Bandits raising buns

That day, the young man did not wait for the person he was thinking of in his heart after all, he knelt all night facing the place to the south where the gongs and drums were blaring.The boy's eyes widened, as if he wanted to hear the voice of joy clearly.The next day, he cut his own wrist with the fragment of the teacup in his hand.So ruthless, without hesitation.

He has no cares and cares, and is home everywhere. Back then, that person brought him to this prosperous secular world and made him get used to this kind of life. Now that person doesn't want him, and he doesn't know how to live.

The red liquid dripped down, staining the ground.The next day was a rainy day, and the sound was connected with the sound of the rain outside. When the strong man pushed the door and entered, the boy was lying in a pool of blood, his fair face was bloodless.

The boy's eyes were still open, those big lifeless eyes, tragic and desperate.The strong man felt his legs go limp for a while, and knelt down straight.

And then, and then what happened?

What happened afterwards seemed to be a secret, a secret of the royal family, no one dared to mention it, no one dared to talk about it.

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It was the season of warm spring and flowers blooming, the trees were full of shade, insects and birds were singing, and there was vitality everywhere.

In front of the sandalwood table, silk canvas.A young man in a green shirt sat in front of the drawing table, sketching and sketching, the expression on the young man's face was full of seriousness.

The scholar came to look for him. The scholar was wearing a white shirt and approached slowly. He patted the young man's head with the cattail fan in his hand and asked curiously, "What are you painting?"

The boy held the painting in front of the scholar, and his loose sleeves fell down, revealing a section of snow-white arm. There was a dark red scar on the boy's wrist, which was particularly eye-catching.

The scholar's eyes froze for a moment, and then quickly fell on the painting in the young man's hand.The painting was a pitch-black mass, like a pig and like a dog, and finally became nothing like anything.

"Sir, do you think my drawing is okay?" the boy asked with bright eyes.

The scholar looked at the ink seriously, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "It is vivid and lifelike, looking at it from below, it looks like the beast in that strange biography."

The boy widened his eyes and snatched his painting from the scholar.He carefully dried the ink on it, gently stroked the things on the painting with his fingertips, as if touching the most precious thing in the world, so obsessed and reluctant to part

Later, the scholar learned from the young man that his painting was Duan Wang Li Ci.It's a dumbfounding thing to say, but this boy is unique for daring to paint Duan Wang Li Ci like that, and also able to paint the handsome Duan Wang like that.

The young man put down the painting, put it away seriously, and then sighed faintly: "Sir, I feel a little in a trance recently, and I didn't sleep well at night. Could it be that too many people were killed on the battlefield? When I grow up, those people will turn into ghosts and come to me?"

The scholar looked at the young man's still childish face, and thought about what he said just now, "I'm old now", the scholar counted his age, and suddenly felt a little sad.

"Young master Zhao, you are sixteen years old this year, and you are still four years away from the year of the weak crown." The scholar reminded.

The young man suddenly realized, and then patted his chest happily: "It seems that I am in my prime, and those ghosts and gods still dare not pester me."

The sun was high, and it was noon, the boy's stomach rumbled, and an attendant hurriedly brought him food.

The white rice is fragrant, and the dishes are first-class. The perch is a species raised in the dry river, and it was sent over thousands of miles away.The boy invited the scholar over for dinner, and the scholar was not polite, and sat down opposite the boy.

The boy bit his chopsticks and waited for the perch for a while, but he didn't put down his chopsticks, and the scholar was not allowed to eat.The scholar's chopsticks were picked up by the young man on the ground, the scholar lowered his head to pick it up, and heard the young man ask the attendant something.

The boy asked, "Where's Li Ci? Why don't you come to have lunch?"

The attendant waited for Ai Ai for a while before saying: "My lord, the prince is eating at the concubine's place."

As soon as the scholar sat down, the boy clamped a fast fish to his mouth and stuffed it into his mouth.The scholar's mouth was stuffed with fish meat, mixed with the fishbone.The young man was staring at him with a pair of big eyes, his eyes were burning, and the scholar couldn't spit it out, so he bit and swallowed it bit by bit.

The bowl of white rice in front of the boy was still full, and the boy didn't eat a single bite.

"He clearly said he would come over." The young man cursed in a low voice, "Bastard."

The boy climbed up the stairs to prune the trees. The trees in spring grew wildly, and the branches were a little messy.The boy's life was a bit boring, so he drove away the servants who pruned the branches and started to do it himself.

Maybe it was because the sunlight was too strong, or maybe it was because of the neglected hunger, the boy suddenly felt dizzy, and the sun in the sky also dispersed, turning from one into two.

The boy fell down the stairs, and the squire trembled with fright.Anyone who has served young people knows that Mr. Zhao is the prince's favorite. Whenever Mr. Zhao is injured a little, the people around him will feel the same way a thousand times.The panicked attendants could only stare blankly, but luckily the scholar was still there.

The scholar carried the boy into the room, gave him medicine, and took his pulse.Scholar is not a simple scholar, he knows some martial arts and some medical skills.

The scholar's expression suddenly changed, and he stared at the boy's stomach with an unpredictable expression.

At that time, King Duan and Concubine Duan were in the bedroom, and the melodious sound of the piano flowed out from the bedroom, and King Duan's eyes fell on Concubine Duan's fingers that were like peeling onion roots.The attendants were scared out of their wits, how could they dare to report to the prince.

Time passed by, and the boy lying on the bed finally opened his eyes.The boy's face was a little pale, he was full of martial arts, but he didn't know when he started, his body was so soft that he couldn't use any strength.

The boy turned his head, and saw the scholar frowning at him with a very ugly expression on his face.

The young man suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. He looked at the scholar with a little panic, but also a faint anticipation.The boy asked: "Sir, what kind of incurable disease do I have?"

The scholar shook his head, sighed again, and then nodded again. These actions completely confused the boy.

The scholar finally said, "It's more absurd than that incurable disease."

The teenager opened his mouth wide.

The scholar's eyes fell on the boy's stomach: "It's absurd for a man to have a child, but Mr. Zhao, I'm looking at your pulse, and it's indeed a happy pulse."

The boy punched it, but unfortunately the strength was so weak that the scholar didn't move at all.

"How... how is it possible?"

Teenager surprised, terrified.He is a man, and suddenly one day, someone actually told him that you are happy.This is so ridiculous, so ridiculous that he wants to punch him down, whether he has it or not, he wants to punch the thing out of his stomach.

"You're talking nonsense!" the boy said coldly.

The scholar shook his head: "I won't be wrong." Although the scholar is not very proficient in medical skills, he will definitely not be wrong when he looks at the Ximai.

"This is... Prince Duan's child?"

The scholar's words woke up the boy.Li Ci's child, from panic to surprise, only at that moment.The woman in the south courtyard once teased him that even if he was favored by the prince, he would not be able to give birth to a baby.He knew that the woman in the south courtyard had tried her best to give Li Ci a child.That woman, if she knew that she had a child...

From surprise to joy in the boy's eyes, everything fell into the scholar's eyes.

The scholar sighed again: "Mr. Zhao, no matter how you decide, there is one thing I want to tell you. The matter of a man giving birth to a child happened not long ago. The son of An Yihou's family has more Such a thing. This kind of thing is very taboo in Southern Qi. It disturbs the relationship between people and is as noble as the son of the Anyi Hou family. In the end, he can't escape being regarded as a monster and burned to death."

"Li Ci that bastard, dare not treat me as a monster!" The young man snorted and said.

The boy got up, picked out a nice dress, put it on, and walked towards the south courtyard.The young man seldom stepped into the south courtyard on weekdays because of the eccentric Princess Duan and those servants who despised him, but this day, the young man held his head high like a victorious rooster.

There was indeed a war waiting for him.Whether he wins or loses, he fights for the love of a man, and fights for a lifetime.

The young man walked outside Princess Duan's bedroom, the place was extremely lively, servants came in and out, the young man was out of place walking there.The boy hesitated for a moment, but still walked a few steps inside, and then saw the man he was thinking about.

King Duan was wearing a white robe, his hair was a little messy, but there was a strange expression between his handsome brows, like joy.

The young man was a few steps away from King Duan, and the two of them looked at each other like this, as their eyes flashed, it seemed that they didn't need to say anything, and neither seemed to understand the other.

"Li Ci, I have something to tell you." The young man said, "Come out with me."

Duan Wang stood still, staring at him with a pair of phoenix eyes.

Duan Wang said: "Lian'er is happy." His voice couldn't hide his joy.

The boy subconsciously took two steps back. He suddenly felt a little dizzy and his head was spinning, but he still stood upright and would not fall down.