Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

Han Shiqing is six years older than Jiang Yu.

Han Shiqing was 35 years old when he died. It was the eighth day of the first lunar month in the fifth year of the new calendar. There was heavy snow outside the window. Jiang Yu's bedroom was covered with earth dragons. He couldn't feel the cold, so he sat on the table outside the cubicle. For the first batch of papers, a slightly worn thin blanket was covered on the legs.

The thin blanket was woven for him by Han Shiqing before he was 15 years old before he joined the army. He said that it was cold in the north, and there was no harm in having multiple blankets.

At that time Jiang Yu was quite shocked, after all he knew Han Shiqing's temperament.

He has a wild temper, a restless mind, and restless restlessness. Even the old general Han Jingyu ordered him not to let him stay quietly for half a day.

Such a person actually knits a thin blanket for him patiently just for him to learn the knitting skills that women only do.

That was the first time Jiang Yu was tempted by Han Shiqing, and it was also the first time that he admitted that Han Shiqing's position in his heart was quite important.

So so many years have passed, even though he is no longer the down-and-out prince who stepped out of the pile of corpses to kill the enemy for his military exploits, this blanket was not thrown away by him, and he just kept it by his side all the time. It has become a habit to take it out and cover it.

The day before yesterday was his birthday, and he went to look for Han Shiqing, thinking that he could still take care of his past friendship and say something nice to him, but unfortunately he didn't do so.

He was scolded by Han Shiqing, and the porcelain pillow with the length of his forearm hit his forehead, causing a bruise, which fell to the ground and shattered into dozens of pieces.

The thin man with only a few bones left fell off the bed because of too much force, but he stubbornly refused to let him help him. He only supported the edge of the bed with one hand and shouted to him, "Go away, you beast."

The face that was once fresh now took on the grayish-white color that only a dying person would have. Han Shiqing's eyes were red, and with a hoarse voice, he just wanted to tell him to get lost.

Roll as far as possible.

Facing Han Shiqing like this, Jiang Yu just felt dazed.

He still remembers seeing Han Shiqing for the first time when he was a child, not on the rainy day that Han Shiqing remembered, but earlier, earlier.

He was only six years old, and Han Shiqing was 12 years old. He accompanied General Han Jingyu into the palace. He was dressed in a short shirt and his hair was tied into a ponytail. He was dressed differently from the princes in brocade clothes here, and it was enough to make people's eyes shine.

Jiang Yu's mother and concubine came from a humble background, and he was born prematurely, ranking ninth, much smaller than the other princes, so he was inevitably bullied in the palace.

He was pushed into the water that day, laughed at by everyone, and when he was in a state of embarrassment, it was Han Shiqing who fished him out of the water, glanced up and down at the seventh and eighth princes standing by the pool, and compared them with his hands , Said without hesitation: "The two highnesses bully the small with the big, bully the few with the more, shameless!"

He still remembers the faces of Seventh Brother and Starling, which can be described as extremely wonderful.

It's just that he, the son of a general, dared to insult the prince like this, so he would naturally be punished. He received twenty boards, and his ass almost exploded.

When he was carried out of the palace, Jiang Yu ran over to see him, but saw that although his face was pale, his expression was still alive, screaming in pain while yelling, "Master is right, you killed me and I did not wrong!"

General Han Jingyu frowned when he heard this, and pulled out the short pistol around his waist to greet Han Shiqing's neck. The young man quickly softened and shouted, "Dad! Dad! My son is just joking! Don't you Seriously! My son is wrong! Really wrong! Put down the knife first!"

A cowardly group.

He laughed at Jiang Yu who was hiding aside.

Times have changed, and thanks to him, the arrogant and lively Han Shiqing at that time has long since disappeared, and all that is left of him is this broken body and a soul that hates him to the bone.

After that day, Jiang Yu didn't visit Han Shiqing again until late at night on the eighth day of the first lunar month, news of Han Shiqing's death came from the Jingxin Hall.

Almost at the same time, Jiang Yu woke up from the dream, sweating profusely.

The palace servants came to pass on the news, and Jiang Yu listened quietly.

Later, the palace people asked him if he wanted to see Han Shiqing, but Jiang Yu refused.

He dismissed the palace servants, retracted into the quilt, wrapped himself tightly, closed his eyes, and woke up until dawn.

Han Shiqing was the son of a guilty minister, so he couldn't afford a proper burial, so he was wrapped in a straw mat and buried on a low hill outside Yong'an City.

Jiang Yu erected a monument for him, but did not engrave any words.

Year after year passed like this, until the eighth day of the first lunar month of the sixth year, 35-year-old Jiang Yu walked out of the palace, out of Yong'an City, and climbed up the low mountain alone with a carving knife in his hand. Stepping on the glaring white snow, kneeling in front of Han Shiqing's tombstone, he used his frozen fingers to carve out the line of words he had always wanted to carve stroke by stroke.

"My Han Shiqing"

He used a lot of strength, because the weather was too cold, his fingers trembled somewhat, the handwriting was slanted, the carving knife cut his hand, and blood seeped into the gully, which was shocking.

After the difficult engraving, he stroked the lines on the tombstone carefully, and wanted to say a lot, but in the end he didn't say a word.

When the Golden Armored Army found Jiang Yu the next day, he was hugging the stele tightly, his body was already stiff, and he actually froze to death in this wilderness.