When I was seven years old, my brother picked up a slave for me.
His name is A Shi, he is silent and docile. I asked him to kneel, but he did not dare to stand.
I asked him to warm the bed, but he didn't dare to get dressed.
When I was sixteen, I got tired of his submissive attitude and broke the jade pendant he gave me in front of the whole family.
"Go away, is a slave worthy of saying he likes me?"
He really went away, to the frontier of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and never came back.
——
The new king of the grassland, Helianzhuo, led a hundred thousand cavalry to the border and wanted one person by name.
——Shen Zhao, the consort of Princess Yongan of the current dynasty.
At the banquet, I was helped to sit down while coughing blood. I looked up and saw the familiar face on the throne.
My Ah Shi is now dressed in wolf fur, with eyes like daggers, holding the most beautiful girl in the grassland in his arms.
He crushed the wine glass in front of me:
"Prince-in-law, you are fine."
That night I vomited three liters of blood, and the imperial doctor said that the prince's heart was dead and he would not survive the winter.
——
The memory goes back to when I was sixteen years old, I pulled his sleeve and said coquettishly: "Ashi, sleep with me tonight, I'm afraid of the cold."
I saw the pain and madness in his eyes.
He pushed me against the wall and kissed me, then pushed me away and slapped me hard.
"Shen Zhao, open your eyes and take a look. Who is the person who is kneeling and treating you like a dog now?"
The interactive pull is so strong...