His surname is Zhao and his name is Mengde. This name was given to him by his father, Zhao Hong, and even though he knew that he was a lowly and only a son, his father had been very fond of him since he was a child, and he respected his father very much.

However, his biological mother, Yue, never smiled at him. Since he was a child, what he remembers most is Yue's indifferent eyes, which are as silent as a dry well, never a trace of waves, and never reflect his figure.

That year, he was thirteen years old, and he was cold.

Outside the house was a huge snowfall, inch by inch of white snow falling from the sky, even if it was the frost in the courtyard, the red plum was finally unbearable, and it was crushed and withered. The crimson stamens suddenly scattered from the cluster, dyed a little red in the snow.

It seems that Yue's cough up the blood that fell on the placket of his clothes, and he was shocked.

"Mengde, how did you memorize the Book of Rites?" Yue's voice was the coldness he was accustomed to.

"Back to my aunt, my father said that my son carried it very well." He said in a low voice, and this answer made him receive a slap from the Yue clan.

He was not angry, not even a hint of surprise. After all, there was no reason for Yue to beat him, and he was used to it.

That hand had been so thin from illness that it was like a withered branch, and the green tendons were abrupt, and at this moment, it was trembling violently, lining Yue's messy green silk.

"A good aunt, a good aunt," Yue Shi laughed coldly, "When can I be his wife, when can I hear those servants call me madam, and when will I wait until he Zhao Hong can look at me squarely!" He has never been, since I married him, he has never looked at me in the eye, even if it was just a glance. ”

He looked at Yue Shi with a blank face.

Yue Shi was crazy, and cursed: "Zhao Mengde, what are you, you are not even his biological son, if it weren't for me, you think you are still a young master, do you think Zhao Hong is still willing-"

In this way, the gossip of those ordinary servants is true. Those unbearable words were verified by Yue's own mouth at this moment.

He is not Zhao Hong's biological son, and the Yue family is not his biological mother, he is just a chess piece used by the Yue family to seek the position of his wife.

And all Zhao Hong's love for him was just stolen by him after all, if Zhao Hong knew his identity, then what was waiting for him would be a catastrophe.

At that moment, he completely understood that everything he had gained was illusory.

Since then, he has stayed in the willow lane of Flower Street, looking for fun.

He saw Zhao Hong's disappointed eyes, but because he was the only son of the Zhao family, Zhao Hong was helpless against him. At this time, he only felt that Zhao Hong's love for him was just a kind of irony.

He thought that his whole life would be spent in prodigality.

However, when he was seventeen years old, he met her.

The woman named Wang Langhuan is the daughter of Wang Qingyan, the new magistrate.

When I first saw it, it was the summer solstice, and I was in the building.

She was wearing a brocade robe, the cuffs and corners of the robe were all gold-edged embroidered begonia patterns, the yarn trembled slightly with her steps, and the begonias in the sleeves seemed to bloom suddenly between the hems, lined with the shallow veil, and her picturesque face could be vaguely seen.

"What's the matter, Brother Zhao, have you taken a fancy to the daughter of the Wang family?" But I heard the Xu family disciple who was holding a folding fan say: "This daughter of the Wang family is indeed a beautiful country, and my son is also very happy, but if Brother Zhao sees it, the gentleman will not take advantage of others, so he will let Brother Zhao go." ”

"It's a stunner, indeed." He sneered in his heart, this child of the Xu family is also a gentleman, he is extremely lustful, and there are not a few things that secretly rob people's daughters, and not making a move on Wang Langhuan is nothing more than being afraid of the Wang family. When he said this, he was nothing more than instigating him to test the daughter of the royal family. He thought about it in his heart, but he only showed a frivolous look on his face, and whispered: "Then according to what Brother Xu said, this son will try this princess of the Wang family." ”

Naturally, he would not do anything out of bounds. After all, everyone's ladies are just vulgar fans bound by dogma, with his reputation of lingering in Flower Street and Willow Lane, if he goes to talk about two sentences, he will lose his face and avoid it.

"You are the daughter of the Wang family?" He asked knowingly, and said in a vicious voice.

"You are the son-in-law of the Zhao family?" She smiled slightly, and asked rhetorically, not afraid of him.

He was a little surprised in his heart, but he only said arrogantly: "Since I have heard of the name of this son, I know why this son is looking for you." ”

"The little woman heard a lot of rumors about Zhao Gongzi." She said softly, but what she said was diametrically opposed to her tone, "Lingering in the flower streets and willow alleys, the sons of gentlemen, the womanizers, unbearable to teach, bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and being dull to the point of extreme corruption." ”

He didn't know why, but there was a trace of displeasure in his heart. When he raised his eyes, he saw Wang Langhuan's eyes as clear and quiet as autumn water, but he stopped talking.

"It's just that Zhao Gongzi is not very similar to the rumors." She still smiled slightly, and said slowly, "As soon as I entered the restaurant, Zhao Gongzi stared at me, if Zhao Gongzi is an ordinary gentleman, and as the rumors say, he is extremely stupid, coupled with the instigation of the Xu family on Zhao Gongzi's side, I am afraid that Zhao Gongzi has been rude to me first, but the fact is that I talked with Gongzi for a few words, and Zhao Gongzi did not go beyond the norm, so it can be seen that Gongzi is not the person who is rumored." If the little woman's guess is right, Zhao Gongzi is jealous of my Wang family, second, he is unwilling to be used by others, and third, he doesn't want to be seen through by others, so he will talk to me like this. ”

He looked at her black hair tied with a glass butterfly hairpin, and he was distracted for a moment.

He heard her say softly: "Zhao Gongzi, the rumors can't be believed." ”

He had never seen such a special woman.

Then they met, but it was the summer rain like a curtain, at the end of the alley of the Jinghong Building.

He sat on the steps, his shirt soaked and his wrists chilling to the bone.

But he saw an umbrella blocking him a little.

When he looked up, he was a person he didn't expect.

is the daughter of the Wang family, Wang Langhuan.

Her maid was glaring at him angrily.

Her expression was as calm as a snow.

"I don't need your charity." He scoffed.

Her sleeves moved slightly, and between the wide sleeves were begonia flowers.

He was silent for a moment, and sighed in his heart, he saw it twice, but it was all begonias. Is she in love with begonias?

She looked at him with only those dark eyes.

It was as if he had insight into the most despicable side of his heart.

He recalled her words in the Jinghong Building, and a trace of jealousy suddenly rose in his heart, and he only said coldly: "Are you, the daughter of the Wang family, so ignorant of inspection, borrowed an umbrella when you saw a handsome skin?" ”

Childe laughed. I'm just pitying the rain. She lowered the umbrella down the steps. The maid held up another umbrella for her, and she whispered: "After all, this rain is really dirty when it falls on people like Gongzi." Although she smiled, there was obvious sarcasm in her eyes. It's better to let it all land on my umbrella. ”

He was annoyed when he heard this, but he couldn't help but look at her expression.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, her eyebrows were also stained with a little mist of smoke and rain, and her skin was as white as jade.

The curvature lightly lightened her lips.

"Really? Then dare to ask Miss Wang, why are you holding an umbrella? If you do the same thing, do you realize that you are dirty, so you cover yourself with an umbrella? ”

"Zhao Gongzi is confused." She smiled slightly and said, "I'm different from you. ”

"It's the same people of Eastern Chu, what's the difference?" He smiled,

This irony, he thought, must have left her speechless.

After all, this is a hat of imperial power.

"What Zhao Gongzi is saying is that you and I are both people of Eastern Chu. But there are two kinds of people among them. ”

Brocade clothes and cold doors?

Her Wang family is a scholarly family, but his Zhao family is from a humble beginning. Was she trying to mock him with that?

His anger was even greater.

But she raised her eyebrows and said gently: "One is a smart person who can hold an umbrella when it rains." One is the stupid people who can't hold an umbrella when it rains. I was often worried that the rain would contaminate the dull man's air, so I borrowed an umbrella. ”

"This is the difference between me and Zhao Gongzi, I am not a dull person who can't hold an umbrella when it rains."

With such a delicate thought, he was speechless.

He only stared at her in a daze.

The begonias on the coat seemed to be soaked in rain, becoming more and more delicate.

"So, this umbrella, Zhao Gongzi, do you accept it or not?"

"Accepted." He sighed, he was a little embarrassed about this woman after all.

He looked at the half of her wrist that was suddenly exposed by her wide sleeves,

Begonias are intertwined, and clusters are decadent.

He thought, if such a pair of hands can carve and embroider clothes for him,

It's worth it.

However, he knew that he and Wang Langhuan could not get along.

His father Zhao Hong has been peeking at the position of the county magistrate for a long time, and the Wang family and the Zhao family will finally have a day when they will tear their faces.

And that day was after the change of Xuanyumen.

Taigong Heng was killed by King Gong Xiao Jing. Tracing the royal palace from the ground.

The person his father Zhao Hong is loyal to is Su Wang Gong Che, and the person Wang Qingyan is loyal to is Taigong Heng.

It is not only the struggle for the position of the magistrate, but also the struggle for imperial power, and Wang Qingyan and the Wang family will also be eliminated.

Soon, he learned of Zhao Hong's overall plan, borrowing troops in the name of eliminating Kou, slaughtering the Wang family, and leaving no one alive.

But he wanted to keep the woman.

Now, the only thing he can think of, which can not only keep her alive but also keep her by his side, is to let her conceive her own child.

So, he raped her.

It was as if he had returned to the day of Yue's death. He saw Wang Langhuan's eyes, which were still so clear, but there was no trace of waves, and his figure was not reflected. All that remained was apathy.

Even so, it doesn't matter, as long as Wang Langhuan is still by his side, as long as Wang Langhuan is still alive.

He thought that in this way, he could keep Wang Langhuan by his side forever.

But he finally missed his father Zhao Hong.

After he returned home, his father Zhao Hong told him that Wang Langhuan committed suicide.

Wang Langhuan hated him so much, how could he commit suicide so easily? He never believed that Wang Langhuan would die.

He did not see Wang Langhuan's body with his own eyes.

At this point, he saw one of the guards. The guard named Chu Li told him that Wang Langhuan was still alive, but he had to kill Zhao Hong before Chu Li would tell him where Wang Langhuan was.

He agreed to Chu Li.

In order to see Wang Langhuan, he will not let go of any opportunity, and he will do whatever it takes.

Even if he killed Zhao Hong.

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But seven years later, he saw her in Jing Zhaoyin's mansion, but he didn't recognize her.

It's also cold now, and the snow is still falling.

Large patches of frost and snow fell between his brows, and gradually, his brows were hidden, and the bone-chilling chill eroded his brocade clothes, but after all, no one held an umbrella for him anymore.

The young man in black looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes were indifferent, but there was a little ridicule and pity in that indifference that he didn't understand.

The blade of the sword was against his neck, and he couldn't tell if it was the cold of the snow or the chill of a dying man.

"Do you think Zhao Hong doesn't know your identity?" Chu Li said in a low voice.

He only looked at the snow that fell on the tip of the sword, and was silent.

"Do you know how your so-called biological mother, Yue, died? was poisoned by Zhao Hong's own hands. ”

So, why did Zhao Hong poison a concubine who was despicable? An answer had already emerged in his mind, but he did not want to admit it, and he was unable to admit it.

"Zhao Hong is worried that after you inherit the Zhao Mansion, the Yue clan will threaten you for personal gain. It's a pity that Zhao Hong already regards you as a parent, but you poisoned him with your own hands. Chu Lidao.

"Why do you have to tell me this?" He asked.

At this time, he saw Chu Li's hand holding the sword.

It was for six fingers.

It turned out that Chu Li was Zhao Hong's biological son.

Big joke, it's ridiculous. He couldn't even laugh out loud.

The sword had pierced his neck.

"If you understand that you are dead, Zhao Hong will be able to feel more at ease. My blood relationship with Zhao Hong was also severed because of this. ”

In a trance, he saw the skirt embroidered with begonias, Lang Huan was looking at him with a slight smile, he held her hand, and his father Zhao Hong was wearing the dark green official robe embroidered with emu, sitting with a smile.

He and Lang Huan knelt down together, knelt three times and rose three times, and bowed to the church.