What's the meaning
What do you mean you weren’t stupid before
Isn't it common knowledge that Prince Qi Changyi was born this way
"Speak clearly!"
Pei Zheng's men suddenly increased their strength, and Qi Bingzhi felt that his jaw was about to be crushed by him.
She was in so much pain that her eyes were blurry. She said intermittently, "It seems that the adults don't know... That's right... If it wasn't for my mother telling me, I would never have thought of it.
It turned out that Qi Changyi was very smart when he was a child. He could recite poems and odes at a young age, and he was eloquent and well-liked by the emperor.
But at that time Qi Changyi was always kept in the harem and rarely showed up in public, so not many people knew about his childhood.
His mother, Concubine Ning, was presented to the emperor by a foreigner. She did not love the emperor and was therefore always cold and indifferent to him.
But this did not affect the emperor's love and pampering for her. He rewarded her with the best things and gave her a separate bedroom, not allowing outsiders to disturb her.
At that time, compared to the fourth prince Qi Changfeng, the emperor liked his youngest son Qi Changyi more, because Qi Changyi looked more like his mother since he was a child, with beautiful facial features and a well-behaved and lovely character.
The emperor also had high hopes for him, saying that he would become a talented person when he grew up.
But who would have thought that when he was seven years old, Qi Changyi suddenly fell seriously ill. He had a high fever for several days and nights, which damaged his brain.
After waking up again, Qi Changyi became a little different. He spoke haltingly and had completely lost his former cleverness.
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As Qi Changyi grew older, the abnormality became more and more obvious. He had a very simple mind, so simple that one could even say he was stupid.
He studied with his teacher in the study, but he could never learn what the teacher taught him. He was also teased by other princes and princesses in various ways. Every time he returned, he was covered in injuries on half his body.
Concubine Ning felt distressed, so she begged the emperor to stop him from going to school. The emperor agreed and even taught him some things personally.
Later, Concubine Ning committed treason and collaborating with the enemy.
Without the protection of his mother, Qi Changyi grew up in fear until he met Pei Zheng.
"What do you mean by a serious illness? It's just an excuse to the outside world..." Qi Bingzhi felt as if the air in her body was being taken away bit by bit, and she struggled to say the rest of the words.
"The reason he became like this was all man-made!"
The hand on her neck suddenly loosened, and Qi Bingzhi began to breathe hurriedly and rapidly. Her face turned red, and she coughed for a long time before gradually calming down.
"Man-made? Who did it?"
"The fourth prince..." Qi Bingzhi looked at Pei Zheng and said, "... Qi Changfeng."
Pei Zheng's expression suddenly changed. He grabbed Qi Bingzhi by the collar and pulled her in front of him. "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know. Years ago, the thirteen-year-old fourth prince sneaked out of the palace with the seven-year-old prince to play. The two had a dispute outside. In order to punish the prince, the fourth prince asked him to climb over the palace wall alone. Unexpectedly, the prince accidentally fell from the high palace wall and hit his head. Since then, he has had a high fever for three consecutive days..."
"I think Changyi himself probably doesn't remember it. It is said that the reason for the dispute between the two outside the palace was actually because of a little beggar. It's really ridiculous..."
"Shut up!" Pei Zheng didn't know why, the bloodshot in his eyes reappeared, and his expression was also wrong.
He seemed to be in some kind of pain, and it took him a long time to find his voice. "Which day was it years ago?"
Qi Bingzhi was frightened by his appearance and replied stupidly, "The twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, the Great Cold."
With a bang, the bowstring in Pei Zheng's mind broke, and memories suddenly invaded like a flood.
Suddenly, a heart-wrenching pain surged up in his body, and his head felt like it was being split in half. Pei Zheng covered his chest, almost suffocating.
Suddenly, blood flowed from his lips, and his eyes went dark and he passed out.
Consciousness slowly withdrew from the body and gradually became vague, floating across the snow and ice outside, floating across the bustling imperial capital, and floating into a small alley covered with snowflakes.
Fifteen-year-old Pei Zheng lives in such a dark and gloomy alley.
"Master, please be kind and give me some food... I can work, I am very strong, I can pay the wages..."
A dishevelled little beggar stood in front of the door of a wealthy and powerful family, his bare feet stepping on the new snow on the ground, and the chilblains on the back of his feet had festered and oozing pus.
"Hey, you stinky beggar, get out of here! Don't dirty my master's door here! Get out of here quickly!"
The butler kicked the little beggar in the chest, causing him to roll down the steps and be buried in the deep snow.
The little beggar was so thin that he had barely any flesh on his body. He was not very tall and looked very frail. The tattered cloth strips on his body were in tatters and could not keep out the cold wind at all.
He lay in the snow for a long time without being able to get up. He just rolled down the stairs and hit his forehead, causing him to feel dizzy and dazed by the pain.
The housekeeper was very angry when he saw the little beggar still lying in front of his door and refusing to leave. He walked up to him and stepped on his fingers.
"Hey, stop pretending to be dead here! Wake me up quickly so I can find another place to die. Don't die in front of my house!"
The little beggar felt a piercing pain in his fingers. He finally regained some consciousness and tried to pull his fingers out in a hurry, but the housekeeper refused to let go.
"Hey, you're awake! I knew you were just pretending! Aren't you quite energetic? Why didn't you get up when I called you just now? Are you kidding me?"
The housekeeper gritted his teeth and put more force on his feet. The little beggar curled up in pain. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he suddenly pushed the housekeeper with all his might with his other hand and actually pushed him down.
The butler fell flat on his face, wiped the snow off his face, and glared at the little beggar with anger.
"How dare you push me! You bastard! I must teach you a lesson today!"
The housekeeper waved his hand to call out the servants inside the door, who roughly dragged the little beggar up from the ground and directly dragged him into the gate, then closed the door tightly.
The housekeeper ordered his men to drag the little beggar all the way to the backyard of the mansion, and then had him severely beaten.
The steward stopped only when the little beggar was dying and fell on the snow covered with wounds.
I was just about to order someone to drag the little beggar out through the back door and throw him into a deserted alley to die.
The owner of the mansion suddenly came back.
This master was no ordinary person. He was actually an official serving in the court. He was a fifth-rank official and his surname was Zhao and his name was Xun.
Zhao Xun saw several servants carrying a man and looked at the housekeeper.
The housekeeper smiled hastily and said, "Sir, this little beggar is so arrogant and daring. I have punished him and am about to send him away." Zhao Xun looked at the thin figure and walked over.
The housekeeper was a little surprised, "Sir, this beggar is very dirty, you'd better stay away from him to avoid getting contaminated by dirt."
"No problem."
Zhao Xun walked over and reached out to lift the dirty hair that was stuck to the little beggar's face.
When the fair and beautiful face underneath was revealed, everyone else was stunned.
Although his face was covered in dirt, his tightly closed eyes, slightly trembling eyelashes, straight and upturned nose, pale and bloodless lips, and delicate and extremely thin and fragile chin...
The pair of eyes slowly opened, the narrow pupils were full of panic and fear, and there was a sense of reserve and dignity between the eyebrows.
How could a beggar who lives on the streets begging for a living look like this
Zhao Xun suppressed the surprise in his eyes, put on a concerned expression, and his fingers involuntarily lifted his collar.
The little beggar was breathing weakly and speaking in a very small voice, "Sir, please, spare my life..."
Zhao Xun didn't say anything, but the butler saw something strange in his expression.
"My Lord, you have a kind heart. You didn't say you wanted to kill me! Someone, take him to the guest room and settle him down temporarily. Ask a guard to come and take good care of him. Do you hear me?"
The servants didn't understand why the butler's expression changed so quickly, so they quickly responded and pulled the people away.
Zhao Xun stood there, watching the little beggar's back as he left.
"My lord, how is it?" The housekeeper came over. "I ordered people to bring him back because I saw that he was quite good-looking. Who knew he had such a fierce temper?" Zhao Xun twisted his fingers. "It's better to be fierce. Only when you are fierce can you feel the taste of conquest. Don't you think so?"
The two then smiled at each other.
The little beggar never thought that he would be so lucky. He met a kind-hearted man who not only took him in, but also treated him like a young master and served him well with good food and drink every day.
His wounds had almost healed, his frostbite had been cured, his skin had returned to being fair and smooth, and he looked extremely noble in his gorgeous clothes.
Lord Zhao is already over 40 years old, but he has no wife or children. He is often busy with state affairs. He is truly a conscientious official.
The little beggar felt bad about eating and living for free, so he took the initiative to ask to serve Zhao Xun.
The housekeeper immediately agreed, "I wanted to wait for you to recuperate for a few more days, but since you insist on doing this, I can't stop you anymore."
The little beggar was filled with joy and brought a bowl of hot health-preserving soup to Zhao Xun's study.
When he pushed the door open, Zhao Xun was writing a chapter with a lit candle. When he looked up and saw the person coming, he took two deep breaths and smiled.
"come over."
The little beggar carefully carried the soup over and handed it to Zhao Xun.
"My lord, you have worked hard. Drink some hot soup first to warm yourself up."
Zhao Xun took the soup, but put it directly on the table, then stared at the person in front of him.
"Don't be shy, come, sit down." Zhao Xun patted his side.
The little beggar was embarrassed, "Sir, this is probably not appropriate..."
Zhao Xun simply reached out and pulled him, and he was caught off guard and was pulled to sit on Zhao Xun's lap.
"What's inappropriate? This is my study, no one dares to come here." Zhao Xun's big hand pinched his slender waist, "Except you."
The little beggar was so frightened that his whole body froze. He felt something terrible pressing hard against his butt. His mind went blank and he didn't know how to react.
Zhao Xun raised his hand and pushed everything on the table aside, then carried the person in his arms onto the table and hurriedly began to tear off his clothes.
"I've been waiting for so long, and I've finally taken care of you. Although you're still a little thin, it's okay, just take care of you." Zhao Xun took a long time to take off his clothes, and couldn't wait any longer, so he took off his own pants first.
The little beggar began to struggle desperately, kicking his feet wildly.
Zhao Xun directly spread his legs and said with rapid breathing, "Alright, stop struggling, you can't escape. Why do you think I keep you? Of course, it's to serve me! You still don't want to get up, why didn't you refuse when you moved in?"
The little beggar's tears flowed down his face and he struggled with all his strength.
"I... I don't know... I don't know if you want to do this... Let me go... I'm leaving... Let me go..."
Zhao Xun was scratched by him and got angry. He grabbed his hair and pulled it back, whispering in his ear, "You want to leave now? I tell you, it's too late! You still dare to resist? I'll let you resist!
As he said that, Zhao Xun pulled his head and slammed it hard against the table.
The little beggar's forehead was instantly bleeding, and the blood covered one of his eyes. When he opened his eye, half of it was blood red.
He saw the bowl of boiling hot soup on the table, picked it up without a care and threw it behind him.
The soup bowl happened to spill onto Zhao Xun's chest, and he immediately screamed in pain.
The little beggar took this opportunity to quickly get down from the table and stumbled out the door.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he ran out of the door, he was knocked unconscious by a stick by the butler who was guarding the door.
After opening his eyes again, the little beggar found himself thrown into a woodshed with dim light all around.
His clothes were still intact, but the wound on his forehead was more serious. The wound had not been treated and the blood had dried on it.
The door of the woodshed was opened and the housekeeper came in. He directed several people to drag the little beggar up from the ground and took him directly to the backyard.
There was a big tree in the backyard. The little beggar was half hung on the tree with his wrists tied up. His toes could barely touch the ground, and his entire weight was concentrated on his wrists. Several servants came over with whips and beat him hard for more than ten times without saying a word. Every whip made his skin and flesh burst.
"You are so brave! You actually dared to hurt the adults! You just reflect on yourself here. When you wake up, you can come down!" After saying that, the butler left with a group of people.
The little beggar opened his mouth halfway and couldn't catch his breath for a long time. He was seriously injured. Blood flowed down his body and into the snow beneath him, melting into a large pool of blood and snow water.
He broke out in a cold sweat when he was whipped just now, and now the cold wind was blowing, making him shiver uncontrollably.
The pain in his body became more and more numb, his eyelids became heavy, and finally he could not hold on any longer and passed out.
The next day, the butler brought the servant over again and asked him if he knew he was wrong.
The little beggar lowered his eyes and did not answer, and was beaten again.
The same thing happened on the third day.
Day 4, Day 5…
For seven whole days, the little beggar was hung on the tree and whipped.
Every time he fainted from the pain, he felt that he would never wake up again, but he would always be able to wake up again in pain the next day.
Every day a little maid would come to feed him a few bites of food and drink to prevent him from dying.
They tortured him and humiliated him just to make him admit his mistakes and submit, but the little beggar would rather die than do that.
Finally, he found an opportunity to escape.
This day happened to be the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, the Great Cold.
The little maid who fed him hurriedly stuffed a piece of broken porcelain bowl into his hand, then walked away as if nothing had happened.
The little beggar hurriedly pinched the broken pieces into his palm. He didn't feel any pain even though his palm was cut. He just felt his nervous heart pounding and about to jump out.
That night, the little beggar cut the rope that bound his wrists and escaped from the mansion, leaving bloody marks with every step.
He didn't dare to stop. Every wound on his body was excruciatingly painful. He couldn't stop. He could only walk faster, escape faster, and leave here quickly.
The cold wind blew through his clothes, and the blood in his body froze and solidified, no longer dripping.
He hid in an alley, huddled down under a pile of tattered straw mats, then he could no longer hold on and slowly lost consciousness.
He didn't know how long he was unconscious. In a trance, he seemed to hear someone talking, and a pair of warm little hands touched his forehead.
The hands were small, but soft and warm, making him want to move closer to the source of heat.
"Do you want me to hug you? Can I hug you? You are bleeding a lot. Did someone bully you?"
He knew that he must be in a very miserable state now, but the owner of those hands did not despise him. Instead, he opened his small arms, held his head in his arms, and gently stroked his hair to comfort him.
"Alright, alright, stop crying. Does your wound hurt? I'll blow on it and it will stop hurting."
It seemed as if there was really a stream of hot air blowing on the wound on my forehead, so warm that it could melt the ice all over my body.
"Are you hungry? I'll go buy you something delicious, okay? Just wait here for me, okay?"
The little beggar couldn't open his eyes, and could only see through a tiny gap that a small white ball ran past his eyes, and then ran out of the alley. He looked back every few steps in worry, and then the ball disappeared.
It was all too unreal, too untrue; he had never encountered such warm kindness before, so he thought he was just hallucinating and soon fell into a coma again.
It was indeed an illusion. The little man who left never came back.
Instead, there was a bustling noise coming from the entrance of the alley, and several people walked in.
The leader walked up to him. He looked about the same age as him, but was wearing expensive clothes, and looked arrogant and dignified, with an extraordinary temperament.
The little beggar had regained some consciousness, but he was still unable to move. His face was as pale as paper, and the wounds on his body were extremely painful when he moved.
The noble man said, "So he is just a stinking beggar, but he insisted on bringing him back to the palace. I think he is becoming more and more unruly, relying on his favor to act so recklessly!"
The people around him thought the little beggar was still unconscious, and whispered to him, "Your Highness, please don't be angry. This beggar has an unknown origin, so we must not take him back. Besides, it's getting late now, so let's go back to the palace as soon as possible."
The Fourth Prince glanced at the beggar lying on the ground with great contempt, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.
Unexpectedly, the little beggar suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the person who appeared outside the alley with some fear. It was the people from the Zhao Mansion who were chasing him!
What should he do? What should he do
The little beggar struggled to stand up, crawled to the feet of the Fourth Prince, and reached out to gently tug at the hem of his clothes.
"Please... you... save... me... please..."
He spoke incoherently, and there were stains of blood all around him.
The fourth prince looked at him with disgust and kicked him aside, "Don't touch me, I'm so dirty!"
The guards who were following him hurried over and pulled the little beggar aside. They picked him up and threw him against the wall without mercy, letting his body fall limply to the ground, and did not forget to step on his wounds a few times.
"You stinky beggar! You don't even consider your own worth. You dare to touch anyone. You are so bold!"
The Fourth Prince stood by with his arms folded, watching the little beggar being trampled and curled up into a ball, unable to resist.
His eyes suddenly met with that of the little beggar. The Fourth Prince was shocked by the cold, stubborn and full of hatred in his eyes and exclaimed, "How dare you stare at me!"
When the guards heard this, they stepped even harder. The little beggar had difficulty even raising his head, and his vision was hidden behind his messy hair.
The fourth prince stopped several guards and walked towards the entrance of the alley, saying as he walked, "It's unlucky to meet such a dirty thing!"
When he reached the entrance of the alley, he ran into the people from the Zhao Mansion.
The housekeeper of the Zhao Mansion saw that this person was definitely a powerful person, so he smiled and walked up to him and said, "Sir, may I ask if you have seen a wounded little beggar?"
The fourth prince sneered and pointed to the alley kindly, "The person is in there, but he didn't know what was good for him so I gave him a lesson."
The housekeeper smiled and thanked him, then rushed into the alley with his men...
The little beggar was caught and brought back to Zhao's house again, and this time he was punished more severely and whipped. He still refused to give in, and even kicked Zhao Xun's precious life knot when he insisted on making a bow.
Zhao Xun was so angry that he lost his mind. He ordered his men to beat the little beggar to death, break his finger bones, and secretly throw him into the graveyard in the middle of the night.
Heavy snow began to fall, covering the dead hill layer by layer.
—There was a long bloodstain on the vast snowy ground, as if someone had crawled out from the graveyard and climbed onto the official road.
A red figure was lying in the middle of the official road, with a strong smell of blood all around him, and the blood dyed a large area of white snow red.
A carriage drove over from afar, and sitting on it was a talented young doctor who was going to the palace for an appointment. His name was Jiang Yubai.
Four years later, the Pei family finally recognized their only son who had been living outside. Then the new prime minister Pei Zheng came to power. He was notoriously cruel, violent and cold-blooded. The first thing he did was to find a reason to punish Zhao Xun, who had resigned and returned home. More than 30 people in the Zhao family were all executed. Zhao Xun was imprisoned in the secret prison of the prime minister's mansion and tortured. Then he was thrown into the military camp and tortured to death by dozens of strong men. The housekeeper had his fingers and toes pulled out and was thrown into the dead pile and buried alive.
I heard that Prime Minister Pei once tried to find a little maid in the Zhao Mansion, but failed in the end.