The boy really didn't understand.
Even a man like him knew about Yan An's deeds—for the sake of the shallow friendship between fellow disciples and brothers, he went against the will of heaven and worked hard for Zheng Qiao...
In the eyes of the teenager, he is just a goody-goody.
He pondered for a while, then complained with a puffed mouth: "But how could that person not know his place and displease the king?"
Even if he supported Yan An in his heart, he couldn't say it, because he knew very well what Zheng Qiao saw in him -
Apart from this similar face, he always goes along with Zheng Qiao in everything, regardless of right or wrong, good or evil, and only says what the other person likes to hear.
Zheng Qiao said, "I am unhappy if he is alive."
"Then - just kill him." The young man's heart trembled, but a spoiled and flattering smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Zheng Qiao rested his chin on his hand and was lost in thought for a while.
He did not comment on the boy's suggestion.
He just raised his hand, and the boy understood.
She obediently lay on his knees, eyes slightly closed, but in fact her mind was wandering aimlessly - it was widely rumored that he was Zheng Qiao's favorite male concubine, but in fact, Zheng Qiao had never done anything presumptuous. Rather than saying that she loved and indulged him as a male concubine, it would be better to say that she treated him as a son, a substitute for Zheng Qiao's past
Pampered and cared for with all the love and care.
This discovery surprised the boy.
He was the son of a butcher in a remote county of Qianzhou. He learned the craft from his deceased father when he was very young, worked as a butcher and opened a meat shop. By chance, he was discovered by a trusted general of Zheng Qiao, who gave him to Zheng Qiao as a new toy.
Since then, life has changed dramatically.
In order to live comfortably in the hands of this tyrant, he had studied hard and only now had a little understanding of the tricks. For example, outsiders thought he was a male concubine, but he could not put himself in the position of a male concubine.
I wonder what Zheng Qiao hates the word "male favorite" the most
He positioned himself in the role of a "filial son".
He is still a "foolishly filial" "great filial son"!
Even if—
In fact, he is not much younger than Zheng Qiao, but his family was poor, he didn't eat well and didn't grow tall, so he looks small.
After a while, Zheng Qiao sighed softly from above his head: "My senior brother cannot be killed easily."
Boy: “…”
What a contradiction!
He couldn't understand Zheng Qiao's thoughts.
Just ignore it.
The young man took a light nap for a quarter of an hour, until someone came over and he rubbed his sleepy eyes, performed a not very skillful salute, and left. He stepped out of the palace door and breathed a sigh of relief. Although he could obtain wealth and glory without hard work, it was still very stressful to be in the same room with a tyrant whose temper was unpredictable.
He lowered his head and jogged, and as expected, he bumped into someone.
"Ouch—why don't you look where you're walking?"
The boy felt as if he had bumped into a pair of skinny ribs, and his head hurt. He took two steps back before raising his head and preparing to get angry.
Don’t you know that this is the territory where the tyrant boss is in command
The remaining anger came to an abrupt end when he came into contact with that face. He straightened his sleeves and bowed.
The person who came was Yan An.
The boy had seen it from a distance.
The winter before last, there was a heavy snowstorm for half a month, and countless houses collapsed, and countless victims died of freezing and starvation. It is said that it was this man who argued for justice, used precious food to provide relief to the victims, and recruited homeless people to repair their houses.
The boy was lucky enough to survive.
It is said that this nice guy is the last conscience of Geng Country and deserves to be treated with courtesy.
"Be careful next time." Yan An was about to ask this reckless palace servant, but when he saw the boy's clothes and face clearly, he was distracted for a moment. He softened his tone and asked, "Did you bump into anything?"
The boy shook his head hurriedly: "No, no."
He found an excuse and hurried away, as if there were evil spirits and beasts chasing him. At the same time, he had to try his best to restrain the urge to tell Yan An that Zheng Qiao wanted to kill him, and told himself again and again that he was doing this to save his life, so he should not interfere with things that he should not interfere with.
Yan An looked at his back for a long time.
Until it disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
He also heard that his junior fellow had a "male lover".
I also know that this "male favorite" looks very similar to Zheng Qiao when he was young.
I didn't expect it to be so similar.
Yan An withdrew his gaze and looked in the opposite direction.
The look in his eyes at this moment was not as gentle as before, but instead revealed a flash of coldness. In recent months, the palace has been guarded more strictly, would his junior brother be afraid
I sneered inwardly.
Seeing Zheng Qiao, the latter suddenly asked: "Have you seen anyone?"
Yan An: "You mean that young man?"
Zheng Qiao said, "People outside say he looks like me."
Yan An said very straightforwardly: "Not like that."
Zheng Qiao grew up in the court of King Xin. Conspiracy and scheming are ingrained in him, and it is also his instinct to use obedience and restraint to cover up his ambitions. Even at his most innocent age, he could not act as rashly and arrogant as a teenager.
Zheng Qiao looked at this senior brother carefully.
In just over two years, the other party had aged more than twenty years, his hair was almost completely white, and he looked more and more like Yan An's father and Zheng Qiao's teacher. He looked visibly old and frail, as if he would not live long. Therefore, Zheng Qiao wanted to know more - how long could the other party endure before unsheathing his sword!
When will this sharp blade be pointed at his throat!
Yes, Yan An wants to kill Zheng Qiao.
Zheng Qiao knew this early on.
Yan An went down the mountain to assist him
This was definitely the biggest joke he had ever heard!
Zheng Qiao sighed, "Indeed, they are similar in appearance but not in spirit."
Yan An's eyes rolled slightly, and the look of disdain clearly showed - is it a good thing to be similar to Zheng Qiao
Zheng Qiao alone has caused the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people.
If an ordinary tyrant had done this, he would have been kicked off the throne and his body would have been ripped open and burned to death. Zheng Qiao has been able to survive for many years, so he must have some ability. If there were two of them, how could they live like this
Zheng Qiao also noticed his look and felt bored.
"Does Senior Brother know that Shen Youli is going to Longwu County?"
He changed the subject.
Yan An said: "I know."
Zheng Qiao sneered: "This Shen Youli is not simple. Her temperament and style remind me of my senior brother. If you two get to know each other, you will definitely be close friends. However, Longwu County is remote and troubled, and Shen Tang is short of manpower. It's a pity for this person... I don't know how long he can survive?"
Yan An: “…not a pity.”
Is Shen Tang short of people around him
He knew it better than Zheng Qiao.
Knowing that there is someone who understands me, I feel spiritually fulfilled and satisfied. Even if I were to die the next moment, it would be a "happy funeral" that I could only celebrate with a toast. Zheng Qiao would never understand.
Zheng Qiao asked, "Brother, don't you want to?"
I came to my senses and heard these words.
It was Zheng Qiao who wanted to give him a higher official position.
Yan An coughed twice and said weakly: "Thank you for your trust, Lord. However, I have been ill recently and can no longer help you. I came here to resign and return home to recuperate..."
Zheng Qiao was surprised. There were countless possibilities in his mind, but none of them was Yan An's resignation. "Brother, you are in your prime. It's just a minor illness. You just need to recuperate for a while. Why do you have to resign and return home? Without you, who in the court will share my burden?"
Yan An was firm in his attitude this time.
Zheng Qiao was worried that it was a trap, so he still refused. In the end, he just let him go home to recuperate and come back when he felt better.
He was worried about Yan An leaving under his nose.
Just as Yan An understood himself, he also understood Yan An - his senior brother came out of seclusion with the real intention of bringing him back to the right path, but after Yan An refused to cooperate and even took Yan An's family as hostages, the other party became disheartened and developed murderous intent.
only-
How to kill
When to kill
There is a lot of tricks involved.
In terms of being the ruler of a country, Zheng Qiao is indeed not qualified, but in terms of the identity of "owner of the national seal", no one is better than him. This is an important reason why Zheng Qiao has been courting death for many years, but his head is still firmly connected to his body.
Zheng Qiao is still confident about this.
Seeing that his resignation was unsuccessful, Yan An no longer insisted.
He really wanted to resign and take his wife and daughter back to his hometown to pay respect to his parents and spend the last days in peace. But Zheng Qiao refused to let him go, so he had to give up. When he returned home, his wife looked worried, and Yan An asked in a low voice what happened.
Wife: "It's all the fault of that junior fellow apprentice."
Yan An: "What did he do again?"
His wife leaned over and whispered something in his ear.
Yan An's face darkened.
Since he started planning, he has thought of many ways to deal with the aftermath. Others were easy to deal with, but his wife and daughter were closely watched by Zheng Qiao. Several of his arrangements were inexplicably destroyed or unexpected, as if someone was silently warning him.
What's even more embarrassing is that Yan An, in order to preserve as many talented young people as possible, used all means to send them out...
Not keeping any confidants for himself, Yan An was faced with the dilemma of having no one available when he needed to settle his family.
This is exactly what my wife told me.
Yan An laughed repeatedly when he heard this.
His junior fellow apprentice has the ability but doesn't use the right path...
The wife was still angry: "At worst, I'll fight him."
"I thought of another person."
"Do you have anyone you can use?"
"Yes, I met someone today... maybe he can help." The thing that made the young man unlike Zheng Qiao the most was that he still had a "conscience". "A suspicious person will doubt everything in the world, but he will never doubt himself."
This is also a risky move.
Yan An didn't want to use it unless it was absolutely necessary.
The wife tried to suppress her sorrow and sighed, "It doesn't matter if there is none. There is nothing to be afraid of if I die with you. Even if I die, I will curse Zheng Qiao."
The only thing she was worried about was her daughter.
But if we can't save him, it's better for the whole family to go together.
This is a broken world. She doesn't want to come back in her next life.
From that day on, Yan'an had a rare chance to relax.
Cherish your life which is getting shorter day by day.
But anyone with a discerning eye could see that his body was still rapidly weakening, as if something was greedily sucking his vitality, and as time went on, its appetite was growing bigger and bigger.
Yan An didn't care about it at all.
at the same time-
A border village in Longwu County.
Half an hour ago.
A group of 100 horse bandits appeared here and surrounded the village. Before the villagers at the head of the village could make a sound, they were beheaded with a knife, and then their bodies were trampled by horses' hooves, turning into a pool of meat paste. The houses at the entrance of the village were burned to ashes.
Blood was splattered and corpses were everywhere.
In one of the rooms, a bandit grabbed a struggling woman from the stove, grabbed her hair and dragged her out of the door.
After leaving the house, another horse bandit snatched the swaddling clothes from the woman's arms and threw it against the wall. The crying of the baby, the woman's pleas for mercy and screams, and the muffled sound of the heavy object hitting the wall constituted the most cruel "music" in the world.
Soon, other bandits came out from other houses one after another, each carrying spoils in their hands.
Gold, silver, food, women...
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