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On the day when the king of the old dynasty came out, Hanlin knelt down among the officials behind him in a daze.

Guarding the capital for three months and seventeen days, the city was cut off from food and water, his official robe was stained with blood, tears, and unknown dirt, but he couldn't wash it off. The last mouthful of lip balm that Hanlin drank It was the blood spattered from the neck of the enemy soldier. This blood also splashed all over his head and face. His hair was covered with coagulated blood scabs. His face was also smeared with blood so that he could not see his face clearly. Only his eyes were still bright. But this is more like an animal than a person who knows propriety, righteousness and shame.

Hanlin was so hungry that he went crazy, but his stomach didn't have the strength to growl anymore.

After being surrendered, the new king rode his horse through the courtiers. He was young and handsome, and he was born with a majestic voice. His body was unbelievably clean and incensed. As if being whipped by the aroma, a Jiling raised his head.

Hanlin's skin was frighteningly white, and the skinny bones underneath were ominously bloody, mingling with the blood stains on his body. He looked like a starving ghost smelling a piece of cooked meat, but the sleeves of the official robe were still intact from his body. Hanging down on the side, a clean jade pendant hangs on the belt close to the waist, which is a little bit stronger.

Xinjun reined in his horse, looked at Hanlin in astonishment for a while, and then laughed: "Zi Ning," he called Hanlin's character affectionately, "kneeling is really standard, exactly the same as what you taught me back then."

Hanlin kowtowed to him without saying a word.

He didn't have the strength to get up, and then he felt a foot stepping heavily on his back-it was Xinjun who stepped on him to dismount, and then a whip.

Hanlin knew that the official robe was torn, and there was probably a whip mark on his flesh. He twitched slightly, and the golden light and the dim yellow flashed in front of his eyes. to my bedroom."

From the day Hanlin followed the previous king, he became the new king's forbidden house. No one dared to mention his name, no one dared to look up at him, and no one dared to talk to him. A luxurious but silent cell awaits his groveling begging for mercy.

All systems have to be rebuilt, the new king is busy with government affairs, and cannot come to see Hanlin every day, but he has found two supervisors who are good at training actors from the Department of Prudence and Precepts of the previous dynasty, and teach them with a small box of strange instruments every day Hanlin, rain or shine, even if you have just finished your wedding, you can't rest.

These few things will occupy him for five or six hours, and the rest of the time he is free in this cell.Hanlin often sat on the threshold and looked at the sky and muttered to himself. Sometimes the new king would give him a few words of charity, and sometimes he would drag him to bed and whip him wantonly. He only used it for half a month, and the new monarch was not stingy with rewards when he had fun. Although he could not enjoy the mansion and the official Hanlin, the new monarch still enjoyed it.

After the new monarch ascended the throne, he changed his country name and year name. On the day of amnesty, he took Hanlin back to the former court for the first time, and asked him to kneel down beside his dragon chair obediently, and said to the ministers who came to the court: "This is the imperial court. ’s pet.”

Hanlin was humiliated by him every day, but his food and clothing were much better than before the subjugation of the country, and he seldom moved.

Some people didn't care about it, some people laughed at him for his lack of loyalty and shame, it would be better to die, and some people secretly envied him, but Hanlin didn't know it.After the new king took him to the court, he fucked him on the desk of the imperial study room that dealt with government affairs. When he was carried back to the prison with traces of pampering all over his body, he wondered whether he should die, but he was a A literati who has no power to restrain a chicken, the greatest courage is to hang his belt on the beam of the house and strangle himself to death.

The beam was high enough, so Hanlin couldn’t throw the belt onto the beam and tie a knot after moving the stool, and Xinjun didn’t leave him any tools in the room that could hurt himself. Hanlin persistently tried repeatedly all afternoon. , The last time I threw out the belt, I didn’t stand still, fell off the stool and sat on the ground, beating the ground and crying hopelessly, thinking: I am a useless wreck.

That night, he was tied to the bed by Xinjun and tossed and turned all night. The next morning, he was still hoarse and could not speak, so he threw him to the supervisor of the Prudential Precepts. On the ground, Xinjun spread his legs with his toes, exposing Hanlin's ravaged entrance, and said contemptuously, "Train this shameless bastard well."

Hanlin didn't even have the strength to refute who made him like this, so Xinjun watched the supervisor of the Department of Prudence and Precepts agree, snorted at him, threw off his sleeves and left.

Hanlin was lifted up by two eunuchs and placed on the wooden horse used to punish sluts. They pushed the wooden horse with him into the yard, and asked several small servants to turn the horse's tail in turn to make the wooden horse shake and heave. Those waiting in the courtyard can see his posture at will, and the only remaining friendliness is to move the wooden horse under the eaves when the sun is at its strongest, so as not to burn the weak Hanlin to death.

Hanlin got up at Mao every day, performed Wu Qin Xi twice with a supervisor, ate a little rice porridge, then lay on the bed and smeared ointment thickly on his valley road, and was carried on a wooden horse and tied up to learn to talk to another supervisor. He might have to sit for an extra quarter of an hour. Hanlin refused to speak for the first time, and received dozens of extra whips. He finally obeyed the next morning, but even if he accepted his fate, he sat for three days before being released. Putting it down, Xinjun didn't know what he was busy with, and he never came here once, so Hanlin learned to be good afterward.

After he learned to be good, Xinjun came to see him a few times, but he didn't talk to Han Lin. Han Lin was teased by the supervisor all day long, and he learned to be full of obscene words that invite people to ravage him. Shame, so he didn't say anything, but that was still one of the few free times in Hanlin.

He had to sit on the wooden horse until before lunch before being let down. Lunch was often rich, but it was always placed on the ground. When Hanlin got off the wooden horse, his hands were still tied behind his back, so he could only lie down on the ground and eat like a dog. Things, after a nap, he has to learn to walk on his knees for half an hour. Hanlin never knew that crawling is also a skill, and the time from then to Maoshi the next day is still Hanlin himself. He can do whatever he wants, even if it is reading sage books.

The time when Xinjun came to see him was always changing. Sometimes he came to see him out of interest, sometimes he came to see him when he was tired of dealing with government affairs. He even had lunch with Hanlin—he sat at the table, Hanlin licked at the bottom of his feet. Once Hanlin felt that when he looked at him, there was shock and confusion in his eyes. He was scared to death, but he still didn't know what to say. He could only raise his head and gently rub his cheek against the emperor's dragon root .

Xinjun rejected Hanlin in horror, and asked him: "You are...Wei Zhi Wei Zining? What's going on with you?"

Hanlin flattered and said in awe: "Slave is Your Majesty's dog."

Xinjun seemed to have heard the news of the collapse of the earth, he fell off the chair, and then fled.

But this time Hanlin was not punished by the supervisor for "failing to please His Majesty". Half an hour later, the new emperor sent someone to kill them, and threw out all the utensils in the palace, and then he seemed to be tired of playing Hanlin also hasn't shown his face for half a year, so there is no shortage of food and clothing.

Hanlin didn't dare to touch the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He squatted in the yard and used the branches and mud as pens and paper to write saint articles. The consolation is that he wrote more and more articles, and the impression of that unbearable memory was also in his mind. It became more and more shallow, and the imprint of being trained on him gradually disappeared, and finally it seemed that only the memory of him being imprisoned by the new king remained, and the subsequent memory was beyond recognition, but Hanlin did not notice it Unusual, he thought that was the way it should be.

When his cognition became "Because he was both the teacher of the new king and a loyal minister of the previous dynasty, the new king didn't know how to deal with him, so he was put under house arrest first", an assassin fell into the trap where he was arrested. In the palace of house arrest.

A large part of the assassin's sleeve was cut off, exposing his right arm. Hanlin saw the scar on the inner side of the assassin's upper arm when he climbed over the wall. He was silent for a while, and decided to pretend that he didn't know what kind of trick Xinjun was playing.

The assassin hid in Hanlin's bedroom. He suffered from a non-existent injury—Hanlin said it was an internal injury when asked, and complained to him that the new king, contrary to his usual calmness, insisted on restoring the land and population of the world within three years. Make a book, redefine the grades, grades, and grades, and want to hold his mountains and rivers clearly in his hands, like a kid who hasn't grown up.

So the officials who scolded the new monarch followed suit, quarreled with the officials who supported the new monarch in the court every day, and then violated the newly ordered "Ritual System" together, and were dragged down to be punished. "Does it hurt or not" friendship, but the conflict between the central government and the local government became more and more intense, so he was sent to kill the emperor.

When Xinjun was a proton, he once told Hanlin about his lofty ambitions, which is exactly the same as what he is doing now. Hanlin wanted to laugh, but it is rare to have such an emperor who does not change his original intention. In fact, he is a blessing to the people, so he asked : "Why did Your Majesty tell the minister this?"

The assassin refused to admit it, and he generously took off the face scarf that he had worn for several days, revealing a face wearing a human skin mask, touched the scar and asked Hanlin: "The emperor looks so ugly? Then the court will end. "

Hanlin pointed to his disgraceful torn sleeves: "When you were a proton, you learned to bow and horse. You didn't know that when the arrow was shot, you had to rotate your arm so that the inner side of your upper arm faced you, so a piece of flesh was taken off by the bowstring. The medicine you took, so you still remember the shape of the scar." He pushed the dazed emperor off the bed and asked, "Are you trying to confuse others with the assassination and injury? But how dangerous it is for the emperor not to sit in the palace... ..."

Xinjun stepped on the carpet with bare feet, waved his hands indifferently, and said casually: "It's okay, I've done it several times to measure the land and count the population."

What he said was "I've done it several times." Hanlin only regarded him as a slip of the tongue. He frowned and grabbed the corner of his quilt, and habitually tried to reprimand the emperor: "What's the use of thinking about it several times? Does Your Majesty know what's going on?" difficulties?"

The new king fixedly looked at Hanlin who dared to scold him, and suddenly heaved a long sigh of relief. Although he didn't know why he treated Hanlin like that before, at least everything has been restored. Hanlin is still the gentleman who does not hide from the world. Hanlin, not his dog, he laughed happily, picked Hanlin up from the bed and turned him around twice, stuffed him back under the quilt before he could react, and said briskly: "Mr. Yes, I'll be right back."

Hanlin subconsciously said: "Put on your shoes before walking."

Xin Jun smiled and agreed, he took two steps, then remembered something, turned around and said: "I know that you don't want to be disturbed by others, I have prepared a private house for you in the west of the city, and now the old and new dynasties have almost merged, sir You can move in, but it's a pity that the court is in a mess, and I can't give you a high official and generous salary immediately."

Hanlin was moved by Xinjun's thoughtfulness, he got off the bed, sent him to the door, watched him get on the imperial chariot and left, and then turned back to sleep.