Lord Chitose spoils me too much, what should I do?

He let go, spread his palms flat, and placed them in front of the little emperor——

These hands should be good-looking, well-proportioned, slender and strong.

It's a pity that the fingertips are covered with scars.

If you distinguish carefully, it should be an old injury, criss-crossing and deeply imprinted. It is not difficult to see the tragic situation at the beginning.

His voice was calm, neither seeing grievances nor complaining, "When I first entered the palace, I was young and didn't know the rules, so I suffered a lot."

"Kneeling in the snow to wipe the steps in winter, the snow was so heavy that day, I couldn't wipe it clean..."

"The eunuch who was the foreman at that time was very angry, saying that the minister was useless and cut him with a knife."

"He said that the son of a guilty minister, to be forgiven by His Majesty, has been a blessing in ten lifetimes. Now that he has entered the palace, he still does not serve His Majesty wholeheartedly, and he should be punished."

"Ten fingers connected to the heart. If a piece of wood is embedded in the nail, it will be painful, let alone take a sharp dagger and stab it from the fingertips. The blood keeps flowing, and the fingertips are so painful that they are numb. The pain was so painful that I lost all feeling, I thought I was going to die."

"But the minister didn't die, he survived."

"I didn't wait for the wound to heal, and went to wipe the steps on my knees. It's snowy and windy in winter, so I can't wipe it clean. I went back and forth, and I was punished again."

"Just one winter passed, with new wounds sandwiching old wounds, these hands will never heal."

He laughed self-deprecatingly, "I also think it's ugly, but it's been too long, and by the time I can go to the Imperial Hospital for treatment, it's too late to be cured, so I can only make do with it."

The little emperor squeezed his fingers, and imitated his action just now, and blew. His lips moved closer, and the wind he exhaled was warm.

He knew that Pei Que would not have a good time after entering the palace, but he didn't know that he would be so sad.

As the only son of the first emperor, he was conferred the title of crown prince upon birth, was cared for, and raised up pampered. Where has he ever seen the ugliness in people's hearts?

To him, seeing some little eunuchs bullying others, or having endured Pei Que's verbal squeeze and suppression before, is already the most hateful thing in the world!

How could he know that the ugliness in this world is far more than that!

He has grown up so big, not to mention knocking, even if the father stares and puffs his beard, it is the greatest punishment!

The life of Jianzhang Palace is simple and pure, how does he know this!

Seeing the moved eyes of the little emperor and his pity, Pei Que curled his lips.

Seen too many utilitarian flattery and flattery, the pity in this little guy's eyes made him throb, and even felt a bit sour in his heart.

This is a feeling of not being treated as an object, but as a ladder to climb up.

The genuine sympathy in the other party's eyes... actually made him feel that he is also a person who can be hurt and show weakness...

It will make him feel that it is really not easy for him to come to this step and survive these years...

It will make him feel that he has been wronged all these years...

As for those little emperors who didn't know, he naturally wouldn't continue talking.

For example, how he led the head eunuch who bullied him and slandered him to a hidden place, knocked him unconscious with a stick, and waited for the tied up man to wake up in the ice and snow.

All ten fingers and wrists were cut open, and the medicine that prevented the wound from healing was applied.

Then cut off his tongue and listened to his hoarse struggle.

Let him watch with his own eyes how the blood in his body drains little by little, and let him feel how his body is getting colder little by little...

Seeing his expression after waking up, from uncontrollable anger to real fear...fear...powerless...

Watching him open his empty mouth, he couldn't say a word, he could only spit out blood...

Seeing his body become cold in the cold wind and blizzard, lose color, become pale and stiff...

Finally, tie a stone, throw it into a lake that has been cut through the ice, and sink to the bottom of the water.

It was cold and snowy, and in the morning of the next day, the hole in the ice had already been completely frozen, leaving only a pool of blood by the lake, which was very eerie and frightening.

No one is going to pursue it, and nothing can be found out.

After all, in the deep palace, it is not uncommon for a few people to be missing.

And these bloody dirty things should be buried in the deep palace.

His little majesty is too clean and beautiful, these things... Even listening, he is not willing to let the other party hear...

Afraid of dirtying his ears.

What's more, the injury on his hand is not incurable.

He has been in power for several years, and he has never seen any panacea.

The envoy of the Supreme Hospital also showed him, saying that it could be cured, but he refused.

Those days when he walked alone in the dark and corrupt, those days when he was bullied, oppressed, and tortured, he dared not forget for a moment, nor did he want to forget!

That was another nightmare that continued to deepen after he ransacked his family and exterminated his family. He was tortured by burning fire in hell, his bones were recast in the fire, he learned how to hide when he was weak, how to lie dormant in the dark, How to use the skills I learned in my youth to silently kill people who are not good for me...

He hides his ambitions, desires, and greed in the deep palace study day after day.

He put away the flames in his heart of overturning the case and clearing the case for the Pei family, and when he stabilized himself, he began to add the firewood that would destroy the Murong family and destroy the Murong family's little majesty...

It's just that before the fire really started to burn, he couldn't do anything...

Pei Que bent his fingers, wrapped those green onion fingers in his palm, and said softly, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore!"

After ten years in the deep palace, he grew up like this amidst hatred and resentment, yet he also began to yearn for...

I'm starting to long for a little love...

The little emperor bit his lip, and touched his fingertips again and again.

The little man was full of regret and regret, "There is no one in the world who knew earlier. If he had known earlier, I would have sent someone to bring Pei Qing to Chengqian Hall and stay in front of me. In this way, no one would dare to bully me." is you."

Pei Que pulled out his finger and touched the head of the person in front of him, "Once, it was close."

"what?"

Murong Shu's eyes were round, making Pei Que feel soft and soft.

He repeated, "One time, almost."

That was when he entered the palace for more than half a year, and it was also the time when he was bullied and tortured the most in the palace.

He didn't even need to do anything wrong, just because he was the son of a criminal, and just because they couldn't get used to it, they could push and shove him, and then punched and kicked him, and they even called it, "Teach him to be a man!"

It is natural that no one will take care of it.

Who would care about the remnants of a criminal who has no foundation and is still carrying his sins!

If you are not careful, you will get into trouble!