Full of evil reborn male [Live]

"Master, son..."

Half-dream and half-awake, Li Xian shuddered all over, opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up in shock.

"Ah!" A soft and terrified cry sounded, but it was the girl who accidentally knocked him in surprise and hurt him.

Li Xian didn't care about her either, he just stared blankly at his intact and round body, which was lying comfortably and comfortably on the brocade bed, and then he slowly raised his head to look at the pale face kneeling at the end of the bed. pretty girl.

"Young master, young master, slaves deserve to die, slaves deserve to die, please, please, please, sir..." The maid with pretty eyebrows was only fourteen or fifteen years old, her face was so pale that there was no blood in it, and her slightly plump red lips trembled silently. .

Looking at this terrified but somewhat familiar young face, Li Xian dug out a long-standing name from the back of his mind, and said hesitantly: "...into the painting?"

Ruhua used to be the maidservant he doted on for a while when he was young. Among the countless beautiful maidservants and concubines he has favored since he became a 13-year-old, Ruhua's appearance is only passable, and he is more obedient and witty. Terrific, there was a time when he was keen to let this girl wake him up in the morning.Was that a good time when he was sixteen or seventeen when he was frivolous and extravagant?

The youthful heart is also played in the rouge powder pile, after a long time he no longer cares about painting, so he just throws it away.I can't remember when, it seems that this girl accidentally offended him, so he asked Jiawei to give her a whip, and let the family take her back half dead. Since then, there has been no news of it, and he has left her behind.Later I heard... She seems to be dead?

In the criminal edict, the emperor said that he was cruel, sadistic and rebellious, which was really not wronged at all.

Li Xian was thinking about the past in a daze, and didn't know where he was for a while.

Hadn't he already pierced his heart with a sharp arrow, was tied into a hedgehog, and unwillingly went to hell with that eunuch general?

There was a light slamming sound outside the door, and a young man's voice asked in a low voice, "My lord?"

"Come in." Li Xian looked out the door and heard himself whispering.

The door of the room was gently pushed open, and two young men in 25 and [-] and dressed in strong clothes came in with sword guards, walked quickly to him, and bowed respectfully, the older ones were expressionless, Quickly grab Ruhua with one hand.

"My lord, my lord, spare my life!" Ruo Hua knelt down on the ground trembling and screamed for mercy, kowtowed, bang bang, his white forehead hit hard on the smooth bluestone slab, instantly red and swollen.

Li Xian stared at the two familiar figures, something seemed to be blocked in his throat, he waved his hand, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "That's all."

Zheng Qing and Zheng Chi, these two were the most outstanding private guards given to him by his mother's uncle. Although they are not as bold as those rangers, they borrow their fame, but their skills are extremely solid, loyal and committed. When the building was about to collapse, he sacrificed his life to protect him.

When he was young, he acted without scruple, and with such a loyal master to protect him, he was even more domineering and frivolous, making big mistakes repeatedly.When I am trapped in the boundless sea of ​​suffering, remembering the old people, what I did in the past, and piercing my heart and blood, I realize that it is too late to regret it!

Zheng Qing raised his head, there was slight surprise in his slender eyebrows, but he didn't say anything else, and led Zheng Chi to obey his orders and retreated immediately.

"Thank you, thank you, sir!" At this moment, Ru Hua finally gritted his teeth, stopped trembling, and spit out a whole sentence.

"Raise your head." Li Xian said in a low voice.

He looked up tremblingly in the painting, his face was wet with sweat, and the panic and fear in his almond eyes that were full of weeping were trying to hide the panic and fear, and the corners of his lips were barely drawn up to show a pitiful smile.

I know from my own family affairs that although Li Xian was born in a high-ranking family and his father ranked first among the three princes, he lost his mother since childhood. flat.When he was young, he had a surly temperament, uncertain weather, and even more unscrupulous actions. The people in the capital shunned him when they saw him, and they even gave him a nickname behind his back-Kingdu Vicious Dog!

What he, a vicious dog, hates the most is the horrified or disgusted eyes of others looking at him as if he saw a wild beast or a ghost.

Ruhua, Zheng Qing, Zheng Chi...these are the people he has experienced in his short life.

Li Xian looked down at his young body, which was swollen and bluish, but intact and radiant, and finally woke up.It seemed that he woke up from a nightmare, or maybe it was because Lord Yan didn't bother to accept him as a villain. Ten years of miserable life as a slave did not kill him.

Li Xian pulled over the silk inner robe as thin as a cicada's wing, covered her body, and said, "Go out."

"No!" Ru Hua quickly kowtowed on his body, stepped back as if he had received an amnesty, and gently closed the door.

Seeing that he was the only one left in the room, Li Xian jumped off the bed, took three steps at a time and rushed towards the half-person-high copper mirror in the corner of the room.

The young man in the mirror had his hair tied loosely in a bun, with a beautifully carved mutton white jade hairpin inserted obliquely, most of his long black hair was blown down and scattered on his shoulders.His long eyebrows were flying high, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes stared at the person outside the mirror in shock. Other than that, his puffy face was lackluster. Coupled with his ordinary height and slightly bloated physique, he could barely be called the middle man. posture.

It's a pity that his complexion is pale and blue, and the bags under his eyes are swollen and black. He can tell at a glance that he is a licentious person.

Li Xian stretched out his hand to brush the bronze mirror in a daze, then lightly touched his youthful face, and moved his hands down, pinching the fluffy circle of fat on his waist and abdomen.Suddenly holding the bronze mirror and laughing wildly, he waved his hand vigorously and pushed it, and the bronze mirror "clanged" fell to the ground, making a loud noise.

"Master?!" Zheng Qing whispered uneasy outside the door.

"It's okay, don't come in!" Li Xian shouted sharply, covered his face and fell to his knees, laughing silently, his hands gradually soaked.

Wuling is young and gold is in the east, and the silver saddle and white horse spend the spring breeze.God!He returned to the time when he was an arrogant and domineering teenager in fresh clothes, angry horses, drunken horses and flowers.

The big mistake has not been made, nothing irreversible has happened yet, and those who have left countless traces of pain in their lives are still passers-by.

Although the capital is full of turmoil, he already knows the root of those human-eating vortices, so why can't he quietly bypass them?In this life, he has learned to behave well, to pay off debts, to avenge revenge, to stop fighting for things that are destined not to be himself, to live a good life, and to laugh at the situation is the true meaning of life.

Slightly straightening his clothes, Xian smiled self-deprecatingly, probably no one in the family cared about his evil appearance.Pushing open the door, Ruhua was tremblingly standing on both sides of the door with another beautiful servant girl in a green shirt and lotus color long skirt. When she saw him, she trembled, busy and blessed as a gift, and they all called out: "My lord!" .”

Li Xian casually leaned against the door frame, looked at the girl with the same blue and white complexion, didn't remember her name, didn't care, snorted coldly, and asked, "Where is Xiangye?"

His father, Li Zhao and Li Zibu, was the prime minister for more than ten years, ranking first among the three princes. Although the prime minister of this dynasty is not as powerful as the previous dynasty in the early Han Dynasty, even the emperor had to avoid his edge, but he still stomped the capital A big shot at Kosanko.It's just that the title of "Father" has never been spoken by Li Xian since his mother died of depression when he was seven years old.In front of his servants, he called Li Zhao the Prime Minister, and in front of Li Zhao, he respectfully called the man who gave him half of his life—my lord. place.

"My lord, today is the ten-day court, and the Prime Minister has not yet returned to the mansion." The girl in the green shirt lowered her head, only showing a part of her white and greasy neck, and spoke softly, but her reply was fairly standard.

"En." Li Xian nodded, looking at the verdant greenery in the distance of Xiangfu, and asked casually: "What's your name?"

The girl lowered her head and said: "My servant is lucky to be named Jianyi by the young master."

Sword clothes.

As the name suggests, he is awe-inspiring and proud, hiding his front inside.

This name that made him feel pain to the marrow, at the first hearing, it seems like a lifetime away—no, it's time to change, and to live another life.

Li Xian pursed his lips coldly, and whispered firmly: "Jianyi, raise your head."

Entering the painting shrank to the side, not even daring to breathe.

Jian Yi bit his pale lips, and slowly raised his head.Her forehead is smooth and slightly open, her eyebrows are like distant mountains with some faint sharp edges and corners, her eyes are not big but they are very energetic, not stunning, but they have an indescribable beauty, like wind. The tough bamboo in the mountains and the wild chrysanthemums in the mountains reveal their stubborn vitality at any time.

It was the taste he liked back then, the kind of beauty that was full of vitality but extremely fragile that made him want to occupy it all and destroy it bit by bit with his own hands.Probably the sword clothes back then were not as strong as they looked, and the time it fell into his hands was too short, so short that he couldn't remember this beautiful face, only the tragic and terrifying death has been deeply engraved in his mind , and Jianyi, the name he had tried to erase, was mentioned in his ears over and over again in the days of great disasters, and what accompanied all of this was always too tragic verbal torture.

"Get back. Leave me alone." Li Xian waved his hand in a daze, seeing Ru Hua and Jian Yi secretly heaved a sigh of relief, got up and retreated quickly as if they had escaped death, suddenly felt a little funny.In the minds of these slaves, perhaps this young master of his is more terrifying than a man-eating tiger—in his previous life, he had indeed devoured many fresh lives until he was full of evil.