Chapter 1742

I don't know what I thought. The steward smiled: "it doesn't matter. You'll know later that there's a new beast today. Why don't you just play?"

The boy who was kicked obviously didn't know what kind of situation he was going to face. He covered his stomach in pain and turned white, but he still stared at the steward with resentment in his eyes and cursed constantly in his mouth.

The steward sneered, picked up the whip next to him and shook it a few times: "can't be a man? It's all right. I'll teach you. Anyway, in the end, you can't even do it."

The pain of the whip was burning on his body. The naughty boy couldn't help rolling on the ground. He cried bitterly and threw away all hatred and dignity. He kept begging for mercy in exchange for the look of the steward sneering

On the Colosseum, he was seen fighting with wild animals like a slave toy.

The panic in the young man's eyes almost condensed into the essence, constantly screaming for help, in exchange for the laughter of dignitaries and nobles sitting in their seats.

Seeing that he was about to be bitten off his throat, he was dragged out on the ground. Life is better than death.

Once boys cut their vocal cords innocently and cruelly. Now, the price finally falls on themselves.

The boy seemed to be in a trance and saw those cats and dogs who had been abused, those crazy resentments

Out of the dark and low battle field,

All eyes are merciful snow. It always seems to be so tolerant that it can cover up all the dirt in the world, leaving only clean and pure white.

The brilliant sunlight refracts from the air and shines on the earth.

The light wind blows, the wind bell hanging in front of the door rings clearly, the kite in the sky breaks the line, and the birds chirp carefree,

Between heaven and earth, bright and magnanimous,

It's like nothing happened, and it's like something's over.

In 261 years of Xiyun state,

The female emperor died in the fire and the court was in chaos. Later, the prime minister took control of the court.

There is a saying in the world: the Prime Minister of the current Dynasty has the power to pour into the government and the opposition. He is cruel and cold, and his heart is cold. No one dares to provoke him.

Time goes round and everything is empty,

Another winter,

The plum trees in the courtyard opened just in time, reflecting the burning red of the branches in the overwhelming snow, just like the smile of the man in those years.

Jun Zhan took a breath of air conditioning. He stood alone in the yard and silently looked at the plum blossom in the snow. The snow fell on his shoulder. He seemed to be integrated with the ice and snow day and became a pale and silent ice and snow statue.

Jun Zhan stretched out his hand, and the cold fingertips brushed the snow on the plum blossom, and the snow fell on the ground.

This plum blossom tree was cultivated by him bit by bit and never by others.

He remembered that when she came to the prime minister's house to plant plum trees, it was only blocked by his light words.

The branches she brought were deserted there.

——Your Majesty's love is really cheap.

——So, can you stop pestering me.

——You don't bother, I don't.

——What, angry?

——I'm not telling the truth?

——If your majesty has nothing to do in the future, you don't have to come to the prime minister's house again.

So,

Later, she really didn't come to the prime minister's house again.

From then on, there is no connection.

It's just,

The person who left her took away his heart.

Even now he went to the plum blossom town himself, brought back several branches wholeheartedly and watered and cultivated carefully, it was not once.

There should always be a hope. Otherwise, how should we spend 365 days a year.

Waiting for a tree to bloom, hoping that man's leaves will fall back.