In the impression of young scholars, Zhai Le, a decisive and brave general, was not very old but calm, and occasionally relied on his brother. However, when Zhai Huan knew his impression of Zhai Le, he added with a smile: [Stable... Alas, that's all for outsiders to see, Ale, this child is soft-hearted and crying.]

The young scholar was surprised: [Love crying? How to cry?]

Zhai Huan, an immoral person, encouraged him to tease the passing children. He was helpless in pursuing the magic sound, and the immoral ghost put his hands in his sleeves, and his mouth was nodded: [Crying like this.]

Young scholar: […]

He took back his distant memories, looked at Zhai Le, who was kneeling in front of Zhai Huan's bed and crying in anger, and looked at Zhai Huan's eyes closed, and thought that what Zhai Huan said was not completely correct. Zhai Le still made progress, and crying as if it was not as annoying as a child.

The eunuch knelt all over the ground and sobbed in a low voice.

Zhai Huan's confidant wiped his tears one by one.

Zhai Le didn't care what others would think of him at all, and she cried so hard that her throat was cramped, and her laryngeal spasm was barely stopped. Seeing that his mood was slightly stable, the young scholar took a great achievement and put it on Zhai Le's shoulder and whispered: "Please take care of the lord."

Zhai Le looked down at the mourning clothes on his shoulders.

He said hoarsely: "Brother has prepared a long time ago..."

The young scholar said: "It's been a while."

The reason is that when he dies, Zhai Le will not be in a hurry, and Zhai Le didn't know about these things before.

Zhai Le took off his filial piety robbery and said, "Catch the beheading."

Both the filial piety clothes are filial piety clothes. The latter is to mourn the cousin, while the former is the heaviest of the five filial piety clothes.

The young scholar said: "Okay."

"You said, what was my brother in the mood to prepare these things behind me for me?" The tears broke out again.

The main feature of young scholars is sincerity.

"The first lord is very happy."

Those who don’t know thought Zhai Huan was preparing his enemy’s funeral. The young scholar had never seen Dan Sheng and Death like him.

Zhai Le heard the words and grabbed the mourning clothes and clothes. He looked at his brother who seemed to have just fallen asleep, with a smile and satisfaction on his lips, and said softly: "At this moment, my brother should be reunited with his sister-in-law... and he also forgot his regret."

What my brother regrets the most is the death of his wife.

The young scholar's mouth twitched slightly.

He never expected that Zhai Huan, a ill-gotten ghost, had such an emotional side. However, being able to live with one's will and do whatever one wants in the world is not a waste of time. Zhai Le said to the eunuch: "Go and get the comb."

He wants to help Brother A with his own hands to organize his own face.

As the eunuch left, Zhai Le raised his hand to support the edge of the bed and stood up with a little difficulty. The emotional venting just now and the long kneeling posture made his legs weak. The young scholar reached out to help, Zhai Le moved the Dan Mansion and returned to normal in a short while. He raised his hand and grabbed it, and the martial arts gushed in his palm, turning into a three-foot green edge, and the sword edge was against Zhai Huan's younger brother.

The latter was just immersed in Zhai Huan's death. It was not until Zhai Le made any move that he came to his senses and saw the sharp sword against his eyebrows. His face was so gloomy that it could drip out of water. He didn't think he could live, so he spoke sarcastically and wanted to die: "Zhai Xiaofang, when Zhai Yuewen was alive, you sang and beat him, and kept saying that you couldn't do it. Why? Now that he died, you can't wait to kill us to eliminate future troubles?"

The other brothers thought they had escaped. When they saw Zhai Le's posture, the big stone that had just landed on the ground suddenly rose to their throats.

Zhai Le's eyes were cold and cold, no longer as bright as before.

"If it weren't for tonight, my brother wouldn't die..."

Zhai Huan's younger brother sneered: "If he hadn't forced the palace, he wouldn't have died, but it was also the difference between dying two days earlier and dying two days later. Zhai Xiaofang, you are the big winner, open the skylight and speak loudly! There is no need to be fake at this moment, right? After all, Zhai Yuewen will not suddenly deceiving the corpse and see your despicable and hypocritical side. If you are low for so many years, you will be happy to be over with all your hardships!"

Zhai Le ignored his sarcasm, but just held back tears with red eyes, holding the sword and holding the right hand with a white knuckles because of hard restraint: "If you were not here tonight, I would never let you go out alive. If one of you is not here..."

Brother Zhai Huan asked: "What does it mean?"

Zhai Le murmured expressionlessly: "You must survive one of you to continue the lineage of the eldest son. A filial son fell into a basin after a hundred years... You should be glad that you are!"

Zhai Huan's younger brother clenched his back teeth, and didn't know what Zhai Le's words touched his bottom line. He suddenly ignored the threat of his eyebrows and completely took advantage of his knees and walked forward to approach Zhai Huan's body. He roared: "Zhai Yuewen! Bah!"

The scene was very chaotic and no one could stop him from going crazy.

"I am the brother of your mother! You ***&%￥... For so many years, you have only seen him, Zhai Xiaofang, and you are about to die, and you still plan for him. I plan... I have the ability to let Zhai Xiaofang kill me!"

He knew very well that Zhai Yuewen was determined to kill.

As long as Zhai Le said "kill" at that time, Zhai Yuewen would really kill their brothers, except Zhai Xiaofang, who was present! But Zhai Le was let go as soon as he pleaded with him. How could he not know Zhai Huan's plans for a brother of his mother?

If you kill, you will never suffer any future troubles.

If you don’t kill me, keep it and let Zhai Leshi be kind.

They joined forces to force the palace tonight, trying to kill his brother, and any stake was stolen, which would make him die a thousand times! Such a handle fell into Zhai Le's hands, and because Zhai Le saved his life, wouldn't they work hard for Zhai Le as a cow for Zhai Le for the rest of their lives?

Zhai Huan has made great efforts to plan for Zhai Le.

The little beast Zhai Le was even more annoying. He only told them that he could survive as a stallion and ensure that the incense in the big house continued to be popular. How could he tolerate this with a strong sense of self-esteem? It was obviously his brother, so why should he give it to Zhai Le?

"Zhai Yuewen, get up!" He was so angry that he kicked all his shoes out, wishing he could fly to Zhai Huan's face.

at last--

The farce ended with his stomach hitting Zhai Le. "Put it in mourning clothes and kneel down in front of my brother's mourning hall to repent!"

Zhai Huan's younger brother said, "I won't!"

Zhai Le glanced at the young scholar. He didn't want his brother's mourning hall to be destroyed. The young scholar understood it and raised his hand to "Forbidden to speak out" and the world suddenly became quiet.

Zhai Lezai carefully sorted out Zhai Huan's face, held the other party's completely cold hand, and after a while, he stood up and said to the young scholar: "Please stare at them here, I'll go... see my uncle and tell him the news about his brother..."

My brother killed his master and founded the country, and my uncle lived in seclusion.

He was not happy with my brother doing this.

Looking at the current situation, the state power has changed frequently. Once the throne is usurped and established a country, it will be promoted from an ordinary family to a royal family. No one knows how long the Qu Kingdom will last, but he knows that the day when Qu Kingdom destroyed the country was the day when the Zhai family was liquidated by the new royal family.

Zhai Huan's behavior pushed Zhai to the forefront.

But the sons under their knees didn't understand. They only saw the power and interests, and only saw that Zhai Huan had no children and had a short life. Once he passed the throne, he either adopted their descendants or passed the position to one of them. He could not persuade him, so he had to lose sight of him.

That night, the room candles lit until dawn.

When it was just dawn, a familiar breath appeared outside his room door, and there was still a sound of falling to the ground.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the messy chessboard.

With a long sigh, he threw the chess piece away.

Covering his face with his hands to block the mood at this moment. The room was so quiet that it was a whisper. An hour later, the door creaked open, but it was not Uncle Zhai Le who came out. Zhai Le, who was wearing mourning clothes, looked up and said in shock: "Father..."

Biological father, have been here last night?

The latter explained gently: "It was for the Father himself."

Take the initiative to be hostage to his brother.

He knew the abacus of Zhai Huan, and even more so the resentment of his sons and nephews. The conflict would break out sooner or later. Some things could not be stopped, but he had been with his brothers for decades. If... there were some things he had to explain to the other party.

Zhai Le's face turned pale when he heard this.

The dry and sleepy eyes were stained with tears again.

"If my cousins ​​had three or two shorts last night..."

Zhai Le's father patted his son on the shoulder: "Brother will not treat him as a father, but he cannot be treated as a father as a father and that's not what happened."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound came from inside the house.

"Ale, come in."

Zhai Le hesitated and did not dare to move, nor did he dare to see the other person. Until the father on one side pointed him with his toes and whispered to the room behind him: "Get in, your uncle won't eat you."

It was already bright outside and the room was still dark. With the light candlelight, I saw a man sitting in the corner.

This person is the father of Zhai’s previous patriarch, Zhai Huan.

"uncle--"

Zhai Le knelt down straight and made an apology.

"What does a man look like when he kneels? " The man put down his hands, his face unconcealed fatigue. He asked hoarsely, "What's wrong with your cousins?"

Zhai Le whispered: "Kneel down and keep a guard for brother."

The man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and murmured with sadness and complexity for a while: "... The white-haired man gave the black-haired man."

Zhai Huan is his proudest child.

He experienced the feeling of becoming a father in this child, and watched Zhai Huan grow from a small group to this day.

Zhai Ledao: "Uncle, I feel sorry for you."

The man shook his head and said, "There is no better father than his father. How can he be a father and don't know what kind of temperament of his son? He has been mentally prepared for a long time, but you... are you... hurt? Your cousins ​​are probably causing you a lot of trouble."

Zhai Le wanted to speak but stopped: "Brother before his death..."

The man said, "I have passed the throne to you, my uncle knows."

Zhai Le said in a trembling voice: "I shouldn't have this one."

"But you are your father's only bloodline."

Zhai Le looked at him in confusion, not understanding the cause and effect.

"Didn't you just say it? I know your son better than your father. I know Yuewen and I know several other bastards. If you didn't win last night, you have no way to live. If you were persecuted by any of them, your uncle will give your father an explanation and pay for his life. Only when this hot potato is in your hands can they have a way to live. You can tolerate them, they can't tolerate you."

Zhai Le was even more ashamed and embarrassed when he heard this, and said softly: "When they roared with Xiaoling Hall, my nephew really had murderous intentions..."
To be continued...