Daquan didn't eat dinner and was not in the mood to eat.
After handing the treasure to his mother, he went alone to the room where the former deposed prince Yinreng once lived.
He didn't even light a lamp, he just sat there in a daze.
The lonely figure in the dark looks so lonely.
Daquan, who had never smoked before, also smoked at the front door for the first time, smoking one cigarette after another. The ghost of the former prince who was floating in the room couldn't help but want to struggle against the space constraints and come out to scare the bird occupying the dove's nest.
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The reason why Daquan, who has never known the feeling of sadness in his life, is so lost is because of the mysterious note handed to him by the security guard in the evening.
The content of the note was to tell Daquan that his son had ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, and was leading an army towards the capital.
However, due to Daquan, his son was hesitant to order an attack on the capital, and might even compromise with the stubborn enemy elements in the capital for his own father's sake.
The consequences of that would undoubtedly be serious.
Although the security guard didn't tell Bei Ziye who wrote the note, Daquan still recognized who wrote the note at a glance.
It's Shuan Zhu!
The last words his father Zuwang left to his son before his death were: "Take good care of Shuan Zhu and treat him as a younger brother."
Then he died.
Therefore, Daquan really regarded Shuanzhu as his younger brother, otherwise it would not have been possible for him to keep Shuanzhu at home when the family was destitute.
So, can Daquan recognize the handwriting of this son of a family who is like a younger brother?
But precisely because the note was written by Shuan Zhu, Daquan's heart was very confused.
The news was too shocking, and he wouldn't be able to digest it for a while.
Why did my precious eldest son proclaim himself emperor and lead an army back to Beijing?
When it comes to joy, Daquan is really happy because his family has a real dragon!
They all say that they hope their children will become dragons. Now that their sons have truly become dragons, several fathers shed unhappy tears.
If you want to say angry, Daquan is really angry. When his son rebelled, he didn't even say hello to him. He didn't even notify him of his transfer. As a result, he, the Supreme Emperor, became a hostage. How can he not be angry?
This unfilial thing!
But apparently, the joy outweighs the anger.
What Daquan is thinking about is what he should do now.
Because he has become the biggest hindrance to his son's progress and the biggest obstacle to his development.
Shuan Zhu said that the young master was so worried about his master's safety that he couldn't sleep all night long, couldn't eat without talking, and was distracted during meetings. He even cut his hand with a knife because he was worried about his master's distraction during martial arts training...
Several times he knelt on the ground alone, looking in the direction of the capital in a daze, and repeatedly sent reports to the capital: "Don't hurt a hair of my mother!"
The enemy diehards in Beijing took advantage of this and kept threatening the young master with his life to force him to retreat.
So, the young master is really sad.
Daquan's heart aches when he thinks that his son is going through the most painful psychological torture in the world because of his father.
Put your mind into another's mind.
One is the emperor's throne within easy reach, and the other is the biological father. No one can easily make a choice.
Daquan fully understands.
Because he had just swapped his and his son's identities for each other.
That is, he is the son and the six sons are the father.
Finally, he came to the conclusion that he, as a father, must do something for his son and fulfill his responsibilities and obligations as a father, otherwise his fatherhood would be in vain.
This is the wisest choice.
After all, there is no turning back from rebellion!
Instead of his son and the Jia family being wiped out by others, it would be better if he, as a father, sacrificed himself so that his son could completely let himself go and bring great glory to the Jia family!
Fifty years of life are both dreams and illusions.
After taking the last puff of his cigarette, Daquan made up his mind, took a deep breath, stood up with firm eyes, and untied his belt from his waist.
He actually wanted to sacrifice himself to fulfill his son!
Let all the bad guys who want to use him to control his son fail in their plot.
Just do it, without any hesitation.
After climbing up on the table and throwing his trousers belt on the beam, Daquan sighed softly, thinking of his wife who was forced to death by him in his early years, of his failure to learn well in the past, of the incompatibility between his son and him, and of his
Willful, thinking of how his son brought great honor to his father through his own efforts...
I also thought about Zhao and Baoyu, but I was not worried about the safety of mother and son, because the enemy could take advantage of him as the father, not Baoyu, the half-brother.
He believed that even if the eldest son no longer wanted to see Zhao and his mother, he would definitely treat his stepmother and younger brother well in view of the sacrifices his father had made for him.
In the distance, Baoyu's cry could be heard, maybe Zhao was washing the little guy's butt.
Thinking of the little guy's cuteness, Daquan smiled.
A kind smile.
After a long time, his smile froze, and his head was put into the loop made by his belt, and then he kicked the Eight Immortals Table hard.
But the table was a royal thing after all, and it was of high quality and heavy, so he couldn't even kick it over.
Even a few kicks didn't shake the table at all.
I had no choice but to get down and move the table to one side, then move three brocade stools and put them together. I climbed up carefully and put my head back on. This time I easily kicked the stools down.
His feet immediately left the ground without any point of strength, and the waistband of his pants tightened around his neck.
The body was struggling and shaking instinctively, breathing became extremely difficult, and air became the most luxurious thing.
The last thought that flashed through his mind was probably that he would be posthumously named emperor after his death.
Perhaps, this was the most glorious time in his life.
It's a pity that he can't see it.
The light in front of him faded little by little, and he was going to meet the ancestors of the Jia family.
Do it with pride, not shame.
The door was suddenly kicked open, and then several men in black rushed in. When they found Quan Beizi spinning around on the beam, they were all frightened, and hurriedly stepped forward to save him.
Come down.
After checking that they were still breathing, several people breathed a sigh of relief. They pinched and fanned some of them.
After a lot of busy work, Daquan woke up faintly.
He found several unknown men in black staring at him. He couldn't help but feel confused, but he realized that he was not dead, but still alive.
"you?"
Daquan's eyes were full of doubts, wanting to know what these people did and why they wanted to save him.
At this time, someone whispered in his ear: "Master Bei, the minions are here to rescue you!"
"Get me out?"
Daquan was stunned for a moment, then regained his energy, and suddenly sat up. He excitedly held the man's hand as if he were having a flashback, and said with tears in his eyes: "Are you the people sent by my son?"
"this..."
The leading man in black was stumped by this question. After taking a few breaths, he finally decided to tell Quan Beizi the truth and said in a deep voice: "Master Beizi, we are here to rescue you on the orders of the Supreme Emperor."