His Majesty raises cubs in the entertainment circle

AD 618, the tenth day of March in the second year of Sui and Yining.

The fire spread all over the sky from the east city of Jiangdu, like a fire dragon swallowing mountains and rivers, refining the turbid world and everything.Accompanied by the sound of shouting, Doctor Zhengyi, General Wu Benlang, together with Menzhige and Doctor Tongyi jointly rebelled, and the rebels rushed into Jiangdu Palace, entered Yongxiang all the way, and approached the Palace of Chengxiang where Sui Emperor Yang Guang stayed in Yanxie. .

The rebels surrounded the main hall, but they faintly heard inaudible singing coming from the hall. The low and hoarse voice contained a faint smile. I don't know if it was a smile or self-deprecating, echoing the words "Dang, Dang, Dang..." With a crisp beat, everything seems to be an illusion in the dark night.

"I can't go back after asking for it. It's going to be a mess. Birds are singing to persuade people to drink, and plum blossoms are laughing at killing people..."

In the Hall of Imaging, there was silence.

Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty, with hair hanging down his shoulders, leaned on a soft couch, stepped on three legs, and carried gold chopsticks with dragon bite pearls in his hand. Slightly closing her eyes, as if enjoying herself, she lightly opened her thin cool lips, and sang in a low voice: "Plum blossoms... kill people with a smile..."

After he finished singing, he threw away the chopsticks and chopsticks of Long Yaozhu, picked up the bronze mirror, and raised his head slightly. The power of the emperor.

Slender and strong fingers rubbed along his neck, gently outlining his Adam's apple, and then, as if he was amused by something, he praised softly: "Good head and neck, who should cut it?"

Such a good head and neck, who should cut it off?

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Yang Guang was immersed in the darkness, the rebels rushed into the Hall of Elephants, Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty committed suicide, and the Great Sui Dynasty was "burned"...

"Beautiful, young and intelligent", at the age of 13, he was canonized as a king, the official worshiped the Zhu Kingdom, commanded the soldiers and horses of Bingzhou, personally participated in the North-South Unification War, and helped his father Yang Jian unify the country.Yang Guang never thought that such a great achievement would end up like this.

squeak-

Yang Guang moved slightly, and the dark numbness receded slowly, like the ebbing sea, releasing Yang Guang submerged in the gloom little by little.

The thin lips opened and closed slightly, and the protruding Adam's apple quickly rolled twice. Yang Guang suddenly let out a breath, relieved his oppressed chest, and took two deep breaths.

Opening his eyes suddenly, he was not surrounded by the hustle and bustle of Jiangdu Palace, nor the grace of Chengxiang Palace. Yang Guang slowly turned his eyes, everything was very strange.

Strange beds, strange desks, strange furnishings, and even Yang Guang's own clothes became strange.

Yang Guang frowned slightly, lowered his head to look at himself.It should be lying on a bed, Yang Guang didn't wear a shirt, his chest was exposed, when he lowered his head, he saw a bright scar in the middle of his chest, it should be an old wound, from his experience, it was obviously an arrow wound, And the wound was deep and the scar was heavy.

Yang Guang carefully recalled that when the rebels rushed into the Hall of Imagination, he obviously committed suicide and died. He had never suffered such a serious injury on his chest since he was a child. How did this wound come from.

"Hiss..." As he was thinking, the arrow wound on his chest suddenly hurt so badly, Yang Guang subconsciously pressed the wound, how could such an old wound suddenly hurt?Not only the pain from the arrow wound, but also the blunt pain in the forehead. Like a revolving lantern in my mind, many messy scenes suddenly appeared, flashed by, and I couldn't grasp anything, as if I had forgotten something important.

But what exactly he forgot, even Yang Guang himself didn't know...

Yang Guang sat up from the bed, with a crisp sound of "Dang--" he knocked down the beer bottle beside the bed. The beer bottle still contained half a bottle of beer from the previous night, rolled on the ground, making a gurgling sound, remaining Foamy beer was spilled all over the floor, and the bottle almost knocked over the floor lamp by the bed.

The floor was covered with smelly wine bottles, leftover takeaways were piled up in the corner, and even changed clothes were thrown all over the floor.

The floor lamp was flickering "crackling", flickering on and off, reflecting Yang Guang's ruthless complexion.

There was still a chattering sound in the room. On the messy desk, the computer was turned on all night, tirelessly playing unofficial jokes that people talked about.

A distorted voice came out from the computer's built-in speaker: "Let's talk about this tyrant, Yang Guang, who is not as good as a beast! The old man missed his mother and concubine before he died, and even his own sister..."

Although Yang Guang didn't know why that square thing could make a sound, when he heard this, his face sank, his brows slightly frowned, and he grabbed the crackling and flickering floor lamp with his hands, "Crack----!!!" There was a loud noise. Noise, just throw it out.

Yang Guang led the army at the age of 13 and fought countless battles, but he was not a soft rice boy who only appeared in jokes or TV dramas and only soaked in women.His arm strength was amazing, and when he swung the floor lamp, the muscles of his upper arm suddenly bulged, and the wires made a sound of snapping. The floor lamp as tall as a person quickly smashed into the noisy computer. After the loud noise, the computer and the floor lamp died together, splashing glass all over the floor Scum.

"ah--!!"

At the same time, a woman's scream came from the bathroom, a woman with wet hair ran out of it, wearing a bath towel, saw the wreckage in the bedroom, and Yang Guang's sullen face, trembling with fear.

"Guest, guest..." The woman stammered and asked, "Do you still want to do it?"

Yang Guang opened his eyes and suddenly came to a strange and unfamiliar place. Coupled with the dull pain from the arrow wound in his chest, and the pain of hangover in his head and stomach, he was naturally in a bad mood. As the emperor, he never wronged himself , uttered a word in a cold and gloomy voice: "Get lost."

The woman was so frightened that she didn't have time to dry off, so she ran away wrapped in a bathrobe, slammed into the door and rushed out, chanting: "Crazy!"

Yang Guang stood up, kicked open the wine bottles all over the floor with his bare feet, walked to the "mirror mirror", reflected his own face, which was clearly his own face, and even his figure was exactly the same.

The healthy wheat-colored skin glowed in the morning light, and her long hair fell down her shoulders. She didn't comb it, but she didn't look messy, but a little lazy.But long hair doesn't make Yang Guang look soft, but adds to his sharp and gloomy temperament.His body is bare and muscular, with old wounds on his shoulders and in front of his body. They are medals from fighting on the battlefield. He has accompanied Yang Guang all his life, but the arrow wound on his chest is very strange, and he is not allowed to think about it. , Every time I think about it, I feel a splitting headache.

Yang Guang was a man who had been an emperor. No matter how unbearable Emperor Sui Yang was in the legends of later generations, he was indeed the emperor who participated in the unification of the North and the South, reformed the official system, conquered the barbarians, built water conservancy, and expanded the territory.

Standing in an unfamiliar environment, Yang Guang quickly calmed down.

I am alive again...

Yang Guang looked down, picked up a shirt on the ground, it looked like clothes, and put it on his body.

"stop fighting!"

"Woooooo... Mom, mom, stop beating..."

"Mom, I was wrong, woo-don't hit... woo..."

Yang Guang had a headache and hangover, and when he heard the children crying outside the door, he couldn't help but frowned, walked over impatiently, and with a loud bang, opened the door violently.

He had just seen the woman slam the door and leave. Su Xiao was extremely smart and insightful, and he had already learned how to open the door after just watching it once.

When Yang Guang walked out, a sweet and greasy smell came over his face. A four or five-year-old boy was squatting on the floor of the corridor, just opposite his house.

The little boy had a small bun-faced face, his eyes were red from crying, and the tears flowed down his face continuously, he was sobbing and unable to speak a complete sentence, he kept hiccupping, and coughed.

The little boy was squatting with his head in his arms. Because it was summer, the sleeves of his clothes were short, and his exposed two little arms were covered with bruises and bloodstains, all of which were intricate and intricate. The strange thing was that the little boy had nothing but bloodstains and There were scars, and there were sweet cakes hanging all over his face and body. This was the sweet smell that Yang Guang could smell.

An unkempt middle-aged woman chased out from the opposite door, grabbed the little boy, and held the crushed cake in her hand. The sweet cream was crushed into foam, and the soft cake was crushed into crumbs and sour. The sweet and appetizing strawberries exploded, as if dripping blood.

The middle-aged woman tore at the little boy's hair, forcing him to look up, his eyeballs were protruding, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, laughing and shouting: "Eat!! Why don't you eat the cake I gave you? ! You pervert!! Eat—give it to me!!!"

"Woo... Mom... Hiccup... Mom, don't hit me, Wo... I'm not a father, Wuwu... Woe, Woe, Don't hit me..."

Many people in the corridor had heard the cries, and they all opened the doors and came out to watch, sighing thoughtfully.

"Sin! Beating the child again! Whoops!"

"This woman is also quite pitiful. Her husband cheated! Still..." The old lady lowered her voice and said, "Still fooling around with a man and was caught by this woman on the spot!"

"What? Isn't his husband a university professor? Why is he a pervert? Fooling around with men? Poor, or this woman would be driven crazy!"

"I heard that the woman brought the child back to her mother's house. She wanted to come back early to celebrate the man's birthday, and brought back a cake she made by herself. Who would have known... Hey! It's pitiful to catch the rape on the spot! Isn't it driven crazy? Well! Keep forcing his son to eat cake!"

"Then you can't beat the child like this! What crime did the child do?"

The old lady stopped the neighbor: "Don't meddle in your own business, we don't care about her own family affairs! What's more, didn't you see that woman's crazy appearance? Her son was beaten like this, if she went crazy , I heard that if you have a mental problem, murder and arson are not illegal!"

After thinking about it, those sympathetic grandparents quickly retreated into the door. Although the door was not closed, no one dared to meddle in their own business.

Yang Guang's tall body stood in front of the door, watching such a "farce" indifferently, and wanted to turn his head and leave indifferently. At this moment, he suddenly heard "da da da", the little boy broke free from the woman's tearing, Like a small cannonball, it rushed towards Yang Guang.

bang...

It hit Yang Guang's calf.

The little boy's body was not as tall as Yang Guang's legs, and his two short arms hugged Yang Guang's knees tightly. His eyes were full of longing for help, and he choked up and cried, "Dad...Dad!"

The word father originated very early, and it was not imported. It was recorded in "Guang Ya", but most people didn't call it like this in ancient times, but Yang Guang also understood what the little boy meant.

Yang Guang frowned, and said indifferently, "I'm not your father."

The little boy broke free, and the woman screamed madly, and chased after the little boy, yelling, "Run!? Have you learned how to run?! You bastard!! Just like your father! I'll kill you! Kill you!" You'll be relieved!"

The woman raised her hand and slapped the little boy with a squeegee.

"Hiss..." For a moment, Yang Guang didn't know why, and the arrow wound on his chest suddenly felt dull pain. The more the little boy cried, the more painful Yang Guang's wound was. A heart seemed to be torn apart.

"Crack!" Yang Guang raised his hand to stop him, but the woman's ear scraper missed the little boy and hit Yang Guang's arm forcefully.

Yang Guang didn't know what he was thinking, maybe he was confused by the pain. After he slapped the little boy, Yang Guang, the always calm and impersonal tyrant, suddenly picked up the little boy on the ground and turned around. Head strode away, turned down the stairs, disappeared at the end of the corridor, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The woman was stunned, and the neighbor was stunned.

After a long time, the neighbors burst into shouts: "The child was robbed!"

Yang Guang hugged the little boy, no, it might be better to say that he carried the little boy like a sack and strode away. When he walked out of the building, he regretted it instantly.

Outside the gate of the building is an old community with mottled greenery, like a bald scalp. On the left hand is a small pavilion that has been in disrepair. Yang Guang walked over with the little boy on his shoulders and put the boy in the corner of the pavilion. Let him sit on the stone table.

The little boy is inexplicably well-behaved. He was "snatched" by a strange man, and he didn't even make a fuss. Her short legs and thin shoulders twitched, probably holding back her crying.

Yang Guang took a second look at the child, it seemed... a bit kind?But he was sure he didn't know any baby.

Yang Guang said coldly, "What's your name?"

The little boy was sobbing and took several deep breaths before he calmed down his crying. He raised his head timidly, his face as white as milk was covered with glaring bloodstains, and the sweet and greasy cream. Said: "Wo... My name is Yang Jian."

Yang Jian?

Yang Guang's heart was shocked, no wonder he had a kind face, this child was so similar to his father, even his name was exactly the same.

Yang Guang's indifferent eyes moved slightly, but he did not forget that in order to seize power, he "destroyed" his father in Renshou Palace.

Yang Guang said lightly: "Don't wander around here, I have something important to do, and I will pick you up in a while."

He said, mercilessly, left the little boy, turned around and left.

The little boy's slender hands grabbed the corner of Yang Guang's shirt, his eyes were even more timid, the eye sockets were clearly covered with wounds, and the black eyes like lacquer were full of hopeless hope, looking deeply at him, He even looked into Yang Guang's indifferent heart.

Yang Guang had an illusion that my ruthlessness was seen through by this little child...

The little boy choked up and said, "Wo... I'm obedient, waiting... here, this... this is the most precious baby of Wo... for you."

As the little boy said, he let go of the corner of Yang Guang's clothes, and held it with his two hands, spreading out his fleshy palms, as if he was holding a rare treasure, a night pearl that "can illuminate the front and back of twelve cars".

——a cheap coconut candy with yellow spots and transparent sugar paper.

The little boy's tear-bubbled eyes were about to burst, he held back his tears, and said hopefully, "No...don't throw away the nest..."