Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

"Master, do you need your subordinates to check the identity of that kid?" When Han Shan saw Jiang Yu again at the gate of the general's mansion, Han Shan began to have doubts about him.

Jiang Yu did it on purpose.

Deliberately entangled Lu Deshen at the gate of the General's Mansion, and deliberately followed Lu Deshen into the General's Mansion.

Such scheming does not seem to belong to a 12-year-old boy, but after observing Jiang Yu carefully, Han Shan can conclude that everything today is definitely not a coincidence.

"No need to check." Han Shiqing sat down on the chair as soon as he returned to the room, frowned and rubbed his sore forehead, he waved his hand, "You don't need to worry about this, just go down."

Han Shan always followed Han Shiqing's orders, and only took a deep look at him before going down.

Han Shiqing was the only one left in the room.

He lowered his head to look at his slender white fingers, which were covered with a thin layer of calluses and looked rough.

The touch of Jiang Yu's palm touching just now seemed to remain forever, causing a subtle chill to rise up his back.

When he was in the study, for a moment, Jiang Yu's temperament was too close to the man who had proclaimed himself emperor in his previous life. The sense of oppression was conveyed to his heart through the word "Han" in the writing, which reminded him of some bad memories.

"Because you don't want me to die." Jiang Yu's confident smile flashed in his mind, Han Shiqing frowned, and suddenly grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it violently. Hearing the cracking sound, he felt a little better some.

Later, Han Shiqing smashed everything in his house like a convulsion, until the depression was dispelled, and he leaned against the door to rest panting.

After venting heartily, Han Shiqing's mind reached an extremely sober level.

The things that happened since rebirth reappeared in his mind one by one, which made him discover some unreasonable things in Jiang Yu's words and deeds.

First of all, when the two met, if he remembered correctly, after he beat Jiang Yu, the kid bit his palm and cried.

Then he hugged his thigh and called his father, and after seeing his strong hostility, he chose to enter the general's mansion, and then he did not know what method he used to win his father's sympathy, and even called him "Shi Qing" affectionately when he had a high fever. He suffered a high fever and lost his hearing in his right ear, but there was no sign of resentment against him.

Although this can be attributed to Jiang Yu's good acting skills, Han Shiqing has been with Jiang Yu for more than ten years, and he can still feel the other party's mood swings.

The two of them are just strangers now. Just ask a stranger who abuses himself, even if you have a plan to calculate him, you will more or less express resentment and disgust towards him emotionally.

Besides, Jiang Yu, who was only 12 years old at this time, no matter how well he concealed it, there should be time to expose it.

But Jiang Yu didn't.

Jiang Yu didn't blame him or hate him. Instead, he seemed to have expected that he would be treated like this. He was neither impatient nor impatient. Really killed him.

With restrained sharpness and ease, he was surrounded in a circle named Jiang Yu like in the previous life, and let him be led by the nose, but there was nothing he could do.

is it possible?

"Master, don't forget, my surname is Han now, and my first name is Han Yu. I'm not the Ninth Prince, but just a little bookboy of my husband."

With a flash of inspiration, Han Shiqing sat up suddenly, without opening an umbrella, walked out of the small courtyard, rushed into the study, ran to the desk where he used to write, looked through the few pieces of rice paper, but couldn't find the painting he had drawn before. That picture of Wang Ba.

Han Shan chased after him, and as soon as he entered the room, he heard Han Shiqing ask him, "Han Shan, has anyone been to the study room after Han Yu and Mr.

Han Shan shook his head, "No one has ever been here."

After searching to no avail, Han Shiqing crawled out from under the table, still kneeling on the ground, and suddenly supported his forehead and laughed, his voice was somewhat self-deprecating and stunned.

Han Shan was stunned, and asked worriedly, "Master, are you okay?"

Han Shiqing smiled to himself, and said to himself: "Why didn't I think of it..."

Yes, why didn't he think of it.

Jiang Yu was also reborn.

Although 12-year-old Jiang Yu has practiced calligraphy since he was a child, he is still young and his fonts have not yet matured. In addition, he has been wandering abroad for five years and does not have so much paper and pen and ink for him to practice calligraphy. It is absolutely impossible for Chinese characters to achieve the oppressive and mature fonts that appear on the paper today.

In the previous life, after coming to the General's Mansion, Jiang Yu picked up calligraphy again. After years of practice, he could write good handwriting. The handwriting was exactly the same as what was written on the bastard's drawing today.

Whether it was a coincidence or that person was really reborn, Han Shiqing was more inclined to the latter.

Because as long as the assumption of Jiang Yu's rebirth is brought in, all previous doubts can be easily resolved.

Han Shiqing sighed and stood up with the table, not knowing whether to be happy or annoyed.

Jiang Yu really hasn't changed at all.

Still so self righteous, selfish, full of lies.

He remembered that Jiang Yu had told him that he should blame the barbarians, not him, for the death of his eldest brother and second brother; There is nothing wrong with it; it was also her own choice for A Niang to follow her father.

In Jiang Yu's eyes, after the fall of the General's Mansion, the previous enmity between him and himself was completely settled.

I should forgive him and spend the rest of my life with him.

It was hopeless.

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It's night, Lu Mansion.

Jiang Yu asked the old man in front of him, "Doctor, is it possible for my right ear to recover?"

The doctor pondered for a while, then shook his head, "The old man has practiced medicine for many years and has seen many children who lost their hearing due to high fever. He also tried acupuncture treatment, but it never worked. It's a pity."

Jiang Yu lowered his head, unable to see any emotion, he just replied, "Okay."

The doctor sighed and comforted, "I'll prescribe a prescription for your typhoid fever. When the time comes, I'll take the medicine, take one in the morning and one in the evening, and take it by decoction. It will take about four or five days to heal completely."

"Thank you sir."

After sending the doctor away, Jiang Yu closed the door and window, spread out the drawing Han Shiqing drew for him on the small table, stroked the dried ink with his finger, tapped the little bastard's eyes lightly, and hooked the corners of his mouth.

Snapped--

The closed window was suddenly pushed open from the outside by a force, and with the sound of gurgling, a thumb-sized rock rolled down to Jiang Yu's feet, which made him stand up immediately in shock.

"Who?!"

To be able to break a tightly closed window with such a small stone, this person's internal strength must not be underestimated!

Could it be that Zuo Xiang discovered his existence?

Or did Han Jingyu see through his identity and want to kill him?

Impossible, he has always been careful in his actions, and the Ruyi carving is also well hidden. Now looking at the whole Yong'an City, only Han Shiqing knows his true identity.

And... Han Shiqing couldn't tell the truth.

Thinking in this way, Jiang Yu's mood became a little more stable. He put the rice paper under the pillow, looked around vigilantly with his eyes, his muscles tensed, not letting go of any trouble.

"It scares you." A black figure passed by the window, and the next moment, a handsome man in black night clothes squatted firmly on the wooden window sill, clasped the window frame with one hand, and bent his eyes Smile at Jiang Yu, like a fox.

Seeing the man's face clearly, Jiang Yu's heart thumped to the ground, and the tension on his face dissipated a lot.

But that hostility did not dissipate.

The man's name is Liao Yunfan. He has superb medical skills and extraordinary martial arts. He is a well-known genius doctor in the entire Jiang Dynasty and is also a well-known master on the list of heroes in the Jianghu.

As for why Jiang Yu got involved with him in his previous life, it was because...

Liao Yunfan is the elder brother of his mother and concubine, and at the same time, he is also the master who taught Han Shiqing martial arts since childhood.

Liao Yunfan contributed a lot to Jiang Yu's ability to fully integrate into the General's Mansion and successfully ascend to the throne of God.

It's just that although Jiang Yu is grateful to Liao Yunfan, he has never completely trusted Liao Yunfan, and even loathes him as his own uncle.

Part of the reason for this was Han Shiqing's dependence on Liao Yunfan.

Liao Yunfan secretly helped him with many things, but retired when he became famous.

Liao Yunfan only asked him one thing, and that was not to tell Han Shiqing his identity.

Jiang Yu naturally kept his promise, but this incident became a thorn in Jiang Yu's heart.

He suspected that Liao Yunfan liked Han Shiqing.

When his suspicion was the deepest, he even wanted to arrest Liao Yunfan all over the city, and ask him about this matter.

But after all, I still have some conscience, so I endured it.

In the fifth year of the new calendar, when Han Shiqing passed away, Liao Yunfan came, but he only stood in front of Han Shiqing's body in the Meditation Hall for a while and then left. After that, he never came again until Jiang Yu died.

"Who are you?" The play needs to be full. Although meeting Liao Yunfan in this life was a bit unexpected, his grudge against Liao Yunfan prevented him from revealing the truth about his rebirth.

Liao Yunfan jumped down from the window sill, his slender figure clearly outlined by a black tunic.

He was born handsome, but not as gorgeous as Han Shiqing, but with a cynical and ruffian air. He is already 35 years old, but people can't tell his age at all.

"Who am I?" Liao Yunfan was tall, but he didn't like to talk condescendingly to others, so he pulled a chair casually, sat on it, and said to Jiang Yu with a smile, "I'm your uncle."