Back Off, Let Me Come

In the impression of young scholars, Zhai Le was a decisive, brave and fearless general. He was young but calm in his actions, and occasionally relied on his elder brother. However, when Zhai Huan knew his impression of Zhai Le, he added with a smile: [Calm... Alas, that's all for outsiders to see. A Le is a soft-hearted kid who loves to cry. 】

The young scribe was surprised: [Do you love crying? How to cry? 】

Zhai Huan, a wicked man, encouraged him to make the passing children cry. He was helpless as the demonic sound filled his ears. The wicked man put his hands in his sleeves and mouthed: "Crying like this." 】

Young scribe: [……]

He recalled the distant memory, looked at Zhai Le who was kneeling in front of Zhai Huan's bed and cried out of breath, looked at Zhai Huan with his eyes closed, and secretly thought that what Zhai Huan said was not entirely correct. Zhai Le has made some progress, and it is annoying to cry without a child.

The chambermaid, Gong'e, knelt on the ground and sobbed softly.

Zhai Huan's confidants also wiped away tears.

Zhai Le didn't care what others thought of him, he cried until he hiccupped and his throat spasmed before he could stop himself. Seeing that his mood had stabilized slightly, the young scribe took a piece of great merit, put it on Zhai Le's shoulders, and said softly: "Please take care of yourself, my lord."

Zhai Le looked down at the mourning clothes on his shoulders.

He said hoarsely: "Brother has already prepared it..."

The young scribe said: "I have been preparing for a while."

This was so that Zhai Le would not be in a hurry when he died, and Zhai Le had no idea about this before.

Zhai Le took off his filial piety clothes and said, "Bring me the chopper."

Beheading and doing great work are both filial piety. The latter is mourning for cousins, while the former is the heaviest filial service among the five.

The young scribe said: "Okay."

"Tell me, what was my brother's mood at that time preparing these things for me?" The tears were about to burst again.

The main theme of Young Scholars is sincerity.

"The First Master is very happy."

Those who didn't know thought that Zhai Huan was preparing for the funeral of his enemy. Young scribes have never seen anyone who is as indifferent to life and death as he is.

When Zhai Le heard this, he held on to the edge of his mourning clothes. He looked at his brother who seemed to have just fallen asleep, with a smile and contentment on his lips. He said softly: "At this moment, brother should be reunited with his sister-in-law... let's forget it. His regret."

What my brother regrets most is the death of his wife.

The corners of the young scribe's mouth twitched slightly.

He never expected that Zhai Huan, a wicked man, could have such an emotional side. However, if you can live your life according to your heart and do whatever you want, your trip to this world is not in vain. Zhai Le said to the chamberlain: "Go and get the comb."

He wanted to personally help his brother sort out his remains.

When the waiter left, Zhai Le raised his hands to support the edge of the bed and stood up with some difficulty. The emotional catharsis and prolonged kneeling made his legs weak. The young scribe reached out to help, and Zhai Le turned the alchemy palace around, and it returned to normal in a short while. He raised his hand and grabbed it, and saw martial energy spurting out from his palm, turning into a three-foot green sword, and the sword pointed against Zhai Huan's brother.

The latter was still immersed in the emotions of Zhai Huan's death. It was not until Zhai Le made a move that he came back to his senses and saw the sharp sword pressed between his eyebrows. His face was so gloomy that it dripped water. He tried to save others by himself. He didn't think he could live, so he spoke in a yin and yang manner. He wanted to live up to his words even if he wanted to die: "Zhai Xiaofang, when Zhai Yuewen was alive, you chanted and beat, and kept talking about yourself. I can't do it. Why, now that he's dead, you can't wait to kill us to avoid future troubles?"

The other concubines thought they had escaped disaster, but when they saw Zhai Le's posture, the big stone that had just fallen to the ground suddenly lifted up into their throats.

Zhai Le's eyes were cold and no longer as clear as before.

"If it weren't for tonight, brother wouldn't have died..."

Zhai Huan's younger brother sneered: "If he hadn't been forced into the palace, he would not have died, but it would still be the difference between dying two days earlier and dying two days later. Zhai Xiaofang, you are the big winner. You opened the sky and spoke frankly! There is no need at this moment." Are you being more hypocritical? After all, Zhai Yuewen will not suddenly pretend to see your despicable and hypocritical side. You have been a child for so many years, and all the hardships have been rewarded!"

Zhai Le ignored his yin and yang aura and just held back tears with red eyes. The knuckles of his right hand holding the sword turned white due to the force of restraint: "If you hadn't been here tonight, I would never have let you out alive. As long as one of you is not here... …”

Brother Zhai Huan asked: "What do you mean?"

Zhai Le murmured in a low voice with an expressionless face: "I have to let one of you survive to continue the lineage of the eldest family. A hundred years from now, the eldest uncle will have a filial son who will break the basin... You should be grateful for this!"

Brother Zhai Huan clenched his back molars, and he didn't know which of Zhai Le's words touched his bottom line. He suddenly ignored the threat between his eyebrows and completely risked his life, kneeling forward to get close to Zhai Huan's body. He opened his mouth and roared: "Zhai Yuewen! Bah!"

The scene was very chaotic, and no one could stop him from going crazy.

"I am your biological brother from the same mother! You ****\u0026amp;amp;%￥... In all these years, with so many brothers, you have only seen him, Zhai Xiaofang, and you are planning and scheming for him even if he is about to die. I...have the ability to let Zhai Xiaofang kill me!"

He knew very well that Zhai Yuewen had murderous intentions.

As long as Zhai Le said "kill" at that time, Zhai Yuewen would really kill their brothers, and no one would be left except Zhai Xiaofang! However, Zhai Le was let go as soon as he begged for mercy. Brothers from the same mother, how could he not know what Zhai Huan was planning.

If you kill him, you will never have trouble again.

If you don't kill him, leave it for Zhai Le to show mercy.

A few of them join forces tonight to force the palace to kill their own brother, and if they take any one of them out, it will kill him a thousand times! With such a handle falling into the hands of Zhai Le, and because Zhai Le saved his life, why don't they spend the rest of their lives working for Zhai Le?

Zhai Huan has painstakingly planned this for Zhai Le.

Zhai Le, this little beast, was even more irritating. He just told them that any one of them who survived could be a stallion to ensure that the big house would continue to be incense. How could he with his strong self-esteem endure this? He is obviously his biological brother, why should he give it to Zhai Le?

"Zhai Yuewen, get up!" He was so angry that he kicked out his shoes, wanting to fly towards Zhai Huan's face.

at last--

The farce ended with him being kicked in the stomach by Zhai Le. "Put on your mourning clothes and kneel in front of my brother's mourning hall to repent!"

Brother Zhai Huan said: "I don't!"

Zhai Le glanced at the young scribe. He didn't want the purity of his brother's mourning hall to be destroyed. The young scribe understood this and raised his hand and said [Stop Speech and Seize Sound], and the world instantly became quiet.

Zhai Lezai carefully arranged Zhai Huan's remains, held his hand that was completely cold, and after a while, he stood up and said to the young scribe: "Excuse me, please keep an eye on them here. I'll go... see my uncle and tell you the news about my brother." tell him……"

My brother killed his master and founded the country, so his uncle lived in seclusion.

He was not happy for his brother to do this.

Looking at the current situation, the country's political power changes frequently. Once a person usurps the throne and establishes a country, he will be promoted from an ordinary family to a royal family. No one knew how long Qu State could exist, but he knew that the day Qu State was destroyed would be the day the Zhai family was liquidated by the new royal family.

Zhai Huan's behavior pushed the Zhai family to the forefront.

However, these sons did not understand. They only saw power and interests. They only saw that if Zhai Huan had no children, his life would be short. Once the throne was passed, he would either adopt their children or pass the position to one of them. He couldn't persuade him, so he had no choice but to turn his head out of sight.

That night, candles were lit in the room until dawn.

When it was just dawn, a familiar scent appeared outside his door, and there was the sound of something moving on the ground.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the messy chessboard.

With a long sigh, he threw the chess piece away.

He covered his face with his hands to block the emotions at the moment. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. After an hour, the door creaked open, and it was not Uncle Zhai Le who came out. Zhai Le, who was dressed in filial piety, looked up and said in shock: "Father..."

Biological father, was he here last night?

The latter explained gently: "He came for the Father Himself."

He took the initiative to be a hostage for his brother.

He knew the plans of the junior Zhai Huan, and he also knew the inner dissatisfaction of his nephews. Sooner or later, conflicts would break out. Some things cannot be stopped, but he and his brother have been together for decades, and if...there are some things he must give each other an explanation.

When Zhai Le heard this, his face instantly turned pale.

His dry and sleepy eyes were stained with tears again.

"If there was something wrong with the cousins ​​last night..."

Zhai Le's father patted his son on the shoulder: "Brother, I won't do anything to you as a father, but as a father, you can't pretend that things never happened."

Just as he finished speaking, a voice came from inside the house.

"Ale, come in."

Zhai Le hesitated and did not dare to move or see the other party. Until the father on one side tapped him with his toes, and said to the room behind him: "Go in, your uncle won't eat you."

It was already bright outside, but the room was still dark. Through the candlelight, which was not very bright, I saw a man sitting in the corner.

This man was the previous head of the Zhai clan and the father of Zhai Huan.

"uncle--"

Zhai Le knelt down straight and apologized.

"What does it look like for a man to kneel down here and there with gold under his knees?" The man put down his hands, with a look of fatigue on his face. He asked hoarsely, "How are your cousins?"

Zhai Le said softly: "Kneel down and keep vigil for my brother."

The man was startled when he heard this, and for a while he murmured sadly and complicatedly: "...The white-haired man gave the black-haired man a gift."

Zhai Huan is his proudest child.

He experienced the feeling of being a father for the first time with this child, watching Zhai Huan grow up from a small group to now.

Zhai Le said: "Uncle, my condolences."

The man shook his head and said: "You know your son better than your father. How can a father not know his son's temperament? He has been mentally prepared for a long time, but you...have you been hurt? Those bastard cousins ​​of yours, I'm afraid they will be provoked by you. A lot of trouble.”

Zhai Le was about to speak but stopped: "Brother before he died..."

The man said: "The throne has been passed on to you, and my uncle knows it."

Zhai Le said tremblingly: "I shouldn't have gotten this."

"But you are your father's only bloodline."

Zhai Le looked at him doubtfully, not understanding the cause and effect.

"Didn't you just say it? Zhizi Mo Ruofu, I know Yue Wen, and I also know a few other bastards. If you didn't win last night, you would have no way to survive. If you are persecuted by any of them, my uncle will give your father an explanation. , in exchange for their lives. Only when this hot potato is in your hands can they survive. You can tolerate them, but they cannot tolerate you."

Zhai Le felt even more ashamed and embarrassed when he heard this, and said softly: "When they roared in the mourning hall, my nephew really had murderous intentions..."

The man caressed the top of his hair: "It is human nature to judge one's deeds but not one's heart. Ah Le, you are a good boy. Others say your brother is calm, but my uncle doesn't think so. You are much better than your brother, no. As willful as he is..."

Zhai Le sniffed: "Brother is the best."

"Those cousins ​​of yours are short-sighted and can only see the power in front of them, but they don't realize that this is a hot potato... You forgive them and take on such a burden. You will have a hard time in the future."

He looked at Zhai Le with loving yet guilty eyes.

After Zhai Le returned, the news of Zhai Huan's death spread to the outside world. A group of courtiers came to mourn. Looking at the Zhai Huan brothers kneeling on the ground, they felt a little puzzled - since Zhai Huan was critically ill, the search for a successor began. , these few wanted to be the "Wang Taidi", secretly wooing the courtiers, and just had their ambitions written on their faces. How could they keep watch at the funeral honestly?

Then think of the bloodstains on the stone path that have not been completely washed away...

I'm afraid last night was not peaceful.

But no matter what, the transfer of power was smooth.

In the last six months of his life, Zhai Huan sent troops to warn the concerned neighbors. There was no external threat for the time being, and the new leader was Zhai Le, who had great military exploits, which was enough to deter him. As long as there is no chaos in the country, it can still be stable for two years.

Zhai Le knelt during the day and handled government affairs at night.

I was a little unskilled at first, but with the help of Zhai Huan's remaining team, I gradually started to get started. Although he sleeps for less than half an hour every day, the courageous warrior's physical strength cannot withstand him, so he holds on and stabilizes his position.

The young scribe looked at Zhai Le, who was much taciturn, and sighed: "My lord is much more stable than the late lord..."

Zhai Huan, a wicked man, doesn't like handling official documents.

Zhai Le was just silent about this.

After the funeral was over and Zhai Huan's coffin was sealed, Zhai Le sent all his cousins ​​home to reflect and were not allowed to go out without orders. Of course, the external rhetoric was that they missed their deceased brother too much and voluntarily requested the order to copy scriptures at home to accumulate virtue for Zhai Huan.

The young scribe smacked his lips: "As expected of brothers."

The same willfulness.

Zhai Huan hopes that Zhai Le can be kind to these cousins, but he has the leverage in his hands, so he can't squeeze them as much as he wants? But Zhai Le obviously had his own ideas. He imprisoned them all and promoted several other Zhai clan members to quell the criticism within the clan.

Zhai Le lowered the corners of his lips: "No one cares about me anymore."

The uncle's family lives next to his parents, and the two elders completely live in seclusion and do nothing. Zhai Le is now the eldest son of the Zhai family.

Zhai Le was officially discharged from mourning on the second anniversary.

But, that’s all for later.

Just before and after Zhai Huan's death, in the northwest corner of the same continent, the original members of the Dragon Slaying Bureau were also fighting to the most brutal extent. The land that has always been dry and rainless has been raining continuously for a while now, with heavy rainstorms coming from time to time.

Wu Xian sat in the simple temporary tent and glanced around, but saw that Zhao Feng's seat was empty: "Where is Dayi?"

Qin Li sighed: "He was not feeling well and took a leave of absence."

At this time, someone heard a cold snort: "Master Qin is sure that he took leave because he was not feeling well, or is he unwilling to come due to resentment?"

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At this juncture, it would be safer to play less games.