"Luanluoluo, you bitch, you little bastard, come and beg your grandpa, grandpa, I am so happy that I will naturally give you this bowl of porridge, hahahaha."
The eunuch seemed to be holding his throat when he spoke, slender The tone pierced the eardrums.
The eunuch put one hand on his waist and held up a bowl of cold thin porridge with the other hand.
There was a man prostrate under the eunuch's feet.
The original color of his robe could no longer be seen, and it was also torn into pieces.
He looked about sixteen or seventeen in stature, and his face was covered with stains and dust. , only a pair of black and shiny eyes could be seen.
He raised his head, revealing his slender neck, opened his chapped lips, and his throat was as hoarse as an evil ghost in hell, "Please, give me, give me."
The eunuch laughed non-stop, deliberately teased him with the bowl in his hand, made a gesture of picking his ears, and asked loudly: "Who can understand if you speak vaguely?"
The man lowered his eyes, covering up the surging emotions inside, and said calmly: "Please, Grandpa."
The eunuch deliberately raised his foot and stepped on the back of his scarred hand, then squatted down and looked at him levelly.
Seeing that he remained silent, the eunuch maliciously increased the pressure on the sole of his foot, and as he wished, he could see the stinging pain in his pupils. , then put the bowl in his hand down to his side, slapped his face, and said: "Since you call me grandpa, then this bowl of porridge should be regarded as a reward from my grandpa."
The man's body rubbed against the cold ground and crawled that way little by little.
Only when his fingers touched the edge of the bowl did he reveal a satisfied smile.
But just when the man opened his mouth to pour the cold porridge in, the bowl in his hand was taken away again.
The eunuch stood condescendingly, with his legs spread apart.
He pointed at his crotch and said with a smile: "Come on, get over here, grandpa, and I will reward you with an extra steamed bun today."
As he spoke, he took out a white steamed bun from his wide sleeves.
The man looked at the bun in his hand, then at his crotch, and finally got down on all fours, kneeling on the hard ground with his palms facing the ground, and slowly, without any struggle, got out from under the eunuch's legs.
Drilled through.
The eunuch burst into laughter.
After the laughter stopped, he casually threw the steamed bun in his hand to the ground.
The white steamed bun was immediately covered with a layer of dust.
"It's useless to give it back to the prince, but you have to live under grandpa's crotch.
Whatever grandpa tells you to do, you have to do it.
You are grandpa's dog."
The eunuch breathed on the man, and the haze he had suffered in the Queen's Palace was swept away.
He spat at the people on the ground, and the sticky yellow substance stuck to the man's hair.
It sounds disgusting.
The eunuch added, "Disgusting bitch."
Then he turned and left this forgotten corner.
Behind the eunuch were several "newcomers" who came to watch the fun, and one of them asked: "Eunuch Liu, he is a prince after all.
If we insult him like this, we are afraid he will get into trouble."
The eunuch named Liu Eunuch smiled sarcastically, "Bah, what kind of prince is he?
He is just a bastard who was born to a slave of the Huanyi Bureau when the Emperor was lucky enough to be born.
Besides, the Emperor has as many sons as he can count on one hand.
But if you come here, you will still remember him."
The emperor he was talking about was Emperor Yuan, the current lord of the Liang Kingdom.
Emperor Yuan had a dissolute nature.
He couldn't even remember how many maids he had been lucky enough to have, and he couldn't even remember who had given birth to sons for him.
He has more than thirty princes.
If the mothers of those princes did not have a very high status, they would not be able to survive because no one would care about them.
The person who was bullied by the eunuch just now was just one of them.
He only has one name, Zhao Junhan.
Who knows what kind of prince he is?
The original emperor couldn't even tell.
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The eunuchs left happily, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on their rickety backs.
Zhao Junhan endured the pain on his body and leaned against the vermilion palace wall.
He opened his eyes, with a coquettish light shining in his dark eyes, staring at that The backs of the crowd gradually turned from yellow to red.
After a long time, Zhao Junhan looked away.
He looked at the bowl of porridge in his hand and started to eat hungrily.
He was so hungry that his stomach was already twitching.
The place he was in was very close to the Leng Palace, which was the darkest place in the palace.
He couldn't remember how many people he had seen die in this corner.
Zhao Junhan only knew that he could not die, he wanted to live.
As long as I can survive, it doesn't matter if I'm a dog Porridge was not enough to fill the belly.
Zhao Junhan thought of the steamed bun that had been thrown on the ground just now.
He didn't see it surrounding it.
His face turned cold, and he lowered his head and started turning in the corner.
Zhao Junhan saw the discarded steamed bun at the east corner of the palace gate.
He dragged his painful leg over and squatted down.
Before his hand could touch it, the steamed bun was stepped on.
Zhao Junhan raised his neck and glanced up.
It was a girl.
She looked about eleven or twelve years old.
The girl was wearing a pink palace dress.
Her round face was full of energy.
The girl squatted down with her round body and looked directly at her with dark pupils.
Looking at him, but not saying a word.
Zhao Junhan was stunned for a moment and then said in an extremely hoarse voice, "Let go."
He Ling was startled, but didn't move at all.
He lowered his eyes, staring at the dark steamed buns grinding under her feet with a green light like a wolf, and rushed forward to grab the steamed buns on the ground.
He Ling saw his actions and instead stepped on him several times with his delicate red palace shoes until he was crushed into crumbs.
Zhao Junhan could only stare fiercely at He Ling in front of him.
His deep voice seemed to be soul-stirring, and he said word by word: "Get out of here."
He Ling slowly raised his feet and turned sideways.
Zhao Junhan was half-kneeling on the cold and hard palace bricks.
Zhao Juanhan's knees had just been severely stepped on by the eunuch.
Now he was in excruciating pain while kneeling, but there was no pain in his expression.
Zhao Junhan's dark eyes seemed to freeze people to death.
He stood up slowly with his knees in his hands, opened his eyelids, glanced at He Ling lightly, then stretched out his knuckled palms, and suddenly pinched her neck with his cold hands, His hands kept exerting force.
He Ling's feet gradually moved away from the ground, and the air in her throat became less and less.
She struggled, but the man in front of her remained unmoved.
Only then did He Ling realize that he really wanted to kill her.
Relying on the last trace of clear consciousness, He Ling took advantage of his moment of relaxation and kicked his injured knee hard with his hard feet.
As expected, Zhao Junhan took two steps back in pain and loosened his hand.
He Ling bent over and inhaled heavily.
After a while, she felt that the suffocation in her chest was much lessened.
When she glanced out of the corner of her eye, she saw that he still wanted to come over and strangle her to death.
He Ling shouted in an attempt to scare him, "Don't come over."
Zhao Junhan ignored him, and the soles of his shoes made a rustling sound on the ground.
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He seemed to laugh, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was looking at a prey that was struggling to its death.
He was no match for the group of eunuchs just now, but he was more than enough to deal with a twelve or thirteen year old girl.
Listening to his footsteps getting closer and closer, He Ling straightened up, raised her eyes, glared at him, and said, "Poisonous."
Zhao Junhan stopped, twitched his fingertips, and then began to look at her formally, with almond-shaped eyes and light eyebrows, but his eyes were cold.
He Lingsheng was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, so he added, "Really, I didn't lie to you, there was poison in the steamed buns."
Her family has been a doctor for generations, and this kind of poison is too childish for her, and she can tell the clues at a glance.
In fact, He Ling had been standing in the dark for a long time.
She wanted to walk over as if she hadn't seen anything, but there was only one way to the cold palace, so she kept hiding behind the door.
It has been more than a month since He Ling entered the palace.
The weak will eat the strong, and this is true no matter where it is.
He Ling's words finally dispelled Zhao Junhan's murderous intention, but there was no hint of gratitude in his expression.
Zhao Junhan's eyes suddenly fell on the food box in her hand, he looked at her deeply, then stretched out his hand, and said in a hoarse voice as if he had been cut by a knife: "Give it to me."
He Ling put the food box behind him, suppressed the fear in his heart, and shook his head, "No."
Zhao Junhan licked his lips, revealing his white and sharp teeth, his deep eyes turned to her exposed neck, and whispered: "Then I will bite you to death."
He Ling looked directly at him, the two of them were in a silent confrontation.
Behind her was the locked palace door.
She was silently calculating in her heart whether she could run out quickly.
Zhao Junhan seemed to know what she was thinking.
His slender body blocked her way.
His tone lost the patience he had before.
He said again, "Give it to me."
He Ling gritted her teeth, took steps to pass him, and rushed away.
Her arm was violently grabbed by someone, and he roughly threw her against the wall and pinched her wrist with two fingers.
He Ling grimaced in pain, and the food box in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
Zhao Junhan ignored her and took out the food from the food box.
He didn't even take the chopsticks, just grabbed it with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.
After a while, he ate it all.
He Ling looked at him coldly, pursed his lips, and quietly clenched his palms in his sleeves.
That was lunch for the empress in the cold palace.
If Aunt Si Shan knew about it, she would definitely be beaten today.
Zhao Junhan took another two steps closer to her.
He Ling could even smell the sour smell emanating from his body, and immediately frowned.
Zhao Junhan raised his hand and stretched forward, and He Ling subconsciously took a step back.
His hand paused in the air, he opened his lips and spoke clearly, "Tomorrow."
He Ling couldn't help but sneer in her heart, and she glanced at him.
He Ling didn't want to say anything more to him.
She bent her mouth in displeasure and touched the pinch mark on her neck.
She should have stopped meddling in his own business just now and let him poison her to death.
After Zhao Junhan said these words, he turned around and walked deeper into Leng Palace.
He Ling squinted at his retreating figure.
His back was bleak and cold, but his straight back seemed to be able to hold up the sky.
The shabby clothes, the miserable life, and the lack of dignity to please, no matter from any aspect, they don't look like what a prince should be like.
He Ling shook his head, picked up the food box on the ground and slowly left the cold palace.
The long palace road seems to have no end in sight.
The red walls and blue tiles, the white snow falling plum blossoms, and the sky-facing eaves are inlaid with a few dragon beads.
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A heavy snowfall last night covered the entire palace with silver, and the golden afterglow sprinkled on the ground, gradually melting the remaining snow on the ground. gd1806102: