"The most successful slave," An Qiuwan smiled, "is to make the slave think that he is not a slave."
An Yuping looked at him blankly, repeating this sentence softly in his heart, and couldn't express the feeling.
"Third," An Qiuwan was silent for a moment and said slowly, "The fall of the Great Qian Dynasty is inevitable. After our An family has established a foothold, we must act in a low-key manner and lay many hidden lines. You must remember that even if the opportunity is ahead, , and don’t fight for the throne, and don’t participate or get involved in the struggle to seize the throne. Historically, the founding emperor’s merit of following the dragon was not so easy to establish.”
An Yuzhi nodded heavily: "Yes."
"If you can truly understand these three points and pass them on to future generations, my family will surely be prosperous and prosperous for hundreds of years and thousands of years, and the spring and autumn will not be extinguished."
His voice was not very loud, neither soft nor serious, but it sounded like the beating of a drum.
The wind outside the window became stronger, and the open window sash was blown away. The dark clouds blocked the moonlight, and the moonlight covered half of the courtyard, and silence filled the whole room.
"Is it Haishi?" An Qiuwan said.
An Yuchi looked outside and said, "It should be close."
"Okay," An Qiuwan said, closing the pages of the book that had been blown open by the evening breeze in front of her, "help my father close the window sash, and you can go back. Don't stand outside until you come in again tomorrow morning."
An Yuping's fingers trembled and he suddenly held An Qiuwan's arm: "Father, what are you going to do? Why do you do this for no reason?"
An Qiuwan frowned and called, "Da Lang."
An Yuzhi came and pulled An Yuping up: "Fourteen."
"The eldest brother is the father," An Qiuwan looked up at An Yuzhi, "In the future, I will be gone, and you must take good care of your fourteenth brother who is still young."
"I am indeed still young," An Yuping's eyes turned red, "So father, you can't just let me go like this! How can you let me go?"
An Qiuwan's brows furrowed even deeper. She stopped talking and said in a hoarse old voice, "Close the window sash and go back."
"I don't!" An Yuping broke away from An Yuzhi, and suddenly he couldn't hold it back. His tears rolled down and he knelt down, "I don't know what happened, but dad, can you let me stay?" Down?"
"Da Lang Er Lang!" An Qiuwan looked angrily, "Why are you so useless!"
An Yuzhi and An Yudao also had red eyes, and they stepped forward and pulled An Yuping out of the door.
An Yuchi came in and closed the window. Before leaving, he paused and bowed respectfully to An Qiuwan: "Good night, father."
"Yes." An Qiuwan nodded lightly and sat in front of the short table, the candlelight making his back stoop.
An Yuping was still crying outside, kneeling and paralyzed on the ground.
An Yuzhi closed the door, and An Yudao took him away. His crying could be heard from a distance.
The room became quiet, and An Qiuwan sat down, silently reviewing his life. From being a young man on the battlefield to rising to great heights relying on the power of the An family after entering the court, his life was really smooth.
However, he is not happy.
Gradually, he saw clearly the world, and his youthful spirit was gradually smoothed away. It felt like standing on a cliff, facing a long and heavy night. He had tried to resist, but it was useless, the night Staring at him, if you don't want to fall off the cliff and be shattered to pieces, you have to blend into the dark night and stare with it at those who are still in the light.
A sigh.
An Qiuwan stood up, his legs were numb after sitting for a long time. He staggered, and once again deeply felt his aging.
From the small drawer on the far right of Duobao Pavilion, he took out a small white porcelain bottle. The cold porcelain bottle was very comfortable to hold in his hand.
He sat down behind the desk on the other side, glanced at the books he usually read, and fiddled with his favorite pen stand and inkstone.
"I have dealt with you more than my sons," An Qiuwan said, looking at all the items on the case. "I have enjoyed all my glory and wealth in my life, and I have no regrets."
He opened the bottle, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.
Very bitter, very astringent and very unpleasant.
An Qiuwan endured the discomfort, put the bottle away, got up and walked to the bed.
The medicine was effective for at least half an hour, giving him enough time to die with dignity.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.
An Qiu had a late meal and turned around.
There was a soft "squeak" and the door was opened a small crack.
A thin and tidy girl stepped over the threshold and came in, holding a big gourd in her hand. She looked up at An Qiuwan and closed the door behind her with her right hand.
The girl was born elegant and smart, with bright eyes. Looking at her calmly, An Qiuwan didn't know what to do for a moment.
"Ah Li." An Qiuwan said.
Xia Zhaoyi walked over and said calmly: "My surname is Xia."
An Qiuwan paused, then suddenly smiled and said, "No wonder, no wonder, which branch are you from, or are you an illegitimate child?"
"Have you taken the medicine?" Xia Zhaoyi looked at him.
"Yes, you came just in time to watch me die." An Qiuwan said with a faint smile.
"It's just right," Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "I was here earlier. If you don't take the medicine, I won't come out."
"oh?"
"Come," Xia Zhaoyi handed the gourd in his hand, "Taifu An, drink it."
An Qiuwan lowered his eyes and laughed.
"I know what kind of medicine you drank, but do you know what this is?" Xia Zhaoyi said, "It's urine. The owner of this urine is outside. If you don't drink it, I will ask them to come and force-feed you."
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An Qiuwan's face turned ugly and she looked at her coldly.
"Are you angry?" Xia Zhaoyi also laughed, "I heard that my second uncle Xia Wenliang was tortured in prison. Some people couldn't bear to see his misery and gave him heart-breaking poison from outside. You also used this
The method was to force him to vomit it out."
"Are you Xia Wenshan's illegitimate daughter?"
"Drink," Xia Zhaoyi looked at him, "I only counted to three."
An Qiuwan clenched his fists, suddenly raised his feet, and punched her. After she avoided it, he turned around to get the sword hanging on the wall, but the girl's figure was extremely fast, and she came in a flash.
He pulled out half of the sword and pressed it back, making a buzzing sound.
At this moment, the door was opened again, and two tall men who had been silently counting down the time rushed in from the outside, turned around and closed the door.
"Old thief!" Zhi Changle shouted, rushing to grab the sword.
When Pang Yi passed by, he took the gourd from Xia Zhaoyi's hand, stepped forward, stopped An Qiuwan who was about to turn around, and pinched his cheeks.
At the same time, the thumb of the other hand flicked open the gourd cover, and the gourd mouth faced his white-bearded mouth, and he poured in forcefully.
"Ugh, uh, uh, uh, uh..."
An Qiuwan struggled painfully. She had never been so humiliated in her life. She was vomiting and being force-fed at the same time.
He tried hard to make a sound, but it was useless. Everyone in his huge mansion was taken away. The housekeeper who was standing outside the compound collapsed on the cold cobblestones in winter.
