Reborn my man

In the 20th year of Emperor Wu, spring.

On the street where people come and go, small merchants and peddlers are shouting lively. Near the corner on the right stands a tall mansion quietly. There are two mighty stone lions at the door. It turns out that this is the Governor's Yamen of Ezhou Prefecture.

In the yamen, Wen Zhengdao, the new governor who just took over the four counties of Ezhou, was sitting in the lobby yesterday. After hearing what the yamen servant reported, his gentle and gentle face could not help frowning deeply: "You mean the dungeon? All the yamen servants were poisoned to death? What's going on here?"

The little yamen servant was obviously dumbfounded, and said cautiously: "Returning to your lord, it is the state prison. This poisoned dungeon holds the deposed emperor's grandson who was sent here two years ago. I just don't know why the yamen servants were so careless. He drank the wine well, and found the poison of the centipede in the wine. It was only discovered by the shift yamen the next day, but the few yamen servants who usually guard the deposed emperor's grandson are hopeless."

"The emperor's grandson?" Wen Zhengdao was greatly surprised, straightened up and asked: "But the little emperor's grandson who was deposed two years ago? He is a descendant of the royal family. Beidian, why was he imprisoned in the dungeon?"

"This..." The little yamen servant seemed to have something hard to say, and his eyes flashed: "I don't know why, it seems that the previous governor said that the abolished prince didn't want to see the abolished emperor's grandson, and he didn't want to be imprisoned in the north with him." Palace, Lord Inspector had no choice but to lock the deposed emperor’s grandson in the dungeon.”

Wen Zhengdao was silent, he probably knew what was going on.

The wall is falling and everyone is pushing. The reason why the deposed prince can be deposed is that there is no hope for him to stand out again. Everyone knows the rules in the officialdom.

This deposed prince doesn't even want to take care of his own son. I heard that the new prince in the palace is thriving now. Can he, a former little emperor's grandson, hope to have a good life in times of trouble?

"How old is the emperor's grandson this year?"

"Returning to your lord, the emperor's grandson is six years old this year, and he was sent to Ezhou when he was four years old, along with the deposed prince."

It's just a six-year-old child who has lived in the dark and humid environment of the dungeon for two years, what a pity.

Sighing, Wen Zhengdao, who was always kind, suddenly thought of his youngest son, and commanded compassionately: "Let's go, follow the old man to the prison to have a look. The madam and the young master are going to move here from their hometown today, and there is about half a day left." We will be arriving in Ezhou in two hours, so you must send someone to meet you, so don't miss it."

The little yamen servant hurriedly bowed and nodded: "Yes, I'm going to prepare the sedan chair now!"

At the same time, in the prison of Ezhou Mansion, there was a constant sound of gasping for children, accompanied by the sound of whips.The prison was built underground, and it was dark inside. In the humid air, some oil lamps had to be lit during the day, otherwise it would be pitch black.

From time to time, the muffled groans of children came from here, as well as the curses and whips of men.

"You little bastard, tell me! Did you inject the poison in the wine? Tell me the truth! Otherwise, I will beat you to death!"

"Just kill him, no one will take care of him anyway!"

"That's right, this kid has been imprisoned here for two years. Even his father doesn't want him anymore. Why are you afraid of him! Just kill him!" Five or six yamen servants gathered around a wooden post with a cross. Shouting and cursing with a ferocious face, a half-grown child was tied up on a stake.

The child had no clothes on, and what was hung was some dirty and tattered gray cloth strips with all kinds of colors on them, stains, blood stains, sticky black lumps that had dried after drying.

If it weren't for the child's dark round eyes hooked upwards, shooting out a sharp cold light, people who saw him would probably think that he is an ordinary little beggar?

His long hair is yellow and messy, it hasn't been cut for almost a few years, it hangs fluffy and knotted on his head, and the small face that is covered by most of it is even more dirty, it is too dark to see clearly The appearance of the facial features, I don't know what he looks like.

How long has it been since he had a good bath?

Dirty, messy, skinny, with cold eyes, not like a child in horror, but like a cold-blooded person who has been planning to eat people for a long time, with sharp poisonous thorns all over his body.He clenched his blood-stained thin lower lip, as if he could not feel the pain under the merciless whip, lowered his head, squeezed his dirty little fists, except for grunting and enduring, just sneered, what did he say? Not to mention.

The child's small body was exposed under the broken and overturned fragments. The thin bones were all visible, as if there was no nutrition at all on the body, no flesh at all.On the contrary, his skin is damn white, the kind of paleness that is deeply sick and tortured.

Under this pale skin, exposed to the humid air are scars on the small body, new or old, one by one, or strips, or scars.If a normal person saw it, I'm afraid he couldn't help exclaiming: Whose child is this?It looked like he had been abused for a long time, with scars all over his body.

And this pitiful child who no one would pity is Xiao Qiansheng, the grandson of the Dasheng Dynasty who was deposed two years ago.

That's right, his own father and king don't care about him anymore, he is alone and helpless, who would be afraid of him and love him?

Thinking of this question, the six-year-old child suddenly grinned, and showed a mouthful of yellowed teeth to the government servants who regarded beating and scolding him as fun in the boring errand time. Although the eye sockets were sunken, they could not cover his Gou Renfeng's eyes were full of disdain.

These idiots, no matter how much they bullied themselves, wouldn't they be poisoned to death four or five by him at once?

Thinking about it, he just took advantage of the absence of them to secretly catch an old centipede that was just trampled to death by him, hold down the blackened back of the old centipede, and drip all the liquid hidden under the centipede's stiff body into the wine. altar.So in less than half an hour, those idiots who had beaten and scolded him for two years fell to the ground livid, and they didn't even have time to close their eyes.

snort!There were only five dead, too few!

The child looked at the thick men who were still waving whips at him in front of him, and sneered in his heart, take your time, as long as they don't kill him, he will find ways to kill them!The bullshit government servants, the bullshit adults, they are not that useless, they should all die one by one!

If it was an ordinary six-year-old child with such thoughts in his mind, others might be surprised to shut his mouth, but for this dirty child covered in wounds, he didn't think there was anything wrong with his thoughts.

He just wanted all the people here to die, not to keep anyone, because in the past two years, he had suffered too much torture at their hands.

In winter, cold water was poured on him, and his ten fingers and ten toes were covered with frostbite. If something went wrong, no matter who it was, he would be severely beaten and scolded by them. The whipping is a trivial matter. , he screamed in pain at first, but now he is still used to it as if he can't feel the pain.

If a few drunkards get drunk one day, they will kick and beat him like a sandbag, and even stick a hot red iron block on his back, which burns his skin and burns it. A big scar was left.

Pointy needles with long fingers pricking his body is nothing, scalding his hands with boiling water is nothing, deliberately stuffing live cockroaches down his throat is nothing, forcing him to give them one by one such disgusting things is nothing , at least he is still alive, as long as he can survive, the child is not afraid of anything.

But what he was most afraid of was that he would not be able to survive from starvation.

Maybe it was because he was still in prison alone and no one cared about him, and the deposed father and king didn't want him to ignore him. Take him to beat, scold and torture to vent your anger.

That's not to mention, later on, whoever came up with the idea, unexpectedly withholding his food from time to time, even though it was leftovers, if he didn't eat for two or three days, he would still be hungry. He was dizzy and lost his mind. Clear.

Hungry, hungry, hungry and afraid, at first the child will huddle in the cold corner dying, desperately licking the wall covered with ashes, whether it is ashes, cobwebs, or moss and dirt, as long as it can be swallowed He eats everything.The wall was licked clean by him over time.

Later, he was so hungry that the child had no extra walls to lick, so he found a good thing on the dark and damp ground. The wings and feet are a real treat because they're also edible.

Sometimes it’s the long, wriggling earth-colored things in the soil, and sometimes it’s the black things running fast on the wall. It smells bad, but it's okay, they all fill him up, and none of them keep his hungry stomach from cramping.

Most importantly, they can all guarantee that he will not starve to death, and will not die miserably and unworthily like his mother and concubine.

Even if no one cares about his life and death, even if he has nothing but being imprisoned and bullied, the six-year-old child persists ruthlessly.His life is extremely precious, he is a descendant of the emperor, he will have the blessing of heaven in the future, no one can let him die easily.

All the people who bullied him, as long as he is not dead, he wants them all, die!

I remember one time, a prisoner with a long, fat head and brain was locked in. I heard that he had a very special disgusting hobby.

At the beginning, the child felt that nothing was wrong. Although he was beaten and scolded a few times, he was used to these small tricks. The only thing that frightened him was that night of lightning and thunder, that fat and ugly man seemed crazy. Just like that, he suddenly pressed him to the black ground and tore his pants.

He was so frightened, he had never encountered such a thing before, the place used for defecation was suddenly touched by a man disgustingly, the guards who watched the night all around suddenly surrounded them, looked at them outside the cell and laughed loudly, Spoken nasty and filthy things.

They say "Fuck him!" "Don't you just like this?" "Fuck the bastard and show us!"

Only then did the child realize that two men could do such a disgusting thing, and his heart couldn't be more frightened.The man on his body was breathing turbidly, hot sweat was dripping from his fleshy face, and all the sweat dripped onto him with his excited movements.

The deep fear and nausea made him feel miserable. He didn't call for help, and it was useless for him to call for help. The yamen servants and governors here are the same, they don't care about his life or death, and they only enjoy torturing him.

When the legs were separated violently by the crazy and out-of-control man, the child finally despaired, bit the man's neck in fear, bit the main artery and tore it apart fiercely, and then used the sharp nails he had never cut before to tear it apart. He poked hard into the man's wolf-like eyes.

With a scream from the man, his huge body finally fell from him, and blood sprayed everywhere.It was the first time he killed the man who bullied him, and at that moment he knew that this taste was so good, and he was so happy that he was about to go to heaven.

Just like when he was still in the East Palace when he was a child, his mother and concubine put on the fine wool warm jacket brought as a tribute from the Western Regions for him, and his heart swelled out of joy.

Only later did the child realize that this feeling is called the sense of revenge after extreme destruction. He fell in love with the feeling of killing his enemies.仅管他才六岁，仅管在他弄死那个囚犯后被刺史下令狠狠的揍了一顿，可是他就是爱上了这种灰色迷人的乐感。

His world no longer has temperature and feeling. He just needs to live, in order to survive in the future. Even if once he couldn't bear the hunger, he didn't catch any small things, and finally caught a newborn mouse. He would also stuff it into his mouth alive without hesitation.

Because it keeps him alive.

"You brat, don't talk! You're still acting like a little grandson!" The yamen servant who was waving the whip stopped, moved his sore wrist, and spat fiercely on the child.

"I tell you, news has recently come from Beijing that your grandmother, Empress Zhou, has passed away. The emperor's favorite Concubine Sun Gui was just made empress by your grandfather last month. In order to celebrate Empress Sun's ascension, the emperor issued an order to pardon the whole world. , but did not pardon you and your deposed father, why do you think this is?"

"Haha, what else could it be because of it!" Another sour-looking yamen servant took the words, his eyes mocking: "What kind of family is Empress Sun, and what kind of favor does she receive? We, a small yamen servant like the folks, have heard of it and can't help it." Isn’t it great? The emperor made it clear that he wants to completely abandon you and your father. You are already prisoners with no future at all. The new crown prince is two years old now. Is it your turn to dream?”

"That's right, even if you are killed in prison by Lao Tzu, no one will know."

"I'll just kill you! You royal sons, I'm pissed, what a fart! I've been locked here for two years and there's no news of any improvement. It must be hopeless. You don't want to have a dream of returning to Beijing, do you?" ?Hahaha……"

The humiliating words whizzed past his ears mercilessly.

Clenching his fists tightly, the child didn't say anything, but still grinned silently and sneered, his big shiny black eyes seemed to be smeared with poison, and shot straight at the person, as if he was slowly studying your death date and time. How to die.

It was a look that didn't match his age at all, cold and sharp, without any warmth, bloodthirsty and deeply shocking.

When Wen Zhengdao first stepped into the prison, he was deeply frightened by such a pair of eyes. He looked at the cruel physical condition of the child complicatedly, and felt unbearable and pity in his heart.

Is this emaciated child who was hung on a wooden post and beaten until he was naked by the lowest-level yamen servants, or the incomparably noble grandson of the emperor in the legend?