Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

Han Shiqing's fever was originally caused by depression in his heart, and with Liao Yunfan's company, he slept well and subsided the next day.

After grooming and tidying up, apart from his pale face, he couldn't see any other problems.

The second day of junior high school is the day when Han Yunchang comes back to visit her relatives, and he wants to welcome her third sister happily.

Since Han Yunchang entered the palace, this was the first time to go home. It was not easy to come back once, and Han Shiqing also missed her very much.

Greeting Han Yunchang in palace attire, although He Yiran and Han Jingyu were also happy, they did not dare to get too close to Han Yunchang on the surface, and even called each other "mother" respectfully.

Han Yunchang was a little unhappy, but she knew that this was a rule in the palace, if she didn't want to do this, she would only cause unnecessary trouble for her parents.

When the family was exchanging greetings, Han Shiqing keenly noticed that the expressions of the two palace maids brought by Han Yunchang were different. They looked around from the moment they entered the door, and couldn't help frowning.

He asked Han Yunchang with his eyes, even if the twins were separated for a long time, they still had a tacit understanding. Han Yunchang stroked his face with his hands and told him with his mouth that they were from Emperor Yuan'an.

Han Shiqing understood, but his heart was even more irritated.

He called Han Shan and gave him some instructions in a low voice. Han Shan immediately understood and found an excuse to push the two palace servants out.

Then he signaled all the servants in the hall to leave and told Han Shan to guard the door before he asked Han Yunchang.

"Third sister, tell the truth, are you having a bad time in the palace?"

Han Jingyu frowned when he heard this, and reprimanded Han Shiqing, "Qinger, don't say such nonsense."

"Father and mother, there are no outsiders here. I just want to know if the third sister has been bullied in the palace. Is it okay to care about her?"

He Yiran sighed and said: "What Qing'er said is that Yun'er has been away for a year and a half without a letter. The palace is so big and His Majesty has so many concubines. How can you control Yun'er? She has no one to talk to, and I feel uncomfortable just thinking about it."

"Father, mother, little brother, don't worry. Although I am not favored by His Majesty, no one dares to bully me." Han Yunchang glanced outside the door and said, "It's just that I can still hear some gossip. I also want to remind daddy to be more careful, avoid the edge for now, and don't touch His Majesty's bad luck again."

When He Yiran heard this, her heart skipped a beat.

She asked Han Jingyu, "Master, are you contradicting His Majesty again?"

She remembered that some time ago, Japan and Han Jingyu didn't look very good when they came back from court.

But it's not convenient for him as a woman to ask, and now that Han Yunchang is here, she just happens to be able to ask.

"It's hard for me to even meet His Majesty now, so why contradict His Majesty?" When mentioning this matter, Han Jingyu felt angry, "I just mentioned a few memorials, I hope His Majesty will be diligent in state affairs, and also reported the military situation in the northern border , I request His Majesty to distribute grain and military pay as soon as possible..."

"Haven't the food, grass and military salary been paid yet?" Han Shiqing was surprised, "Isn't it supposed to be paid years ago?"

He remembered that the dynasty's military pay should be paid at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month every year. This was to give the soldiers time to send money to their families, so that even if they didn't go back, they could let their families have a good year.

"Speaking of this, I get angry!" Han Jingyu slammed his fists on the table, almost knocking the teacup off.

"Before your elder brother told me about this matter, I also said that I was afraid that the payment would be delayed because of the tight treasury, and I asked him to wait for another two days. But there has been no movement from the household department. I have handed over the papers several times, but His Majesty He didn't even say a word." He gritted his teeth and said, "But I saw that the New Year's Eve banquet the day before yesterday, with good wine and good food, singing and dancing girls, was extremely extravagant, it was not a problem with the treasury at all, but that His Majesty deliberately embezzled the soldiers of the northern border, It's unsettling!"

He said to Han Yunchang: "Yun'er, you told me to avoid the sharp edge for a while. I don't know that His Majesty already has opinions on me, but if I don't say some things, no one will say them. Your grandfather knows how to avoid the sharp edge temporarily." , but he has never been to the northern border to fight, and he has never seen the cruelty of the battlefield.

"Do you know what the life of the soldiers in the northern border is like? Most of them joined the army as teenagers, and their families are poor. They rely on the annual military salary to subsidize their families. The northern border is very cold, and the barbarians are all tough. Once a war starts, it will be a real disadvantage. , There are countless casualties, and the only belief that keeps them fighting is the family members behind them. If the country can't even take care of their families, how can these soldiers fight with peace of mind?"

Han Jingyu is usually not a talkative person, but this time he said everything in his heart like peas, and his eyes, which used to be clean and wanton, were a little wet.

He is a soldier, and he understands the hard work best, so he loves the soldiers guarding the frontier even more.

"Damn it." Han Shiqing cursed in a low voice, his eyes burning with anger.

It turned out that from such an early age, Emperor Yuan'an had already started to withhold the military rations and salaries of the northern border. No wonder six years later, the barbarians attacked the city and it was so easy to win.

In that battle, the eldest brother and the second brother died, and tens of thousands of people were massacred after the city was broken. He will never forget this painful fact.

"Hey..." Han Yunchang understood Han Jingyu's temperament, and realized that it was useless to persuade him, so she said, "Father, His Majesty has placed eyeliner around me recently, and I guess he came back this time to let them check on our general. I can't tell you more about the situation in the mansion, otherwise it will be bad for the general's mansion, and..."

Speaking of this, even knowing that there were only a few of them in the room, Han Yunchang lowered her voice and asked Han Jingyu, "Father, tell your daughter the truth, did you let the Ninth Prince go on purpose?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Counting Han Shiqing was the most shocked. He looked at Han Jingyu in astonishment, expecting and fearing his answer.

"Yun'er, why do you ask this question?"

"My daughter is just curious, how the Ninth Prince was able to escape under Dad's nose at his age." She said, "There are a lot of gossip in the palace, and some eunuchs gossip in His Majesty's ears, but their words are not in harmony. It’s unreasonable, the more rumors spread, the closer to the truth it may be.”

Han Jingyu was silent for a moment, finally sighed and smiled wryly.

"I let it go on purpose."

Something exploded in Han Shiqing's mind, and his thoughts were completely messed up by Han Jingyu's words.

All kinds of past life flashed through his mind, Han Jingyu's attitude towards Jiang Yu, and what Han Jingyu said to him after witnessing Jiang Yu's proclaiming himself emperor were connected together word by word.

"Qing'er, I didn't have the chance to see the dynasty's return to prosperity, but I hope you can see it. You watch carefully on behalf of your father. Later, you also came to the underworld. Remember to tell your father what kind of prosperity it was."

His father is so smart, how could he not even recognize the Ninth Prince whom he had met back then.

Maybe his father recognized it long ago, but he didn't point it out.

Han Jingyu witnessed Jiang Yu's growth step by step in this way. He didn't let go until he was able to sit in that position, and he was willing to die...

Thinking of this, Han Shiqing's breathing became more rapid and difficult. He clenched his hands into fists, so tight that his veins stretched out, and he didn't care if his nails got stuck in his flesh.

"Father, why..." Han Yunchang had only guessed before, but when she guessed right, she was inevitably flustered and unable to understand.

"It was Yue Baolin who begged me." Han Jingyu's heart seemed to return to that night of massacre, his eyes were heavy and filled with deep sorrow.

He said: "At that time, the Ninth Prince was still so young, Yue Baolin tightly hugged my long sword and begged me to let her child go, I really... really couldn't bear it."

He kept this matter in his heart all the time and never told anyone, even He Yiran didn't know.

He Yiran put her palm on the back of Han Jingyu's hand, and felt that his skin was cold, so she clenched it tighter and covered it for him.

She lowered her face and said seriously: "Okay, Yun'er, don't mention this matter again. Today we know this secret, and we will rot in our stomachs, and we will not be able to tell it until we die. Do you understand?"

Seeing that both Han Shiqing and Han Yunchang nodded, He Yiran waved them off.

Han Shiqing returned to her room in a daze, her palms were already red from being pinched by him, almost oozing blood.

The sense of disobedience of those things experienced in the previous life became reasonable because of the secret that Han Jingyu told.

It turned out that his father had let Jiang Yu go from the very beginning.

Sitting in front of the table, he held his head and bit his lower lip. Tears flowed out after a while, and he couldn't stop them.

It doesn't matter if he is selfish, but after the shock, all that is left in his heart is relief.

The self-blame that had tortured him for so many years finally dissipated a little bit, he was like a drowning man finally catching a driftwood, and this secret became his salvation from condemnation and nightmares.

He put the back of his hand against his nose and mouth, weeping heartily, and the stagnant depression in his heart seemed to be broken open, allowing him to take a breath at least.

"Ah, ah...ha..." The words choked out of his throat were short and pitiful.

Han Shiqing's eyes were red, and when he raised his head, tears would roll down his jaw.

He gritted his teeth, and then bit the back of his hand, telling himself the truth with the pain.

Just like this, a person sat in the room and cried for a whole morning.

Han Yunchang didn't stay in the General's Mansion for a long time, and left on the fifth day of the lunar new year. Before leaving, she gave him the amulet she had obtained for Han Shiqing, and wished him good grades this spring.

Han Shiqing nodded, and told Han Yunchang to take care of everything.

After Lin Shicheng left, Han Shiqing had no one to study with, and Mr. Lu Deshen had to wait until the Lantern Festival was over before he could give him a lecture, so Han Shiqing took his books and sat in the study to review.

Han Shanben was standing outside the door and guarding, but Han Shiqing let him in and sat down, monitoring himself not to sleep.

It may be because a big stone in his heart has fallen, he has rarely dreamed of the bloody scene of Han Jingyu being beheaded at the Xishi Beheading Platform, so he has always been prone to sleepiness recently.

After watching for about a quarter of an hour, Han Shiqing yawned twice, rubbed his eyes, and called Han Shan over.

He uses a long table table with long seats, and three or four people can sit side by side.

He patted the place beside him and said to Han Shan, "Come, sit here."

"Master, this is not good."

"It's nothing bad, I tell you to sit down!"

Han Shan had no choice but to sit down, with his hands flat on his legs, without moving.

Han Shiqing smiled, tilted his head, and leaned on Han Shan's solid shoulder.

Han Shan froze suddenly.

Han Shan is a bit taller than him, and it is the most comfortable to lean on this way.

Han Shiqing patted his arm, "Relax."

Han Shan was forced to relax, and was interrupted by the people around him without saying a word about the young master.

Holding the book, Han Shiqing kept reading it for a while, then suddenly said to Han Shan, "I'm going out at night, you don't have to follow, just stay at home and help me take care of my parents."

"Where is the young master going?" Han Shan was a little worried.

Han Shiqing grabbed the walnuts prepared for him by He Yiran on the table, put one in his mouth, and said casually, "Go see a bastard."

Han Shan: "..."

He grabbed two walnuts, ate one by himself, and handed the other to Han Shan's mouth.

Han Shan originally wanted to refuse, but Han Shiqing pressed the food to his lips, and he had to eat if he didn't eat, so he opened his mouth.

While chewing walnut kernels, I heard my young master add a sentence, "Okay, if you eat my food, you promise me, don't tell me tonight, and don't tell the truth, otherwise you will eat inside and outside, and be ungrateful."

Han Shan: "..."