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But he was born thin, with slender hands and feet, and no matter how tightly his fists were clenched, he didn't have much strength. On the contrary, it was the neighbor's boy, who waved his palm like a fan, and his five fingers were like pig iron, and a fist smashed on his head, making him look like gold stars in his eyes, and he couldn't stand steadily.

The neighbor's boy had his cake in his mouth, knocked him to the ground with another fist, and as soon as he lifted his foot, he stepped on his face, and then sneered triumphantly in a muffled voice: "The boy of the secret prostitute eats dirt!" The boy of the secret prostitute eats dirt! ”

The voice sounds as happy as it is, and as loud as it is.

Mixed with the buzzing in his ears, it rang day after day, and finally it was completely carved into his flesh.

To this day, he still hears the sound of an eagle falcon passing over the town, hovering in people's ears and refusing to leave.

After that day, he finally knew what his mother was relying on to support him.

- by her appearance.

- by her flesh and skin.

- by her tears.

She's a secret prostitute, a widow who does a secret business!

As he got up from the ground with a gray face and swollen nose and eyes, the words kept popping up in his head.

Over and over again.

For example, the fists that hit him made him even more painful.

It was getting dark, and he walked home in rags, and after turning a corner, his mother saw him first, and rushed over with her skirt, and asked eagerly, "What's the matter?" Fought with whom? Where's the injury? ”

She asked three questions in one go.

But he didn't answer any of them.

He just stood there, staring blankly at the hazy shadow of the distant house, allowing her to ask questions and examine her wounds, without saying a word.

My mother was so anxious that she wanted to cry.

The night breeze blew, and the fat powder on her face exuded a strong and inferior aroma.

Like the petals of a withered flower after midsummer, the smell of rotting in the mud.

He looked at her fixedly, and spat out three words for a long time: "I hate you." ”

The three words of gritting teeth rushed out with tears.

The mother was shocked and froze.

He overtook her and strode forward, never looking back.

He loved her so much, and hated her so much.

Wandering outside late into the night, he walked into the house with a damp damp. There was no light in the room, but the windows were ajar, and the moonlight shone straight in. Beneath the cold silvery white, he saw his mother's feet.

Wearing very old embroidered shoes, with a faded flower on them.

Further up, there is a skirt that is constantly flying by the wind of the cold night, rising and falling, like a butterfly flying.

His legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground with a "plop", wanting to cry, but his eyes were dry, he wanted to call her, and his mouth was dry.

I don't know how long it took, but the moonlight faded, and darkness heavier than the night came, and then little by little, and daylight shone in from outside.

The wind stopped.

Mother's skirt hung down and didn't move.

Her stiff body was colder than ice.

He tried to stand up, but his legs were numb.

At this time, there was a "babble-" sound.

Someone pushed the door open.

He turned his head to look blankly and saw a fat middle-aged woman. She walked in against the light, covered her nose with a handkerchief, and shouted as she walked: "Is Mrs. Zheng at home?" As she approached, her eyes widened, and the handkerchief fell from her hand, and she ran out of her hand, crying and screaming: "Dead man—dead man-"

He tried to stop her, but he opened his mouth and didn't say a word.

……

On that day, he lost his mother, but he had a father.

A father he had never met and had not heard of in his mother's mouth.

The fat woman said that his father was a good man, and he was a great official in the capital, and knew that he was outcast, so he sent many people to find him. It's great to finally find it now.

Her eyebrows fluttered, and she looked even happier than his son.

But Lu Lizhan knew that if his father's only son died, he would be asserted by the doctor that he would not be able to have children in the future, but he was afraid that he would not think of himself at all.

It's just an illegitimate child born to a woman he abandoned long ago, no name and no points, far away in the sky, if it wasn't really the slightest way, who would want to find him?

Lu Lizhan was young back then, but he suddenly seemed to have grown up overnight.

He was taken back to the capital, had a father, and a mother, but he was no longer allowed to call his biological mother a mother.

The woman who died, in their eyes, was nothing.

He was a muddle and a walking corpse.

It wasn't until he was fourteen years old that he met the same young Guan Guifei at the Flower Dynasty Festival.

He is not married, she is not married, and her youth is young.

But he is just the concubine of a six-rank official, but she is the eldest daughter of the Hou Mansion.

Identity and status are far from enough to match, the difference between heaven and earth, clouds and mud.

He only dared to look at her from afar.

But later, when she entered the palace, he couldn't even look at her from afar.

So he began to crave power and ambition, and even ended up breaking with his teacher who had taught him for many years.

……

But after many years, suddenly thinking of the teacher, Lu Lizhan couldn't help but become mixed in his heart.

He sighed secretly and refocused his gaze on Prince Shaoxun.

No matter what, Guan Guifei only has this bloodline.

He looked at the crown prince Shaochu, regained his usual composure, and said slowly: "Your Highness is reasonable, but this Wei Lin is a dog, and he is also a fierce dog, if His Highness really intends to raise him, then after all, it should not be taken lightly." ”

Whether his name is Yuyin or Wei Lin, he is a ruthless person.

And a person who can be ruthless to himself can deal with the people next to him, and the ruthlessness can be imagined.

After all, even if it was him, thinking about it, he couldn't help but retreat.

But Lu Lizhan didn't know that the prince Shaoxun was interested in Wei Lin, who was ruthless and decisive enough.

It's very rare.

When I first saw him that day, the prince Shaochu naturally didn't trust Wei Lin, so he opened his mouth casually, saying that if he wanted to gain his trust, he would go to his side and be an internal servant. As a result, Wei Lin didn't say a word, so he went to the knife maker to purify himself.

It was Lu Lizhan's words that only made him feel impatient.

He said a few perfunctory words, and immediately turned the conversation to how to deal with his brother.

In his eyes, Mrs. Yun Zhen was on the opposite side of him.

His opponent, who is the king of Sheyu now?

Then, Mrs. Yun Zhen is with King Yu.

It was only then that the Duke of the Kingdom was married to the Lian family, and this consistent neutrality should not be counted.

The crown prince Shaochu looked out the window with a different face, and said with pity: "It's called Lao Qi to pick up a big bargain, then Su Wu is not ordinary." (To be continued.) )