Doting on the Supreme Mad Concubine

Chapter 227: Leng Che (2)
I am afraid that the number of people I see in my eyes will become less and less, until only myself is left in the end.

One rainy night when I was five years old, I took an umbrella and walked out of the pavilion that I rarely walked out of. For some reason, I like gloomy rainy days, maybe because my existence is like this rainy day, which is so gloomy that people don’t like it.

The rain was heavy, and so was the imperial palace. Due to the heavy rain, there were no palace people rushing to and fro in front of me. The lanterns under the verandah shook violently, breaking the haze all over the place. Between the sky and the earth, it seemed that I was the only one. I didn't know where I was going, the wind and rain hit me, it was very cold, I walked aimlessly, and unknowingly came to a remote and small courtyard.

On the window of the pavilion, there are shadows of palace people walking around, and the tense voices and women's cries of pain can be vaguely heard from the pavilion, followed by a flash of lightning, a sound of thunder, and crying loudly The voice of the baby, I seemed to be out of my control, pushed open the half-hidden door, and walked in.

The people in the pavilion didn't seem to notice me, but I clearly saw the scarlet-stained white silk cloth discarded all over the floor, and after I entered the room, two middle-aged eunuchs came in right after me. Seeing that one of them was holding a white silk in his hand, I didn't stay in the house any longer. I turned around amidst the cries of the palace people, and left this noisy and sorrowful pavilion.

Not long later, I learned from the palace people that I had a younger brother, a younger brother who lost his mother at birth just like me, but I just lowered my eyes and opened the thick letter on the table. In my eyes, these letters are more important to me than anyone else.

The days flowed away among the inkstones, brushes and letters, day after day, I thought that no one had remembered the existence of such an eldest prince as me.

When I was ten years old, a small head appeared on the window sill in front of my desk. It was staring at the plate of pastries on my desk with big black eyes. I put the brush in my hand on the inkstone and took He picked up the plate of pastries and handed it to him.

That was the first time I stretched out my hand to others.

The little guy suddenly took the plate and shrank under the window sill. I didn't care about other people's affairs. When I was about to pick up the writing brush, there was an ugly scolding sound from the yard. Although I was an unfavored prince, I didn't It means that anyone can ride on my head, so I walked out of the study and saw who was coming.

It turned out that it was a haughty eunuch who was rudely picking up the little guy who was squatting under the window sill and swallowing pastries. In front of the eunuch, he knelt tremblingly in front of me.

At that moment, I knew that my eldest prince had not been forgotten, and was even feared by others. It was also at that moment that I knew that the little guy who was gobbling up the pastry was my own brother, Leng Xi, It is a child who has no mother and no one to raise, just like me.

Perhaps it was because I felt sorry for each other, so I let Leng Xi live in my house, but Leng Xi is not me, he is a normal child, he likes and can jump around, and if he gets into trouble, he will inevitably be punished. For some reason, I can't see it. Leng Xi always has wounds and bruises that won't heal, so whenever he gets into trouble, I always stand for him.

However, those punishments that would always fall on Leng Xi never fell on me, so Leng Xi always said ignorantly, that my father only loves my eldest brother, not me.

Does the king love himself?I asked myself this for the first time.

Maybe, otherwise, over the years, different doctors would always come to his pavilion, and different medicines would always be delivered to him, although it was very rare for him to see his father's face.

It was also when I was ten years old that I inadvertently opened the door of Zangshu Pavilion and realized that my birth was just a joke.

No wonder my father doesn't want to look at me more, no wonder I have an incurable disease, everything is because my mother, who I have been thinking about all the time, injected a strange poison on myself during pregnancy.

Hehe... what am I, what am I!Since you don't love me, why did you give birth to me!
I have never resented the disease in my body, even in the most painful and unbearable moment, I have never resented, but who can tell me why the truth is so!
So, I set fire to all the bookshelves about my mother, and I no longer need anything about her, forever.

I don't hate her, but I can't forgive her.

Suye was picked up from outside the palace by a palace servant in my pavilion. I don’t know how she brought back a baby who was still in swaddling shape after being inspected by the guards. She knelt outside my study for three whole days It took three days for me to agree to trade her life for Su Ye's life, she readily agreed, and the next moment she bit her tongue in front of me and committed suicide.

At that moment, I was thinking, just a child who has nothing to do with her, how can she ignore her own life and death as a woman, I could have ignored her, but I wanted to see if she could be resolute, if she could , I promised her to keep the children by her side, if not, I would send them to hell together.

Sure enough, she did not disappoint me, and I will never go back on my word.

I admit that I don't have a heart, so I can be indifferent when facing a powerless woman who dies in front of me, so I am not much moved by the loyalty to me day and night.

It's not that I didn't have a heart from the beginning, it's just that my heart has already been licked clean by the heart-biting pain.

When I was 15 years old, I was granted the title of King Bai, and I was given a mansion. Since then, I moved out of the mansion where I stayed for 15 years, and lived in my mansion. Faintness and death are tantamount to pushing Dayi to perdition.

This has nothing to do with me, but one day, my father called me into the palace, held my hand tightly, and told me that I should take on the mission of saving Dayi. His withered hands and sunken eyes indicate that With the disappearance of his life, his cloudy eyes shone brighter than they had been in a long time.

At that moment, the blood in my body was churning. For the first time, I felt that I was needed, and for the first time, I felt that my existence was beneficial to the country.

I am a citizen of Dayi, I am the prince of Dayi, as long as I live for a day, I must take up the responsibility of the country. Over the years, I have seen too much about Dayi, and I have already set myself apart. Tied to Dayi, my life is only 36 years, and I want to guard Dayi in my lifetime.

When my father handed Dayi's highest talisman into my hands, I took up the mission of protecting Dayi.

The purpose of building Wake Thunder is to guard against those open and dark arrows, because I have too many things to do, and I can't let myself fall into a pool of treacherous blood. Jiang Furong destroys Dayi little by little in secret, and I can only do it a little bit secretly. To repair, to make up, I have the decision-making power in my hand, and I have to pretend to be useless enough, so as to keep Leng Hao, and make the King Qing who has always regarded me as dung trample me even more.

(End of this chapter)