Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

"Okay." Jiang Yu nodded, with gratitude in his eyes, "Thank you for giving me this opportunity to choose."

In any case, according to what Han Shiqing said, it should be that he will not tell anyone his identity.This is the greatest guarantee for his survival.

What bothers him now is which of the two choices Han Shiqing gave him, which one should he choose.

At this time in his previous life, he had already planned his life.

In order to climb from low to high, he must have a sufficiently gorgeous step.

A soldier walks a dangerous path and enlists in the army. If he is recommended by the general's mansion, his future road will be a hundred times easier.

So he found Han Shiqing...

He knew the character of Emperor Yuan'an, self-willed, violent and impulsive, eager to make great achievements, Yuan Xian was close to sycophants, and it was only a matter of time before his power weakened.

At that time, he, who is full of wings, can take advantage of the void and sit on the throne.

Because the mother and concubine were prostitutes brought by the late emperor from the people without any background, Jiang Yu was used to seeing the dangers of the royal harem since he was a child.

Those who taught him these things were not only those harem concubines and bullying princes, but also his own mother.

His mother seemed weak, but there was nothing good behind her back, otherwise it would not have been possible to "smoothly" give birth to Jiang Yu.

After all, at that time, many people wanted to let Jiang Yu die in the womb, and they didn't even give her the chance that mother and child were precious.

Jiang Yu's mother didn't treat him well, and even said that he only regarded him as a tool for power and power, and had extremely strict requirements on him in every aspect, and when he did something bad, he would beat him or scold him.

When Jiang Yu was a child, the underside of his robe was often blue and purple, one piece after another.

But no matter how hard he tried, his birth time was still too late for other princes.

With no background, no power, and before his rise, the current Emperor Yuan'an forced the late Emperor to abdicate, radically took over the imperial power, and launched a purge event.

The mother and concubine who had been abusing him also died under Han Jingyu's long sword in the chaotic massacre.

He will always remember that this woman tightly blocked the wooden box where he hid until she died.

Those wide eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment that couldn't be resolved, and it was deeply imprinted on Jiang Yu's heart at that moment.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yu already had a choice in his mind.

He will not give up the general's mansion, nor will he give up Han Shiqing.

The answer is obvious.

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As night approached, but the rain was not slow, Han Shiqing took the medicinal materials purchased by the servant from Han Shan, and was silent for a moment, but asked Han Shan to bring the simple cooking stove and cooking tools to the west. box.

He moved a bench, sat in front of the stove, skillfully lit a fire, held a small fan, and boiled the medicine.

The place where he placed the stove was separated from Jiang Yu's bed by a screen. The window was opened not far away, and part of the smoke drifted out of the window, but part of it still let Jiang Yu choke in, causing him to cough a few times.

"Didn't you say you won't give me the medicine?" Jiang Yu relaxed a little after making the choice, his mind was a little confused, and his words were nasal, hoarse and soft, "What are you doing now? "

He still had some hope in his heart, hoping that Han Shiqing would change his mind and take a step back from him.

But the person who was boiling the medicine was silent for a while, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"I'm just brewing medicine, who said that this medicine is boiled for you?" Han Shiqing stood up, leaning on the screen, with a small fan on his shoulder, and said to Jiang Yu: "I promised father that I will boil medicine for you personally." , naturally I have to put on a show and tell you, I will pour this medicine outside when it is finished, the rain is so heavy, it will definitely disappear as soon as it is washed, do you want to drink? No way!"

"..." Jiang Yu choked on his words, coughed a few more times, his face was already red and purple.

Han Shiqing was a man of his word. As soon as the medicine was ready, he opened the door, poured it outside, and muttered as he poured it, "I won't give it to you, even if it's for the dog."

The curative medicine that has been boiled for more than half an hour just dispersed with the rain and disappeared into the mud, leaving no residue.

The night was getting deeper, and the high fever continued to ferment. Jiang Yu could only feel his head buzzing, his body was hot and cold, his eyeballs were dry, his mouth was dry as hell, and his vocal cords trembled for a long time before he uttered an incomplete sentence, " Water... drink water..."

Han Shiqing was sitting at the table next to the bed, chewing with relish the sweet and sour pork ribs that Chef Hao of the General's Mansion is best at. Hearing Jiang Yu's meowing request, he spat out a clean bone and knocked on the table with his chopsticks. Yan, asked Jiang Yu.

"What are you talking about? Speak up, I can't hear you."

"Water..." Jiang Yu was so burned that he almost didn't know where he was. He could only hear Han Shiqing calling him, so he repeated his request.

"Shi Qing, I want to drink water..."

Han Shiqing paused when he tapped the edge of the table, and some long-standing memories came to his mind.

It was the second year Jiang Yu went to the northern border. He led a small group of cavalry to explore the way in the mountains and valleys outside the city, but was ambushed by barbarians. The 20-man team was almost wiped out, and Jiang Yu disappeared.

When Han Shiqing heard the news, he set off immediately, killed three horses, and rushed to the north day and night.

At that time, everyone said that Jiang Yu was dead, and it was impossible for him to be alive under those circumstances.

Even if he didn't die under the scimitar of the barbarians, he still couldn't escape the gang of hungry beasts in the mountain stream.

Only Han Shiqing didn't believe it, and went into the mountain stream with a burst of momentum, red eyes, desperately looking for someone, holding on to the belief that if you want to see people, you will see corpses, until you see the expression on the face leaning on the stone wall in the cave. Pale boy.

At that time, Jiang Yu looked at him, his eyes seemed to be carrying some light, and he smiled away.

The first thing he said was: "Shi Qing, I want to drink water."