King's Landing [Rebirth]

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☆Liu Li has recently been fascinated by the Wei and Jin Dynasties, so he borrowed the background of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but this article is fictional, and the main characters and events in it are all fictitious, so please don't take it for granted.

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Sima Rong was woken up by the pain. When he regained his senses, he felt tingling pain all over his body. He thought that he was lying on the steps outside the palace gate and was engulfed by fire, and was about to go to hell to meet the king of Hades, but he realized something was wrong after a while.

The pain in the body is pain, but it is not the pain of burning, and there is no heat wave around, but it feels a little cold, and even the already numb legs feel pain, which is really a strange thing.

Smelling dry grass and soil, Sima Rong realized that he was lying on the ground, opened his eyes with difficulty, saw a few feet sticking out in front of him, and soon saw a young face approaching.

"Huh? He's not dead!" The young face showed great joy and surprise, and a finger pointed straight at the tip of his nose, "Look!"

Sima Rong thought that he had met someone with good intentions, so he put his hands on the ground and tried to get up, but suddenly he was kicked hard on his body, his back hurt, and he fell to the ground again, almost chewing on the mud.

"How dare you pretend to be dead! Two more whips!"

"Or, let's forget it? It's getting late, and your lord and the two young masters will be back soon. If something happens to your life, it won't end well."

Sima Rong couldn't figure out the current situation for a while, and only listened to them say a few words in silence. While thinking to himself, he was kicked again: "Get up! Don't pretend to be dead!"

Where did you come from!

Anger welled up in Sima Rong's heart, and he got up from the ground enduring the severe pain. His gaze swept over the faces of the four young men dressed as house slaves in front of him, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned his head to look for a sharp weapon on the ground, but suddenly With a shock in his heart, he watched his legs froze.

Before he had time to think about it, Sima Rong was kicked again. He suppressed his thoughts and looked down quickly. He saw that he was only wearing a pair of obscene trousers, and the rest of his exposed flesh was covered with fresh whip wounds. Look again. The clothes scattered on the ground were similar to those of those people. Guessing it belonged to him, he leaned over to pick it up, and let the four people urge him to move forward while wearing them.

A few people walked through the withered reeds, and they could see the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers when they raised their eyes. This place was obviously far away from the imperial palace.

Sima Rong was puzzled when he heard the person next to him threatening: "Go back and keep your mouth shut, you are going to Beijing tomorrow, and the second son will not be able to protect you from now on!"

Another person laughed and said, "I dare not speak loudly, and I dare not sue and expose us even if I have ten guts!"

Sima Rong listened to their ridicule again, his eyes sank, he broke a reed stalk casually, kept the sharpest part in his hand, walked to a tree and stopped, Looking at them coldly: "Where is this?"

The four of them were all taken aback, pointing at him and laughing loudly: "Is this because I was beaten stupid? Hahahaha..."

While they were not paying attention, Sima Rong snatched the whip rope from one of the people nearby, grabbed the back of his hand and tied it firmly to the tree with two lashes.

Although he lived like a useless person in the palace, his hands were extremely flexible. He just used some ingenuity to restrain the person closest to him in the blink of an eye, and then he held the reed to his neck, sharply stabbing him. The stabbing was so hard that the man screamed in pain.

"Yuansheng! What are you doing?!" The other three were so scared by the sudden change that they looked at him with bewildered eyes.

Sima Rong looked at them coldly: "You call me Yuan Sheng?"

"..." Several people stared at him as if they had seen a ghost, "You, you, what else can you call yourself if you are not Yuan Sheng?"

Sima Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked again: "Who is your lord? Who is the second young master?"

Several people stared at him with dilated eye sockets, not daring to catch their breath, and took a few steps back in horror, stunned for a while, then suddenly turned around and ran away, screaming in horror: "Damn it! Yuan Sheng has been upper bodyed by a ghost! "

Sima Rong ignored them and turned his head to look at the man tied to the tree. Seeing that the man's legs were shaking with fright, he couldn't help feeling contemptuous: "Say it!"

"You, you... are you Yuansheng?"

Sima Rong thought for a while, then smiled lightly: "I am."

"Huh..." The man let out a long breath, but when he raised his eyes, he felt that his smile was very strange, panic came up again, and he stammered, "Then, then why don't you know who the lord is?"

"If you want to live, stop talking nonsense!" Sima Rong sent the sharp stab forward.

"Ahhhh——" The man was so painful that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he quickly explained honestly, "My, my lord is our prefect of Wu County, Mr. Lu."

"Lu Wen?" Sima Rong frowned, "Then the eldest son you are talking about is Lu Zixuan? The second son is Lu Zixiu?"

The man nodded repeatedly, and said with an apologetic smile, "Yuan Sheng, what's wrong with you? Don't you remember all of this?"

"What's going on when you enter Beijing tomorrow?"

The man looked at him with stern eyes, and he was completely different from the usual Yuan Sheng. He swallowed his saliva in fright, and said tremblingly: "Lord Lu was summoned to Beijing, and he said that he would send four slaves and four maidservants to the prime minister by the way. I heard that the Second Young Master did not agree to send you there, but Mr. Lu insisted on sending you there, and the Second Young Master couldn't compete, so he had to agree."

After hearing this, Sima Rong lowered his head and looked at himself again. Unexpectedly, he didn't die with a sword in his chest, and he opened his eyes and became a lowly slave. , let's just go with what happens.

Taking advantage of Sima Rong's distraction, the man tilted his neck slightly to the side to avoid the sharp point in his hand, still daring not to vent his breath.

Sima Rong raised his eyes and smiled at him, laughing so hard that his hairs stood on end: "You see that I won't fight back, so you pull me out of my wounds in private, don't you?"

The more the man looked at him, the more he felt that he was not Yuan Sheng. He was so frightened that he almost peed his pants, and now he was suddenly questioned by Xing Shi, so he couldn't speak half a sentence. Scolded a pass.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Sima Rong asked again: "I'm usually weak and can be bullied? How many times have you bullied me?"

"No, no, no! Second Young Master has always taken care of you, how dare we?"

"Then you can't get used to the Second Young Master taking care of me, and you feel jealous, so you take advantage of me before I leave to vent your anger?"

The man shut his mouth shut in fright.

Not speaking is acquiescing. Sima Rong asked all the questions he should ask, so he lost the interest in interrogating him again. He released the man from the tree, still tied his hands, and held the end of the rope: "Let's go."

The man nodded repeatedly, stumbling and leading the way, his legs trembling.

Sima Rong previously only cared about sorting out the current situation, and didn't have time to pay attention to his legs and feet. Now that his mind is free, he suddenly feels that walking is awkward. After all, it is so different from before.

Back in the Lu Mansion, Sima Rong had already let go of the man, followed him in, and noticed the three servants who bullied him before hiding in the corner and peeping, and frowned involuntarily: It hurts, it hurts to death .

Sima Rong is new here, one more thing is worse than one less thing, I didn't want to argue with a few servants, but the pain on my body is so painful, I don't know if Yuan Sheng died of pain, I really don't know how bad it is , and finally couldn't help but frowned in front of Lu Zixiu.

"Yuan Sheng, the Prime Minister's Mansion is no different than other places. You have to be more careful when you go there. You can stay at ease. I will also enter Beijing soon. After everything is settled, I will go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to get you back." Lu Zixiu said Then he suddenly stopped, "What's wrong with you?"

Sima Rong was surprised how this well-known gentle and talented man could be so concerned about a servant, and when he heard his question, he immediately faltered.

Lu Zixiu stared at him: "What's the matter? Are you blaming me?"

Sima Rong quickly shook his head, lowered his eyes and rubbed his arms.

Lu Zixiu stared for a moment, quickly lifted his sleeves, and gasped: "Who beat you?"

Seeing that he was so nervous, Sima Rong felt a little relieved, and said in a low voice, "It's all right, does Second Young Master have any wound medicine?"

Lu Zixiu's face showed sullenness, he hurriedly left the table and got up, and ordered someone to call the doctor over quickly, and then there was a flurry of nonsense.

Sima Rong only pretended to be docile, and didn't say a word about the injury. He asked the doctor to check it and confirmed that there was no serious problem. Then he was relieved, and asked Lu Zixiu to stuff two packs of medicine, and kicked him in his arms to rest. Well, as for whether Lu Zixiu will investigate this matter in the future, he has no intention of caring about it, he just waits for the road tomorrow morning.

Regardless of his identity as Sima Rong or Yuan Sheng, he hoped from the bottom of his heart that he could enter Beijing smoothly.

Enduring the pain at night, he huddled together with several servants to rest. Sima Rong opened his eyes in the dark, not knowing what this Yuan looked like, but with his nimble legs and feet, he felt a sense of relief. To be able to live again, after all, A blessing.

He let his biological father, who is now the Holy One, grab him from the sick bed and push him to the point of the sword.

The Wang family was forced to rebel in a hurry, and His Majesty the Emperor fled all the way to the residence of the abandoned prince who was forgotten in a corner. At a critical moment, he finally found that this son was still useful, so he immediately pulled it out as a human shield. blink.

Although Sima Rong was born to the empress, it is a pity that the empress died of dystocia. He was framed as a useless person when he was young. Give the empress's family a lot of face, but it's a pity that he is a useless person after all. He has not appeared in front of people for many years and has been completely forgotten.

In the past 20 years, he has hardly seen any outsiders. As for the civil and military officials in the court, even if they stand in front of him in line, he can't tell who is who. Sure, it's an inexplicable death.

However, before he died, he had a wish. He crawled out of the palace door with his last breath, and finally saw the vast blue sky that he had been yearning for for 20 years. .

Sima Rong couldn't sleep because of the pain, so he just got up and went outside to enjoy the moonlight, thinking that he was going to serve the powerful Prime Minister Wang soon, he couldn't help laughing at himself, he didn't know whether the Wang family's rebellion would be successful or not, the former enemy, but now It is really unpredictable to become your own master.