The wind and the sun are beautiful, and the spring flowers are blooming.

Shen Hua, there are all kinds of good things in the world, but you don't deserve all of them.

You're dirty, you're evil, you're damned.

Mrs. Shen stood against the light at the door of the dim firewood room, looking at him condescendingly, and the golden silk in her hair swayed in the skylight, stabbing Shen Hua's eyes painfully.

He knelt at her feet and prayed like a dog.

"Mother, mother, please, let my mother go, please......"

Mrs. Shen kicked him away, "A, also worthy of calling Mrs. Ben's mother?" ”

"Mrs. Shen, Mrs. Shen, it's all my fault, it's not my mother's business, it's all my fault, you kill me, you kill me, let my mother go, please......"

"It's none of her business?"

Mrs. Shen sneered, but little Shen Hua thought that hope had come.

"It's none of my mother's business, it's all my fault, it's really none of my mother's business......" Shen Hua nodded again and again, kowtowing like her, blood came out of her forehead, and the wound was covered with ash.

But he was still kowtowing, as if a few more kowtows, Mrs. Shen would be angry and let his mother go.

He is lowly and humble, unworthy of dignity and pride.

Kowtowing and praying was the only thing he could do when he was young and weak.

"Your mother is your dearest," Mrs. Shen said quietly, and Shen Hua looked up at her and begged her to spare his dear with tearful eyes.

"Since you are a close relative, how can it not be your mother's business?"

Shen Hua's face turned pale and his expression was frightened, "Mrs. Shen, don't, Mrs. Shen, please, please, Mrs. Shen......"

Mrs. Shen squatted down and grabbed his tiny neck, her sharp nails dyed with bright red cardamom, as if she would puncture his neck in the next second.

There was also hatred in her eyes, "If you kill my dearest, you naturally have to take your dearest relatives to die." ”

"No, it's not like this, I didn't mean to......" Shen Hua shook his head desperately, tears mixed with blood, stained with dust, dirty and embarrassed.

Mrs. Shen's hands tightened more and more, then clamped the back of his neck and twisted his face towards the corner of the firewood room, allowing him to watch a scene with his own eyes.

"Don't!"

"Mother-"

The white silk wrapped around a thin woman's neck was tightened violently, the woman's face was bruised, her eyes were round, her body was spasmodic and convulsive, and her hands and feet were kicking wildly.

Eventually, he slowly stopped moving, and he lost his life.

She saw her child, her lips trembling.

She seemed to say something, but she couldn't make a sound.

"Ah Hua, close your eyes ......"

Shen Hua didn't close his eyes, he couldn't close his eyes.

At the age of eight, he witnessed the tragic death of his biological mother.

Since then, the world has been dark, as if wrapped in a layer of plasma mixed with dust, sticky and dirty, and it is difficult to breathe.

"Alright."

Mrs. Shen got up, and the maid respectfully wiped her hands, she was still an elegant and dignified housewife of the Shen family.

"It's cheap to die, let's live." She understated it, and when she left, she stepped on Shen Hua's hand on the ground and crushed it hard.

The crunch of bones breaking is creepy.

The predictable screams did not sound.

Mrs. Shen frowned, not very satisfied.

She glanced at him, into a pair of immature, but hateful, barren eyes, which did not frighten her, but only pleased her.

"Hate Lady Ben? Then hate it, hate it for a lifetime, a cheap species, how can you take Mrs. Ben? ”

Satisfied, she smiled and left, leaving behind her nightmarish words.

"Shen Hua, you are dirty, you are evil, you deserve to die."

"But you don't even deserve to die."

……

Shen Hua.

You are dirty, you are evil.

The Empress will be weary of you.

You will die without a place to bury.

Shen's father in the letter said.

Every word can pull him into the Infernal Hell.

He lied to His Majesty.

He's not so pitiful and innocent, he's killed people, and his hands are bloody.

When he was eight years old, he personally pushed Mrs. Shen's brother into the pool, watched him coldly struggle, and then drowned.

But he felt right.

His nominal uncle, a well-dressed beast, always looked at him with disgusting eyes, complimenting him on his appearance and saying that he was as lowly as his birth mother.

and even dragged him behind the rockery......

Shen Hua didn't understand at that time, but he was afraid, so he grabbed a stone and smashed his head to the point of bleeding, and escaped, and then in the discussion of the subordinates, he knew that he liked young children.

The other party pressed forward step by step, and his mind was disgusting, so he felt that this person should be damned.

But his mother died because of this.

"Mother, I was wrong, I shouldn't have killed anyone......"

"I'm lowly, I should endure it, if I endure it at that time, won't you die?"

"Mother, I'm wrong, I'm dirty, I'm evil, I'm damned ......"

"Damn it's my ......"

Countless barren nights, young children wept in despair.

Self-blame and guilt pulled him into the abyss.

"Why?"

Shen Hua looked at the letter in his hand, his lips trembled, his hands were also trembling, and his heart ached.

Father Shen knew everything.

He knew that Shen Hua was humiliated at a young age.

He knew that Shen Hua had killed someone with his own hands.

He also knew how Mrs. Shen strangled his biological mother in front of him.

Then he should know how all this has irreparably hurt Shen Hua!

But not only did he stand by and watch, but also dug it out mercilessly when Shen Hua had use value.

Take Shen Hua, threaten Shen Hua, and use Shen Hua.

Shen Hua.

You are dirty, you are evil.

The Empress will be weary of you.

You will die without a place to bury.

If you want to live, if you want to support your biological mother, if you want to become the concubine of the Shen family, if you want to become a master, if you want to stand above the court above the court, you just-

Poisoning the Empress.

The chicken is in the morning, and the sky is intolerable.

Shen Hua, killing people who steal power and disrupt the government is in accordance with the mandate of heaven.

Father Shen's words were cruel and bewitching.

Shen Hua looked confused, the small porcelain vase on the table was lying quietly, he knew what it was.

What should he do?

—

When Shen's father picked up the fold, he secretly scolded his son.

At the same time, he was also shocked that he had really done it and had a place in the empress's heart.

After that, the empress dismissed the harem, and Shen Hua was not among the dismissals.

It is also rumored in the palace that Shen Hua is favored by the saints, freely entering and leaving the important place of the imperial study, and serving in front of the empress every day.

Some people speculate that the empress is dismissing the harem for him, and only one scoop of water is taken for 3,000 weak waters, what kind of honor is this?

There are more and more people who befriend Shen's father.

But Father Shen didn't feel glorious, he only felt disgusting, he couldn't tolerate it, the dignified Son of Heaven turned out to be a woman!

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty actually want to grovel to a woman!

He hated it so much, but he pretended well.

Seeing that the concubine was like this, he was calculating.

He was not afraid of Shen Hua telling the empress at all, unless he wanted to die.

The person next to the pillow has such a dirty past, how can the empress endure it?

He is not afraid that the empress will know, and it is a big deal to rebel in advance.

He would rather die than bow down at the feet of a woman.

"My lord, King Ping has a letter, saying that he is about to arrive in the capital."

"Very good."

Father Shen smiled, deep and ruthless.

Dachen's country will soon return to the hands of men!

—

The Imperial Study.

"Lord, I found it."

Emperor Ying Seventeen, dressed in black, knelt in front of Ji Zhuo.

He shouted "Lord" and respected her alone, not the Emperor of Chenguo.

"Say."

Ji Zhuo opened his mouth casually, flipping through the folds at will.

"The Assassin is a distant relative of the servants of the Servants."

"Oh?"

Ji Zhuo was interested, and seemed to be smiling.

The servant of the Ministry of Officials is a subordinate official of the Ministry of Officials, or he was personally promoted by the Ministry of Officials.

And the official department is still a henchman of Yu Taifu.

"So, Mrs. Yu, do you want to rebel?"