Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

Staring at Jiang Yu's nasty face, Han Shiqing finally looked at Lu Deshen's face, nodded and said: "Yes, yes, sir, the student is wrong."

God knows he wants to strangle Jiang Yu right now, immediately, immediately!

He didn't understand why Jiang Yu was so obsessed with pestering him, it was a bit unreasonable no matter how you looked at it.

First of all, he called out Jiang Yu's name, and called him the Ninth Prince. Not only did he treat him so badly, he almost killed him.

No matter how big-hearted this person is, he should know the principle of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, right?Wouldn't it be better to stay away from yourself?Why bother to hang around under my nose again?

With such a disturbing thing nearby, Han Shiqing couldn't learn it at all. As Lu Deshen said earlier, he found a piece of paper from the desk case, dipped some ink with a fine brush and began to draw.

First draw an ellipse, then draw a head, two points as eyes, a tail, and four legs, then draw a few square lines on the front of the ellipse, and finally draw a small An ellipse, a horizontal line points to the small oval, and on the other end of the horizontal line is written four lines of big characters, flamboyant and unrestrained-the bastard lays an egg, the egg is named Jiang Yu, and it falls to the ground with a grunt, causing disaster to the world.

You're done!

Han Shiqing covered his mouth with a scroll and suppressed a smile. Looking at his "masterpiece", he felt a sense of pride. Sure enough, after such a long time, his painting skills are still so good. Just look at the brush, the shape, and the painting. The inscription, the implication, is simply wonderful!

Jiang Yu was originally in charge of grinding ink, but later Lu Deshen asked him to sit down and listen to the lecture. This was an excellent learning opportunity for him. Jiang Yu listened carefully, and at first he didn't notice Han Shiqing's small movements. When he was busy, he took the time to look at Han Shiqing who was not far away, and happened to see a page of paper that he had pressed under the scroll.

Curious in his heart, Jiang Yu secretly moved towards Han Shiqing, and moved closer to him to see clearly what was on the paper.

A face suddenly became very exciting.

Han Shiqing is a martial arts practitioner, so he is naturally very sensitive to the approach of others. He deliberately let Jiang Yu see it, and while admiring the other party's deflated face, he asked ironically: "The Ninth Prince thinks that the portrait I drew for you , can I get your charm?"

Who is Jiang Yu?The emotional instability was only temporary, and it was adjusted in the blink of an eye.

Besides, in his previous life, he heard all kinds of scolding words from Han Shiqing's mouth, and he has long been used to it. He smiled sincerely and nodded, and said to the young man beside him, "Young master, you are really good at drawing, but the inscription is out of print. Got some questions."

Han Shiqing frowned and asked him, "What's the problem?"

Jiang Yu leaned over, leaned closer to him, grabbed Han Shiqing's hand holding the pen abruptly, and let the tip of the pen slash hard at Jiang Yu's "Jiang" character, the ink smudged away, and the word "Jiang" was completely unrecognizable , Jiang Yu held Han Shiqing's hand like this, and wrote a thin "Han" under the ink stain.

Han Shiqing's calligraphy has long brush strokes, light and heavy, and fast strokes. The overall flow is smooth and flowing, and the handwriting is flying and dancing, with a chic and free charm.

However, every stroke of Jiang Yu's characters is extremely heavy, horizontal and vertical, the writing is rigorous, and the font is thin but hidden sharp, giving people a strong sense of oppression and restraint.

After Jiang Yu finished writing, his body was already very close to Han Shiqing. When he turned his head to speak, his lips almost touched Han Shiqing's right cheek. , not the Ninth Prince, but just a little book boy of Mr.

"Jiang Yu." Han Shiqing withdrew his hand from Jiang Yu's, and pushed the boy's face out a lot, before asking, "Why do you have to pester me? You are not afraid that I will reveal your identity." Tell Dad, when the time comes, you will really be dead."

"I'm not afraid." Jiang Yu smiled brightly and innocently, and he said, "Because I know you can't bear to part with me, and you won't watch me die."

"...Why do you think so?" Han Shiqing almost asked through gritted teeth.

"intuition."

***intuition!

"Crack!" Han Shiqing threw the scroll on Jiang Yu's body, grabbed Jiang Yu's collar and picked him up. He took a few breaths and raised his fists, but he didn't fall down.

"Shi Qing! What are you doing?!" Seeing this, Lu Deshen hurriedly stopped him, "Put him down quickly, all right, why did you suddenly start fighting?"

Han Shiqing and Jiang Yu looked at each other, their eyes almost reaching into the depths of Jiang Yu's dark pupils.

He really hated Jiang Yu's easy-going attitude. He really wanted to kill this kid, but he really couldn't do it.

In the 72nd year of the old calendar, Emperor Yuan'an ordered the Zhenbei General's Mansion to purge the princes. At that time, Han Shiqing was only 13 years old. He was full of energy and didn't sleep at night. His armor was covered with dazzling red, and he burst into tears when he saw He Yiran remove Han Jingyu's armor. The armor was thrown on the ground, revealing Han Jingyu's inner shirt, which was completely soaked in blood.

He heard his mother keep saying: "It's really a crime, how can we pay for the crime we committed?"

For a long time after that day, both father and mother's faces were not very good. Later, He Yiran often went to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, as if he was really going to atone for his sins.

When the purge incident was launched, Jiang Yu was only seven years old. Now that he has been homeless for five years, survival is not easy, and he has not done anything yet. If he is asked to kill Jiang Yu, he cannot do it.

Dejectedly loosening Jiang Yu's collar, Han Shiqing's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were stained with heavy fatigue.

"The student was reckless just now, and I hope you will forgive me." He said to Lu Deshen: "The student suddenly feels uncomfortable. Can you stop here today, sir? I am really sorry."

At this time, everyone could see that Han Shiqing's condition was not right. Lu Deshen didn't ask any more questions, but just nodded in agreement, left some homework for him, and announced that get out of class was over.

Han Shiqing walked out of the study room without waiting for Lu Deshen and Jiang Yu to leave. Han Shan held an umbrella for him and went all the way back to his small courtyard.

Jiang Yu watched him leave, smiled lightly, tidied up his collar, then rolled up Han Shiqing's "painting" on the table, stuffed it into his sleeve, and then stepped forward to help Lu Deshen get things, followed the other party Left the general's mansion.