The man gently stroked his head: "It is natural for human feelings, no matter how you are. Ale, you are a good child. Others say that your brother is calm, but my uncle doesn't think so. You are much better than your brother, and you are not as willful as he is..."

Zhai Le sniffed: "Brother is the best."

"Your cousins ​​have shallow eyes and can only see the power in front of you, but they don't know that this is a hot potato... If you forgive them and take on such a burden, you will have to work hard in the future."

He looked at Zhai Le with loving and guilty eyes.

When Zhai Le returned, the news of Zhai Huan's death spread to the outside world. A group of court officials came to cry. Looking at the Zhai Huan brothers who were kneeling all over the ground, they were a little puzzled. Since Zhai Huan was critically ill and began to look for heirs, these people have the intention of becoming the "Prince of the King". They secretly wooed court officials, but only wrote their ambitions on their faces. How could they be honest and keep their spirits?

I think of the blood that had not been completely washed away by the stone path...

I was afraid it was uneasy last night.

But no matter what, the regime still has a smooth handover.

In the last half of his life, Zhai Huan sent troops to warn his neighbors who were thinking about him. There was no external threat for the time being. The new king is Zhai Le, who has made great achievements in military affairs, which is enough to shock him. As long as there is no trouble in the country, he can still be safe for two years.

Zhai Le knelt down during the day and handled government affairs at night.

At the beginning, he was a little unskilled, and gradually started to get started in the lower left side of the team left by Zhai Huan. Although he had less than half an hour of sleep every day, he could not resist the brave warriors' physical strength, so he held on and stabilized his position.

The young scholar looked at Zhai Le, who was taciturn and sighed: "The lord is much more secure than the first lord..."

Zhai Huan, an immoral ghost, doesn’t like to deal with official documents.

Zhai Le was just silent about this.

After the spirit was over, they watched Zhai Huan seal the coffin. Zhai Le sent all his cousins ​​home to reflect on him. He was not allowed to go out without any orders. Of course, the external statement was that they missed their deceased brother too much, so they volunteered to ask for an order and copied scriptures at home to accumulate virtue for Zhai Huan.

The young scholar smacked his lips: "I am worthy of being a brother."

Like the same willfulness.

Zhai Huan hopes that Zhai Leshi's cousins ​​will hold their handles in their hands and can't squeeze them out? But Zhai Le obviously has his own ideas. He put them all in jail and promoted several other Zhai clan members to calm down the criticism within the clan.

Zhai Le pressed down the corner of his lips: "No one cares about me horizontally or vertically."

My uncle's family lives next to my parents, and the two elders completely live in seclusion without doing anything. Zhai Le is now the boss of Zhai's family.

Zhai Le’s mourning was officially removed from the clothes until the second anniversary.

But that's all a story.

Just before and after Zhai Huan's death, in the northwest corner of the same continent, the original members of the Dragon Slaying Bureau also fought to the most tragic level. The land that had been dry and rainy was constantly raining, and there was a heavy rain from time to time.

Wu Xian sat in the simple temporary camp and glanced around, but saw that Zhao Feng's position was empty: "Where is the Dayi?"

Qin Li sighed: "He was unhappy and had a falsification."
Chapter completed!