Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

On the eighth day of the first month of the second year of the new calendar, Yong'an City.

In the middle of the night, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed over the Yuelao Temple in Mingdefang. The rumbling thunder woke up the sleeping child. The man slowly opened his eyes.

"Young Master! Young Master, you are finally awake!" Seeing him waking up, the little boy in the room hastily put down the water basin in his hand and rushed to the bedside, tears streaming down his face.

Han Shiqing's memory still remained in the severe pain caused by the feather arrows piercing his body. The pain of being pierced by thousands of arrows seemed to still remain in his body, which made him tremble uncontrollably.

"Young master, how are you? Is it still hurting?" The little boy was crying with snot running out of his nose. "Mom said, if you don't wake up again, you will kill me and bury you with you! Woooooo, you scared me to death!"

Han Shiqing's head gradually came to his senses, and the pain in those memories gradually dissipated, but his chest and back really hurt, and he could feel that he was injured.

Mother……

Isn't this what the prostitutes in Shengpingfang call the old women who are in charge of customers?

And the boy in front of him, he had never seen before.

Han Shiqing turned his head to look at the room. The bed curtain was made of light red gauze material, incense was burning beside the bed, and there was a screen with flowers and birds standing in front of the bed. The guqin and the low tea table are elegant, but the red gauze in the room seems a bit too bright and ambiguous.

This is definitely not the General's Mansion, nor can it be Zhige City.

Moreover, he should have died with such a serious injury, but why is he still alive now?

"Mirror." Han Shiqing sat up supporting his painful body, leaned against the bed rail, and reached out to the little boy, "Give me the mirror."

Although the little boy didn't know what he was going to do, he tried his best to stop crying, and handed the bronze mirror half the size of his arm to Han Shiqing.

Han Shiqing looked at his "self" reflected in the mirror.

This is a face similar to the original him, with the same face shape, the same distant mountain eyebrows, the same peach blossom eyes, the lips are slightly thinner than the previous him, the lip color is very light, and he is born with a kind of fickleness. physiognomy.

Han Shiqing pushed his forehead hair aside, and found that the crimson beauty mole was missing between his eyebrows.

This is not him.

This is another person.

Rao had already experienced a rebirth, but at this time Han Shiqing still felt a little unbelievable.

He put the bronze mirror aside, grabbed the little boy and asked, "Tell me, how old is it now?"

"Old calendar?" The little boy sniffed his nose and looked at Han Shiqing as if he was looking at a foolish person. "Young master, why are you so confused? It's already the second year of the new calendar! Why are you still talking about the old calendar?"

Han Shiqing froze, and an inexplicable sense of fear filled his heart. He asked the boy eagerly, "Which emperor is reigning now? Is it Jiang Yu?"

The little boy covered his mouth in panic, "My lord, how can you call Emperor Jiang Cheng by his name! Do you want to lose your head!"

Han Shiqing pushed his hand away, his body was already shaking, he grabbed the fabric on his chest, and it became difficult to breathe.

Those memories before death and the fear of the disordered time of reality surrounded him. At this moment, he had no joy of rebirth, only panic of the unknown.

The feather arrow pierced the eyeball, and the terrifying pain that penetrated into the brain came back to him along with the memory. The slender one seemed to be still stuck in the head, making his hands and feet tremble violently.

The second year of the new calendar, if counted according to the two years of the new calendar in the previous life, seven years have passed, who else will remember him?

Jiang Yu should have forgotten him too, right?

Have the family members also come out of the pain of losing him, is it too redundant for him to appear now?

If he confessed his identity, how would these most important people before him treat him? He was afraid, he was afraid, he didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't dare to face it.

Han Shiqing has never been a strong person.

This second rebirth made him panic.

It made him feel that he was out of tune with this world, like a monster!

He didn't regret dying in the barbarian camp, or Jiang Yu's guess was not wrong.

When Han Shiqing was reborn for the first time, he didn't know when he had set the purpose of living to atone for his family members.

In his previous life, he caused the fall of the General's Mansion. In this life, he tried every means to save everyone. He couldn't see his second brother's death, so he resolutely went to the barbarian camp to save the lives of his family members and defend the dignity of the General's Mansion with his own death.

He took Han Shan who knew about it, and agreed to accompany him on the road to Huangquan, but left him behind and returned to this world.

He still remembered the feeling when Han Shan stopped breathing in his arms, the heartache, as if it was about to burst.

Why did I live again?

Why live?

He breathed heavily, his face was flushed, his lips were frighteningly pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"My lord! What's wrong with you, my lord?" The little boy was terrified, and hurriedly grabbed Han Shiqing's sleeve and shook him, "My lord, look at me, don't be like this, just say something!"

Xu Shi's voice was too high-pitched and thin, after all, it finally brought back some of Han Shiqing's sanity, making his empty eyes gradually glow.

"I...it's fine." He pushed the little boy away, got into the quilt again, and wrapped himself tightly so that he could feel better, "You can move a stool and sit here and talk to me. "

He knew that there should be something wrong with his spirit.

Pressure, war, pain, and confusion all made him feel uncomfortable, and even thought of committing suicide just now.

He needs to slowly adjust his state.

The first thing is to try to get in touch with your new identity.

He asked the little boy, "What's my name?"

The little boy was startled and almost jumped up from the bench, "Master! Why don't you even remember your own name!"

Han Shiqing shook his head, and retreated deeper into the quilt, "I have been in a drowsy sleep for too long, and I have forgotten many things..."

Xiaotong was only seven or eight years old, believed his nonsense, and began to answer Han Shiqing's question in every detail.

The identity of his reborn body is Qingyan Building's top Qingguan, called Mr. Yan, who has been doing art for ten years. Unfortunately, a few days ago, a rich and powerful official fell in love with him and said that he would spend 5000 taels. Silver bought his first night.

But this Mr. Yan already has his own heart, and has always kept his chastity for the person he yearns for. Now, how can he be willing to commit himself to that fat official with big ears and glib face.

But the mother in charge was obsessed with money, so she fell in love with the 5000 taels of silver, and told Mr. Yan that night that you are not young, and there will always be a day when you will grow old and look bad, so why not break the previous rules and start picking up guests, and in the evening If you fall in love with this big shot and let him redeem your body in the future, won't you be able to walk out of the Qingyan Building and live a peaceful life.

Of course, Mr. Yan couldn't agree, and almost the moment the mother in charge finished speaking, she refused, and pointed out that except for the young master he liked, he would never be able to accept other guests unless he died.

The mother in charge couldn't get angry, so she found a soft whip and asked someone to hold Mr. Yan, beat him fifty whips back and forth, and poured cold water on him. Mr. Yan's skin was tender and his body was still weak. He had a fever at night, probably He went back to the west in his sleep, and was able to let Han Shiqing enter this body.

It seems that Mr. Yan is also a hard-working person.

Han Shiqing had never been to Shengpingfang in his previous two lifetimes. He only remembered that Mo District was in the southeast corner of Shengpingfang. He and Lin Shicheng passed by here in a hurry, and had a conversation with the prostitutes in Hongyuelou.

At the beginning, he had a bit of disdain for these men and women in Huajie and Liuxiang, thinking that they were dissolute, unseemly, and depraved the world.

But now, after listening to Xiao Tong's narration of Yuan's life experience, he felt mixed feelings for a moment.

Mr. Yan was only ten years old when he was sold to Qingyan Building by the gambling ghost father. Those who were bought and sold in the Jiang Dynasty would lose their household registration and become slaves. They were at the mercy of the buyer, and they could even be executed at will.

Those who were sold into the general's mansion like Han Shan and received good treatment were few.

Mr. Yan was deprived of his name after he was sold, and since then he has only been called Yan.

Seeing his extraordinary appearance, the steward's mother came up with the idea of ​​making him the number one.

After five years of brutal training, Yan Gongzi performed on stage for the first time at the age of 15, and he was highly sought after. In the next ten years, he became the top star of Qingyan Lou without any surprise.

But their livelihood depends on their youth. Now that he is over 25 years old, and he will step down one day sooner or later, the mother in charge plans to use him to make the last big sum of money.

25 years old ...

It was really close to the age before his death in this life.

Han Shiqing never knew that there was such a person in Shengpingfang who looked almost like him, it was really strange.

"My lord, do you want to eat something first?" The boy called Xiao Ci, and he said to Han Shiqing, "You've been sleeping for a day and a night, and you won't be able to bear it if you don't eat something."

After he mentioned it, Han Shiqing also felt hungry, nodded, and asked Xiaotong to prepare it for him.

When Xiaoci walked out, Han Shiqing got out of bed, opened the closed window, and saw the bustling street and warm yellow lanterns, and the aroma of makeup, powder and wine in the air, which dispelled the cold night and blurred the time.

The Shengping Square at night is extraordinarily lively.

Still in pain, Han Shiqing leaned slightly against the window rail, with his arms on the window sill, and looked out. Because the lights were bright, he could see far away.

I saw a horse-drawn carriage passing through the square gate unhurriedly, the horse's hooves thumping and thumping on the bluestone road, and finally stopped at the downstairs of Qingyan Building, and did not move.

Instinctively, Han Shiqing stared at the curtain of the carriage, a little curious about what kind of person would come out of the carriage.

He even held his breath quietly.

The heavy curtain was lifted from the inside, and a slender white hand grabbed the curtain and pushed it aside, bent over and came out, with his back to Han Shiqing, and made a gesture of invitation to the people inside.

The next moment, the person inside leaned out half of his body, and a familiar handsome face was completely exposed to Han Shiqing's gaze, outlined with a layer of golden edges by the warm yellow light.

Han Shiqing clung tightly to the railing of the window, clenched his back teeth, and the expression on his face became quite subtle for a moment.

He still wants to be someone big.

It turned out that the new emperor of Jiang's dynasty came to visit the kilns in Shengpingfang.