Ignoring those eyes that were either instigating, expecting, or begging, Chen Hongzhi, the regular attendant, had been behind the pillar of the palace for a long, long time. No, I was wrong about one thing, he didn't ignore those pitiful eyes, but he didn't see them at all. Because, at this moment, he is staring at a tree in a daze. It was a laurel tree, a laurel tree that used to be fragrant for ten miles, but now, it has long since become the remains of a tree. As far as he could remember, the first time he saw the laurel tree, it had already withered. According to the oldest white-headed maid in the palace, this laurel tree has withered for nearly a hundred years. Chen Hongzhi couldn't figure out how a laurel tree that had withered for nearly a hundred years had not been cut down?

Thinking of the white-headed palace maid, Chen Hongzhi suddenly remembered a story, a story that a white-headed palace maid told him. The protagonist of the story, one is An Lushan, the other is not Shi Siming, not Yang Guifei, not Li Longji, but a eunuch, a eunuch named Li Zhu'er.

Li Zhu'er was originally a Khitan boy, and although he was poor, he was carefree and free. If there was no war, if there was no An Lushan, Li Zhu'er might have been just a poor Khitan for the rest of his life, living freely and dying in obscurity. Of course, there will be no trace of his memory in history, whether positive or negative.

However, in the dark, it seems that God has already made arrangements. As fate would have it, Li Zhu'er and An Lushan would have an encounter, and it was this encounter that changed their fate for each other.

At that time, An Lushan was not a traitor An Lushan, but An Lushan, a pillar of the empire. In order to publicize military exploits, An Lushan often went to areas inhabited by ethnic minorities to carry out some demonstrations such as armed actions, killing a few people by the way, and robbing some property, slaves, and so on. On that occasion, he attacked the Khitan garrison and plundered back some Khitan boys as slaves, and one of the most clever and well-behaved teenagers was Li Zhu'er.

Soon, the handsome, well-behaved Khitan boy won the favor of his master and became An Lushan's inseparable follower. However, An Lushan has a lot of wives, beautiful wives, and a half-sized son follows him, which is always a little inconvenient. As a result, the fate of Li Zhu'er being castrated is irretrievable.

It was a sunny afternoon, An Lushan suddenly walked up to Li Zhu'er, pressed him to the ground, and then raised the bright bull ear sharp knife.

A sharp pain, a sharp pain from the lower body, Li Zhu'er had already fainted before she could figure out what was going on. When Li Zhu'er, who was bleeding several liters, woke up slowly, he found that his master, Yang Guifei's godson, a generation of heroes, Fan Yang and Pinglu Jiedu made An Lushan roll up his sleeves and carefully apply grass and wood ashes to the wounds on his lower body. In this way, Li Zhu'er, a Khitan boy who was castrated by An Lushan himself, became An Lushan's henchman eunuch. Its status is roughly equivalent to that of Tutu Chengguang to Li Chun.

The Tang Empire was a country where fat was beautiful, and in that era, being a fat man was a very happy thing. Among the many happy fat people in the Tang Empire, there are two very, very famous, famous to the extent that they are household names, women and children are well known. Among the two most famous fat men, one is a woman, the famous concubine Yang Yuhuan; The other, of course, is a man, that is, the godson of the noble concubine Yang Yuhuan, the equally famous Fan Yang Jiedu envoy An Lushan.

That's right, An Lushan is a fat man, and a big fat man. Of course, as a fat man, although he is welcomed, he also has to pay a certain price, especially a big fat man like An Lushan. The bloated figure will inevitably bring about the clumsiness of the action, even if it is such a simple action as changing clothes, An Lushan needs the help of others, of course, the person who helps is Li Zhu'er.

Back then, in order to show his favor to An Lushan, Li Longji gave him an incomparably glorious treatment and gave him a bath in Huaqing Pool. There is another person who enjoys this grace with him, and that is Li Zhu'er. Of course, Li Zhu'er's main task is only one, that is, to untie his clothes, not for himself, but for his master, An Lushan.

If it weren't for Yang Guozhong's step-by-step pressing, perhaps, An Lushan would not have chosen to rebel; If An Lushan hadn't chosen to rebel, perhaps, he wouldn't have been so anxious; If An Lushan hadn't been so anxious, perhaps, he wouldn't have lost his sight; If An Lushan hadn't become blind, perhaps, his temper wouldn't have become so irritable; If An Lushan's temper hadn't become so irritable, perhaps, he wouldn't have used Li Zhu'er as a gas bucket; If it weren't for An Lushan's endless whipping, perhaps, Li Zhu'er would not have raised the knife in his hand......

However, all ifs are only ifs, not reality, let alone history. The fact is that Yang Guozhong forced An Lushan to rebel, An Lushan became blind, the blind man raised his whip, and Li Zhu'er, who couldn't bear it, raised his knife.

Speaking of which, Li Zhu'er's feelings for An Lushan are very complicated, without An Lushan, he will not lose his rights as a man; Similarly, if there was no An Lushan, he would not have lived a life of fine clothes and food. If it weren't for An Lushan's whipping day after day, Li Zhu'er might have such complicated feelings and tried his best to serve his hated and loved master until he died. But the whipping again and again shattered Li Zhu'er's gratitude and disappeared, but the resentment sprung up like mushrooms after the rain. "Kill that fat man!" Perhaps, Li Zhu'er has had such an idea more than once.

An Qingxu, who coveted his father's throne, watched coldly and penetrated the secret buried in Li Zhu'er's heart. A poisonous plan, a poisonous plan to kill people with a knife, quietly formed. So, at the instigation and instigation of his son, the once loyal slave raised a weapon of murder. Back then, An Lushan cut off Li Zhu'er's life with a knife; Today, Li Zhu'er cut off An Lushan's life with a knife, and there is no root.

The cold New Year, the dangerous late night, the hysterical emperor, the prince hiding behind the scenes, and the slave harboring evil intentions. Everything is so similar, could it be that the murder of the monarch in Luoyang decades ago will be repeated in my hands, Chen Hongzhi couldn't help but shudder.