Zheng Xiao Mistake: The Mistake of Rebirth Provoked the Cold Master

On Tianping Mountain in the south of Shengjing, there is the famous Cihua Temple.

There was a good news in the royal family. The queen was pregnant. His Majesty specially arranged to go to Tianping Mountain to pray for the fetus in her womb.

Buddhism is solemn and the ceremony is dignified.

Prince Zhaoxian, dressed in gorgeous clothes, got some wine from somewhere and got drunk. He accidentally broke into the backyard of the nunnery and raped a man.

This person happened to be the abbot of Cihua Temple, Master Huian.

Master Huian was nearly fifty years old. He was tortured so badly that his body was covered with wounds and he could hardly speak.

For a moment, the royal family lost all face and the emperor was extremely angry, but he could not hold a trial in court, so he had to close the mountain and try his best to suppress the matter.

Finally, King Zhaoxian was put in solitary confinement for half a year, and a large sum of money was donated to repair Cihua Temple, and the situation was calmed down with selfish intentions.

However, unexpectedly, more than a month later, Master Huian found out that she was pregnant.

Buddhism does not commit the sin of killing, so even though the child's origins were not good, Master Huian still went against the majority's opinion and kept the child.

Eight or nine months later, there were lightning and thunder, and a baby boy was born in Cihua Temple.

Because of his advanced age and the dangerous labor during which he underwent labor, Master Huian unfortunately died that night due to exhaustion and heavy bleeding.

Because the matter was too embarrassing to talk about, and a baby boy could not be raised in a nunnery, after discussion, everyone asked a little nun to send him to a temple.

The little nun carried him for three days and finally chose a remote temple.

She put the child down, wrote a note explaining the reason, and left in a hurry.

What the little nun didn't know was that the temple had been changed. Three vagrants who couldn't find a way to make a living occupied other people's temples and set up a makeshift stall disguised as monks.

When the three brothers learned that the child was the child of an old nun and a high-ranking pilgrim, their faces turned pale and a string of obscene words immediately came out of their mouths that were unbearable to hear.

There were few people visiting the temple, and the three evil monks did not have the kindness to take care of the child, so they threw the child into a low stone house next to the sheepfold, and led a ewe in, occasionally checking to see if the child was dead or not.

If you die, it’s God’s punishment. If you don’t die, it’s your luck.

I didn't expect that this child was so lucky. His body was covered with sores, but the ewe licked them all healed.

Just survived like this.

The thin monk who knew a few words gave him a name.

It's called "Axiu".

Shame on the gods and Buddhas.

Shameless shame.

Three people were outside the door, calling "Ah Xiu" and "Ah Xiu". The kid wanted to talk, but no one taught him, so he could only bleat like the sheep.

Three monks lay on the door crack with one eye sticking out, turning around and making chuckling sounds.

Ah Xiu drank goat's milk and saved his life. When the goats had no more milk, he even ate goat dung balls.

He grew up like this, and no one bought him clothes. He crawled around the house naked, and slept on the sheep at night.

The fat monk came most often, and every time he would greet his brothers with a big laugh.

"Look, look, both the parents can't control their butts, and the child they gave birth to is a bastard who rides on a sheep."

Ah Xiu didn't understand, so she could only crawl to the door, kneel down and beg for food.

They would laugh and throw in one or two stale buns, as hard as rocks.

There was nothing to do in the deserted temple, so the three monks treated the monk as if he had raised a rare animal. They would annoy him whenever they had nothing to do, and even throw stones at him to wake him up when he went to the toilet at night.

He had never walked out of this stone house, and had no idea what the people outside looked like. He only knew that there were always eyes through the crack in the door.

When they grow older, the ewes are old and cannot dodge when stones are thrown at them, and are often hit on the head and bleed.

Ah Xiu picked up a few thin bamboo sticks and waited at the door. When someone looked inside, she would poke their eyes through the crack in the door.

The fat monk was so enraged when he was poked that he wanted to beat the little bastard to death on the spot as soon as he opened the door.

The old ewe actually fought desperately to protect her cub, screaming and pushing the fat monk to the ground.

It took three people to surround the sheep and pin it down.

They killed the sheep and cooked mutton soup. The whole temple was filled with the smell of meat. They also peeled off the bloody sheepskin and threw it back into the sheepfold.

Ah Xiu crawled over to pick up the sheepskin and slept on it again at night.

Seeing that he didn't cry or make a fuss, the fat monk got even more furious, so he dragged him out of the sheepfold and continued beating him. This time there was no one to protect him, and he was beaten until he was almost dead, lying on the sheepskin waiting to die...

Suddenly, a magnificent procession arrived in this temple that had never been visited by anyone.

Ah Xiu didn't understand what those people said, but he was suddenly put on a phoenix carriage and taken to a place called the Imperial Palace.

The houses in the imperial palace are so big that it feels like heaven.

An old maid washed his face and combed his hair, changed his clothes into ones he had never worn before, and told him to listen to and speak human words.

After teaching him for half a year and raising him from a pale and skinny man to a human being, I finally brought him out to meet people.

He also told him that the new emperor had ascended the throne and he was the second prince of the dynasty who was living in exile.

From then on, he transformed himself from the despised "Axiu" to the noble and unparalleled "Gong Yixiu".

The person above all others in the court was his father, the emperor.

The person standing next to him, who was more beautiful than the Buddha, was his mother.

The Queen Mother was very kind to him. She patiently taught him how to eat with chopsticks, gently stroked his head, and her embrace was softer than wool.

She also gave him a golden longevity lock, which she hung around his neck herself, wishing him a long life without illness or disaster.

Gong Yixiu never took it off for a moment.

Not long after, he heard that he had a brother who was the Crown Prince, who was only half a year older than him.

He saw once in the hall, sitting on a high seat, such a handsome man, with a high spirit and a carefree and unrestrained manner.

Compared with his father and mother, his brother was not very warm to him, and could even be described as hostile.

Gong Yixiu tried to get close to the emperor and tried to please him in every way. When he found that his imperial brother was also wearing a golden locket for longevity, he happily took out his own and called him "imperial brother" again and again.

Gong Yihao knocked him down with one punch and grabbed his neck tightly with his hands.

"What a shame, huh? Why do you call me your royal brother? Your father killed my father, took my mother, and made me unable to show my real name to others in this life. What are you pretending to be like a brother? What are you dreaming about?"

Gong Yixiu was terrified and begged for mercy with tears streaming down his face, "I don't know... I'm sorry, I don't know."

Gong Yihao didn't strangle him to death after all.

"Get out! Don't let me see you again."

When Gong Yixiu was driven out in a panic, it was a long moonless night on the jade steps. He wiped the tears from his face with his fingertips and licked them on his lips.

Salty.

Such things can actually flow out of human eyes.

Darkness silently spread from the gloomy eyes, and the hidden cruelty vaguely surfaced.

He learned how to shed tears and beg for mercy from the little palace maid who was killed by a fight. It seems that his brother should not be underestimated. He thought he had learned it perfectly, but his brother, the crown prince, was almost the first to see through him.

On the first day he came here, Gongyi Helu asked him if there was anything he wanted. He stammered and could not speak, and could only gesture to peel off the skin of the three monks.

Gongyi Helu laughed and agreed.

Later, he placed the three human skins in his bedroom to remind himself where he had crawled to.

He couldn't even stand on his own two legs, let alone be a prince.

He held this body covered with sores and scars and secretly observed people, imitating how they spoke and how they dressed.

He learned everything very quickly, but still pretended not to understand for three months. During these three months, the old nanny who took care of him occasionally gossiped with others and spoke without telling him behind his back, so she knew why she was taken back to the palace.

It turned out that Gongyi Helu had killed his uncle, and taken his wife and children.

As for why Gongyi Hao was not killed, his title as crown prince was even retained.

First, the queen from Nanzibo was indeed quite pretty, and Gongyi Helu was actually really in love with her. In order to make her willing to commit herself to him, he left some leverage to threaten her.

Secondly, Gongyi Helu was dissolute and immoral when he was a prince. He was obsessed with elixirs, which ruined his foundation. I'm afraid he will never have descendants.

When he accidentally heard that an old account from years ago had been left behind, he knew about the existence of "A Xiu". He was unwilling to give back the kingdom he had seized...

That's why I had to bring him back to the palace.

Gong Yixiu understood everything at this point.

It turns out that his only role is to replace his royal brother.

This is not easy.

Everyone in the palace called him the Second Prince, but they all knew where he came from.

The eyes in the crack of the door turned to the back, but remained there, never leaving him for a moment.

The emperor's elder brother is so different from him. Since he was born, he has had the best of everything in the world.

In the imperial garden, he saw his mother feeding cakes to his playful brother, carefully wiping the crumbs from the corners of his mouth, and smiling as gently as the spring breeze when he fed the cakes to the fish.

He thought, this is the way a biological mother looks at her child, so different from the eyes of a sheep.

The emperor's elder brother also had a tutor who was his own teacher. He was of the same age and had an extraordinary demeanor. He was both a teacher and a playmate. This little tutor was quite serious and taciturn. He never looked at him straight in the eye. Only when he was facing his elder brother did he speak kindly and diligently.

It is said that the late emperor had long-term plans and appointed a crown prince as soon as the baby was born. In order to invite this tutor who was picked from thousands of miles away, he traveled all the way to the northern border and crossed many snow-capped mountains.

The emperor has a living mother, a dead father, good friends who are both teachers and friends, and even his own father, all revolve around his dear emperor.

Even though a favored child of heaven has lost his family, he is still nobler than a bastard like him who grew up eating sheep dung.

It just so happened that he was lacking a decent and glorious life, and everything his brother had was very much to his liking.

He was happy to take over.

By then, everything that belongs to the emperor brother will finally belong to him...

"Ah, shame on you."

He hated hearing this word the most.

The attendant that his father pointed out to him was beaten to death by him because he said a homophonic word.

He is now the second prince of Dayong. This past should be buried deep in the past and burned down like that temple.

Unfortunately, his biological father, who had accomplished nothing, remembered to change Gong Yihao's old name, but only gave him a surname.

But it doesn’t matter.

No problem.

He could climb from the sheepfold to the palace, and he could also climb to the high seat which was only one step away from him.

When he ascended the throne, this matter was forgotten and no one in the world dared to mention it again.