In the impression of young scholars, Zhai Le was a decisive, brave and fearless general. He was young but calm in his actions, and occasionally relied on his elder brother. However, when Zhai Huan knew his impression of Zhai Le, he added with a smile: [Calm...
...Sigh, those are all for outsiders to see. This kid A Le is soft-hearted and 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 and endured the demonic sound filling his ears. The wicked man put his hands in his sleeves and said, "Cry like this."
Young scribes: [……]
He retracted his 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 thought to himself that what Zhai Huan said was not entirely correct. Zhai Le still made progress.
Yes, it’s annoying to cry without a child.
The chambermaid, Gong'e, knelt on the ground and sobbed softly.
Zhai Huan's confidants also wiped away tears.
Zhai Le didn't care what other people thought of him. He kept crying until he hiccupped and his throat spasmed before he could stop it. Seeing that his mood had stabilized a little, the young scribe took a piece of great work, put it on Zhai Le's shoulders, and said softly: "Please, my lord, please
My condolences and take care.”
Zhai Le looked down at the mourning clothes on his shoulders.
He said hoarsely: "Brother has already prepared it..."
The young scribe said: "I have been preparing for a while."
This was so that Zhai Le would not be in a hurry when he died, and Zhai Le had no idea about this before.
Zhai Le took off his filial piety clothes and said, "Bring me the chopper."
Both zhanzi and dagong are filial piety observances. The latter is mourning for cousins, while the former is the heaviest of the five filial observances.
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 scribes is sincerity.
"The First Master is very happy."
Those who didn't know better thought that Zhai Huan was preparing for the funeral of his enemy. Young scribes had never seen anyone as indifferent to life and death as he was.
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... forget it.
He regretted it."
What my brother regrets most is the death of his wife.
The corners of the young scribe's mouth twitched slightly.
He never thought that Zhai Huan, a wicked ghost, could have such an emotional side. However, if you can live as you please and act as you please, your trip to this world is not in vain. Zhai Le said to the chamberlain: "
Go get the comb."
He wanted to personally help his brother sort out his remains.
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 long-term kneeling position made his legs weak. The young scribe reached out to help, Zhai Le turned the pill
The manor returned to normal after a while. He raised his hand to grab 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 could drip water, and he used himself to save others.
He didn't think he could live, so he spoke in a yin and yang manner, saying that he wanted to die: "Zhai Xiaofang, when Zhai Yuewen was alive, you chanted and beat him, and kept saying that you couldn't do it. Why, now that he is dead, you can't wait any longer.
, want to kill us to avoid future troubles?"
The other concubines thought they had escaped disaster, but when they saw Zhai Le's posture, the big stone that had just fallen to the ground suddenly lifted up in their throats.
Zhai Le's eyes were cold and gloomy, no longer as clear as before.
"If it weren't for tonight, brother wouldn't have died..."
Zhai Huan's younger brother sneered: "If he hadn't been forced to conceive, 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 have opened up the sky and spoken out! There is no need at this moment."
Are you being more hypocritical? After all, Zhai Yuewen will not suddenly pretend to see your despicable and hypocritical side. You have been a child for so many years, and you have suffered all the hardships!"
Zhai Le ignored his strange aura and just held back tears with red eyes. The knuckles of his right hand holding the sword turned white due to the force of restraint: "If you hadn't been here tonight, I would never have let you get out alive. As long as one of you is not here...
…”
Brother Zhai Huan asked: "What do you mean?"
Zhai Le murmured in a low voice with an expressionless face: "I have to let one of you survive to continue the lineage of the eldest brother. A hundred years from now, the eldest uncle will have a filial son who will break the pot... You should be grateful for this!"
Brother Zhai Huan clenched his back molars, and he didn't know which of Zhai Le's words touched his bottom line. He suddenly ignored the threat between his eyebrows and was completely willing to do anything. He walked forward on his knees to get close to Zhai Huan's body. He opened his mouth and shouted filial piety: "Zhai Yuewen
!Pooh!"
The scene was very chaotic, and no one could stop him from going crazy.
"I am your biological brother from the same mother! You bastard %￥... In so many years, with so many brothers, you have only seen him, Zhai Xiaofang, and you are planning and scheming for him even if he is about to die.
I...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. No one was 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 that Zhai
Happy planning.
If you kill him, you will never have trouble again.
If you don't want to kill him, leave it for Zhai Le to show mercy.
A few of them join forces tonight to force the palace to kill their own brother, and if they poke out any one of them, he will die a thousand times! With such a handle falling into Zhai Le's hands, and because Zhai Le saved his life, they will not do it for the rest of their lives.
Is Zhai Le working like a cow or a horse?
Zhai Huan had 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 and ensure that the incest in the big house continues. How can he endure this with his strong self-esteem? He is obviously his brother, why?
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.
at last--
The farce ended with him being kicked in the stomach by Zhai Le. "Put on your mourning clothes and kneel down in front of my brother's funeral hall to repent!"
Brother Zhai Huan said: "I don't!"
Zhai Le glanced at the young scribe. He didn't want the purity of his brother's mourning hall to be 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 my uncle and tell you the news about my brother."
tell him……"
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 the throne is usurped and the country is founded, it will be promoted from an ordinary family to a royal family. No one knows how long the Qu Kingdom can exist, but he knows that the day when the Qu Kingdom is destroyed, the Zhai family will be replaced by the new royal family.
Day of reckoning.
Zhai Huan's behavior pushed the Zhai family 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 could not persuade him, so he had to turn a blind eye.
To be pure.
That night, candles were lit in the room until dawn.
When it was just dawn, a familiar scent appeared outside his door, and there was the sound of something moving.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the messy chessboard.
With a long sigh, he threw the chess piece away.
He covered his face with his hands to block the emotions at the moment. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. An hour later, the door creaked open, and it was not Uncle Zhai Le who came out. Zhai Le, who was dressed in filial piety, raised his head and said in shock: "Ah
father……"
Biological father, were you here last night?
The latter explained gently: "He came for the Father Himself."
He took the initiative to be a hostage for his brother.
He knew the plans of the junior Zhai Huan, and even more clearly the inner dissatisfaction of his nephews. Sooner or later, conflicts would break out. Some things couldn't be stopped, but he and his brother had been together for decades, and if...he had to give each other an explanation for some things.
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 as a father, you can't pretend that things never happened."
Just as he finished speaking, a voice came from inside the house.
"Ale, come in."
Zhai Le hesitated, not daring to move or see the other person. Until his father on one side tapped him with his toes, and said to the room behind him: "Go in, your uncle won't eat you."
It was already bright outside, but the room was still dark. With the help of the not-so-bright candlelight, I saw a man sitting in the corner.
This man was 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, "How are your cousins?"
Zhai Le said softly: "Kneel down and keep vigil for my brother."
The man was startled when he heard this, and for a long time he murmured sadly and complicatedly: "...The white-haired man gave the black-haired man a gift."
Zhai Huan is his proudest child.
He experienced the feeling of being a father for the first time with this child, watching Zhai Huan grow up from a small group to what he is today.
Zhai Le said: "Uncle, my condolences."
The man shook his head and said: "You know your son better than your father. How can a father not know his son's temperament? He has been mentally prepared for a long time, but you...have you been hurt? Those bastard cousins of yours, I'm afraid they will be provoked by you.
A lot of trouble."
Zhai Le was about to speak but stopped: "Brother before he died..."
The man said: "I have passed the throne to you, and my uncle knows it."
Zhai Le said tremblingly: "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 tell you just now? Zhizi Mo Ruofu, I know Yue Wen, 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, my uncle will give your father an explanation.
, in exchange for their lives. Only if this hot potato is in your hands will they have a way to survive. You can tolerate them, but they cannot tolerate you."
Zhai Le felt even more ashamed and embarrassed when he heard this, and said softly: "When they roared at Xiaoling Hall, my nephew really had murderous intentions..."
The man caressed the top of his hair: "It is human nature to judge one's deeds but not one's heart. Ah Le, you are a good boy. Others say your brother is calm, but my uncle doesn't think so. You are much better than your brother. No.
As willful as he is..."
Zhai Le sniffed: "Brother is the best."
"Those cousins of yours are short-sighted. They can only see the power in front of them, but they don't realize that it is a hot potato... You forgive them and take on such a burden. You will have a hard time in the future."
He looked at Zhai Le with loving yet guilty eyes.
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 who were all kneeling on the ground, they felt a little puzzled. Since Zhai Huan was critically ill, the search for a successor began.
, these few people want to be the "Wang Taidi" and secretly win over the courtiers. They just have their ambitions written on their faces. How can they keep watch at the funeral honestly?
Then think of the bloodstains on the stone path that have not been completely washed away...
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 the concerned neighbors. 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 was no trouble in the country, it could still be stable for two years.
Zhai Le knelt during the day and handled government affairs at night.
I was a bit unskilled at first, but with the help of Zhai Huan's remaining team, I gradually started to get started. Although I slept for less than half an hour every day, I couldn't stand up to the brave warrior's strong body, so I managed to hold on and stabilize my position.
The young scribe looked at Zhai Le, who was much taciturn, and sighed: "My Lord is much more stable than the First Lord..."
Zhai Huan, a wicked man, doesn't like handling official documents.
Zhai Le just remained silent about this.
After the funeral was over and Zhai Huan's coffin was sealed, Zhai Le sent all his cousins home to reflect and were not allowed to go out without an order. Of course, the external argument 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 hoped that Zhai Le would be kind to these cousins, and he had the handle in his hand, but he couldn't squeeze them as much as he wanted? But Zhai Le obviously had his own ideas. He imprisoned them all, promoted several other Zhai clan members, and pacified the clan.
internal criticism.
Zhai Le lowered the corners of his lips: "No one cares about me anymore."
The uncle's family lives next to his parents, and the two elders completely live in seclusion and do nothing. Zhai Le is now the eldest son of the Zhai family.
Zhai Le officially retired from mourning on the second anniversary.
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 ferocious point. The land that had always been dry and dry had been raining continuously, with heavy rainstorms coming from time to time.
Wu Xian sat in a simple temporary tent and glanced around, only to see that Zhao Feng's seat was empty: "Where is Dayi?"
Qin Li sighed: "He was not feeling well and took a leave of absence."
At this time, someone heard a cold snort: "Master Qin is sure that he took leave because he was not feeling well, or that he refused to come because he was resentful?"