Kuai Chuan: I was picked up by the sickly male protagonist again

Although the regent liked to use him to humiliate the little emperor, he didn't bother to care about him, a lowly disaster caused by a firework woman, as long as he didn't die before it was needed.

With no power, no power, and no one to back him up, he could only endure these things for life, and be the little emperor's punching bag.

Being beaten by the little emperor was already a common occurrence for him, and he was used to it.

Whip... hit him?

Su Lang didn't go to pick up the whip Shen Yuchao handed over. He looked at the more scars on his body as the collar was torn off, and a bunch of corresponding memories suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Among those memories, some of the original owners whipped him, some of them stabbed him with needles, and some of them threw vases at him.

He didn't hide, he just stood there and was smashed to the point of bleeding. The blood continued to flow down his cheeks, staining his clothes red.

The original owner, however, did not let him go because of this. After throwing away one vase, he threw several more. In the end, he was afraid that throwing too many vases would expose the fact that he was not weak, so he stopped.

After smashing it, Shen Yuchao left on his own with injuries all over his body.

I heard that no imperial doctor was willing to treat Shen Yuchao's wound, and the wound on his head was cleaned by himself.

Because the cleaning was not in place, after the injury was healed, a scar was left on the head forever.

Recalling these memories of the original owner, Su Lang gritted his teeth, his face turned pale, and his hands could not help creaking.

After clenching for a while, he let go of his hand again, stretched tremblingly to Shen Yuchao's forehead, and gently lifted his long hair that was hanging down in front of him.

Without the cover of the long hair, a long, ugly, somewhat uneven scar was instantly exposed on the side of the forehead.

He moved his hand down slowly, caressing the hideous scar with some trembling.

As soon as he touched the scar, Su Lang's nose felt sore, and the tears that had not disappeared for a long time rushed down again.

He suppressed the tears, his voice choked up and he looked at Shen Yuchao, "The... injury on your head must have... hurt a lot when it was hit, right?"

How could the original owner be so cruel and treat him so cruelly.

All of this obviously has nothing to do with him, it was all brought by the regent, and he is just a poor man with the same miserable fate!

Obviously he smashed it with his own hands, and he smashed it more than once, and now he asked him if it hurts?

Shen Yuchao found it very funny, and taunted him mercilessly, "Your majesty is really a nobleman who forgets things a lot, and you caused this injury yourself. Why, you forgot it in a blink of an eye?"

"Is it very satisfying to look at this scar, and feel that your hands are a little itchy again, and you want to hit it a few more times?"

"If the emperor wants to hit me, he can just hit me, he can hit anything, anyway, I'm just a cheap life, right?

I have already brought the vase for the emperor, the emperor doesn't need to bother looking for something suitable, he can just hit me with this. "

He smiled, and relying on his feeling, he touched another vase from the side cabinet and handed it to Su Lang.

The more he listened to his words, the more Su Lang's heart ached, as if being picked up, so painful that he couldn't breathe.

His tide had suffered so much humiliation that he could say these distressing words so calmly with such an indifferent face.

Understatement, as if these things did not happen to him, but stories that happened to others.

He must hate his own body, right?