Dianxia Qingcheng

What's the meaning?

What does it mean to be not stupid before?

Isn't it a well-known fact that Prince Qi Changyi was born like this?

"Speak clearly!"

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

Her eyes were blurred in pain, and she said intermittently, "It seems that the adults don't know...that's right...if it wasn't for my mother telling me, I wouldn't even think about it.

It turned out that Qi Changyi was smart and clever when he was a child, and he would recite poems and eulogies at a young age.

But at that time, Qi Changyi had been kept in the harem, and he didn't make public appearances 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 cold to the emperor.

But this did not affect the emperor's love for her and petting her, rewarding her with the best things, and 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 younger son Qi Changyi more, because Qi Changyi made his mother and concubine more alike since he was a child, with beautiful features and cuteness.

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

But who knew that when he was seven years old, Qi Changyi suddenly fell ill with a serious illness. The high fever persisted for several days and nights, and his brain burned out.

After waking up again, Qi Changyi became a little different, and his speech became stumbling and stumbling, and he completely lost his former wit.

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

Studying with her husband in the study, he always fails to learn what the husband teaches, and will be tricked by other princes and princesses.

Concubine Ning felt distressed, so she begged the emperor not to let him go to school again, the emperor agreed, and even taught him something in person.

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

Without the protection of his mother-in-law, Qi Changyi grew up tremblingly until he met Pei Zheng.

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

"He became like this, it's all caused by man!"

The hand on her neck suddenly loosened, Qi Bingzhi hurriedly breathed, her face flushed red, and it took a while for her cough to gradually subside.

"Human? Who?"

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

Pei Zheng's eyes changed suddenly, he grabbed Qi Bingzhi's collar and brought her to him, "Do you know what you are talking about!"

"I know that years ago, the thirteen-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. Who knows that the prince accidentally The high palace wall fell and hit his head, and the high fever continued for three consecutive days after that..."

"I don't think Changyi himself can remember it. It is said that the reason for the dispute between the two outside the palace was because of a little beggar. It's absurd..."

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

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

Qi Bingzhi was frightened by his appearance, and replied dumbly, "On the twentieth of the twelfth lunar month, it is a big cold."

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

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

Suddenly, blood spilled from his lips, and he fainted in front of him.

Consciousness slowly pulled away from the body, and gradually became erratic, drifting across the ice and snow outside, over the bustling and bustling imperial capital, and drifted into a small alley full of snowflakes.

Fifteen-year-old Pei Zheng lived in such a dark and dark alley.

"Master, do it well, let's have a meal... I can work, I have a lot of strength, and I can pay my wages..."

A unkempt little beggar stood in front of the door of a powerful family, stepping on the fresh snow with his bare feet, the frostbite on the back of his feet had festered and oozing pus.

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

The housekeeper stretched out his foot and kicked the little beggar's chest, kicked him and rolled him down the steps and buried him in the deep snow.

The little beggar was so thin that he had no flesh, and he was not tall.

He lay in the snow for a long time and couldn't get up, and just rolled down the steps and knocked on his forehead, the pain made him dizzy.

Seeing that the little beggar was still lying in front of his house and refused to leave, the butler was very angry, 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 quickly find another place to die, and don't die in front of my house!"

The little beggar's fingers felt piercing pain, he finally regained some consciousness, and hurriedly wanted to pull his fingers out, but the butler refused to let go.

"Yo, when I woke up, I knew you were pretending to be with me! Isn't that very spirited! Why didn't you get up when I told you just now! Are you kidding me!"

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

The housekeeper threw a dog and ate 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 good lesson today!"

The housekeeper waved the servants out of the door, dragged the little beggar rudely from the ground, and dragged it directly into the gate, and then the gate was tightly closed.

The housekeeper ordered the little beggar to be dragged all the way to the backyard of the mansion, and then he was beaten severely.

It wasn't until the little beggar was dying and fell to the snow covered in bruises, that the butler stopped.

I just wanted to order someone to drag the little beggar out of the back door and throw it into an empty alley to die.

The mansion master suddenly came back.

This master is not an ordinary person, but he is an official in the court, the official is from the fifth grade, and the surname is Zhao Mingxun.

Zhao Xun saw a few servants holding a person, and looked at the housekeeper.

The housekeeper hurriedly smiled and said flatteringly, "Sir, this little beggar is arrogant, and the little one punished him, and is about to send him out." Zhao Xun looked at the frail figure and walked over. .

The housekeeper was a little surprised, "Sir, this beggar is very dirty, you should stay away from him, so as not to get dirty."

"It's okay."

Zhao Xun walked over, reached out and picked up the dirty hair stuck to the little beggar's face.

When the fair and beautiful face below was exposed, the shocked others were stunned.

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

Those eyes slowly opened, the long and narrow eyes were full of panic and fear, and there was a reserved dignity between the eyebrows.

- How could a beggar who lives on the streets begging for a living, look like this?

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

The little beggar's breath was weak and his voice was very low, "Sir, I beg you, forgive me, 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 that he would kill you! Come on, take him to the guest room and settle down for the time being. Please come and take a look. You must take good care of him, do you hear me!"

Those servants still didn't understand why the butler's face became so fast, so they quickly responded, pulled the man and went down.

Zhao Xun stood there, watching the back of the little beggar leaving.

"Sir, how's it going?" The butler came over, "I saw that he was handsome, so I ordered someone to bring him back, who knows that he is very strong." Zhao Xun twitched his fingers, "Lie Well, the strong 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 good man, not to mention taking him in, but also treated him like a young master and served him with delicious food and drink every day.

The injury on his body has almost healed, the frostbite has also been cured, the skin has returned to fairness and smoothness, and he looks extremely noble in brocade clothes.

Mr. Zhao is over forty years old, but he has no wife and children, and is often busy with political affairs. He is really a conscientious official.

The little beggar felt sorry for living in vain, so he took the initiative to ask to go to 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 doing this, I can't stop you any longer."

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

When he pushed open the door and entered, Zhao Xun was lighting a candle and writing a chapter. After he looked up and saw the person who was coming, he secretly took a deep breath and smiled.

"come over."

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

"Sir, you've worked hard. Let's drink some hot soup first to warm up your body."

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

"Don't be restrained, come, come and sit." Zhao Xun patted his side.

The little beggar looked embarrassed, "Sir, I'm afraid this is not suitable..."

Zhao Xun stretched out his hand and pulled him directly. He took no precautions and was pulled and sat on Zhao Xun's lap.

"What's wrong? 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 was so frightened that he froze all over, only to feel that something terrifying was pressing against him under his butt, 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 in a hurry, he tore his clothes.

"I've been waiting for so long, but I've taken care of you. Although your body is still a little weaker, it's fine, just keep it up." Zhao Xun took off his clothes for a long time and didn't take it off. He couldn't wait. Well, just take off your pants first.

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

Zhao Xun directly separated his legs, breathing quickly, "Okay, stop struggling, you can't escape, what do you think I'm raising you for, of course, to serve Lao Tzu! You still don't want to. Get up, why didn't you refuse when you moved in?"

The little beggar burst into tears and tried his best to break free.

"I...I don't know...I don't know what you want...you let me go...I'm going...let me go..."

Zhao Xun was scratched by him, he got angry, grabbed his hair with his fingers and pulled it back, and said beside his ear, "I want to leave now? I tell you, it's too late! You still dare to resist? I will let you Resist!

Saying that, Zhao Xun pulled his head and slammed into the table.

The little beggar's forehead was instantly hit with blood, and the blood smeared one of his eyes. When he opened his eyes, half of the blood was red.

He saw the hot bowl of soup on the table, and he threw it towards the back regardless.

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

The little beggar took this opportunity to hurriedly get off the table and stumbled towards the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he ran out, he was knocked out by the butler who was guarding the door with a stick.

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

The clothes on his body were still intact, but the wound on his forehead was more serious. The wound was not treated, and the blood had dried on it.

The door of the firewood room was opened, and it was the housekeeper who came in. He instructed a few people to drag the little beggar from the ground and directly to the backyard.

There is a big tree in the backyard, and the little beggar is half-hung by his wrists. He can touch the ground with his toes, and all his weight is on his wrists. A few servants came over with a soft whip, and without a word, beat him with a dozen whips, and the skin of the whip was split open.

"You are such a brave dog! How dare you hurt an adult! You are here to reflect on me, when will you wake up and when will you be able to come down!" After speaking, the butler left with a group of people.

The little beggar opened his mouth halfway and couldn't catch his breath for a long time. His injuries were very serious. The blood flowed down his body and into the snow under him, melting a large pool of blood and snow.

When he was whipped just now, he broke out in cold sweat, but now he was shivering uncontrollably when the cold wind blew.

The pain on his body became more and more numb, and his eyelids became heavy, and he finally fainted.

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

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

Still the same on the third day.

Fourth day, fifth day...

For seven days, the little beggar was hanged from a tree and beaten for seven days.

Every time he fainted from pain, he felt that he would never wake up again, but he was always able to stay awake from the pain the next day.

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

They tortured him and humiliated him just to want him to bow his head and admit his mistake, and to obey him obediently, but the little beggar would rather die.

Finally, let him find a chance to escape.

This day is the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, a big cold.

The little maid who fed him hurriedly stuffed a shard of a porcelain bowl in his hand, and then walked away as if nothing had happened.

The little beggar hurriedly squeezed the pieces into the palm of his hand, and he didn't feel any pain when he cut his palm. He only felt that his nervous heart was pounding and was about to jump out.

That night, the little beggar cut the rope that bound his wrist, and ran away from the house one step at a time with bloodstains.

He didn't dare to stop, every wound on his body was a piercing pain, he couldn't stop, he could only hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and get out of here.

The cold wind blew through his clothes, and the blood on his body was frozen solid and no longer dripped.

He hid in a small alley, shrank and hid in a pile of ragged mats, then couldn't hold it any longer, and slowly lost consciousness.

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

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

"Do you want me to hug you? Then how about I hug you? You bleed a lot, did someone bully you?"

He knew that he must be very embarrassed now, but the owner of the hands did not dislike it, but opened his small arms, took his head into his arms, and gently stroked his hair to comfort him. .

"Okay, okay, don't cry anymore. Does the wound hurt? I will give you a whimper and it won't hurt anymore."

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

"Are you hungry? I'll go and buy something delicious for you, okay? Just wait for me here, okay?"

The little beggar couldn't open his eyes. He could only see through a small slit. A small white dumpling ran past and ran out of the alley. He took a step back three times, and then disappeared.

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

Sure enough, it was an illusion, the little man who left really never came back.

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

The leader walked up to him, looking about the same age as him, but wearing luxurious clothes, arrogant and noble, with extraordinary temperament.

The little beggar had regained some consciousness, but he still couldn't move, his face was as pale as paper, and the wound on his body was extremely painful.

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

The people next to him thought the little beggar was still in a coma, and whispered to persuade him, "His Royal Highness Fourth Prince, don't be angry, the origin of this beggar is unknown, and it is bound to be impossible to bring it back. Besides, it's getting dark now, so let's go back to the palace as soon as possible. Bar."

The fourth prince glanced at the beggar who was slumped on the ground with disdain, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, the little beggar suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the person outside the alley with some fear.

How to do! What should he do!

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

"Please...you...help...I...beg..."

He said a word intermittently, and there were dirty bloodstains all around him.

The fourth prince gave him a disgusting look, and kicked him aside, "Don't touch me, it's dirty!"

The guards who were with him hurriedly came over and pulled the little beggar aside, picked him up mercilessly and threw him to the wall, letting his body fall limply to the ground, not forgetting the wounds he had in the past Step on a few feet.

"You stinky beggar! Don't even weigh how many pounds and how many taels of yourself. Anyone dares to touch them and eat the guts of bears and leopards!"

The fourth prince folded his arms and watched, watching the little beggar being trampled into a ball and unable to resist.

Suddenly looking at the little beggar, the fourth prince was shocked by the cold, stubbornness 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 struggled to even raise his head, and his sight was hidden behind his messy hair.

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

After reaching the entrance of the alley, he happened to meet the people from Zhao's residence.

Seeing that this person was definitely a powerful man, the housekeeper of Zhao's house smiled and said, "This young master, dare to ask if you have seen a wounded little beggar?"

The fourth prince sneered and pointed to the alley kindly, "The people are inside, but I have taught me a lesson if I don't know."

The housekeeper thanked him with a smile, and rushed into the alley with someone...

The little beggar was taken back to Zhao's house again, and this time in exchange for a more severe punishment and whipping, he still refused to give in at all, and even kicked his treasure to pieces when Zhao Xun insisted on bowing.

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

The heavy snow swept down one after another, covering up the layers of the dead.

- On the vast snow, there was a long bloodstain, as if someone had climbed out of the dead man's post and climbed all the way to the official road.

A red figure was lying in the middle of the official road, and the whole body was filled with thick blood, and the blood stained a large piece of white snow.

- A carriage came from a distance, and sitting on it was a talented young imperial doctor who had rushed to the palace to be appointed. His surname was Jiang and his name was Yubai.

In the following four years, the Pei family finally recognized their only son who was living abroad, and then the new prime minister, Pei Zheng, came to the throne, and he was notoriously cruel, violent, cold-blooded and ruthless. The first thing he did was to find a reason to punish Zhao Xun, who had already resigned and returned home. The entire Zhao family, more than 30 people, was executed. Zhao Xun, on the other hand, was imprisoned in the secret cell of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and after being punished, was thrown into the barracks, where he was tortured to death by dozens of stout men. The butler had his fingers and toes plucked out, and was thrown into the Dead Man's Post to be buried alive.

I heard that Prime Minister Pei also tried to find a little maid in Zhao Mansion, but it was unsuccessful.