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"Hey, it's time to eat."

The door was knocked twice, and then there was the sound of the bowl being placed on the ground, and the man went downstairs.

Wen Chujin sat slumped on the chair, her eyes glazed over, her former radiance was gone, the void was like a pool of stagnant water, unable to blow a single ripple.

Those hands that were originally clean and neat were now forced to paint Kodan, bright red, just looking at the color made him sick.

As the Wen family was wiped out, and relatives were sent to the guillotine one by one, the mother entrusted him to the housekeeper, but she didn't know that Xu Yishi was such a despicable and sinister person, so she sold him to that man in a blink of an eye, and took it for herself. The money just slipped away.

This means that he can no longer avenge his blood hatred, and he will never recover! ! !

In this humiliating place, he might as well be smashed to death!

"No...I can't die..." He clenched his fists tightly, making the bones creak, his eyes were full of dark tides, and with a monstrous hatred, his originally handsome face was crushed. The hatred twisted and became ferocious.

He can't die, he wants to live and avenge them!

He wanted to kill that blind dog emperor, Tang He Zheng who killed their family, and those who secretly divided up their family's savings!

They all have to die! ! !

Huddled in the small room, the boy who was only fourteen years old was filled with hatred, and the anger made him tremble uncontrollably, his eyes were red and bloodshot, his nails were embedded in the flesh without feeling, he was pinched extremely deep.

At an age when he was supposed to be playing carefree in the mansion, he was hit like this. Time was like a basin of water, slowly pouring over his body, inch by inch, washing away the immaturity and ignorance that should have been, leaving what was left behind It is an unforgettable hatred and sensitivity.

Standing up, supporting the body with his own will, he quickly walked to the door, opened it, and bent over to pick up the food on the ground.

As always, it was simple and rough, with clear soup and little water, plain rice and vegetables, quietly placed there as if to signal that he could not go back to the glory and wealth.

There was a flash of clarity in his eyes, he had already come out of his memories, he knew that he was no longer that rich young man, and now he only lived on hatred.

Picking up the wooden chopsticks, he wolfed down the rice and chewed it in big mouthfuls. The food in front of him was like those enemies in his mouth, biting fiercely.

Tears also dripped unknowingly, slid across the cheeks, and fell into the rice, with a salty taste in the mouth, struggling to swallow the bitter things into the stomach, just to fill the stomach.

He wants to live!

Just when he was about to finish eating, a person suddenly walked up the stairwell.

The pungent rouge floated into his nose, and he twitched violently. He immediately put down the bowl and chopsticks and just wanted to go back to the house quickly.

"Stop." Yueniang said quietly, holding on to the handrail.

Wen Chujin is very jealous of this woman, she has a beautiful appearance, a femme heart, and a heart as dark as a bottomless pit.

"I've been serving you, young master, for so many days, how are you going to repay him?" Yueniang pouted, her sweet voice made Wen Chujin's skin crawl.

"Then let me go quickly!" He growled, although he was not as loud as before, there was still anger in his voice that couldn't be concealed.

"How can that work?" Yueniang's eyes were more calculating, playing with the jade on her right thumb. "Then who is going to pay for the money?"

"I..." The words that were about to come out were blocked by her abruptly. Wen Chujin had nothing to say, knowing that she couldn't say anything to the woman in front of her, she didn't want to stay any longer, she glanced away and didn't want to look at the picture The face that will drop powder.

"Hey... why don't you learn to behave yourself?" Yueniang looked at the stubborn young man in front of her, sighed, and said, "I'm doing it for your own good, Mr. Wen, if I let you out, They will be arrested immediately."

As he spoke, he made a beheading gesture.

"How do you know me..." Wen Chujin's eyes widened, her throat suddenly became dry, her hands were clenched slightly, and she was sweating.

"Hush—don't say anything if you don't want others to know your identity." Yueniang whispered in her heart that she was hooked, and continued, "It's better to live comfortably here, not to suffer from the pain of flesh and blood, but also to have fun. Qi Mei, wouldn't you be happy?"

"Hey, silly boy, think about it again. I'll leave it at that. You can choose which way to go." Yueniang said everything she should say, half threatening and half seductive.

These words were like a basin of ice water pouring down from above, causing him to shiver from the cold, allowing him to recognize the situation in front of him clearly.

Now the imperial court is no longer owned by the Wen family. Relatives died and fled, like scattered sand. His mother and father tried their best to drag him out of this conspiracy, so that he would not be harmed. Injury, I went out so rashly and resolutely now, didn't I throw myself into a trap?

"If you stay here, I will keep it a secret for you." Yueniang blinked and said casually, "But if you go out, then I don't know how to keep my mouth shut."

He was startled before he understood what Yueniang meant. This was no longer persuasion, but an obvious threat. It was really "well-intentioned" to lead him into the pit step by step like this.

"Oh, I'm even embarrassed to see you in such a difficult situation, so this way, I'm giving you a day, and come to me when you think about it." Yueniang nodded inwardly, and saw Wen Chujin look around Embarrassed and humiliated expression, "I'm not such a good-tempered person, there is always a limit to patience."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Wen Chujin's reply, she twisted and left.

Only Wen Chujin was left standing there blankly.

It was as if there was a patch of blood in front of my eyes, mottled and stained the prison clothes of my father and mother red.

"Mother..." he murmured. "..."

The executioner raised his big knife, the blade pierced his eyes in the scorching sun, and there was applause from all around.

With a muffled sound, the head fell to the ground.

At that time, it was June, the sun was scorching hot, the crowd was noisy and hot, and everyone's clothes were more or less soaked in sweat, but it didn't stop them from applauding and discussing at all.

He was squeezed in the crowd, two adults blocked his view, he could only barely reveal a pair of eyes, but the pupils shrunk extremely small.

He couldn't feel the heat, but only vaguely remembered that his hands and feet were cold at that time, his face turned pale immediately, his feet went limp, and he collapsed directly on the ground.

"It's gone... It's gone..." He propped his hands on the ground, raised his chin, looked at the sky, smiled instead of anger, but smiled sadly, letting two lines of tears flow through.

At that time, his life was broken, broken, and destroyed piece by piece.

From then on, it meant that the original innocent boy was gone forever.

The author has something to say: Seeing my own painting style... I really can't bear to look directly...