Distressed Concubine

Chapter 89 Dream Broken Blue Bridge 2
"Yu'er, are you crazy? Have you forgotten Cui'er's lesson? Whoever dares to help Prince Sheng will be punished!"

"That's right, other people can forget it too, but it's the imperial edict of the Empress Dowager."

"Hey, I don't know what evil this child has done in his previous life. The emperor doesn't care about such a grandmother."

"Let's go, let's go, let's see if the eyeballs will be gouged out after a while."

Several palace maids rubbed each other and wanted to take Yu'er away, but Yu'er gritted her teeth and resolutely went up to help him sweep the snow. Just holding on to the broom for a while, a leather whip rushed towards him.

"Snapped"

Yu'er staggered and fell to the ground, and before she could get up, she whipped again.

Bei Gongcheng stared blankly at the scene in front of him, until the blood in front of his eyes was blurred, and more and more palace people were watching around him, each pointing at him.

Every lip shape is saying that he is a villain, why not die.

Yu'er gradually lost her breath, and large swaths of blood seeped into the snow, like bright red thorn roses, blooming enchantingly all over the place.

He was three years old that year, and he still didn't understand anything. He didn't know that he was a prince, and he didn't know what happened. The only thing he knew was that whoever helped him would be punished. The standing figure is where his memory begins.

After the palace servants dragged Yu'er away, he silently continued to pick up the broom to sweep the snow, sweeping the blood-red snow far away.

The palace people said that he was cold-blooded, since he was three years old, he has been so indifferent in the face of blood, when his dark pupils saw Yu'er died, his eyelashes didn't blink, he didn't know how to be grateful at all, he deserved to be lonely.

He was indeed indifferent, because his back was bleeding at the moment, blood was so familiar to him, as if he had to eat every day, and the whip was also very familiar, as if he had to wear clothes every day, he was very familiar with it. It hurts, but I can only keep silent.

He can't even protect himself, let alone others. From this day on, a child who is only three years old already knows that from now on, he can only be alone.

Being grateful will only make more people die innocently for him. Although he is not very clear about it, he gradually understands it.

Staying alone is the only thing he can do.

Time flies, and the resplendent Ningxiang Palace is very cold. It was raining in the summer that year. He sat alone at the gate of the palace. He was five years old, but he still had the figure of a three or four-year-old child. He was still expressionless, except for the The pair of black pupils are deeper and more enviable, no one can find a second expression on his face, and no one has ever seen the shallow dimples on the corners of his lips.

He is neither happy nor angry, neither crying nor angry.

Some people said that he was like a dead body, it was bad luck to stay in the palace, for five years, he had hardly opened his mouth, even when he was beaten, he just grunted and then fell silent.

The palace people also discussed in private, saying that he is a villain, and his mother committed suicide for a man outside the palace. If it wasn't for the fact that he looked like the emperor, she might have died.

In the distance, the golden dragon tent came slowly, his black pupils shrank slightly, he got up and patted the ashes on his body, then turned and left.

The emperor came to pay his respects to the empress dowager again, and he already vaguely knew that he was the emperor's son, a son who was not as good as a palace man.

The farther away Bei Gong was, he saw the thin figure who was always waiting for him, but turned and left after he came. With doubts, he waved his hand, motioning for someone to bring him over.

A quarter of an hour later, Bei Gongcheng looked at his strange father for the first time, stared for a moment, then lowered his eyes, quietly knelt and kowtowed.

"See Your Majesty, Long Live My Emperor, Long Live Long Live."

The childish voice was indifferent, with no emotion, and the tone of an adult made Bei Gongyue feel a pain in his heart.

He called himself... the emperor?
All the emperor's greetings are 'See father, I wish father good health and longevity. '

He is the only one who calls himself the emperor... Looking at his well-behaved greeting posture without any flaws, looking at his kneeling figure without shaking, you can know that he often kneels...

"What are you calling me?" Bei Gongyue asked with disbelief.

Bei Gongcheng raised his eyes and glanced at the other party, and said lightly, "Your Majesty."

Only two words, no more words, just kneeling quietly.

The cool summer rain soon soaked his clothes, and gradually revealed his extremely thin figure. All the people present were stunned when they saw this almost skinny prince.

Bei Gongyue was even more shocked, he was so alienated from himself?Doesn't he know that he is his son?

"You are my fourteenth son, do you know that?"

"Return to the emperor, now I know."

His tone was still so light that he could not blow the slightest ripple, without a trace of joy, nor a trace of emotion.Even Jin Ming, the guard with a knife who followed the emperor, felt that something was wrong.

Know why you still call the emperor?Do you know why you are so calm?Why did this faint sentence make him feel boundless sadness.

Know now?Don't you know it before?
"I want to call my father!" Seeing that the emperor looked sad, Jin Ming couldn't bear it, so he spoke for him.

"Yes, Father."

He still spoke indifferently, which made Bei Gongyue's heart ache even more.Although he called father emperor, everyone could tell that it was no different from the emperor he was talking about.

It was as if he did what others told him to do.

In fact, Bei Gongcheng really didn't know the difference between the father and the emperor, they were both high-ranking emperors, and they were both people who dismissed him, it was no different.

Later, the emperor went to Ningxiang Palace, and at night he was taken to another palace, where lived a woman covered in a pungent fragrance, she told him that she would be his mother and concubine from now on.

He responded blankly, and in return she gave her a vicious slap.

"Learn to laugh in the future, especially when the emperor comes, give me a good smile. As for your life, it will be better than that of Ningxiang Palace, but if you have to keep a straight face all day, don't blame me for being better than the empress dowager." Still ruthless!"

"I can't laugh." He said lightly, in exchange for a deeper slap from her.

Later, she was tired from beating, and she gave up after beating too many times. He really couldn't laugh, and there was no emotion in those deep eyes.

The emperor didn't seem to mind that he always kept a straight face, and occasionally came to see him, and didn't talk much, but stared at him quietly for a few hours, and then left, and occasionally stayed overnight.

The way he looked at the emperor was also faint, without a trace of light.

Seeing that the emperor didn't mind, she didn't bother to care about him. Anyway, she followed the empress dowager's order, and he would not die of hunger. Occasionally, she wanted the emperor to come, so she took off his clothes and threw him into the snow to freeze overnight, and then cried He rushed to inform the imperial physician.

The concubine was very satisfied, no matter what time, he never said a word and never complained to the emperor.

It's just that the eyes looking at her are getting colder and colder. Those deep black pupils make her often unable to guess what he is thinking. He is very cold. Even though he is only five years old, he is still as cold as snow that does not melt all year round.

In fact, Bei Gongcheng didn't understand the difference between the mother concubine and the empress dowager, they were both cruel and merciless, and they were the ones who tortured him in every possible way, no different.

Everything is the same.

Just changing from one hell to another, just changing from one stranger to another.

What changes is the environment, what does not change is the heart.

The drums are loud and the horses are strong.The huge yellow flag of Beigong was fluttering in the wind. The six-year-old Beigong Sheng walked out of the palace gate for the first time. He participated in the hunting with many princes, and everyone looked at him with disdain.

He also just glanced lightly, not humble and not saying a word.

There is nothing to be sad about, but when everyone's mother and concubine asked warmly before leaving, his pupils faintly glowed with surprise.

Madam, is this possible?

When Bei Gongyue glanced at him across the crowd, the glamorously dressed concubine rushed over and hugged him in her arms, her tears were like weeping pearls, crying beautifully.

But the words spit out from the red lips are: "Be strong, remember to get hurt more, and let your father come to see you more. When other princes bully you, don't resist, let them beat you more, so that your father can feel sorry for you. Do you remember!"

Seeing that his face was still expressionless, she pretended to wipe away her tears, and secretly squeezed his arm hard.

His eyes were dark and he ordered: "Remember it clearly! Otherwise, you will feel better when you come back!"

Seeing Beigong Yue looking at her with a gratified smile, she raised her eyes and looked back shyly, but she didn't realize that the moment she turned her head, there was an undercurrent bursting out of Bei Gongcheng's dark eyes, and for the first time, a smile appeared on his handsome face. There was no expression other than Leng Yi.

It was a shallow sneer, extremely cold, cold to the heart, cold to the bone.

When the concubine turned his eyes back again, he lowered his eyes.She straightened his clothes symbolically, pushed him towards the emperor, and signaled him to move closer to the emperor's dragon like other princes.

Bei Gongyue always likes to bring a few favorite princes with him when hunting, because he is usually very busy and rarely has time to take care of the princes. At this time, he will consult the princes about their studies.

Bei Gongcheng glanced back at her coldly, and walked slowly in that direction.

Bei Gongyue saw the extremely thin body slowly approaching him even though he had jumped a lot in size, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Is he finally willing to accept himself?This year, the way he looked at him was so cold, just like her back then.

Everyone looked at him quietly, with eyes full of surprise.

Is he crazy?With such a humble status, how dare to join the emperor?
He walked up to Bei Gongyue step by step, and looked up for a moment.

Bei Gongyue just wanted to wrap him in his arms and put him on Long Tuo, but unexpectedly he passed by and walked towards Jin Ming.

Bei Gongyue's hand was in the air in embarrassment, and the concubine's originally relieved eyes instantly turned cold.

He looked at Jin Ming, raised his head and said calmly, "I want to ride a horse, teach me."

It was not an order, nor a discussion, nor a prayer. The indifference and calmness emanating from the black pupils made Jin Ming startled, and he glanced at the emperor in surprise.

The light in Bei Gongyue's eyes dimmed, and he waved his hands helplessly, which was regarded as tacit consent.

Jin Ming nodded, and was about to turn around and hug him onto the horse, when the people around him exclaimed.

Bei Gongyue also froze on the spot for an instant.

Holding on to the stirrups, he flipped onto the horse briskly. No one saw how he got on it. A six-year-old kid can jump on a majestic sweat horse without the help of an adult...how unbelievable it is.

And no one knows how many times he was hung from the tree, no one cared about him, when he could no longer hold on, in order to save himself, he forced himself to pull up, untied the rope with his mouth, and then fell heavily.

No one knew that when he was so hungry, he looked at the high pot table in the kitchen, jumped and climbed again and again, and worked so hard to get a piece of dry steamed bun.

He just wants to reach for what he wants, those bruises, those bruises that no one ever sees.On that day, everyone in the world said that he was a genius, but no one knew that he just wanted to live...

The hunting team headed towards Hanshan Mountain, which is said to be the most beautiful mountain range in Beichang, stretching for several miles, with a sea of ​​rime and light snow gauze.

(End of this chapter)