His real name is Meng Jun, but his mother calls him A Jin.
My father loves willows, and the family has planted willows all over the garden. At the beginning of April, the catkins are like snow.
At that time, there were many people coming and going at home, and his ignorant salute was a bit clumsy, but he could get a sentence of appreciation that he couldn't understand. Because I don't understand, I can't be considered happy, but my father is different. From his hearty laughter, I vaguely understand that this is something worth laughing at.
So he followed the path that his father pointed out for him and walked fearfully. Others said that the youngest son of the Meng family was born smart and would become a great weapon in the future.
He said so much, and he thought so.
Until the age of seven, the reform supported by his father failed, angered the emperor, and was arrested and imprisoned. With an imperial decree, the former splendor is gone, the Meng family is in decline, men are slaves, and women are prostitutes.
That year, his father drank poison in prison, his mother and elder sister hanged themselves, and he was sold and exiled.
"Since ancient times, there have been bloody victims of reforms. If there are, it should start with my generation."
This was the last sentence his father left him, but he didn't understand what could be more important than the lives of his family. He couldn't figure it out and didn't understand that most of those who praised him for his intelligence were just empty and polite words.
The fine clothes were stripped off, the body was whipped, and the shackles were locked on his wrists and ankles, making him look like a thin walking corpse. The color between the sky and the earth is all gray and misty, without a trace of brilliance.
Later, he was sold by Ren Yazi to Shangjing, a wealthy royal city, at the foot of the emperor.
Straw marks were planted on their heads, and they were pushed and shoved into the market like dogs to be sold. Ren Yazi asked them to kneel in a row, bowing to the old men who came and went. There was a child named Bean Sprout who was weak in body, made a bow, and never got up again.
Ren Yazi thought that Bean Sprout was being lazy, so he picked up the whip and whipped it without saying a word. The boy's slender wrist was not as thick as a whip, and when it fell on his body, his skin was torn apart and dripping with blood.
It wasn't the poor kid named Dou Sprout who got hurt, it was him. He protected the bean sprouts under his body, his thin back arched like a trembling bridge.
"He's passed out, don't hit him..." He said this, the wound on his back made people shiver with pain.
Ren Yazi glared angrily, cursed the most unbearable obscenities in the market, and whipped him again while speaking.
The crisp sound of the whip made one's bones chill, and he closed his eyes, but he didn't wait for the whip to fall on him for a long time.
"In broad daylight, the world is bright and bright, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, how dare you bully the weak and do evil!"
A clear and clear voice rushed into my ears rashly, with a bit of complacency.
He raised his head, and saw the young man in fresh clothes and angry horse, his eyes were like stars, countless pieces of gold were sprinkled by the scorching sun at noon, the young man was dressed in light gold, his eyes and eyebrows were full of pride. That was the first time he saw Qin Zheng, and he remembered it so clearly.
Later, Qin Zheng bought him. Five taels of silver, a fate for a lifetime.
"May I have your name?"
He looked up at his master, the proud and wanton son of the Hou family: "Meng Hanyi..."
If you want to ask someone on a long journey, there is nowhere to send cold clothes when the cold comes.
Since then, there has been no more Meng Jun.
"Hanyi?" Qin Zheng looked at him with a smile, his eyes were like the spring water of Crescent Lake, clear to the bottom: "Can you read?"
He nods.
Qin Zheng held him happily: "Very good! Will you be my bookboy from now on?"
Compared to selling into Fireworks and Willow Lane, being a book boy is really a better end, he thought to himself.
He is a book boy, a servant, a servant, something that Qin Zheng can kill at will with a snap of his fingers.
But he is the only one who thinks this way, Qin Zheng treats him well. It's a sincere kindness, a kind of cautious kindness, giving way to him everywhere, as if he was afraid that he would be unhappy. Perhaps it was because he could help Qin Zheng with his homework, he thought so, and then neatly finished the homework assigned by his husband to Qin Zheng.
Once he intentionally didn't help Qin Zheng with his homework, he thought that this time Qin Zheng would be angry with him and tear up those hypocritical favors before, even if he beat him and scolded him, it didn't matter. Sure enough, Mr. Qin Zheng slapped the palm of his hand, which was so firm that his palm was swollen.
He was sitting on the porch, watching Qin Zheng blowing into his palms, listening to him complaining that Mr. was too ruthless, and hearing Qin Zheng's reprimand from the beginning to the end.
"What? Are you guilty? If you are guilty, you might as well treat me to dinner. No, no, no, don't eat outside, I want to eat something made by Han Yi." Qin Zheng smiled with white teeth.
It was his first time cooking, a bowl of noodles, half-baked, with eggshells accidentally broken into it.
Qin Zheng finished eating.
He thought, he lost. Qin Zheng never bought him with five taels of silver, but with sincerity.
The days that followed were beautiful and unforgettable for a lifetime. Qin Zheng loved him, protected him, and held him in the palm of his hand. They have flowers before and under the moon, they have vows of eternal love, and they have a past that is endless. It's just that when Chu Yu came, all of these became vulnerable.
You should believe that there is a bright pearl in this world, which can shine through thousands of mountains and rivers. Chu Yu is such a person, with outstanding beauty, power, courage, and talent. That was a height that he could never reach in his life, and all the humbleness that he had carefully hidden could not be hidden in front of Chu Yu.
Chu Yu has everything he doesn't have, and a look can make him feel ashamed.
After only one confrontation, he fled and withdrew from this unreasonable scramble.
The second despair in his life was given by Chu Yu. He left and walked through thousands of mountains and rivers alone, and finally fell into the hands of rogues, who were raped|humiliated one after another.
When he woke up again, he had already arrived at Jiang Guogong's mansion.
People always have some thoughts in life, either love or hate.
"Don't you want to avenge those blood feuds?" Jiang Guogong asked him like this.
think.
He became Jiang Guogong's staff and sharpened his sword for five years.
Spring feast, a cup of green wine and singing again, and three wishes to Chen: first, I wish my husband a thousand years old; second, I wish my concubine a long life;
When seeing Qin Zheng again, things changed.
The person who once made a pledge of eternal love with him is rubbing shoulders with others. With just one glance, he knew that the old man's heart had changed, and the love in Qin Zheng's eyes could not deceive anyone.
Qin Zheng fell in love with Chu Yu, and all his expectations came to nothing.
Without love, there are only means left.
His tricks are not superb, but they are easy to use. Qin Zheng's heart is straight, and Chu Yu's heart is high. One is heartless and the other is exquisite, just a bowl of noodles can make two people feel bad again. It's not that they don't love, but that the two never want to believe that the other party loves themselves deeply.
Qin Zheng was very drunk, ran to his yard, dragged him and talked a lot.
He didn't hear most of those confusing words, but he heard one sentence clearly.
Qin Zheng said, Hanyi, I broke my promise, but I can't leave Qingci, I love him.
He looked at Qin Zheng, who was drunk and collapsed in front of him, and couldn't help laughing. His face was slightly cool, and he touched his fingertips, tears streaming down his face. This ending is not surprising.
After Qin Zheng woke up, he looked at him blankly.
"You were drunk last night and came to see me."
Of course he would not tell Qin Zheng what he said last night. Seeing Qin Zheng's lost appearance, he felt inexplicably happy.
All living beings suffer, why let him taste it alone.
Qin Zheng is a soft-hearted person, so everything fell into place. Every move of his chess is unimpeded, except for sincerity, he can calculate everything else.
He returned to Shangjing again, and everything he had experienced is vivid in his mind, but he is no longer Meng Jun, nor is he the same Meng Hanyi he used to be.
Chu Yu is doomed to lose, and those who are too proud always stumble. Besides, at that time, Chu Yu had no time to take care of others. Under the illusion he deliberately created, Chu Yu had no choice but to throw away his armor.
When Chu Yu gave birth, he was standing outside the yard, and when he heard the screams inside became weaker and weaker, he couldn't help feeling a little bit sad.
In this game, someone has to die.
Chu Yu is not dead, that is him.
Qin Zheng let him go to give him the last tenderness.
It's just that he has no way out, in that case, it's better to die.
clean.
The moment Anya shot, he knew that he had no chance of winning, and he just let go of his intentions and gave it a go. Qin Zheng blocked the dark arrows, and he saw the last look in Qin Zheng's eyes amidst the chaos.
Surprise, pain, regret, and relief.
He knew that Qin Zheng never had Meng Hanyi in his heart again.
If Qin Zheng was alive, he would only love Chu Yu wholeheartedly throughout his life.
And his life of walking on thin ice has finally come to an end.
If you have an exquisite heart, there is no reason to argue about right and wrong.
In vain, I have been counting on a series of tricks, a big dream for twenty years.