Chapter 466 466: The Death of Yan Xingning (Part 2) [Happy First Anniversary]
“Aren’t you the clearest answer to this answer?”
Yan An raised his sword and approached step by step. It belonged to Zheng Qiao's blood dripped down the blade of the sword, splashing blood flowers on the ground.
Zheng Qiao tried his best to avoid it.
A flood of collapse and ferocity flashed across his face: "I know? What do I know? Aren't all of this forced? You and your father, my good master, will be loyal to you forever. People have ruined my life! Why would I want to repay such a stupid and disgusting scum with the hope of "reforming" and "turning back the prodigal son"! ”
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Zheng Qiao asked Yan An in a hoarse voice: "What he did was not a thousand times more wrong than mine? Why is he still lingering now? Everyone - including Yan Yan Xingning, blames all the mistakes on me. On my body! Why!”
Under the trend of anger, he defeated the fear of death, stood up and pointed at the temple: “I He is a tyrant who deserves to be cut to pieces. What is he? You, Xingning and his son, have considered him king, but have you ever had the thought of regicide?”
“You keep saying that you will help me——”
“Many civil and military officials praised you, how noble are you?”
“How could you ever treat me like this?”
"Am I your king, your junior brother, or am I a stepping stone for Yan Xingning to practice morality! A martyrdom sacrifice!"
The venting and questioning of complaints that penetrated the bone marrow made Yan Xingning pause. Next, the hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.
Zheng Qiao will naturally not miss it.
My voice was hoarse and my words were choked with sobs.
"I am just paying back the humiliation I suffered in the past bit by bit! This is called blood debt and blood repayment! This is called natural justice! What a classmate and friend! What a refined gentleman! What kind of benevolence and morality! Those who were trampled wantonly by that wild boar It’s me! It’s me who’s ruined my future! Yan Xingning, let me ask you what I did wrong! Why should I be criticized?”
His eyes were red, and those loving eyes concealed numerous fragile and hurtful things, but he still managed not to shed tears: "Do I deserve to be insulted, despised, spurned, and trampled on?"
Yan'an I couldn't hold back my initial indifference.
But I was extremely disappointed inside.
He said: "That matter was not your fault."
Zheng Qiao thought Yanan was being persuaded.
"Senior brother, I just don't want to be controlled by anyone in my life! I've had enough of being so mean that anyone can step on me!" He pointed to the sky and said excitedly, "That day, I made it with a sincere heart. Poisonous oath, even if I cannot stand at the highest point in this life, I will still I can’t rot and stink in the quagmire! Therefore, I need power, I need to stand higher, I need to be strong enough to make the world fearful and surrender! Brother, I don’t ask you to understand me, nor do I ask you to put down your sword. ——”
The words are not finished yet.
Unexpectedly, Yanan lowered his sword and raised it firmly again.
“Ah Qiao.”
This was Zheng Qiao’s nickname before he even took the nickname.
The only people in the world who would call him this were his mother and concubine who had been dead for many years, his mentor who was buried in the loess, and his senior brother Yanan who took care of him like a brother and a father. The moment he heard the name, the blood that flushed to his cheeks due to strong emotions faded away.
“Don’t be afraid.”
Yan An used his usual tone of coaxing his daughter.
"Death is not terrible."
The tip of the sword approached the junior brother who was forced into a blind corner.
"My brother failed to fulfill my father's last instructions and did not turn you back to the right path. Now you are still arrogant and blaming yourself for your mistakes. This is my brother's fault. My brother is incompetent and cannot teach you well."
Banquet An's voice was weak, there were large areas of blood on his body, and his appearance was aging rapidly, but his attack was swift and decisive, without any hesitation. In Zheng Qiao's shocked eyes, the cold sword pierced his chest.
“This matter can’t stand up to you anymore!”
“Brothers... are fighting each other, killing each other... killing is not my wish, but the matter has come to this - I can’t do it for my brother. If you stay in this world any longer, you will harm more innocent creatures and increase the number of crimes committed!"
Zheng Qiao didn't listen to what he said at all.
He just lowered his head slightly and looked at the pierced chest.
Yan An's chuckle, as if relieved, came to my ears: "After staying in hell, no matter how many... the evil ghosts come to you to claim your life, and want to pay with blood... I will protect you for the brotherhood." , this time, this time I will definitely protect you... until the world is peaceful ..."
"You and me...brothers..."
"Come back to the human world again..."
On my deathbed, I seemed to have seen him knotting grass for generations. No ring can make up for two close relatives who are one or two.
Yan'an has regrets, regrets that he will not be able to see his wife grow old, regret that he will not be able to see his daughter grow up and start a family, but he does not regret it either.
At least this game can avoid a life-threatening situation.
He was born in the flames of war, has suffered enough from the chaos of the world, and has seen too many joys and sorrows created by the world.
This is the only gift he can give to his daughter.
Zheng Qiao sat down, head lowered.
The left chest and heart were pierced front and back by a sharp sword, as if life was pouring out from this body...
Haha, you read that right.
[As if]
Until Yanan lost all hope, Zheng Qiao, who had been holding back for a long time, slowly raised his head, his blood-stained face full of ridicule.
This space is supported by Yan'an. With his death, the shaky illusion accelerated and blurred, and finally...
The sound of messy footsteps became clearer and clearer. They were the guards, palace maids and chamberlains who were hurriedly looking for Zheng Qiao.
"The King!"
"The King!"
Zheng Qiao raised his hand and looked at the source of the sound.
A blur of lantern light approached him. Due to too much blood loss, his consciousness was also somewhat blurred.
But with Wen Xin and Guo Xi coming "on line", this injury may prove fatal. He mobilized the Dan family's literary spirit, forced himself to pretend to be okay, and pushed Yan'an away with one hand.
As Yan'an's body fell to the ground, he saw clearly what his senior brother looked like now - Yan'an was extremely old at this moment, and his original handsome face was replaced by countless soft folds, and his body was stooped. He was so thin that only a skeleton remained.
It is hard to imagine that this old man who is so old that he is about to lie in a coffin is actually an unparalleled scribe who was once famous in the Xin Kingdom.
Zheng Qiao snorted coldly.
He raised his hand and pulled out the sword stuck in his chest.
Thrown near Yan'an's body.
Under the panicked and fearful eyes of everyone in the palace, he murmured into the air: "Senior brother, I hope you haven't gone far yet, hahaha... I'm afraid you will never think of it - your junior brother, me! Thousands of people reviled me. , The junior brother who has been trampled by thousands of people is not only rebellious in his brain, he is born bad, even his heart is rebellious... Haha... Hahaha..." He laughed wildly, his eyes were scarlet red.
This laughter fell in everyone's ears like a ghost.
The house guard Gong E knelt on the ground, not daring to look up at him. It was not until Zheng Qiao had laughed enough that she raised her sleeves to wipe away the tears that welled up in the corners of her eyes. He staggered and swayed, raised his head and glanced at the nearby appearance. This was an abandoned side hall of the palace.
"The Lord of the country..."
One of the servants had the courage to speak out.
"How to deal with this traitor who assassinated you?"
The air was silent.
Everyone held their breath and waited for Zheng Qiao's instructions, their hearts beating so fast that they almost jumped out of their throats. They actually let the rebels stand under their noses and almost succeeded in assassinating him. If the tyrant wanted to liquidate him, everyone in the palace would be dead.
Only by taking the opportunity to show loyalty can there be a chance of survival.
In just a few breaths, they actually broke into a cold sweat in the cold winter weather.
Finally——
The waiter heard Zheng Qiao’s indifferent voice coming from above.
“Chop it and feed it to the dog.”
betray!
To say breaking the sky is betrayal!
What Zheng Qiao cannot tolerate most is betrayal!
"Send someone to arrest his wife, daughter and relatives."
He knew that Yanan had other thoughts when he went down the mountain, and he also knew that this senior brother was a perfect scholar and a righteous person. Unless that earthly friendship can shake him, the other party is a complete martyr, and sooner or later he will turn the sword on himself.
Although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't forgive Yan Xingning's outright betrayal when it actually happened.
Those who betrayed him——
It’s time to see what will happen if you do this!
The chamberlain said tremblingly: "Wei."
Zheng Qiao returned to the palace step by step, alone, wearing a red dress stained with blood. Before I had time to collect my thoughts, I received the second news - Yan'an's wife and daughter were missing, and they probably escaped early under Yan'an's manipulation.
"How could they escape?"
There were people everywhere watching the Yanan family.
The chamberlain who came to inform him hesitated.
“Say!” Zheng Qiao shouted.
The chamberlain finally revealed the truth.
Yan'an's wife and daughter took Zheng Qiao's token and went out openly. Because the person escorting them was...
The chamberlain did not dare to continue.
Zheng Qiao guessed something and her face turned from white to black.
Finally, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Hehehe.
Two betrayals in one night!
One is his senior brother.
One is the "self" he puts his trust in.
The already violent Wen Qi almost turned into a hurricane that destroyed everything. The guards guarding the palace looked at each other.
Both saw the panic in each other's eyes.
Their king...
is even more crazy.
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The bento is hot and large chicken drumsticks are added.
PS: Yan'an's death ending here has something to do with his perfecting the way of being a scribe. The most important thing is that before the assassination of Zheng Qiao, he actually could not live for a few months. As for why...
The mysterious scribe is a man who spends money...
Yan Xingning is different, he spends his life.
PPS: Although Yan Xingning is offline, Wuyou can still appear in a few chapters, which is also the most critical part of the layout.
PPPS: Send a chicken drumstick lunch to Wuyou later.
(End of this chapter)