Dianxia Qingcheng

What do you mean?

What do you mean you were not stupid before?

The prince Qi Changyi was born like this, isn't it something that everyone knows?

"Speak clearly!"

Pei Zheng's subordinates suddenly increased their strength, and Qi Bingzhi felt that his jaw was about to be crushed by him.

Her eyes blurred from the pain, and she said intermittently, "It seems that your lord doesn't know... that's right... If the queen mother hadn't told me, I wouldn't have thought about it anyway."

It turned out that Qi Changyi was clever and smart when he was young, he could recite poems and eulogies at a young age, and he could speak kind words, which was deeply loved by the emperor.

But at that time, Qi Changyi had been kept in the harem, and he didn't show his face on weekdays, so not many people knew about his childhood.

His mother concubine Ning Guifei was dedicated to the emperor by a foreigner. She did not love the emperor, so she has always been indifferent to the emperor.

But this didn't affect the emperor's love for her and doting on her, rewarding her with the best things, and even giving her a bedroom alone, so that outsiders were not allowed to disturb her.

At that time, compared to the fourth prince Qi Changfeng, the emperor loved his youngest son Qi Changyi more, because Qi Changyi was more like his mother and concubine since he was a child, with gorgeous features, cute and cute.

The emperor also placed high hopes on him, saying that he would definitely become a talent when he grew up.

But who would have thought that when he was seven years old, Qi Changyi suddenly fell ill with a serious illness, and had a high fever for several days and nights, which burned his brain out.

After waking up again, Qi Changyi became a little different, his speech became stumbling, and he completely lost the cleverness before.

As Qi Changyi grew bigger and bigger, the strangeness became more and more obvious. His mind was very simple, so simple that it could even be said to be dull.

Studying with her husband in the study room, he always couldn't learn what the teacher taught him, and would be teased by other princes and princesses in different ways, and every time he went back, he would be injured half of his body.

Concubine Ning was distressed, so she begged the emperor not to let him go to school anymore, and the emperor agreed, and even taught him some things himself.

Later, Concubine Ning's treason and collusion with the enemy happened.

Qi Changyi, without the protection of his mother and concubine, grew up in fear until he met Pei Zheng.

"What happened to a serious illness, but it's just an outside talk..." Qi Bingzhi felt that the air in her body was being taken away bit by bit, and she struggled to say the following words.

"He became like this, it's all man-made!"

The hand on the neck suddenly loosened, Qi Bingzhi hurriedly breathed out, her face was flushed, and she coughed for a long time before it gradually subsided.

"Man-made? Who did it?"

"Fourth Prince..." Qi Bingzhi looked at Pei Zheng and said, "...Qi Changfeng."

Pei Zheng's eyes changed suddenly, he grabbed Qi Bingzhi by the collar, and brought her up to him, "You know what you're talking about!"

"I know that years ago, the 13-year-old fourth prince sneaked out of the palace with the seven-year-old prince to play. The two had a dispute outside. In order to punish the prince, the fourth prince asked him to climb over the palace wall alone. He fell off the high palace wall and hit his head, and after that, he had a high fever for three consecutive days..."

"I don't think Chang Yi himself can remember. It is said that the cause of the dispute between the two outside the palace was because of a little beggar. It's really absurd..."

"Shut up!" For some reason, Pei Zheng's eyes turned red again, and his expression was very strange.

He seemed to be in some kind of pain, and it took him a long time to find his voice, "That was, what day was that year ago?"

Qi Bingzhi was frightened by his appearance, and replied blankly, "Twelfth lunar month, great cold."

With a bang, the bowstring in Pei Zheng's mind snapped, and memories rushed in like a flood of beasts in an instant.

A heart-piercing pain suddenly surged up in his body, and his mind seemed to be split in half by life. Pei Zheng clutched his chest, almost out of breath.

Suddenly, blood overflowed from his lips, and his eyes darkened and he passed out.

Consciousness was slowly withdrawn from the body, and gradually became erratic, drifting across a piece of ice and snow outside, drifting through the bustling imperial capital city, and drifting into a small alley covered with snowflakes.

15-year-old Pei Zheng lives in such a dark and gloomy alley.

"My lord, please do me a favor, let's have some food... I can work, I have great strength, I can pay my wages..."

A disheveled little beggar stood in front of a rich man's house, with his bare feet stepping on fresh snow all over the ground, and the chilblains on the back of his feet were festering and festering.

"Hey, stinky beggar, get out! Don't dirty my master's door here! Get out!"

The butler kicked the little beggar in the chest, and he rolled down the steps and was buried in the deep snow.

The little beggar was so skinny that he was not tall, and he looked very weak. The tattered cloth strips on his body were all in pieces, which couldn't keep out the wind and cold at all.

He lay prone in the snow for a long time and couldn't get up. Just now he rolled down the steps and hit his forehead, the pain made him dizzy.

Seeing the little beggar still lying in front of his house and refusing to leave, the butler was very angry. He walked up to him and stepped on his fingers.

"Hey, don't pretend to be dead here! Hurry up and wake me up, so I can find another place to die quickly, and don't die in front of my house if you want to die!"

The little beggar felt excruciating pain from his fingers, he finally regained some consciousness, and hurriedly tried to pull his fingers out, but the housekeeper refused to let go.

"Hey, when I woke up, I knew you were pretending to me! Isn't this very energetic! Why didn't you get up when I called you just now! Are you kidding me!"

The butler gritted his teeth and increased the strength under his feet. The little beggar curled up in pain. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he suddenly pushed the butler down with his other hand.

The butler threw a dog to eat shit, wiped the snow off his face, and stared at the little beggar angrily.

"How dare you push me! You bastard! I have to teach you a lesson today!"

The butler waved the servants inside the door to come out, dragged the little beggar from the ground rudely, and dragged him directly into the gate, and then the gate was closed tightly.

The housekeeper ordered someone to drag the little beggar all the way to the backyard of the mansion, and then someone beat him up severely.

The butler didn't stop until the little beggar was dying and fell on the snow covered with cuts and bruises.

I just wanted to order someone to drag the little beggar out of the back door and throw him into a deserted alley to die.

The owner of the mansion came back suddenly.

This owner is not an ordinary person, he is actually an official on duty in the court, the official is from the fifth rank, and his surname is Zhao Mingxun.

Zhao Xun saw a few servants supporting him, and looked at the butler.

The housekeeper quickly smiled obsequiously, "My lord, this little beggar is daring. I have punished him, and I am about to send him out." Zhao Xun looked at the thin figure, and walked over .

The housekeeper was a little surprised, "My lord, this beggar is very dirty, you'd better stay away from him, so as not to get dirty."

"It's okay."

Zhao Xun walked over, reached out and lifted the dirty hair sticking to the little beggar's face.

When the white and beautiful face underneath was revealed, the other people who were shocked were stunned.

Although his face was full of dirt, his tightly closed eyes, slightly trembling long eyelashes, straight and straight nose bridge, pale and bloodless thin lips, and delicate and extremely thin and fragile chin...

Those eyes opened slowly, the long and narrow pupils were full of panic and fear, and there was a reserved dignity in their brows and eyes.

How could a beggar living on the streets beg for a living like this?

Zhao Xun suppressed the amazement in his eyes, put on a concerned face, and involuntarily lifted his collar with his fingers.

The little beggar's breath was weak and his voice was extremely low, "My lord, please, forgive me, please spare my life..."

Zhao Xun didn't speak, but the butler saw something different on his face.

"My lord has a generous heart, and he didn't say he was going to kill you! Someone, take him to the guest room and settle him down temporarily. Please ask a man to take a look. You must take good care of him. Do you hear me?"

The servants didn't understand why the butler's face changed so quickly, so they quickly responded and dragged them down.

Zhao Xun stood where he was, watching the back of the little beggar as he left.

"My lord, how is it?" The butler came over, "The young one ordered someone to bring him back because he saw that he was pretty, but he is very hot-tempered." Zhao Xun twitched his fingers, "Fierce!" Well, only strong ones have the taste of conquest, don’t you think?”

The two immediately looked at each other and smiled.

The little beggar didn't expect that he would be so lucky. He met a kind man, so he took him in and treated him like a young master. He served him with good food and drink every day.

The wounds on his body are almost healed, the frostbite has also been cured, and his skin has returned to white and smooth. He is dressed in brocade clothes and looks extremely dignified.

Mr. Zhao is over 40 years old, but has no wife or children, and is often busy with government affairs. He is really a good official with a good conscience.

The little beggar felt sorry for living for nothing, so he offered to ask Zhao Xun to serve him.

The housekeeper immediately agreed, "I wanted to wait for you to cultivate for a while, but since you insist on this, I can't stop you anymore."

The little beggar was full of joy, and took a bowl of hot health soup to Zhao Xun's study.

When he opened the door and entered, Zhao Xun was lighting a candle and writing a chapter. When he looked up and saw the person coming, he took two deep breaths secretly and smiled.

"come over."

The little beggar carried the soup carefully and passed it to Zhao Xun.

"My lord, you have worked hard, drink some hot soup first to warm up your body."

Zhao Xun took the soup, but put it directly on the table, and then fixed his eyes on the person in front of him.

"Don't be cautious, come, come and sit." Zhao Xun patted himself beside him.

The little beggar showed a look of embarrassment, "My lord, this, I'm afraid it's not appropriate..."

Zhao Xun stretched out his hand to give him a hand. He didn't take precautions, and was dragged to sit on Zhao Xun's lap.

"What's inappropriate? This is my lord's study, no one dares to come." Zhao Xun squeezed his slender waist with his big hand, "Except you."

The little beggar froze with fright, only feeling a terrible thing pressing hard on his buttocks, his head was blank, and he didn't know how to react.

Zhao Xun raised his hand and pushed everything on the table aside, then carried the person in his arms onto the table, and hurriedly tore off his clothes.

"I've been waiting for so long, and I've taken care of you. Although you're still a little thinner, you're fine. You just need to take care of it." Zhao Xun took off his clothes for a long time, and couldn't wait. Alright, just take off your pants first.

The little beggar began to struggle desperately, kicking his feet indiscriminately.

Zhao Xun directly separated his legs, breathed quickly and said, "Okay, don't struggle, you can't escape, what do you think I'm raising you for, of course it's to serve me! You still don't want to Get up, why didn't you refuse when you moved in?"

The little beggar burst into tears, struggling to break free with all his strength.

"I...I don't know...I don't know what you want to do...you let me go...let me go...let me go..."

Zhao Xun was scratched by him, became angry, pulled his hair back with his fingers, and whispered in his ear, "Want to leave now? Let me tell you, it's too late! Do you still dare to resist? I let you Revolt!

As he said that, Zhao Xun pulled his head and slammed it hard against the table.

The little beggar's forehead was bled instantly, and the blood covered one of his eyes, and half of his eyes were blood red when he opened them.

He saw the bowl of boiling hot soup on the table, he picked it up regardless and threw it backwards.

The soup bowl happened to spill on Zhao Xun's chest, and he immediately cried out in pain.

The little beggar took this opportunity to get off the table in a hurry, and ran towards the door in a stumbling manner.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he ran out the door, he was knocked unconscious by a stick by the housekeeper guarding the door.

After opening his eyes again, the little beggar found himself thrown in a woodshed with dim light all around.

The clothes on his body are still intact, but the wound on his forehead is more serious, the wound has not been treated, and the blood has dried on it.

The door of the firewood room was opened, and it was the butler who came in. He directed several people to drag the little beggar up from the ground, and dragged him directly to the backyard.

There was a big tree in the backyard, and the little beggar was half-hung from the tree by his wrists. His toes could barely touch the ground, and his entire weight was concentrated on his wrists.A few servants came over with soft whips, and beat him more than a dozen times without saying a word, until his skin was ripped apart.

"You are so brave! How dare you hurt your lord! You are here to let me reflect on myself, when will I wake up, and when will I come down!" After speaking, the butler led a group of people away.

The little beggar opened his mouth halfway, and he couldn't catch his breath for a long time. His body was seriously injured, blood flowed down his body, and flowed into the snow below him, melting a large puddle of blood and snow.

When he was whipped just now, he broke out in a cold sweat. Now that he was blown by the cold wind, he couldn't stop shivering from the cold.

The pain on his body became more and more numb, and his eyelids became heavy, and finally he couldn't hold it anymore and passed out.

The next day, the steward brought the servant over again and asked him if he knew anything wrong.

The little beggar lowered his eyes and did not answer, so he was beaten again.

Still the same on the third day.

The fourth day, the fifth day...

For seven days, the little beggar was hung from a tree for seven days of whipping.

Every time he fainted from the pain, he felt that it was impossible for him to wake up again, but he was always able to wake up from the pain the next day.

Every day, a little maid will come to feed him a few mouthfuls of food and drink to prevent him from dying.

They tortured him and humiliated him, just wanting him to bow his head and admit his mistakes, and want him to submit obediently, but the little beggar would rather die than die.

Finally, let him find a chance to escape.

This day is the twenty-first day of the twelfth lunar month, and it is very cold.

The little maid who was feeding him hastily stuffed a fragment of a porcelain bowl into his hand, and then walked away pretending as if nothing had happened.

The little beggar panicked and squeezed the fragments into his palm, he didn't feel any pain after cutting his palm, he just felt his nervous heart was about to jump out.

That night, the little beggar cut the ropes that bound his wrists, and escaped from the mansion with one step at a time.

He didn't dare to stop, every wound on his body was piercing pain, he couldn't stop, he could only walk quickly, escape quickly, get out of here quickly.

The cold wind blew through his clothes, and the blood on his body was frozen and stopped dripping.

He hid in a small alley, huddled and hid in a pile of broken straw mats, and then couldn't hold on any longer, and slowly lost consciousness.

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but he seemed to hear someone talking in a trance, and a pair of warm little hands stroked his forehead.

Those hands were small, but soft and warm, which made him want to lean towards the heat source involuntarily.

"Do you want me to hug you? How about I hug you? You have lost a lot of blood. Did someone bully you?"

He knew that he must be in a mess right now, but the owner of those hands didn't dislike him. Instead, he opened a small embrace, held his head in his arms, and gently stroked his hair to comfort him. .

"Okay, okay, stop crying, does the wound hurt, it won't hurt if I give you a whir."

It seemed that there was really hot air blowing on the wound on the forehead, which was so warm that it could melt the ice all over his body.

"Are you hungry? I'll go buy you some delicious food, okay? You can wait here obediently for me?"

The little beggar couldn't open his eyes, he could only see through a small slit, a small white ball ran past his eyes, ran towards the outside of the alley, turned his head three times uneasy, and then disappeared.

All of this was too illusory, too unreal, he had never encountered this kind of warm kindness before, so he thought he was just hallucinating, and soon fell into a coma again.

It really was an illusion, the little man who left really didn't come back.

On the contrary, there was a bustling movement from the entrance of the alley, and several people walked in.

The leader walked up to him, who seemed to be about the same age as him, but dressed in luxurious clothes, proud and dignified, with an extraordinary temperament.

The little beggar has regained some consciousness, but he still can't move, his face is as pale as paper, and the wound on his body hurts extremely when he moves.

The noble man said, "It turns out that he is a stinky beggar, and he insisted on taking him back to the palace. I think he is getting more and more unruly, and he wants to act recklessly just because he has favor!"

The people next to him thought that the little beggar was still in a coma, and persuaded him in a low voice, "Your Highness, Fourth Prince, please don't be angry, this beggar's origin is unknown, so he will definitely not be able to take him back. Besides, it's getting late now, let's go back to the palace as soon as possible." Bar."

The fourth prince cast a contemptuous glance at the beggar who had collapsed on the ground, snorted coldly, and was about to turn around and leave.

Unexpectedly, the little beggar suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at the people who appeared outside the alley with some fear. It was people from the Zhao family who came after them!

what to do!What should he do!

The little beggar tried his best to prop himself up, crawled to the feet of the fourth prince, reached out and gently tugged at the hem of his clothes.

"Please... you... help... I... please..."

He spoke intermittently, and his side was covered with dirty bloodstains.

The fourth prince gave him a disgusted look, and kicked him aside, "Don't touch me, I'm so dirty!"

The guards who followed hurriedly came over and pulled the little beggar aside, picked him up and threw him against the wall without mercy, and let his body hang limply to the ground, not forgetting the pain in his wound. Step on a few feet.

"You stinky beggar! You don't even weigh how much you weigh yourself. Anyone dares to touch you. You have eaten the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard!"

The fourth prince watched from the side with folded arms, watching the little beggar curled up into a ball unable to resist being stepped on.

His eyes suddenly met the little beggar's. The fourth prince was startled by the coldness and hatred in his eyes, and exclaimed, "How dare you stare at me!"

When the guards heard this, they stepped on it even harder. The little beggar was struggling to raise his head, his eyes were hidden behind his messy hair.

The fourth prince stopped a few guards, walked towards the entrance of the alley, and said as he walked, "It's really bad luck to meet such a dirty thing!"

After walking to the entrance of the alley, he happened to run into the person from the Zhao residence.

The steward of the Zhao residence saw that this person was definitely a powerful person, so he approached him with a smile, "My lord, do you dare to ask if you have seen a little beggar who was injured?"

The fourth prince sneered, and pointed to the alley kindly, "There are people in there, but I taught him a lesson for not knowing."

The butler thanked him with a smile, and rushed into the alley with the people...

The little beggar was brought back to Zhao's mansion again, this time in exchange for more severe punishment and whipping, but he still refused to give in at all, and even kicked his precious life bump when Zhao Xun insisted on bowing.

Zhao Xun was so angry that he lost his mind, ordered the little beggar to be beaten to death, broke his finger bones, and quietly threw him to the dead man's post in the middle of the night.

Heavy snow fell one after another, covering the dead man's hill layer upon layer.

— On the vast snowy ground, there was a long bloodstain, as if someone had climbed out of the dead man's hill and climbed up to the official road.

A red figure was lying in the middle of the official road, his whole body was full of blood, and the blood stained a large expanse of white snow red.

A carriage drove up from a distance, and the person sitting on it was a talented young imperial physician, surnamed Jiang and named Yubai, who had rushed to the palace to appoint him.

In the following four years, the Pei family finally recognized their only son who was living outside, and then the new prime minister, Pei Zheng, was notoriously cruel, cruel and ruthless.The first thing he did was to find a reason to punish Zhao Xun, who had resigned from office and returned home at that time, and executed more than [-] people in the entire Zhao family.Zhao Xun was imprisoned in the prison of the prime minister's mansion, and after being punished, he was thrown to the barracks, where he was tortured to death by dozens of thick men.The butler had his fingers and toes pulled out, and then he was thrown to the dead man's hill and buried alive.

I heard that Prime Minister Pei also tried to find a little maid in the Zhao Mansion, but failed in the end.