I, the orphan of a traitor, is in demand

It's been bumpy, bumpy.My whole world was shaking, and I didn't know where the coachman was taking me, and I didn't care at all.Kill or cut, bury or burn as he pleases.

"My lord, why don't you eat something." The turbulence stopped, the eyes suddenly lit up, but it was blurry.I can only see an outline clearly, without distinguishing between male and female, old and weak.From the sound of his voice, he could tell that the coachman was a man in his forties.

I opened my eyes a little, hugged Changqin in my arms, and closed my eyes again after a while.The coachman seemed to sigh, and the carriage continued to bump.The heart-piercing pain swept over me one after another, and I tried my best to restrain myself from thinking about him.The harder you try, the more futile you are.He is the one who opens the eyes, and he is the one who closes the eyes. Even the dream will not let me go.

I don't know how many days I slept, but every time I wake up, my whole body hurts.Suddenly there was a wail, the jolting stopped, and it was no longer the driver who lifted the curtain of the car this time. "Brother, there is one more person here." Noisy shouts were heard everywhere.

He didn't die at the hands of the emperor, he didn't die at the hands of Li Ziyi, but now he was about to die at the hands of the highwaymen.Ah!It's also ironic to think about it, born rich and noble, but with a humble life.I tried to open my eyes, but I saw three or four ugly scarred faces and dozens of long shiny knives.

"Brother, this man is covered in wounds. Looking at him, even if we don't do anything, he won't survive for a few days." The sunlight reflected by the knife made my eyes hurt, and I closed my eyes again.Whether my fate is life or death, as early as eight years ago, when the Ling family died, it was not something I could decide.

"The violin in his hand is not bad, and it can sell for a few dollars. And this carriage, take it away with me." One person stepped forward to snatch my long violin, which is the only thing I have left. Can not give.

"You are a mute, you are a dying person, what's the use of keeping this violin. Let go!" After all, I still didn't protect my violin, they took my violin, carried me off the carriage and threw me to the side of the road.

"Poor people must have something to hate. Thinking about it, you must have committed some terrible crime to end up like this." All the robbers surrounded me pointing, sneering, mocking, and their voices came into my ears.Poor people must have something to hate, am I pitiful?The young son of the Ling family, the prince's attendant, has a high rank and is respected by everyone.Where am I pitiful?My body was getting more and more painful, I was getting more and more tired, and my eyes that were forced to open were finally closed.

If the sky has love, the sky will grow old, if people have love, they will die early.This is a sentence I wrote down when I was listening to people chatting in the market.Although I wrote it down, I only took it as a joke and didn't quite agree with it.Compared with it, I like the phrase asking what love is, which directly teaches life and death.But now, there is no feeling.

"Brother, he has been asleep for seven days, can he still wake up?"

"Should be able to wake up, hurry up and get the medicine."

"Brother, here is the medicine."

It hurts, it's a heart-wrenching pain.A burst of tingling coolness spread to the tip of my heart, I managed to open my eyes, but saw a person standing beside me holding medicine. "Yichun, get some warm water, he's awake." He quickened his hand movements, and the ointment penetrated into the skin, causing a tingling pain for a moment.

I wanted to speak, my throat hurt and I couldn't make a sound. "Don't move yet, your body is covered with wounds, and the ointment hasn't been applied yet." He pressed me down, and I struggled to push him away.He had a kind face and a gentle voice, but I was so scared that I tried to shrink to the corner of the bed regardless of the pain, covering the words of humiliation on my cheek.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I am a doctor. I saved you. This is medicine, which is applied to your wound." A mute, a cripple, there is nothing to save, who wants you to take care of it? Come and save me.

He tried to persuade me with good words, but I just endured the pain and wept, I couldn't listen, I didn't want to listen.Whenever he wants to get close to me, I try my best to sneak into the corner. Others are Longyou Shoals being teased by shrimps, Huluopingyang being bullied by dogs, I have always been a street mouse, and I can't see the light.

Woke up and fainted, and every time I woke up, the wound was replaced with new medicine.He no longer tried to get close to me, but just sat in the distance and looked at me, "Don't be surprised if you haven't signed up for a surname after so long. I am Dai Yi'an, and this is my younger brother Dai Yichun. This place is Wanzhou City. A few days ago, the two of us passed by Pingxi and picked you up on the way. At that time, you were seriously injured, so I brought you back to Wanzhou."

"Brother." Dai Yichun pushed the door open and entered, brought a bowl of steaming soup, he still smiled at me as before, with a naive look.

"Although this medicine is a bit bitter, it's good for your injuries. You'd better take a few sips." Dai Yi'an cooled the medicine and put it on the small table beside the bed.Dai Yichun hurriedly took out a candy from his pocket, "This candy is sweet, my son can relieve suffering after eating it." I only glanced at it, then turned my head away, Dai Yian seemed to sigh.

After getting along for seventeen years, he was fined seventeen knives, and the past was over.Ling Dan has deep affection and righteousness for this king, and this king has nothing to repay, but only a tattooed face with the word 'broken sleeve'.The Ling family rebelled, implicated the nine clans, and did not disobey the emperor's order. Now they are castrated and exiled, and they will never see each other again in this life.Li Ziyi, Li Ziyi...

"Young Master, Young Master, wake up!" Hearing Dai Yi'an's voice, the nightmare stopped.I immediately let go of Dai Yi'an's hand and wept loudly, my heart ached and every inch of my skin hurt.While crying, I vomited a pool of black blood, Dai Yian's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly called Dai Yichun.Dai Yichun took my hand, and Dai Yian gave me the needle.My brain hurts, my eyes go dark, and I don't feel any more.

About two months later, I scratched Dai Yi'an 32 times and Dai Yichun 28 times in these two months, and they still treated me as before.Instead, he stays by my side every day and chats with me, even if I never answer him a word, he never stops day after day; instead, Chun brings me sweets and pastries every day. An was busy going to the front hall to treat patients, and Dai Yichun would be by my side.

I dream every night, and the dreams are never separated from Li Ziyi. I wake up from the dreams again and again.Every time I wake up, the pillow is wet with tears.What the hell is my life?Life cannot be lived in a dignified way, and death cannot be completely dead.Trash and jokes can all be called Ling Dan.

I have never felt so cold in December.It was bitingly cold, and my viscera ached from the cold, and I couldn't feel any temperature.In the past month, I have dreamed of Li Ziyi more and more frequently.He gouged out my heart one by one, I was afraid, and I begged him, but he just smiled, and the movements of his hands never stopped.

I have known you for seventeen years, and I will return you seventeen knives; I am full of you, and you gave me a tattoo with the word "broken sleeve"; after the traitor, castrated and exiled.It is said that the human heart is made of flesh, but what I believed for so long was wrong.

I remember Dai Yi'an said that the dose of the medicine has been increased recently, but I still wake up every night.Xia Nianzhen's laughter was very ear-piercing, Li Ziyi's dagger was particularly terrifying.

The early winter night was cold, and the winter rain couldn't stop, and I was awakened by the dream as usual.Dai Yi'an lay down beside the table and fell into a deep sleep. He has been really tired these past few months.I put on a single shirt and went outside the house, and the cold wind hit me like a dead leaf.I have been here for several months, and now I see the layout of the courtyard. Walking along the corridor, although the lanterns are not very bright, you can still see the surrounding scenery clearly.

A stone jar was placed on the stone steps at the end of the corridor. There was a withered lotus in the jar, and a humiliated face was reflected in it.The habit of broken sleeves, the love of Longyang, different people have different results, for me, he felt disgusted, now, I also feel disgusted, these two words on the face are even more disgusting!

I found a piece of broken tile, and erased those two words with the reflection.The meat fell one by one, and the blood dripped into the tank, causing countless ripples.It hurts, but I can't stop. The moment the broken tiles penetrate into the flesh, my heart feels very happy.One mouth, two mouths, three mouths, the only half of the face that can see people, I am not willing to do it.

The scars on his arms and chest started to hurt again.In the past few months, I haven't seen the scars on my body. I don't want to see them, and I don't dare to see them.Now the pain is severe, I scratched on the broken tiles for a while, the old injury gradually lost its pain, but the new injury was painful again.

It hurts, it hurts.On behalf of An, I'm in so much pain.I burst into tears, dragging my bloody and exhausted body around, the stone steps were wet and slippery, my feet were weak, I was unstable, and I fell down.It seemed to be blood, which flowed into my eyes and mouth.Amid the sound of the rain, I probably heard Xia Nianzhen's laughter again, and Li Ziyi calling me Yuqian again.Normally, every time he calls, I always answer, but now I don't have the guts to answer, I just want to find a place to hide, and never see him again until death.

Life is becoming more and more nothingness, and what is more nothingness than nothingness is the inevitable fate.Destiny is like a sword, should you use it to split the shackles of life and regain freedom, or is it inevitable to die with a single blow?I wanted to split the shackles and escape from the cage, but fate is the most tricky, the more I want to escape, the more inevitable I can avoid it.

"Second brother, this is sweet-scented osmanthus cake, horseshoe cake, and crystal cake. And this glutinous rice cake. This glutinous rice cake is freshly made, and it's still warm. Try it soon." Yichun put down the cakes in his hands and picked out A small piece was stuffed into my mouth, "How does it taste?"

"It's not bad." Of the pastries Yichun bought, I like osmanthus cake the most. It's sweet and fragrant, followed by glutinous rice cake.The glutinous rice cake is soft and delicious, and the other dishes also have their own characteristics.

"Yiqiu, the qin has been repaired." Yi'an came with the qin in his arms, Yichun stuffed a mouthful of glutinous rice cakes, and cleared the table a little to make room for it.I stretched out my fingers to pick the strings, and the sound of the piano curled up. I was very happy, "Thank you, brother."

"Yiqiu, don't call me big brother anymore. I still like you to call me Yian." I smiled and said, "As long as you don't blame me for being disrespectful." No wonder." Yichun stepped forward and laughed twice, then picked up another piece of glutinous rice cake and put it in his mouth.Yi'an glanced at Yichun and said to me, "Yiqiu, eat less glutinous rice cakes, it's easy to accumulate food."

"Got it." I laughed dryly. "Big Brother, Second Brother really only ate one piece this time." Yichun licked his lips with embarrassment on his face.If I remember correctly, this is the third time Yi'an has told me to eat less glutinous rice cakes, and he has to worry about everything for me.

When you arrived, Yi'an accompanied me to the Zuixiang Tower, and when we reached the door, a woman was ill and was crying in pain.I said, "Human life is the most important thing, you go to the doctor, the Zuixiang Building is not far away, I can go by myself." Yichun was busy sorting the medicinal materials, and he had no time to do it for a while.The woman was crying so hard, Yi An gave me a word of advice and turned around to seek treatment.

When I arrived at Tongzi Street, a young man in black clothes stopped me, "May I ask you, what is your name?"

I, the young son of General Ling Qianxi, Ling Dan, my name is Yuqian, and others call me Dai Yiqiu.