Shi Zhao, Yecheng, Zhao Mansion, Firewood House.

Zhao Heng, who had been busy all day, dragged his weak body and slowly walked into the firewood room. He is the Marquis of Yichang Pavilion, the prince Xima, and the eldest son of Zhao Sheng. But in real life, he is not even as good as a slave in the Zhao Mansion, at least the slave will not live in the firewood room.

After lighting the brazier with flint and steel, and throwing a few pieces of wood into the brazier, Zhao Heng slowly sat down on a wooden bed covered with wheat straw. He can't move too fast, because if he moves too fast, it is likely to affect the wounds on his body, which will hurt very much.

Zhao Heng, who was sitting on the bed, slowly lifted his patched left sleeve with his calloused thick hand. Just now he was beaten up by the two bastards. He had been hit twice in his left arm and had completely lost consciousness.

"Hiss! It hurts! Zhao Heng couldn't help but say bitterly.

When he lifted his left sleeve, a somewhat thin and black arm covered with large and small scars was revealed. Two places in the middle of his arms were already red and swollen. It was clearly caused by being hit by some kind of hard object.

In the hot summer, there are more mosquitoes and flies in the firewood room. After a while, two mosquitoes flew to Zhao Heng's exposed left arm. But Zhao Heng didn't dare to slap hard. Once you hit those two red and swollen places, it is absolutely cool and crooked. Zhao Heng could only blow softly, hoping to drive away these two mosquito masters. It's a pity that these two mosquito uncles seem to be very hungry today, so they just don't leave. Even if Zhao Heng shook slightly, he couldn't drive away these two mosquito masters. Finally, Zhao Heng was angry, it was enough to be bullied by those two mongrels outside during the day, and he would be bullied by two mosquitoes when he came back at night. Zhao Heng decided, even if it hurts for a while, he will kill these two mosquitoes. Zhao Heng gritted his teeth and raised his right hand and slapped the two mosquitoes fiercely.

"Ahh It hurts, it hurts! ”

After Zhao Heng made his move, a sudden pain rushed to his heart, and Zhao Heng rolled on the wooden bed in pain, so painful that his tears flowed out.

I don't know how long it took for the pain to slowly go away. Zhao Heng, who was lying on the bed, gritted his teeth and scolded angrily:

"These two brutes, who are also their eldest brothers, are so ruthless. When so-and-so is developed in the future, so-and-so will definitely kill them. ”

"And that pickled ugly shrew. Without her instructions, those two brutes would never have dared to deal with such a blatantly approach. In the future, I must find fifty, and if I don't find a hundred strong men to take turns to serve her, she can't survive and die. ”

……

After a while, I don't know if it's because of the scolding, and the stagnant qi in my heart has dissipated a little. Zhao Heng endured the pain, touched the end of the bed with his right hand that could move freely, and took out a can of bone-setting wine.

Looking at this can of bone-setting wine, Zhao Heng's heart was full of warmth. This can of bone-setting wine was secretly given to him by Uncle Zhong.

In the past ten years, if it weren't for the protection of Uncle Zhong, his life would have been gone. In his heart, Uncle Zhong is his father, not the cold-blooded and ruthless person who defects to the enemy for a high position.

Zhao Heng bit the stopper of the bone-setting wine with his teeth, and carefully poured the bone-setting wine on his right hand. Then, endure the pain, gently massage and knead the red and swollen area, so that the effect of the medicine can be quickly exerted. When you feel a warm sensation in your left arm, you can stop.

After wiping the bone, Zhao Heng felt that his left arm was not so painful. So he took out a book from a hidden and clean place at the head of the bed and came out to read, which was Zhao Heng's favorite thing to do every day. These books were secretly taken out of that man's study by Uncle Zhong. After a while, you still have to secretly return it again, and if you find out, you will suffer.

"Goo!" The sound rang out. Zhao Heng gently put down the book in his hand and rubbed his stomach. He didn't finish his work on time today, and he was punished by the poisonous shrew for a twilight meal. From the morning to the present, he has not eaten anything.

"Why didn't Uncle Zhong come here today! So-and-so is dying of hunger. Zhao Heng complained a little, but his tone was full of intimacy and dependence.

In the past, Uncle Zhong would usually bring him some food or some new books. But today is a little strange, Uncle Zhong has not come over yet.

Due to the hunger in his stomach, Zhao Heng was not in the mood to continue reading. Instead, he lay on the bed. Due to the overwork during the day, Zhao Heng fell asleep after a while.

I don't know how long it took, but an old man gently shook Zhao Heng awake.

"Uncle Zhong, you're finally here." Zhao Heng, who woke up, was very happy when he saw the old man.

"Da Lang-kun, you have suffered! Does it hurt? After Uncle Zhong saw Zhao Heng's somewhat red and swollen arm, he said distressedly

"Uncle Zhong, it's okay, it doesn't hurt at all!" Zhao Heng comforted. After saying that, he gently patted the red and swollen area on his left arm with his right hand to show that he was okay, but his bared teeth betrayed him.

"And said it was fine! It's all swollen like this. Come, give the old slave a bone-setting wine! The old slave is here to help you with the medicine. Uncle Zhong grabbed Zhao Heng's arm and scolded slightly.

After speaking, Uncle Zhong also personally picked up the bone-setting wine that was placed on the side, and carefully helped Zhao Heng to massage it with medicine.

Uncle Zhong's technique is much stronger than Zhao Heng's, Uncle Zhong gently massaged, Zhao Heng didn't feel pain at all.

"Uncle Zhong, why are you here so late today. There is no food to bring. So-and-so is dying of hunger. Zhao Heng asked curiously while enjoying Uncle Zhong's massage.

"Nope!" Uncle Zhong said with a kind face.

"Oh!" Zhao Heng said slightly disappointed.

"But later, the old slave will take you to a good place. There are many, many good things to eat there. "Uncle Zhong is a little mysterious.

"Is it a room?" Zhao Heng said with some joy.

"It's not. You'll find out later. Uncle Zhong said mysteriously again.

……

A moment later, somewhere.

"Uncle Zhong, where is this?" Zhao Heng was a little curious.

"Study! The host has been waiting for you inside for a long time. Let's go inside! The old slave is outside to help you watch the door. Uncle Zhong said calmly.

Zhao Heng knew who the master Uncle Zhong was talking about, it was that person, the person who gave birth to him, raised him and finally abandoned him.

To be honest, Zhao Heng really didn't want to see that person again. However, under the repeated insistence of Uncle Zhong on the side, Zhao Heng finally pushed the door in.

When was the last time I was alone with that person. It was supposed to be the eve of marrying that evil shrew of the Karma tribe seventeen years ago.

Zhao Heng still remembered that the person didn't say anything that night. Just hugged him alone and cried all night. When it was almost early in the morning, he patted his shoulder and said affectionately: "Heng'er, hold on!" ”

Since then, it was as if the man had changed. The loving father of the past is gone. Ignoring himself, he let the poisonous woman of the Qiang tribe and his two dog sons bully him at will. He has also changed from Zhaofu Dalangjun to the Dalang dog in the mouth of his subordinates.

To be honest, Zhao Heng hated him very much, hated him very much. Everything I have now is due to him.

When you see that person alone again. He no longer has the grace of his youth, and the years have left a deep imprint on his face. Gone are the once handsome and dashing talents with extraordinary spirits. Now he is just an old man on the verge of death.

When that person saw Zhao Heng, his eyes, which were originally a little cloudy, were suddenly full of color. Tears couldn't help but fall. The whole person suddenly became excited.

"Heng'er." A soft call rang out, just as it had been twenty years earlier. Although the voice has changed, the tenderness and love will never change. The man finally tore off his disguise and became the same person he was. finally became the father in Zhao Heng's impression.

Tears also flowed from Zhao Heng's eyes, and from this call, he could hear that his father had not changed.