After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

Ning Hechu also had a period of extremely willful days.

He had few relatives and his parents died early, but he was fortunate to meet kind neighbors who gave him help today and tomorrow. He grew up to an age where he could support himself by eating at other people's homes.

Seeing that he was intelligent, the teacher at the school accepted him as his disciple and allowed him to sit in on the lessons. Later, seeing that he was gradually learning, he asked him to copy some books for him. Over time, Ning Hechu was able to master all the contents.

One day, his teacher encouraged him to take the imperial examination, and as expected, he came out on top in the first exam.

Later, he gradually gained some fame, and slowly enriched his family assets by selling some calligraphy and paintings. He was finally no longer confined to a small world and could go out and make more like-minded friends.

He was born in the lower class of the people. He had seen the sufferings of the world and how corrupt officials treated people’s lives with contempt. At first, he had some ambitions. He wanted to pass the imperial examination and become an official. He wanted to be praised by the people and clean up the court…

There were countless thoughts like this, which he always kept secretly in his heart and never told anyone.

Therefore, he still came out on top in the second and third exams, fantasizing that his future would be just as he wished and his future would be limitless.

But sometimes fate plays tricks on us.

He had a confidant.

Or to be more precise, a confidante.

The reputation he had made was enough for him to support his family. Families with school-age children who needed to go to school would occasionally ask him to teach them. He also had the noble character of a scholar and would always make sure that the family was clean before he would take on the job.

Later, after finishing a class one day, I was packing up and preparing to leave the host's house. As I was walking on the road, I was caught off guard and hit by something thrown from a high place.

He took it and found it was a sachet.

When I looked up again, I saw a girl leaning against the window sill in the attic. She had black hair, white skin, bright eyes, and a beautiful smile: "Are you Ning Hechu? The talented man my father talked about?"

There is a custom in Mingzhou to give sachets as gifts to express admiration. When Ning Hechu saw the mandarin ducks embroidered on it, he was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously.

The girl covered her lips and laughed twice again. Her eyes were as lively as a deer, but her voice was not so polite: "But you look stupid."

Ning Hechu had never heard anyone evaluate him like this before. He wanted to argue, but unfortunately he lost the opportunity and could only watch the girl disappear before his eyes.

Later I learned that she was the host's only daughter and the elder sister of his student, Zhong Chiying.

A lotus flower has been opened before Shangyingying.

At that time, Ning Hechu just felt that this name really suited her.

In short, the two of them became friends. He still taught at this house, and the girl would appear beside him from time to time, holding a book and asking him some questions about allusions, but not always seriously. Occasionally, he would be amused to the point of blushing, and the girl would laugh beside him.

"With your dull personality, if you enter the officialdom in the future and are bullied by others, I'm afraid you won't be able to say anything to refute it."

Zhong Chiying always teased him like this.

After many twists and turns, I still couldn't say "no".

The host family did not object to their contact, and over time, with such tacit consent, they expressed their feelings to each other, exchanged their hearts, and even agreed that he would marry her after returning from the imperial examination in Beijing.

Like countless aspiring students, Ning Hechu was eagerly looking forward to that day, hoping to achieve what he wanted.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Emperor Shun went on a southern tour and stayed at Zhong's house.

At that time, Ning Hechu was out of town to study for books. When he came back with the books and the cakes his sweetheart had been longing for, he heard the news that Miss Zhong had passed away.

The girl who was innocent and lively before he left, and kept talking about looking forward to his return, lost her life for no reason a few days after he left. Not only that, even her master who had always treated him kindly suddenly changed his attitude, gave him money and asked him to leave quickly, without even giving him a chance to see him for the last time.

Something unexpected happened overnight. After several inquiries, Ning Hechu finally understood the whole story. It was so filthy and dirty that no one dared to speak out, even though they had lost their most beloved daughter.

The young man was impulsive and wanted to go to the door to seek justice. Before he could take any action, he was discovered by Zhong Ruliang, who slapped him awake.

"If it were someone else, you might still be able to take revenge, but that's the emperor, the most noble person in the world today. Who can do anything to him? Don't my uncle and aunt worry about it? In order not to implicate relatives, we can only give up. You are a poor scholar with no power or influence. You don't even know if you can get close to him. How can you take revenge? Implicate more people for this, is that what you want?"

Yes, he has no money to retaliate.

Not only did he not want outsiders to know about this relationship, he also tried his best to conceal it.

Ning Hechu couldn't help but feel resentment in his heart. He lowered his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and finally did not rush forward rashly.

Later, he found the once beautiful and lovely girl in a mass grave. When she died, she had been tortured beyond recognition. Her limbs were broken, her eyes were wide open, and her soft, black hair had become as messy as dead grass. It was hard to imagine what kind of torture she had endured.

Fearing that the emperor would find out and bear a grudge against her, even her family members were unable to come and bury her bones.

After so many years, Ning Hechu had long forgotten what he was thinking at the time, perhaps resentment, or numbness from the pain, or both.

He buried the girl he once loved properly, then resolutely packed his bags and went to Beijing to take the exam.

He wanted power and revenge, but he could only keep a straight face and buried his hatred deep in his heart.

One day, he became the kind of person who sycophants he once despised the most. He learned how to flatter and how to achieve what he wanted through open and covert struggles.

He was a victim of family struggles and imperial power struggles. As a tool, he was pushed to the position of prime minister. It seemed glorious and powerful, but in fact, many things were beyond his control and he could not do whatever he wanted.

He finally had a reason to get close to the emperor, but his subordinates still needed the emperor. The emperor's incompetence was actually a good thing for them, as they could take the opportunity to seize power and embezzle money.

He didn't care about those relatives who came to him to curry favor with him after he became famous. Instead, he watched his subordinates do whatever they wanted with indifference and almost indulgence.

Until the end, he finally became the treacherous minister that he once despised and was reviled by all the people.

He could no longer see clearly what the road he had taken was like.

Finally, he waited until the emperor was seriously ill and there was chaos inside and outside the palace.

He did not hold back this time, and the once high and mighty emperor lying on the bed could only endure his revenge.

As for the prince, he didn't care at first, but when he heard that the child's mother was also from Mingzhou, he was stunned for a moment.

However, he did not expect that it was this oversight that would lead to his death in the future.