Living like a doll is really meaningless.

It's okay to be stupid, but it's not okay to be really stupid.

But rubbing it by himself still couldn’t achieve a good effect, and it took a lot of energy. After a while, Jiang Yu felt that his hands had no strength, and the tinnitus in his right ear hadn’t stopped. He was sensitively aware of the He has impaired hearing of voices to the right.

Putting the jug under the bed, Jiang Yu covered the quilt tightly, retracted everything below his head, and forced himself to sleep.

He has already done everything within his power, and the rest can only be left to fate.

I hope I can survive this disease.

The night was getting deeper, and the west wing room was separated from the wall of Changhuafang street, and there was the sound of three quarters of the ugly night outside the window.

The red candles in the room had long been burned out, the white socks on the other side of the screen moved, and Han Shiqing sat up under the moonlight.

He can't sleep.

Because of the influence of past life memories, he can see the sad faces of his relatives as long as he closes his eyes.

He could see the head of the eldest brother and the second brother hung by the barbarians on the head of the city guarding the northern border, dripping with blood.

The third sister's sweet smile turned into a lot of accusations and accusations.

He would see himself kneeling in front of the execution ground in Xishi, crying bitterly at his father who was about to be executed.

"Ha, ha..." The memories in his mind were twisted into balls and entangled together. Han Shiqing's eyes were red, and he gasped hard, tears dripping on the back of his hands, burning them.

Suddenly, he slapped himself on the right cheek with great force, and slowly let out a few mouthfuls of turbid air, and his eyes became clearer.

Han Shiqing knew that he probably had a heart disease.

From the moment he witnessed his father's death in the execution ground, he began to have nightmares every day, and the guilt made him unable to lift his head.

One day he almost strangled himself to death with both hands in his dream, this was what the little eunuch who served him told him.

"Hiss..." The corner of his mouth hit his teeth and broke them.

Han Shiqing licked the cut and shrank his shoulders in pain.

He got off to put on his shoes, knowing that he would definitely not be able to fall asleep, so he came to Jiang Yu's bed, sat on a chair, and just stared at him.

After looking at it, he stretched out his hand, gesticulating with Jiang Yu's neck with both hands, little bastard.

If he strangled this kid now, he would definitely not have to strangle himself later.

To avoid future troubles.

But after a few times of hard work, Han Shiqing took it back again.

The touch of Jiang Yu's skin told him that Jiang Yu's high fever might not go away for a while.Jiang Yu's method is undoubtedly clever. He used wine to cool down, ate and drank water, and covered the quilt tightly to sweat, but for his weak constitution, it was just to increase his resistance, nothing else. usefulness.

Let him fend for himself, and save his hands from getting dirty.

Convincing himself with reasons, Han Shiqing glanced at Jiang Yu again, stood up, opened the door and walked out of the west wing.

It was still a starry night outside the door, but the rain had stopped, Han Shiqing gave a low cry.

"Han Shan."

"The subordinate is here." As soon as he finished speaking, Han Shan, the guard in black shorts, appeared in front of him.

It looked as if he had been around here all the time.

"Go to my room and help me get the Qinglang sword, and practice swords with me in this yard." The semicircular moon hangs low, and the soft moonlight shines on Han Shiqing's whole body and face, making him handsome and elegant. There is more sorrow in the space between the single eyebrows than in the past that does not match the age.

Seeing the wound on the corner of Han Shiqing's mouth, Han Shan shrank his pupils and asked, "Master, the corner of your mouth..."

"It's okay, I fell on the bed while I was sleeping, and it was broken."

What he wanted to ask was blocked by Han Shiqing's words, and Han Shan was keenly aware that his master had changed.

But he was clear about his identity, he should not ask more questions, so he agreed and left quickly.

A moment later, Han Shiqing took the Qinglang sword from Han Shan, put the scabbard inlaid with gold and jade aside, held the sword in his right hand, danced a beautiful sword flower, raised it up, left leg in front, right leg behind Arched slightly, lowered his body, and said to Han Shan with a murderous look on his face.

"In the past, I attacked and you defended. This time you attack and I defend."

Han Shan was a slave who was sold into the general's mansion by his father, and he was a black household without household registration.People who are used to hardships are used to treating people who treat them well as family members and this place as their own home.

So when Han Shiqing's master asked him to become Han Shiqing's shadow, he was willing.

His mission in this life is to protect Han Shiqing's safety. He can die, but the young master must not hurt a single finger.

He has followed Han Shiqing since he was a child, and he is only two years older than Han Shiqing, but compared to the carefree Han Shiqing, he is indeed much more determined, and his skills are also extremely strong. Whenever he makes a move, it must be a quick, ruthless and accurate killer move , the defense can guarantee that Han Shiqing will not be hurt, if the attack...

"Master, I..."

"Go ahead." Han Shiqing knew what he was worried about, so he smiled and said, "If you hurt me, it's mine."

Naturally, Han Shan didn't dare to disobey Han Shiqing's order, so he had to pull out the dagger by his side, exert strength with his right leg, and the dagger cut through the air, making the wind whistling, and slashed at Han Shiqing.

Han Shiqing stepped back half a step, with the long sword lying in front of him, with the blade facing upwards, the moment he blocked the short knife, he used his skill to push upwards, then held Han Shan's right wrist with his left hand, and cut the long sword with his right hand towards Han Shan's waist.

Han Shan reacted very quickly, he tiptoed to the ground, turned his body quickly, and broke free from the restraint with his strength, raised the dagger again, and pointed it directly at Han Shiqing's face.

Han Shiqing leaned back, bent his back into a beautiful arc, and stabbed the ground with the tip of the sword, using his strength to avoid the attack, and then blocked again, firmly blocking Han Shan's next slash.

The two went back and forth like this. After dozens of moves, Han Shan still failed to break through Han Shiqing's defense. The short knife only cut off the opponent's sleeve, without hurting him at all.

There was the sound of watchdogs outside the wall, and the sky turned white. It was the beginning of Yin Shi, and dawn was about to usher in.

Han Shiqing, who was sweating all over, looked at the sky, and something was fermenting in his heart, sour and astringent, full of swelling.

Suddenly, he thrust Qinglang sword into the ground, and roared towards the endless sky.

"what------"

"what------"

"what------"

He just yelled so desperately that his throat hurt, and the whole general's mansion was startled by his yelling.

Han Shan stared blankly at the side, not knowing what disease his master was suffering from.

After shouting for almost half a stick of incense, Han Shiqing was finally tired.

He sat down on the ground disregarding his image, and after panting violently for a while, he suddenly looked solemnly at Han Shan who was standing there dumbfounded, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Han Shan, if my father gets up later and asks you who called it, you can say it was you."

Han Shan: "..."