Chapter 764 Chapter 764: Deadly Reconciliation (Part 1) [Request for monthly votes]
In the impression of young scholars, Zhai Le is a decisive, brave and fearless general. He is young but calm in his actions, and occasionally relies 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: [Love to cry? 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 scribes: [……]
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 he doesn't cry as much as a child, which is annoying.
The chamberlain Gong'e knelt on the ground, sobbing 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 and put it on Zhai Le's shoulders, saying softly: "My lord, please show your condolences and take care of yourself."
Zhai Le looked down at the filial piety clothes on his shoulders.
He said hoarsely: "Brother has been preparing for a long time..."
The young scribe said: "I have been preparing for a while."
This is so that when he dies, Zhai Le will not He was in a hurry, and Zhai Le didn't know this at all before.
Zhai Le took off the filial piety clothes of Dagong and said: "Bring me the beheading."
Both the beheading and the great gong are 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 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." "
What 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 waiter: "Go and get the comb."
He wanted to help his brother sort out his remains with his own hands.
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. Can't do it "Why, now that he is dead, you can't wait to kill us to avoid future troubles?"
The other concubines thought they had escaped, but when they saw Zhai Le's posture, they just landed. The big stone suddenly lifted to my throat.
Zhai Le's eyes were cold and no longer as clear as before.
"If it weren't for tonight, brother would not die..."
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." Can't you be more fake? After all, Zhai Yuewen won't suddenly pretend to be dead. I have seen your despicable and hypocritical side. You have been a child for so many years, and all the hardships have paid off!” Bai: "If you hadn't been here tonight, I would never have I will let you out alive. As long as one of you is not here..."
Brother Zhai Huan asked: "What do you mean?"
Zhai Le murmured expressionlessly: "It has to be. Let one of you survive and continue the lineage of Dafang, uncle for a hundred years Later, a filial son broke the basin... You should be lucky for this!"
Brother Zhai Huan clenched his back molars. He didn't know what Zhai Le said that touched his bottom line. He suddenly ignored the person he was facing. Threatening, as if he was completely willing to fight for it, he walked forward on his knees to get close to Zhai Huan's body. Opening his mouth and roaring: "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 ***&%￥... In so many years, with so many brothers, you have only seen him, Zhai Xiaofang, and you are going to die." Plan for him, plot against me...if you 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, you will never have trouble again.
If you don't want to kill him, leave it for Zhai Le to show mercy.
Tonight, they join forces to force the palace to kill their own brother. If they kill any one of them, it will kill him a thousand times! With such a handle falling into Zhai Le's hands, 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, is even more irritating. What he said is just to tell them that any one of them who survives can be a stallion to ensure that the incest in the big house continues. 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.
Finally——
The farce ended with him being kicked in the stomach by Zhai Le. "Wear 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 his brother The purity of the mourning hall was 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 you." Uncle, tell him the news about his brother..."
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 country usurps the throne, it 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 Zhai 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.
At 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.
Hitting 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..." His biological father, was he here last night?
The latter explained gently: "I came here for my father."
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.
Zhai Le's face instantly turned pale when he heard this.
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 don't care about being a father, but being a father can't take it lightly. It happened."
Just after finishing speaking, a voice came from 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 rushed into the room behind him and said, "Go in, your uncle won't eat you."
It was already bright outside, but the room was still dark. Under the bright candlelight, I saw a man sitting in the corner.
This man is 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, "What happened to your cousins?"
Zhai Le said softly: " Kneeling to keep vigil for my brother."
The man was startled when he heard this, and murmured sadly and complicatedly for a while: "...The white-haired man sent the black-haired man."
Zhai Huan is his proudest child.
He experienced the feeling of being a father for the first time in 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: "There is no better way to know a son than a father. How can a father not know his son's temperament? I have been mentally prepared for a long time, but you...have you been hurt? ? Those bastard cousins of yours, I’m afraid they’re in trouble with you. A lot of trouble."
Zhai Le hesitated: "Before my brother died..."
The man said: "I passed the throne to you, uncle knows."
< br>Zhai Le said with a trembling voice: "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 I just say it? Zhizi Mo Ruofu, I know Yuewen, 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, uncle You must give your father an explanation and pay for it with your life. Only if this hot potato is in your hands can they survive. You can tolerate them, but they cannot tolerate you."
Zhai Le was even more ashamed and embarrassed when he heard this, and said softly: "When they roared in the mourning hall, my nephew really had the intention to kill..."
The man gently stroked the top of his hair: "It is human nature to judge deeds. Regardless of your heart. Ah Le, others say that your brother is calm, but my uncle doesn’t think so. You are much better than your brother, and you are not as willful as him..."
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 know that this is a hot potato... You forgive me?" It will be hard for them to take on such a burden."
He looked at Zhai Le with both kindness and guilt.
After Zhai Le returned, the news of Zhai Huan's death spread to the outside world. A group of courtiers came to cry. Looking at the Zhai Huan brothers kneeling on the ground, they felt a little puzzled - since Zhai Huan When he was critically ill, he began to look for successors. These few wanted to be the "Wang's younger brother" and secretly wooed the courtiers. They only had their ambitions written on their faces. How could they keep watch at the funeral honestly?
Think of the bloodstains on the stone path that have not been thoroughly cleaned...
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 all the concerned neighbors nearby. There was no external threat for the time being, and the new leader of the country 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 kneels during the day and handles 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 the taciturn Zhai Le and sighed: "My Lord is much more stable than the First Lord..."
Zhai Huan, a wicked man, doesn't like to deal with 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 on themselves 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 will be kind to these cousins. He has the handle in his hand, but 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."
My uncle's family lives next to his parents, and the two elders completely live in seclusion and do nothing. Zhai Le is now the Zhai family's Boss.
Zhai Le was not formally discharged until the second anniversary of his mourning.
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 is not feeling well, please tell me "
At this time, someone heard a cold snort: "Mr. Qin is sure that he is not feeling well and has taken leave, or is he unwilling to come due to resentment?"
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At this juncture, it is safer to play less.
(End of this chapter)