Why does King Zhenbei always bully me?

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The two brooms standing at the base of the wall landed against the wind.The small courtyard in all directions is covered with yellowing leaves. Occasionally, a cool breeze blows through, and the dead leaves on the bluestone slabs are piled up layer by layer.

On the closed wooden door, the man's cursing sound fluctuated, coming out from the crack of the door and gradually disappearing into the empty space.

Disturbing the person lying on the ground, he rubbed his bloody fingertips against the slate, and was about to wake up.

"No one wants you bitch, why are you so arrogant? Young Master, I just want to take this opportunity to teach you a lesson!"

The scolding was heard, but Su Qinghe was kicked awake.The moment he regained his sanity, his stomach was kicked hard again.The force was unambiguous, almost killing him.

"Keep silent! Do you think you can escape unharmed if you don't make a sound?"

The person above the head continued to speak, but the accent of the other party was weird, and I don't know where the dialect came from.Su Qinghe couldn't understand a single word, judging only from the tone of voice, the other party was annoyed.

Su Qinghe's last memory is still in the Hall of Namelessness.The truth is, he committed suicide.But the pain coming from the whole body is all vivid.Like countless pieces of red-hot irons, they burned him uninterruptedly, and he couldn't breathe even if he didn't move.

He tried his best to open his eyes, and smelled the smell of earth, and at the same time, the curtain was full of dead leaves.Three leather boots stood in front of him, and a fourth stomped heavily on his back.

"Bu Meng, take it easy, just make up your mind, don't really kill yourself." After the words fell, Su Qinghe felt the feet on his back let go.Immediately afterwards, a dark round face approached, the eyes were narrowed, the lips were black and white with cold, and there was a mole on the tip of the nose.Unlike Cangqing people.

He looked at Su Qinghe, and the moment his eyes met, Bu Meng scolded loudly: "The bitch's bones are tough, you can still open your eyes if you beat him like this!" He raised his hand and slapped him.Su Qinghe didn't feel that the slap hurt so much, the small part of his face became numb and he didn't feel it.

The hot and humid corners of his mouth should be slick with blood, he endured the pain and braced himself to get up.He only got up a little before he was spotted by the sharp-eyed Bugan, who kicked his stomach again.So the blood that had been held in for a long time was finally spit out, and I was no longer bored.It's just that he vomited so fast that he couldn't breathe.

"Who allowed you to get up?" Bu Meng followed, kicked, and spit at him in anger, "I won't be named Bu if I don't beat your skin to pieces today!"

There was no warning, "papa" a few times the whip fell, but it still didn't hurt, but Su Qinghe couldn't hold on, and passed out!

Bugan was afraid that something might happen, so he hurriedly stopped him.Bu Meng didn't intend to stop at first, but he also caught a glimpse of Su Qinghe closing his eyes and not moving, his whip-wielding hand stopped, and a flash of panic flashed in his heart.

Ruthless words are cruel words, he just wanted to teach this person a lesson to relieve the hatred in his heart, and he didn't dare to take his life.Really dead, how to explain to Madam.Bu Meng dropped his whip and kicked him tentatively, "Don't pretend to be dead, you dog!"

A few brutal kicks woke up Su Qinghe again.

"I knew you were pretending to be dead." Relieved, Bu Meng squatted down and picked up his collar, his nostrils enlarged several times, "I'll use my nostrils to look at people in the future, and I'll beat you to death!" He fell back to the ground and continued, "However, you have no chance. When the people from Zhenbei Palace pick you up, as long as you arrive at Cangqing, your good days will be over."

This time, Bu Meng copied the unproficient Mandarin, and Su Qinghe barely understood it.When he said the word "Zhenbei Wangfu", his pronunciation was extremely awkward, but Su Qinghe was almost conditioned to be sensitive to these four words.

In a daze, he was thinking that the Zhenbei Palace was destroyed two years ago, in the spring of the first year Huo Chiyuan died in battle.In front of Su Qinghe, the emperor Rong Zhen personally decreed that nothing should be left behind, every brick and tile must be buried in the ground.

Recalling, and listening to Bu Meng’s rough and wild voice, he laughed loudly, "Are you afraid? Why not go to climb high branches? There are many people who go to the Zhenbei Palace, and General Huo will not stay. It is easy to go in. Only if you can come out alive ability!"

Su Qinghe's brows tightened little by little. He thought he was crazy and misheard, until he heard the words "Zhenbei Wangfu" and "General Huo" again, and his heart couldn't help but twitch.

Su Qinghe felt that he must be crazy, so crazy.There was an unbearable look of pain on his face, not only because of the pain of the trauma, but also because of the sudden smashing of the heart, which pulled his internal organs, and every part made him uncomfortable.

In the three years after Huo Chiyuan's death, the world wronged Rong Ji, no one imprisoned him, he imprisoned himself.In the past three years, he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or awake, and he didn't care.Wherever he can see Huo Chiyuan, there is the reality that he wants to wake up.

He is always possessing the loss, and inexplicably possessing it after the loss, and so on and on, falling into the abyss of eternal doom.

Bougan had enough humiliation, and he also accepted the other party's painful expression, satisfying his bad taste.Seeing that it was late, he urged Bu Meng to help pull Su Qinghe up.Regardless of whether people lived or died, the two dragged them into the house brutally and threw them on the ground.

Bu Meng arrogantly threw his clothes on Su Qinghe's body, raised his index finger, pointed at him, and warned viciously, "If you dare to say a word about what happened today, I will beat you to death!"

Bu Gan added: "If Ma'am asks about your injury, you just say that you accidentally fell, dare to say it was us, and you will be beaten up if you cut someone halfway!"

Based on what he knew about Dog Dongxiong, it is expected that he would not have the guts to speak out.This person is cowardly and timid, very useless.Normally, you only dare to say a few words in front of Mr. Zhao, and they are all insignificant things, and you won't even file a complaint!Even if you scare me a little bit, I won't open my mouth.

If it wasn't for his lack of strength, Su Qinghe felt that he would laugh mercilessly.There are people who can say such non-threatening words, and those who are about to be sent out, what are they afraid of beating?

However, this is not the time to compare.

When the two of them went out, Su Qinghe Wuzi lay down on the ground and coughed a few times, the pain in his throat was unbearable, he lay down for a while before he recovered his breath.

From waking up to now, Su Qinghe was full of doubts.

The only thing that is certain is that he is not dead, nor is he in the palace.If the poison was true, then he didn't die, but the people in the palace thought he was dead, so they threw his body outside the palace, and was rescued in the end?

It was not that simple to overthrow the guess as soon as it came out.It is true that Bugambumeng and Bugambumeng hated him, and they recognized him in words.Moreover, their accents are not like Mandarin, and their clothes are also weird.

The upper body is a straight-breasted short jacket, the lower body is crotch pants, and the head is worn with thick felt to warm the forehead.All the cheeks have lumpy red plaques, which should be due to living in a place with strong wind and sand, strong sunshine and high terrain all the year round.

This kind of place is hundreds of thousands of miles away from Cangqing where he was. Even if he didn't die, he couldn't be rescued so far away.

While thinking about it, a place appeared in Su Qinghe's heart—Ximo.

The western desert was originally called Mengke, and it was originally a state in the east of Dajin facing the country "Chisha". After the defeat of Chisha, it was ceded to Dajin as an apology.

Emperor Jiahe Rongshu decreed to change the name to Ximo, and ordered that the residences be overthrown and rebuilt, and all of them should be disposed of according to the style of Dajin.They also sent several gentlemen from Cangqing to unify the language.Due to the severe cold in the area, only clothing and clothing were kept.

Even so, Ximo still refused to accept discipline.

In the final analysis, they were foreigners sleeping soundly on horseback. They were far apart, and Rong Shu had no intentions. As a result, the Western Desert was divided into two groups, and the people of the Western Desert subtly influenced the two factions.

The difference is in residence, dress, and language.

After thinking about it, Su Qinghe became more certain about his guess.He remembered that when he was dragged in, the outside specification was Otsu's proprietary courtyard house.It's so special, where else could it be if it's not West Desert.

Maybe he used his body to revive his soul, and maybe he came back from the dead.

Thinking together, Su Qinghe wondered what he looked like now.I searched around but found no bronze mirror, only a pot of herbal tea on the table.The ground was smooth and translucent. He sprinkled the tea on the ground, knelt down and examined it carefully.

Just a blurry glance and he was shocked.Although the reflection is not clear, the appearance can be discerned.It's what I look like.He looks more immature, probably like when he was seventeen or eighteen years old.

While shocked, he was also full of doubts.Thinking of a birthmark on my right arm, I immediately opened the clothes and saw the pale pink cloud mark!

This is strange.People who should have died did not die, and they came to this barbarian land for no reason. It is the same everywhere.

Frightened and confused, Su Qinghe picked up the clothes on the ground and changed them.During this period, a jade pendant carved with crabapple flowers slipped out of his arms.

Su Qinghe bent down to pick it up, and hurriedly put on clean clothes before taking the jade pendant in his hand and looking at it carefully.The crabapple flowers on this jade pendant are carved extremely finely, and the word "Yuanzhen" is engraved on the side, which is Huo Chiyuan's signature.

The jade pendant was given to him by Huo Chiyuan back then, and he kept it with him for many years.After Huo Chiyuan's death, he relied on this piece of jade to survive for three years.

When he was finally freed, he did not die, and Yu Pei was still by his side.

After waiting for a long time, Bu Meng at the door became impatient.Kicking open the door, seeing Su Qinghe Chu in a daze in front of the bed, he scolded loudly in anger: "Why are you so dazed? If you change it, get out and let me wait for you outside, haven't you been beaten enough?"

As soon as Bu Meng made a sound, Su Qinghe was very disgusted, his eyes sank unconsciously, and the sternness in his pupils flashed past, as if the next moment, he was going to strangle this uncontrollable Mo barbarian to death.

None, Su Qinghe only took a deep breath.He is not stupid, he is seriously injured, and it will only be thankless if he tries hard.

Su Qinghe asked: "Whose residence is this?"

The humiliating voices of the two stopped, and Qiqi turned to look at Su Qinghe.Could it be that I was stupid?

"Chang Xian, why are you crazy?" Bu Meng took a few steps towards him, and sneered, "Before leaving the Zhao residence, your tail is up to the sky, Master Zhao hurts a white-eyed wolf!"

Zhao Mansion, Zhao Mansion in West Desert.Hearing this, Su Qinghe thought to himself, but he really couldn't remember whose residence the Ximo Zhao Mansion belonged to.

There are tens of thousands of surnames Zhao in the world, and there are thousands of them in officialdom alone.There are many Dajin officials that Rong Shu goes to Ximosai every year, and there are also many officials with the surname Zhao, and the scope is too wide to recommend.

However, it turned out that his name was Chang Xian, another completely unfamiliar name.Su Qinghe was completely confused, if he was Chang Xian, then what about the real Chang Xian, could he have died for him?

Just as he was puzzled, Bugan said impatiently: "It doesn't matter if he is crazy or not, as long as he is not dead, let's stop talking nonsense with him, take him to the front room first, and then delay."

The two were impatient, they pushed Su Qinghe and went out.The yard is old, and the surroundings are bleak, with a red tile tank full of water in the corner.Su Qinghe silently walked over to take a photo with his probe, and confirmed again that the appearance was indeed his....

The two of them turned and turned around, passed the rockery, passed the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and walked a long corridor.Su Qinghe observed carefully all the way, the specifications and layout of this mansion are similar to Cangqing in the capital city, but the architectural style is quite different.

For example, the corridors are carved with lifelike colorful paintings of strange birds, the bluestone pillars with three steps in the outer corridors, and the ink-stained wolf totems.

The author has something to say:

Su Qinghe: Why do you keep asking them to beat me?

Old Meat: I don't know.