Those years of being a bodyguard for Bingjiao

◎Princess Qingping◎

At this time, there are no flowers in the garden, and the vegetation is not lush.

Because it wasn't a fight, it was just a casual exchange, so Yu Zhicong didn't even catch the guards, and let Yu Qing and Shen Baiyi fight directly.

Yu Qing broke into a cold sweat in his heart, if he had wished for Shen Baiyi to be killed on the spot before, now it is different from the past, he still has to weigh up not to be too ruthless.

Shen Baiyi put her right hand behind her back, and first made a defensive posture. After a few moves, she found that Yu Qing didn't use all her strength at all, and even only had three points.

Too much, as a killer, doesn't feel the respect it deserves!

She frowned, then turned around 360 degrees and launched a sneak attack, hitting Yu Qing's back with her knee.

He was in pain, and subconsciously glanced at Yu Zhicong.

Shen Baiyi noticed his action, felt a little helpless, and immediately stopped this extremely boring competition: "I won't play anymore."

Yu Zhicong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why?"

It's all because of your big pig's hoof!

Shen Baiyi shook her head: "I don't want to play anymore." Now she is really no different from that parrot.

Yu Zhicong also saw that her interest was fading, so he couldn't help but glance at Yu Qing with slight dissatisfaction, the latter looked blank.

"It's almost time, can I take you out of the house after dinner?" Yu Zhicong said hesitantly.

Shen Baiyi was startled, this was the first time he took the initiative to bring her out, and seriously, she had never strolled on the street.

There is such a great opportunity in front of him that it is impossible to justify it without nodding wildly.

Shen Baiyi didn't even eat seriously, her heart was already floating outside.The last few people packed lightly and left the mansion just after dark.

A carriage was pulled, Yu Qing was sitting in the front room as the driver, Yu Zhicong and Shen Baiyi were sitting in the carriage, and Yu Lan was hiding in the dark to protect secretly.

When ordinary people see it, they will only think that this is a businessman out of the street, and they will not think of it as Yu Zhicong at all.

Shen Baiyi will lift the curtain to look outside after a while, and if he hears a sound outside, he will put his ear against the car wall and listen furtively.

What can be heard on the street, but I want to stay in the Hou's mansion for a long time, and everything I see feels new.

These actions are different in Yu Zhicong's eyes, he only feels that Shen Baiyi's stay in the killer organization was too pathetic.

When the carriage approached the busy market, it stopped. Standing at the end of the market, Shen Baiyi always felt a little unreal, as if he was dreaming.

The most popular activity at night in Kyoto is the brothel, and the smell of Yingying Yanyan's powder and soft and greasy voice can be heard from far away.

Because there is no curfew, the vendors in the street market are full of energy just like in the daytime.

Although Yu Zhicong was only wearing simple clothes, it was hard to hide his aura of nobility, and the aura of the superior was hard to ignore, and he was whispering everywhere he went, which nobleman is this?

Shen Baiyi took a step away from his figure, making no secret of his novelty about these things, standing behind him, poking his head, looking left and right.

Yu Qing sneered at her unseen appearance.

When the girls outside the brothel gate saw Yu Zhicong from a distance, they thought he was a fat pig to slaughter, but when they really came to see Yu Zhicong, no one dared to go up and throw a handkerchief.

Whether it's Yu Zhicong's eyes that are so cold that people are freezing to death, or the sword on Yu Qing's body, they are all daunting. You push me and you push you, and in the end, you can only watch a few people walk away.

Shen Baiyi was attracted by all kinds of gadgets in this busy city, and when she walked to a teahouse, there were bursts of applause inside, and she paused.

Yu Qing glanced at it, and said clearly: "This is a place for storytelling."

Shen Baiyi only watched it on TV, and also wanted to see if those storytellers were all knowledgeable and could tell a lot with a clever mouth.

Yu Zhicong glanced at her: "Go in and sit down."

The young man guarding the door saw that they were well-dressed, so he hurried forward to greet them enthusiastically, leading them directly to the most expensive room, grinning at the corner of his mouth, and asked, "What would you like to drink? "

Yu Qing sternly stared at him, the young man was frightened by his murderous look and backed away one after another, after a while Yu Zhicong said: "Bring the wine."

Shen Baiyi stopped him: "No, no, drink tea today."

There was an impatient look in Yu Zhicong's eyes, and she immediately persuaded: "How can the wine in this teahouse be as good as the wine in our house?"

The little guy didn't dare to say anything, so Shen Baiyi finally decided to drink tea.

The teahouse is very large, and if you look out of the window of this wing room, you can see the storyteller spitting all over the place.

Shen Baiyi didn't sit down, but stood directly by the window, almost leaning out with half of her body.

Yu Zhicong was not very interested in these things. If he wanted to, he would tie the best storyteller in Kyoto directly into the Hou Mansion and tell him the story alone.

Yu Qing stood by the door, took the hot tea and cakes from the boy, and sent him out.

The storyteller was a little old man with a gray beard, not tall and skinny, with a sallow complexion, only his eyes were shining. Shen Baiyi saw that he was articulate and his body swayed greatly according to the frequency of his speech, and he was afraid that he would lose his temper. The tone passed away.

"Brother Huang went up the mountain to collect firewood for only half a day. When he came home, he was mad and swearing, his eyes were red and he was trembling all over. He stabbed dozens of people in the village with a knife."

The little old man paused at this point, glanced at the expressions of the people sitting down, and then continued: "Later, the strong men in the village arrested him and said that he was going to be sent to the government. There was an old lady who lived in her nineties and said He has been possessed by a monster, and if he is burned alive, there will be no disaster left."

Everyone in the audience was guessing whether it was a monster or not. Shen Baiyi came late and didn't hear the first part, so they wondered whether it was a ghost story or a real story.

Who would have thought that the little old man would stop talking after he finished speaking, and only said that he would break it down next time.

There is indeed a way to tantalize people, Shen Baiyi rolled his eyes, even though the audience was used to it, they still couldn't help but sigh.

After finishing a review, the little old man drank two cups of tea and continued to speak.

He clapped the board and stared at everyone mysteriously: "The next thing I want to talk about is the secret in the palace."

"Oh?"

There were very few people who dared to speak of the secret in the palace, and the audience was excited and couldn't wait to see what he would say.

Shen Baiyi stared at the little old man in bewilderment. Could it be that such a person is a storyteller made up out of nothing?

Or did he have relatives on duty in the palace?

She glanced at Yu Zhicong and found that he didn't respond.

And the little old man had already started to speak: "The Empress Dowager returned to the palace, I remembered something."

"Back in the day, there was a princess in the palace who had been doted on since she was a child. She was the first emperor's direct sister. Everyone knew that the princess made an edict at least half a year before she got married, and this princess had only been engaged to her wedding in just one month. "

His eyebrows were expressive, and he spoke vividly, but Shen Baiyi's heart skipped a beat. Didn't he mean Princess Qingping?

Sure enough, Yu Zhicong's color had changed.

Shen Baiyi was a little at a loss, and asked: "Why don't we go back home."

Yu Zhicong squeezed the teacup tightly, not intending to move.

The little old man didn't know that his gossiping deity son was sitting in this teahouse, and he said happily: "Little old man, I know the hidden truth."

"Oh? Tell me quickly."

There is no one who does not love gossip, and it is the secret gossip in the palace. Ordinary people can get a glimpse of it. Now that they have the opportunity, they are eager to get to the bottom of it, regardless of the truth.

Shen Baiyi had goose bumps all over her body, she wished she could cover the little old man's mouth.

"We all know that the princess married the Hou's mansion and gave birth to the current Lord Yu in less than seven months. This Lord is not the old Lord's own flesh and blood!"

Yu Zhicong's expression still didn't loosen, he didn't say a word, but he listened carefully.

This matter has been passed on for a long time, so the big guy was not too surprised. The little old man stroked his beard and said confidently, "Then whose flesh and blood is this Lord Yu?"

"Say it quickly!"

"Since it is a secret in the palace, it is naturally related to the palace. When the princess was found to be pregnant by the imperial physician, the empress dowager wanted to poison the child to death after she found out, but the imperial physician said that if she drank the medicine, I am afraid One dead body and two dead."

Someone said: "No wonder, the princess is the most favored, who would be willing?"

"Hey, you are right. The empress dowager is reluctant to let her daughter die, but she is pregnant before she is married, which is really embarrassing to the harem, so she thought of it and asked the emperor to order a marriage." The little old man said So decisive, for a moment Shen Baiyi doubted whether his words were true or not?

The expression on Yu Zhicong's face changed unpredictablely, the rough cup in his hand was crushed in the palm of his hand, and he still held it firmly.

Yu Qing didn't dare to say anything, so she could only pin her hopes on Shen Baiyi, Shen Baiyi's heartbeat accelerated, and she stretched out her hand to squeeze his fist.

The little old man lurked in the teahouse without knowing the danger, and continued to talk freely: "The princess has a noble status. Even if she is pregnant, she can't make a cat or a dog at will. Lord Yu is still young, and he has no wife or concubine at home. This is the candidate that the Empress Dowager prefers."

"One day the Empress Dowager summoned Lord Yuhou to the palace and told him about the princess's pregnancy. After everyone found out, he still married the princess into the palace."

The little old man shook his head: "However, many people speculated that it was coercion. I would say that the little old man was more voluntary. Lord Yu admired the princess in his early years."

Shen Baiyi looked at Yu Zhicong, it was the first time she had seen him endure for so long, so she came to the conclusion that what the storyteller said was true.

And Yu Zhicong obviously knew his own life experience.

"Tell me quickly! Who is Lord Yu's father?"

The people under the seat began to urge, and the little old man smiled mysteriously and stroked his beard: "Let's listen to the next chapter to explain."

Shen Baiyi breathed a sigh of relief, but Yu Zhicong gave Yu Qing a look, he nodded and immediately turned and walked out the door.

After a while, the little old man was brought in by the collar, and it was Yu Lan who went to catch him.

Where is the energy and spirit that was on the stage just now, but now he hangs his head and shouts for mercy.

Yu Qing covered his mouth, and closed the doors and windows tightly. The storyteller had already changed underneath, and no one noticed what happened in this small wing room.

Yu Zhicong rubbed his eyebrows, his face was blue and white, already on the verge of fury, he got up and stared at the little old man, and asked: "Mixin in the palace, what else do you know?"

The little old man was covered with his mouth and couldn't speak. His arms were pinched behind Yu Lan's back, and he could only open his mouth sobbing.

Shen Baiyi said: "Are you still yelling?"

He shook his head.

"If you shout again, I'll cut you down." Shen Baiyi viciously pretended to be the tiger.

The little old man was even more scared to death. Of course he could tell that anyone in this room could kill him with a knife.

The silk cloth stuffed in his mouth was taken off by Shen Baiyi, panting heavily, he hastily replied: "Your nobleman, what do you want to know, I will definitely talk endlessly."

"Tell me everything you know."

The little old man has lived most of his life, so he naturally knows that this person cannot be offended, so he hurriedly said: "If you want to know the life experience of Lord Yu, in fact, there have been rumors in the streets that this Lord is the flesh and blood of the late emperor, I know about it." That's all."

Yu Zhicong stared at him closely, with wolf-like eyes, and said coldly: "What else?"

The little old man's eyes are cloudy now: "Also, there was a concubine in the harem with a vicious heart that killed the dragon species, and the empress dowager threw her into the cold water of winter, after which this concubine could no longer have children. Later, she involved the princess in order to get revenge, the princess is so innocent, she wanted to die when she was in the palace."

Yu Zhicong stretched out his hand to pinch his neck, he couldn't breathe for a moment, his face was flushed red, Shen Baiyi was shocked even though he had known this for a long time.

She clasped Yu Zhicong's wrist, shook her head: "I have something to ask him."

Shen Baiyi turned her head again: "You shouldn't know this, who told you?"

Even she didn't know Yu Zhicong's true identity until the emperor gave the order to assassinate him. How could such a little old man in the market know this.

There was some pain on Yu Zhicong's face, but he tried his best to bear it, he let go slowly, the little old man couldn't care about anything else, and hurriedly confessed.

"Yesterday, an adult found me, gave me a lot of gold, told me about this, and asked me to tell a story today."

He also lamented that he was extremely unlucky, he wanted to leave the capital with his money after finishing his speech today, but who knew he would run into the King of Hades.

Thinking this way, he looked at Yu Zhicong's face again, and was instantly horrified. At this age and appearance...

It’s over.

"Which grown-up?"

"It's the Minister of the Ministry of Officials."

After getting the answer he wanted, Yu Zhicong pulled out the sword from Yu Qing's arms, and Shen Baiyi stopped him in vain: "Master Hou, I can't see blood."

There is no need to add a life here. Today is a storyteller, and tomorrow there will be many storytellers, and there are endless kills.

She looked pitiful, the corners of her eyes were reddish, Yu Zhicong's sword slanted, pierced into the little old man's thigh, and then broke through the door.

Several people did not go back to the mansion, but went to the mansion of Minister of the Ministry of Officials, and they did not speak a word along the way.

Yu Zhicong's palm was scratched by the teacup, he wiped it with a clean silk cloth, but he didn't feel any pain.

He suddenly remembered that when he rushed to the small courtyard where Princess Qingping was staying, and called her mother, the princess firmly grabbed his neck with a disgusted expression on her face.

Obviously, her face is unbelievably beautiful, like a banished fairy who came out of a painting, this beautiful woman who enjoys a high reputation in Kyoto, a woman with beauty, power, fame and fortune.

She pinched Yu Zhicong's chin fiercely, forcing him to look at her, with undisguised disgust and hatred in her eyes.

Her nails are bright red, she still loves beauty after she goes crazy, but she doesn't want to see people anymore.

The maidservant rescued Yu Zhicong from the princess. The princess was crazy and manic, and there was only one sentence in her mouth: "Why are you not dead? Why are you not dead?"

At that time, Yu Zhicong felt that she was not beautiful, even a little scary.

The princess said that he should not live in the world, and that the thing she regretted most in her life was giving birth to him, and all the vicious words fell into Yu Zhicong's ears.

The furnishings in the house were smashed, and the sound of ding ding dong dong hit people's hearts.

At this time, Yu Zhicong knew his life experience and why he was not loved by his mother, and he didn't even want to look at him.

She took off the jade hairpin from her hair, and was about to insert it into Yu Zhicong's neck. He staggered in fright, and his small body fell to the bottom of the table. He knocked his head on the corner of the table.

At that moment, she seemed to have a moment of clarity, and directly poked the jade hairpin in the chest, and finally left a sentence: "You live well in place of your mother?"

It was completely different from what she said when she was mad, Yu Zhicong didn't know which of her words was true and which was false.

In the end, he was so frightened that he lay on the bed for three days and three nights. The princess was buried hastily, and that day was the last time.

The first emperor came to the Hou's mansion late at night, and only said that he wanted to see Yu Zhicong, but his small body shrank on the bed, and only said that he didn't want to see him.

Master Yu Hou didn't obey the holy order and hid him, the emperor was furious, and there was nothing he could do in the end.

After the princess's death, Lord Yu's alcoholism became worse than before, and he spent every day in the wine jar.

A year later, Lord Yu also died, in the wine tank.

Yu Zhicong recalled all this, holding his head with his hands uncontrollably, his eyes were scarlet, and he looked very painful.

Shen Baiyi felt that this was the most vulnerable Lord Hou she had ever seen. She didn't know what he was thinking, but she was sure that it had something to do with the storyteller just now.

The two of them were in the carriage, they should have walked down the path, for a while there was only the sound of the wheels, and the silence outside was scary.

Shen Baiyi felt a little regretful, if she didn't nod her head and go out today, wouldn't she not be able to hear these things.

She raised her hand, hesitantly hugged Yu Zhicong lightly, but in an instant, she was embraced backwards in her arms with astonishing strength, as if she was afraid that she would run away, even her ribs began to ache.

Shen Baiyi could only stick to him as much as possible to relieve the pain.

A low voice came from my head: "When I was young, they often said that I looked like my mother."

Shen Baiyi only felt a dull pain in his heart. Whenever he looked like his mother, it would become a sharp weapon to hurt someone.

He said harshly again: "Those people are all dead."

"The way others look at me is like the way I looked at Princess Qingping back then."

Yu Zhicong spoke slowly, sad and ruthless.

Shen Baiyi suddenly remembered that a few days ago they tied the country's head into the mansion, the country's head only said that the empress dowager and the emperor would make a fuss about Princess Qingping's birthday, maybe today is just the beginning.

Back then, in order to make up for Yu Zhicong, and pityed the early death of his parents, before he died, he gave Yu Zhicong the soldier talisman that commanded all the soldiers in the court. This is also the biggest reason why the emperor feared him so much.

As for the Empress Dowager who asked her to leave the palace back then, she probably felt that this matter was inappropriate, or she felt that everything started because of her.

But now it seems that 20 years have passed, and Princess Qingping has been dead for so many years. At that time, the remorse in my heart may have disappeared without a trace, and I may even bear hatred for Yu Zhicong instead.

There is no other reason. He is now holding a military talisman, which is the biggest hidden danger in the court. The Empress Dowager also wanted him to disappear. She must have regretted it. She regretted that Princess Qingping had arranged for him to be born.

After all, the existence of Yu Zhicong is to bring shame to the harem.

The one who is related and close to her is Princess Qingping's daughter, not her grandson.

Shen Baiyi even wondered whether the Empress Dowager was repenting or regretting in the nunnery all these years.

On the one hand, she was reluctant to part with her daughter, but later the princess went crazy and died early, and she regretted her decision.

But it's done, it's not time for her to support the sky with one hand.

Shen Baiyi felt a little suffocated, Yu Zhicong hugged her too tightly, and she didn't dare to push him hard, so she said: "Master Hou, if you don't let go, I will die soon."

Only then did Yu Zhicong let go of his hand, he looked at her with a probing look, and his tone became harsh: "You knew these things a long time ago?"

Shen Baiyi coughed: "I've heard some rumors..."

"Master Hou, I never believed the rumor that you killed your mother."

Yu Zhicong sneered: "What's the difference? Anyway, they all died in front of me."

Shen Baiyi licked his lips, a little embarrassed: "No, it's still different."

"She always wanted me to die, and she always hated why I didn't die, but before she died, she wanted me to live well." Yu Zhicong's tone was sarcastic, and he didn't know whether he was mocking Princess Qingping or Own.

"That's because the princess was innocent during her lifetime, and the empress dowager and the former emperor insisted on her giving birth to the child."

Yu Zhicong quickly took up the conversation: "That's because they didn't think I was a scourge, until later one by one they died prematurely, and they blamed me for the reason."

He doesn't shy away from saying this.

From the death of Princess Qingping, to Lord Hou, and finally the former emperor was also depressed at a young age, and died strangely.

Yu Zhicong was given the name of murdering his mother and being a scourge. In addition, he usually has a weird style and no scruples in his actions, which just happened to fall into the blame of others.

Shen Baiyi was silent, not knowing how to comfort him, and finally tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Yu Zhicong frowned tightly, with a cold smile on his face: "Forget it, these accounts are settled one by one."

He calmed down a little. The emperor felt that these things would affect his status as the king of a country. No matter how much he hated him, he never made this matter public in an open manner.

So today's matter should be the empress dowager's trick, which is a bad way to hurt yourself by eight hundred and hurt the enemy by one thousand.

Another family member with the same blood.

Shen Baiyi took a deep breath, she was right in saying that the magnificent and bright palace eats people.

The author says:

感谢在2021-11-0619:57:07~2021-11-0720:50:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 piece of jade;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Yukai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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【Oh, so the hero is the son of the first emperor? 】

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