466: The Death of Yan Xingning (Part 2) [Happy 1st Anniversary]
"Don't you know the answer best?"
Yan'an raised his sword and approached step by step. Blood belonging to Zheng Qiao 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? Isn't all this forced? You and your father, my good master, who have been foolishly loyal all their lives, have ruined my life.
A lifetime! I have reached that point, and I still have the extravagant hope of 'reforming' and 'turning back' to such a stupid and disgusting scum! Why should I scream and kill him when he gets there!"
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 alive now? Everyone, including you, Yan Xingning, blames all the mistakes on me."
On my body! Why!”
Under the trend of anger, he overcame the fear of death, stood up staggeringly, pointed at the palace and said: "I am a tyrant who deserves to be cut to pieces. What is he? You feasted on Xingning and his son and made him your king. Is that okay?"
Have you ever had the thought of regicide?"
"You keep saying you will help me——"
"Many civil and military officials praise you. How noble are you?"
"How have you ever treated me like this?"
"Am I your king, your junior brother, or am I a stepping stone for you to practice morality? A martyr sacrifice!"
The vents and questions filled with resentment made Yan'an pause, and the hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.
Zheng Qiao will naturally not miss it.
His voice was hoarse and his words were choked with sobs.
"I'm just paying back the humiliation I suffered in the past bit by bit! This is called blood debt! It's justified! What a classmate and friend! What a refined gentleman! What kind of benevolence and morality! It was me who was trampled by that wild boar! I was destroyed by him!
It’s me who has a future! Yan Xingning, let me ask you what did I do wrong? Why should I be humiliated? Why should I be criticized for being sycophantic!"
His eyes were red, and those loving eyes concealed countless fragile pains, but he still managed not to shed tears: "Do I deserve to be insulted, despised, spurned, and trampled on?"
Yan'an couldn't hold back her initial indifference.
But inside I was extremely disappointed.
He said: "That matter was not your fault."
Zheng Qiao thought Yanan was 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 a sincere statement.
I swear, even if I can't stand at the highest place in this life, I can't rot and stink in the mire! Therefore, I need power, I need to stand higher, I need to be strong enough to make the world fearful and surrender! Senior brother, I don't ask you.
If you can understand me, I don’t ask you to put down your sword, but——”
Not finished yet.
But Yanan saw the sword he had put down and raised it firmly again.
"Acho."
This was Zheng Qiao's nickname before he had a proper character.
The only people in the world who would call him like this are his mother-in-law who has been dead for many years, his mentor who was buried in the loess, and his senior brother Yan'an who looked after him like a brother and a father. The moment he heard the name, the blood on his cheeks surged with strong emotions.
Brush it off.
"Don't be afraid."
Yanan 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 failed to bring you back to the right path, so now you are still arrogant and arrogant, blaming yourself for your own mistakes. This is my brother's fault. My brother is incompetent and cannot teach you well."
Yan'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 a trace of hesitation. In Zheng Qiao's shocked eyes, the cold sword pierced his chest.
"This matter can't help you anymore!"
"Brothers... are fighting against each other, killing each other... it is not my wish to kill, but the matter has come to this - I cannot allow you to stay in this world any longer as a brother, harming more innocent creatures, and only increasing the number of killings!"
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 his 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... because the brotherhood will block it for you, this time, this time
I will definitely protect you... until the world is peaceful..."
"You and I...brothers..."
"Come back to the human world again..."
When he was dying, he seemed to see his two closest relatives who could never make up for each other even though they had been married for generations.
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, suffered enough from the chaos of the world, and saw too many joys and sorrows created by the world.
This is the only gift he can give his daughter.
Zheng Qiao sat down and lowered his head.
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】
It wasn't until Yan'an lost all hope that Zheng Qiao, who had been holding back for a long time, slowly raised his head, his blood-stained face full of ridicule.
This space was 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.
"Lord of the country!"
"Lord of the country!"
Zheng Qiao raised his hand and looked at the source of the sound.
A blur of lantern light approached him.
He lost too much blood and his consciousness was somewhat blurred.
But as Wen Xin and Guo Xi came "on line", this injury was not fatal. He mobilized the Dan family's Wen Qi, forced himself to pretend to be unharmed, and pushed Yan'an away with one hand.
As Yan'an's body fell to the ground, he could see 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 and thin, leaving only one
Sub-skeleton.
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.
Throw it 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 and I! A junior brother who is reviled by thousands of people and trampled by thousands of people.
, Not only is his brain rebellious and he is born bad, but his heart is also rebellious... Haha... Hahaha..." He laughed wildly, his eyes turning scarlet red.
This laughter sounded like a ghost in everyone's ears.
The chamberlain, Gong'e, knelt on the ground, not daring to look up at him. It wasn't until Zheng Qiao had laughed enough that he raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears that came from the corners of his eyes. He staggered and swayed, and looked up at the people nearby. This was
There is an abandoned side hall in the palace.
"The country, the country's lord..."
One of the chamberlains had the courage to speak out.
"How to deal with this traitor who assassinated you?"
The air is silent.
Everyone held their breath and waited for Zheng Qiao's instructions, their chests beating so fast that they almost jumped out of their throats. They actually let the rebels under their noses, and almost succeeded in assassinating them. 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 cold sweats 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!
It's all betrayal to say the least!
What Zheng Qiao cannot tolerate most is betrayal!
"Send someone to capture his wife, daughter, and relatives."
He knew that Yan An had other thoughts when going down the mountain, and he also knew that this senior brother was a perfect scribe, and that his persistence in morality could not be shaken by a little worldly friendship. The other party was a complete martyr, and sooner or later he would point the sword at him.
Although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't forgive Yan Xingning's outright betrayal when it actually happened.
The person who betrayed him——
It’s time to see what will happen if you do this!
The chamberlain said tremblingly: "Wei."
Zheng Qiao was alone, wearing a blood-stained red dress, and returned to the palace step by step. Before he could collect his thoughts, he received the second news - the whereabouts of Yan'an's wife and daughter were unknown, most likely under Yan'an's control
Escape in advance.
"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 waiter 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.
Hehehehe.
Two betrayals in one night!
One is his senior brother.
One is the "self" he puts his trust in.
The already violent Wenqi almost turned into a hurricane that destroyed everything. The guards guarding the palace looked at each other.
They all saw the panic in each other's eyes.
Their king...
Even crazier.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
(??w ??)?
The bento is warmed up and large chicken drumsticks are added.
ps: Yan'an's death ending here has something to do with his perfect way of being a scribe. 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 money boss...
Yan Xingning is different, he lives his life.
pps: Although Yan Xingning is offline, Wu You can still appear in a few chapters, which is also the most critical part of the layout.
ppps: Send a chicken drumstick bento to Wuyou later.
