Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

Wine is good wine. It has been scalded with care, and it is steaming palely. Drinking a glass on a cold winter night will definitely refresh you.

The young man serving the wine was also quite pleasing to the eye, with delicate features, red lips and white teeth, and sparkling black eyes, as if dotted with stars.

In the past year and a half, Jiang Yu had a good time.

This is the conclusion that Han Shiqing came to after looking him up.

"The assassin outside is your accomplice, right?" Han Shiqing guessed it just now, and he just appeared when Jiang Yu came with something, and if it wasn't for the collusion in advance, what assassin couldn't think of breaking into the general's mansion, is his mind broken?

"Is it the man who stood with you under the Yuehong Inn last time?" Han Shiqing looked cold and sneered, "You are a good means, there are people rushing to help you wherever you go. Is it a bitter trick? Or some other new method? ?”

Jiang Yu didn't answer him, but stared at Han Shiqing for a while, then grabbed his hand, and stubbornly put the warm wine glass in his hand.

Then, he picked up a piece of Sophora japonica cake with his chopsticks and brought it to Han Shiqing's mouth, "Knowing that you love Sophora japonica cake, I dried the Sophora japonica flower in the sun in June, sealed it in a jar and put it in the cellar. The pastry is made by myself, you can try it."

The young man had a flattering expression on his face, as if he was eager to let the person in front of him have a taste.

It's a pity that Han Shiqing didn't appreciate it.

"Respect to Han Shiqing who died in the previous life!" He raised his hand holding the wine glass, sprinkled a straight line on the ground in front of him, then knocked the wine glass heavily on the tray, and said loudly.

"You idiot, just drink the New Year's Eve bar with the little bastard you blindly admire in the underworld!"

After finishing speaking, he knocked off the chopsticks in Jiang Yu's hand, and the snow-white Sophora japonica cake fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and got a lot of dirt.

"And this, eat it in the underworld, don't starve."

Then, he stood up, moved the stool, opened the door of the room, and muttered: "It's Chinese New Year, you come here to disturb me, it's really bad luck! Go away quickly, don't let me see you again."

But as soon as he walked halfway, his arm was grabbed by the person behind him.

Han Shiqing glanced over, only to see that the young man who had always feigned grievances with him before was now silent, staring at him with shadowy eyes, as if he had finally shed his hypocrisy, revealing the viciousness buried in his bones. It's chilling.

"Finally revealed your true nature?" Han Shiqing sneered.

When he was in the Jingxin Hall in his previous life, Jiang Yu was like this. He threatened him with the general's mansion, tied him up like a dog with an iron chain, and used a lot of despicable means to make himself submit.

"I don't allow you to say you're dead." Jiang Yu squeezed Han Shiqing's padded jacket with force, "You won't die, I won't let you die, not now, and never in the future."

Jiang Yu stared at him firmly, without a smile on his face, but his tone was extremely firm, as if he had made an important promise.His eyes were as black as ink, absorbing all the light domineeringly, but a little superficial fear seeped out from the depths.

In his previous life, he was not afraid of anything.

He knew that his life was taken back, even if he lost his life on the road of revenge and seizing the throne, it was because he was inferior to others and deserved it.

Ben is a desperado, so he looks down on everything except the target.

In his eyes, there are only two types of people, one is a chess piece that can be used, and the other is an enemy.

But Han Shiqing was different.

He didn't want Han Shiqing to die.

Han Shiqing was slightly stunned, being stared at by Jiang Yu, he felt a little irritable, suffocated and stuffy, so he coldly contemptuously said that Jiang Yu was holding his hand.

"Let go."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yu seemed to be brought back to his sanity by his sound, so hard that his white palm opened and fell unnaturally to his side.

Han Shiqing ignored him, stepped into the door, turned around, and closed the door with a bang, shutting Jiang Yu out.

Standing in front of the closed door, Jiang Yu raised and retracted his hand, raised it and retracted it, repeated several times, and finally knocked on the door.

"Shiqing, the sixth day of the lunar new year is my birthday." His voice was dry, with longing and pleading suppressed in his throat, "I want to see you that day."

On his birthday last year, he had been avoiding the search of Emperor Yuan'an, and he didn't have the chance and dared not come to see Han Shiqing.

This time he was finally able to stay in Yong'an City with the help of his uncle and Xuan Jinlou, so he wanted to live with Han Shiqing.

Even if they stay together and do nothing, he is extremely happy.

There was no sound in the room, Jiang Yu curled up his fingers, slid down from the door, and said again.

"At six o'clock on the fifth day of the lunar new year, I'll be waiting for you on the first floor of Tianfeng Teahouse in Pinglefang."

In Yong'an City, there will be no curfew from New Year's Eve until the end of the Lantern Festival, and the city is very lively all night long.

After saying this, Jiang Yu knew that it was time for Han Shan to come back, so he turned around, climbed over the wall, reunited with Liao Yunfan and the others, and left the General's Mansion.

As soon as Han Shan entered the yard, he saw the Sophora japonica cake knocked over to the ground, and the wine glass was tilted to one side, his heart tightened and he shouted.

"Master! Where are you, Master?! Master!"

"Come on, I'm fine." Han Shiqing opened the door, showing half of his head, "Why are you shouting so loudly?"

He asked, "We didn't find the assassin at all, did we?"

"How did the young master know?" Han Shan thought of a series of strange things that happened just now, and his heart was shaken. "Could the assassin be the servant just now?"

"Don't think too much about it." Han Shiqing saw that Han Shan's paralyzed face was all tangled up, and thought it was funny, "It's nothing serious, I'll take care of it."

"How is your father and mother? Have you been disturbed?"

Han Shan shook his head, "Master and Madam are fine, Madam slept soundly, Master won't let us quarrel."

"Ah."

"Master, do you have something on your mind?" Seeing that he was absent-minded, Han Shan felt that something was wrong with him.

"No." Han Shiqing yawned and pushed Han Shan out, "I'm just sleepy, you should go back first and go to bed early."

"But young master, don't you keep the old age?"

"No more, I'm tired today."

Han Shan walked to the steps, saw the wooden tray, and said, "Then, let me take this for the young master."

Han Shiqing's eyes fell on the Sophora japonica cake and wine pot, and he sank, a word came out of his mouth without passing through his brain.

"Stay."

Let's stay.

Han Shan left, and Han Shiqing didn't sleep either.

He now has a new worry, which is the plate of Sophora japonica cake that looks very good in front of him.

Jiang Yu's cooking skills were trained by him, which is comparable to Chef Hao's cooking skills.

Because he likes to eat very much, he can eat several meals a day, but his mouth is very sticky.

In his previous life, he went to the northern border to look for Jiang Yu. When he was most miserable, he even ate bark worms, which ruined his stomach. As a chef, he studied cooking and dispensing medicine hard, and combined the two together to make a medicinal meal that suits Han Shiqing's appetite.

Slowly, he was fattened up again, and his mouth became even bigger.

After living a new life, thinking about it, he hasn't eaten the food Jiang Yu cooked for him for a long time.

This Sophora japonica cake is his favorite again...

"Tsk." Han Shiqing scratched her hair in distress, staring at the fragrant cakes in front of her, feeling uncomfortable all over.

Or throw it away?

Han Shiqing grabbed the plate, opened the door, and stood there for a while, unwilling to give up.

In the end, he still couldn't resist the temptation, grabbed a piece and put it in his mouth.

In an instant, his eyes lit up. The pastry was soft and sweet, with the refreshing sweetness of Sophora japonica, it was delicious.

After taking the first bite, there is no scruples about the rest.

Han Shiqing ate the whole plate of Sophora japonica cake with hot wine into his mouth, and then felt something hard touched his teeth.

Take it out and see that it is a small silver ingot.

As the old saying goes, put ingots and copper coins in the food, and the person who eats it will be blessed for a whole year, free from illness and disaster, and go smoothly.

"Hmph." Han Shiqing put the silver ingot into his pocket, planning to spend it for him tomorrow.

Unknowingly, it was the fourth quarter of the ugly hour. There were red lanterns outside the house and candles were lit inside. Han Shiqing lay down for a while hugging the quilt.

He could hear Jiang Yu's request outside the door clearly. It was Tianfeng Tea House at the sixth quarter of the fifth day of the lunar new year.

That bastard wants him to go to the appointment.

Of course he didn't want to go.

What Jiang Yu did in his previous life is still vivid in his mind, and his feelings for that person are quite complicated.

As soon as I see someone, I want to scold him and beat him up, otherwise I feel sorry for my family in the previous life.

But in this life, he had clearly drawn a clear relationship with him, but he still did not give up and posted it again and again.

"You will not die, I will not let you die, not now, nor in the future."

Jiang Yu's words were heavy and harsh, but people who knew him could tell that he was afraid.

He had never seen Jiang Yu be afraid of anything, so he was quite surprised by the other party's performance today.

He was reborn after death, so what about Jiang Yu?

Also reborn after death?

How did he die then?And at what age did you die?

Han Shiqing was a little curious.

But it's just a little curious.

When eating dumplings on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Han Jingyu took Han Shiqing out of the bed, who had just closed his eyes for less than a quarter of an hour, and threw a bunch of small bamboo tubes into his arms.

"The whole family is waiting for you to order dumplings! Hurry up and pack them up for me!"

Han Shiqing naturally knew what he was going to do. With heavy dark circles under his eyes, he walked out of his yard with heavy yawns, followed behind Han Jingyu, and walked to the kitchen. Chef Hao had already boiled a large pot of water. Bubbles bubbling.

The rising heat seemed to warm the whole yard.

He Yiran was wearing a dark red padded jacket, with light makeup, but a beautiful smile. Most of the servants standing next to her were homeless slaves taken in by the General's Mansion.

They have no home to go back to during the Chinese New Year, and the General's Mansion is their home.

Han Shiqing walked to the brazier with burning firewood and said to Chef Hao, "Master Hao! It's ready!"

The dark-skinned, well-built man waved the spoon in his hand and replied with a smile, "Okay!"

Hearing this answer, Han Shiqing threw all the small bamboo tubes in his arms into the brazier. At the same time as the crackling explosion sounded, Chef Hao had already put the wrapped dumplings into the pot.

"Father, mother, happy new year!"

"Happy New Year, Grandpa and Madam!"

"Happy New Year, young master!"

"I wish Mrs. Master good health and all the best in the new year!"

"I wish the young master can be named on the gold list this year, the number one in high school!"

"..."

In the small courtyard surrounded by heat, auspicious words and firecrackers mixed together, bringing the atmosphere of the New Year to the extreme.

Han Jingyu and He Yiran distributed the red envelopes they had prepared long ago to the servants with smiles on their faces.

Han Shiqing watched quietly, his nose felt a little sore for no reason.

It would be great if every new year in the future could be like this year, no, it should be better than this year.

The eldest brother, second brother, and third sister are all there, all the family members are there, and everyone in the general's mansion is there.

"It's really lively." At some time, Lin Shicheng had already walked to Han Shiqing's side.

He sighed, and said: "It's just that not everywhere in Yong'an City is as lively as the General's Mansion."

Han Shiqing froze for a moment, then turned to look at him, "Xiao Lin, what do you mean by that?"

Lin Shicheng didn't answer him, but asked with a smile: "Brother Shiqing, do you have time to go out with me after eating dumplings today?"