"Don't you know the answer best?"

Yan Ant touched his sword step by step, and the blood belonging to Zheng Qiao fell down along the sword's edge, splashing blood flowers on the ground.

Zheng Qiao tried hard to avoid it.

The collapse and ferociousness flashed across his face: "I know? What do I know? Are all this forced? You and your father, my good master, and a foolish and loyal person who have been ruining my whole life! They have all the same level, and they still have the luxury of "reforming the heart" and "a prodigal son to turn back" for such a stupid and disgusting scum! Why do I shout and kill when I arrive!"

Zheng Qiao asked Yan An with great silence: "What he did is not a thousand times more wrong than my mistakes? Why can we survive now? Everyone - including you, Yan Xingning, push all the mistakes on me! Why!"

Under the trend of anger, he defeated the fear of death, staggered and stood up and pointed at the palace and said, "I am a tyrant who deserves to be cut into pieces. What is he? You, your father and son of Yan Xingning, have you ever thought of killing a monarch?"

"You keep saying helping me-"

"All the civil and military officials in the court praised you, how noble are you?"

"How did you treat me like this?"

"Am I your lord, your junior brother, or your stepping stone for your Yan Xingning to practice morality! A sacrifice for martyrdom!"

The venting and questioning that Shengsheng was deeply resentful made Yan An stop and his hands holding the sword tremble uncontrollably.

Zheng Qiao will naturally not miss it.

Hoarse and choked with sobs.

"I just returned the humiliation I suffered back then little by little! This is called blood debt and blood repayment! This is called natural! What kind of classmates and friends! What kind of gentleman! What kind of benevolence and morality! It is me who was trampled on by the wild boar! It is me who destroyed the future by him! Yan Xingning, I asked you what I did wrong? Why am I humiliated! Why are I criticized for being a favoritism!"

His eyes were red, and those affectionate eyes concealed countless fragile pains, but he still forced himself to cry: "Do I deserve to be insulted, despised, despised, and trampled?"

Yan An couldn't hold back his initial indifference.

But I was extremely disappointed.

He said, "That thing is not your fault."

Zheng Qiao thought Yan'an was moved.

"Senior brother, I just don't want to be influenced by anyone else's life! I've tasted so lowly that anyone can step on it. I've tasted enough!" He pointed at the sky and said excitedly, "That day, I made a swearing with my heart. Even if I can't stand at the highest point in this life, I can't rot in the quagmire! Therefore, I need power, stand higher, and be strong so that the world is afraid and afraid to surrender! Senior brother, I don't ask you to understand me, nor do I ask you to put down your sword, but--"

The words are not finished.

But he saw the sword that Yan An put down was raised firmly again.

"Ajo."

This is the nickname before Zheng Qiao took the name.

The only ones who would call him this in the world were the mother who had died for many years, the mentor who had buried in the loess, and the senior brother who Ru brother and father took care of him. The moment he heard the name, the blood on his cheeks was faded away due to strong emotions.

"Don't be afraid."

Yan'an used the tone of coaxing his daughter.

"Diet not to be scary."

The sword tip approached the junior brother who was forced into a dead corner.

"For my brother, I failed my father's dying instructions and did not turn you back to the right path, so that you still speak cleverly and shirk your own faults. This is for my brother's fault. I am incompetent and have no way to teach you."

Yan An's voice was weak, with large pieces of blood on his body, and his appearance was aging rapidly, but his actions were neat and decisive without any hesitation. In Zheng Qiao's shocked eyes, the cold sword pierced his chest with a sword.

"This matter can no longer be used to you!"

"Brothers... fight against each other and kill each other... I am not my wish, but things have come to this point - I must never leave you in this world anymore, harming more innocent creatures, and only killing evil!"

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 chuckled like a relief in his ears: "When I get out of the Yellow Spring, no matter how many... the evil spirits and evil spirits are looking for you to seek life, wanting to pay for your blood debts and blood... I will block you for you this time, this time I will definitely protect you... Waiting for peace in the sun..."

"You and I... brothers..."

"Let's go to the world again..."

On his deathbed, he seemed to see his two close relatives who could not make up for one or two of them.

Yan An had regrets, regretting that he could not see his wife as old as a woman, and regretting that he could not see her daughter growing up and getting married and starting a business, but he did not regret it either.

At least this game will save you from a disaster.

He was born in the turbulent wars, suffered enough of the suffering of troubled times, and also saw many joys and sorrows created by the world.

This is the only gift he can give to his daughter.

Zheng Qiao fell and lowered her head.

The left chest and heart were pierced by a sharp sword, as if vitality was pouring out from this body...

Haha, read that right.

【as if】

It was not until Yan An's life was cut off that Zheng Qiao, who had endured for a long time, slowly raised his head, his blood-stained face was full of ridicule.

This space is supported by Yan An. As he passed away, the already shaky illusion accelerated and blurred, and finally...

The messy footsteps became clearer and clearer, and I hurriedly looked for Zheng Qiao's guards, palace maids and eunuchs.

"Lord!"

"Lord!"

Zheng Qiao raised her hand and looked at the source of the sound.

A fuzzy lantern light approached him.

Due to too much blood loss, his consciousness was also a little blurred.

But with the "relaxation" of Wen Xin and Guoxi, this injury was not enough to kill him. He mobilized the literary spirit of the Danfu, forced himself to pretend to be unobstructed, and pushed Yan'an with one hand.

As Yan An's body fell to the ground, he saw clearly what the senior brother looked like now. At this moment, Yan An was so old that he was originally handsome that he had been replaced by countless soft folds. He was hunched over and was so thin that he was only a skeleton left.

It is hard to imagine that this old man who was so old that he was about to lie in the coffin was an unparalleled scholar who was once famous in Xin Kingdom.

Zheng Qiao sneered coldly.

He raised his hand and pulled out the sword inserted into his chest.

Thrown near Yan'an's body.

Under the panic and fearful eyes of the people in the palace, he murmured in the air: "Senior Brother, I miss you, haven't walked away yet, hahaha... I'm afraid you won't even think of it even if you die - your junior brother, me! The junior brother who is cursed by thousands of people and trampled by thousands of people is not only a brain that is rebellious, but is born with a bad embryo, but even this human heart is rebellious... Haha... Hahaha..." He laughed wildly, his eyes were scarlet.

This laughter was better than a ghost when it came to everyone's ears.

The eunuch and the palace guard knelt all over the ground, not daring to look up at him. It was not until Zheng Qiao laughed enough that he raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He staggered and looked up at the nearby appearance. This was a deserted side palace in the palace.

"Nation, king..."

An eunuch plucked up his courage to speak out.

"How to deal with this thief who assassinated you?"

The air is silent.

Everyone held their breath and waited for Zheng Qiao's instructions, their chest and heartbeat were so fast that they almost jumped out of their throats. They actually let the thief almost succeed under their noses. If the violent master wanted to settle the matter, everyone in the palace would have to fall to the ground.

Only by taking the opportunity to show loyalty can there be a glimmer of hope.

After only a few breaths, they were scared into cold sweat in the cold winter weather.

finally--

The eunuch heard Zheng Qiao's unintentional voice coming from above.

"Chop it, feed the dog."

betray!

It’s all betrayal!

What Zheng Qiao cannot tolerate the most is betrayal!

"Send someone to capture his wife, daughter, relatives."

He knew that Yan An had other thoughts down the mountain, and he also knew that this senior brother, the scholar's way was perfect, and that the spirit of insisting on morality was not shaken by the secular friendship. The other party was a complete martyr and would sooner or later look at him.

Although he was mentally prepared, he still could not forgive Yan Xingning's complete betrayal when it really happened.

The one who betrayed him—

Everyone should see what the outcome will be!

The eunuch said tremblingly: "Yi."

Zheng Qiao returned to the bedroom step by step alone, wearing a red dress stained with blood. Before she could sort out her thoughts, she received the second news - Yan An's whereabouts were unknown, and most of them escaped in advance under Yan An's operation.

"How can they escape?"

There are people everywhere watching the movements of Yan'an's family.

The eunuch who came to inform him was hesitant.

"Say!" Zheng Qiaoli shouted.

The eunuch finally revealed the truth.

Yan An’s wife and daughter took Zheng Qiao’s token and went out openly because the person escorted them...

The eunuch dared not continue to talk.

Zheng Qiao guessed something, and her face turned from white to black.

Finally, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a wow sound.

Hohohohoho.

Two betrayals within one night!

One is his senior brother.

One is his "self" whom he devotes his trust.

The already violent literary spirit almost turned into a hurricane that destroyed everything, and the guards guarding the palace looked at each other.

They all saw the horror in each other's eyes.

Their king...

Even more crazier.

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The bento was hot and there were also big chicken legs.

PS: Yan'an's fate is a sure ending, and it has something to do with his perfect literati. The most important thing is that before assassinating Zheng Qiao, he actually couldn't live for a few months. As for why...

The mysterious scribe is a krypton gold boss...

Yan Xingning is different, he is kryptonished.

PPS: Although Yan Xingning has stepped down, Wu You can still play for a few chapters, which is also the most critical part of the layout.
Chapter completed!