"Qiu Dalang is killing people and destroying their souls."
Xu Jie was indifferent to Qiu Cheng's death, but Wu Xian was filled with grief. He was also from an aristocratic family and was used to seeing brothers fighting each other. The previous conflicts between the Qiu brothers were well-known gossip, so he naturally believed that Qiu Cheng was forced to death by Qiu Dalang.
"What did Xianlang say about 'killing people and destroying their hearts'?" Lady Mi Ce had just finished embroidering the last stitch of her nightgown. She raised her hand to call her son who was reciting a lesson, so that he could try it on to see if it fit her. She vaguely heard what Wu Xian said, but did not hear it clearly.
"I'm talking about Qiu Dalang. He suffered a lot at the hands of Qiu Erlang, but he didn't expect the situation to change. Now, he finally got the chance to get rid of the annoying Qiu Erlang without bloodshed... Brothers have come to this point..." Wu Xian's eyes fell on the warm interaction between mother and son. I don't know what he was thinking about, and the cold smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded, "It makes people sigh."
Mrs. Mi didn't know who Qiu Dalang and Qiu Erlang were, but she knew that they were brothers and that one of them had stabbed the other. This information was enough. It was probably the words "brothers fighting against each other" that irritated Wu Xian's most sensitive nerves.
As they grew older, his two legitimate sons began to have their own little plans. With the interference and instigation of their mother's family, the two brothers would have conflicts from time to time. He never had a good face to his illegitimate brothers and sisters, and would often order them around.
Wu Xian tried to discipline his sons repeatedly, but the two sons were already at the most rebellious age. No matter whether Wu Xian "appealed to their emotions, reasoned with them" or used his father's status to suppress them, the results were minimal. Even when Wu Xian tried to clean up the villains around the two brothers, they rebelled even more fiercely.
Especially the second son, who quarreled with him in public more than once.
Even ridiculing Wu Xian.
The father wants his son to get along with his brothers? The second son is a brave warrior, not very old but already as tall as an adult, with a look that combines the best features of his parents, strong and handsome. Perhaps his face is a reflection of his heart, so he looks a bit mean. Why not teach him by example
This one sentence made Wu Xian's blood pressure soar.
The second son asked Wu Xian to demonstrate his teaching by example, but Wu Xian fought with all his brothers with thunderous means. After winning, he used Wu as the foundation and managed it for many years to build the current foundation. If the father can't do it, how can he expect his son to be harmonious
Lady Mi Ce knew Wu Xian's taboo, so when she educated her children, she did not care about their future or talents, but taught them again and again to be of the same mind and to be in harmony with each other.
It was this move that made her stand out from the other concubines, and Wu Xian loved her as much as ever. Lady Mi Ce was also always modest and prudent, and never took advantage of the emperor's favor.
Wu Xian now likes brothers to be friendly and respectful to each other.
Seeing that he was in a low mood, Madam Mi gave her son a subtle look. The youngest son understood and pestered Wu Xian, smiling innocently: "Father, father, what do you think of my pajamas? Mother sewed them for me."
Wu Xian took a look and said, "It's a bit big."
The youngest son said, "Then give it to the fourth brother."
The "fourth brother" he mentioned is a brother of the same mother as his youngest son, both born to Lady Mi Ce, and the two brothers do have a good relationship.
Wu Xian teased him.
"Why don't you let Auntie change it again?"
"But Fourth Brother is more suitable, there is no need to change it."
Wu Xian's smile grew wider: "Then you are gone, right?"
The youngest son said, "Mother loves her son, so it will happen."
Wu Xian picked up his youngest son. He obviously liked this answer in his heart, but he still teased his son: "Your mother loves you, but your father also loves your mother. There is no more for you."
The younger son's depressed look made Wu Xian laugh. Lady Mi looked at the father and son and smiled sweetly.
Wu Xian amused his son and spent the night with his concubine.
The candlelight on Madam Zheng's side remained lit all night.
This night is the fifteenth.
When Wu Xian's subordinates heard the news, although their reactions varied, they all noticed that Shen Tang had grown up quietly, and regarded him as a threat that they had to guard against. Those who were close to Shen Tang were more or less excluded, either openly or covertly.
For example, Xu Jie and Zhao Feng.
The former, because they could not reach a consensus on the affiliation of Heyin County, had less and less contact with Tianhai in the past two years, and Xu's attitude was not as positive as before. The latter, because he was not a military commander of Tianhai, he had been excluded.
Perhaps because they were in the same situation, the Xu and Zhao families began to interact more frequently, which in turn eased the conflict between Qin Li and Xu Jie.
Yi Ru, Zhang He.
When the news came, Huang Lie and Zhang He were drinking and chatting.
After hearing the content of the message, the two had different expressions.
Huang Lie played with the wine cup and said in a playful tone, "Gong Xichou is a member of the Gongxi tribe. With his talent and the Gongxi tribe's secret techniques, it is normal for him to have such strength at such a young age. But what's the matter with Shen Youli? There is something weird about her..."
Zhang He frowned and said nothing.
Huang Lie speculated and asked tentatively: "Could it be that this boy is also another 'Gong Xichou', or another 'Shao Chong'?"
Shao Chong, Gu Ren’s beloved thirteenth brother.
When the allied forces were fighting against Zheng Qiao, this man made great efforts, but when he was so angry that he killed people, he would not distinguish between friend and foe and would chop up the bodies with his bare hands.
Zhang He just shook his head in silence: "It's hard to say."
Shen Youli has the talent and strength of Gong Xichou, but without the side effects of Shao Chong, and will not go crazy and lose her mind at any time.
Huang Lie smiled and said, "You'll know when we meet next day."
Shangnan, Gu Ren.
Gu Ren received the message, took a quick look at it and put it aside.
It's not that I don't want to care, but -
A terrifying and violent aura surged in all directions. Gu Ren had just steady the shaking desk and documents when the ground began to shake violently again. The beams creaked and dust fell. Gu Ren's face turned black and he staggered out of the door of the meeting hall.
"Something bad has happened, my lord—"
Gu Ren interrupted: "I saw it!"
"But General Shaochong—"
Gu Ren said: "Let's go now!"
When he arrived, the other sworn brothers were all guarding here. Each guarding one side, they looked miserable. The brave warriors were bruised, and the literary scholars were hollowed out. In the center was the thirteenth brother, who was lying on the ground, screaming in pain, his clothes torn.
His smooth wheat-colored skin was strangely red, as if it had been boiled in boiling water. Pustules appeared on his skin, and as these pustules moved around his body, his face became more and more ferocious. His ten fingers were digging into the ground, sinking deeply into it.
puff-
A "pus bag" burst and splashed. Looking closely, it was not "pus" at all. It was clearly a "flesh worm". Every time a ball came out, Shao Chong's expression became more relaxed.
When his strength was exhausted, he rolled his eyes.
Lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Gu Ren stepped forward and put his clothes on Shao Chong. Twelfth brother Chao Lian stepped forward, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, holding his chest, obviously seriously injured: "Brother, if this continues, Thirteenth brother will explode again next time, I'm afraid we won't be able to suppress him."
Shao Chong's strength improved too quickly.
In the battle of Xiaocheng, he was still at the 13th level, but now he is at the 15th level, and that is still in a calm state. If he enters the boiling blood state, he can force his way into the 16th level. This kind of strength is no longer something that they brothers can suppress.
Gu Ren's literary skills are indeed very effective.
But I had overdrawn too much in the previous few times.
"There's still a month until the next time, we'll find a way... We've made it this far, we can't give up no matter what." Looking at the brothers, he said gently, "You guys should also go down and take good care of your injuries, otherwise Thirteen will blame himself again when he wakes up."
Everyone responded, except the sixth brother who looked struggling.
"Brother, do you want to take Thirteen to see Zhang He?"
This proposal was flatly rejected by Gu Ren.
"no!"
Chao Lian said: "What's the difference between this and a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth? Zhang He and Huang Lie are close, and Huang Lie's heavy shield warriors are..."
The Gu in Shao Chong's body, the Wu State Gu disaster that Zhang He had studied, and Huang Lie's heavy shield warriors were raised by Gu... The Gu of the three are inextricably linked. Shao Chong is too special, his strength comes from the Gu, but not just because of the Gu worm. Which leader of a force does not want to replicate on a large scale, but there is only one Shao Chong in the world, he is the only one.
He is not replicable.
The sixth brother said helplessly: "He can't hold on next time..."
The result of not being able to hold on is explosion and death.
Chao Lian thought of someone: "Maybe Gong Xichou..."
After saying this, he denied it himself.
Gong Xichou has always wanted to kill Shao Chong, so it is impossible for him to agree to help. Even if he agreed, where can we find him now
Shao Chong was unaware of his brothers' worries. When he woke up, he felt dry and comfortable, his clothes were brand new, and if he sniffed carefully, he could smell the scent of medicine that could calm his mind. Just as he was thinking about what happened before he passed out, his stomach made a loud gurgling sound.
"Thirteen, are you awake?"
"Twelfth brother!" Shao Chong jumped up.
Chao Lian avoided his bear hug.
"You're so energetic right after waking up?"
Shao Chong rubbed his stomach: "Twelfth brother, I'm hungry."
Chao Lian said, "Let the servants go to the east kitchen to prepare it for you."
Shao Chong pursed his lips and said pitifully, "But Thirteen wants to eat the fried cypress from East Street, the scallion stew from West Street, the candy from South Street, and the... There doesn't seem to be anything to eat in North Street..."
Chao Lian touched Shao Chong's head, who was a little taller than him, and shook his money bag: "I knew you were greedy, let's go."
The next moment, he uttered a sound.
He was almost hugged and pinned to the ground by Shao Chong.
Gu Renzhi's place was also considered prosperous.
Shao Chong was eating, holding the food in his arms, and watching. Chao Lian followed behind him and paid the bill. When Shao Chong was half full, the two brothers found a street stall and sat down. Shao Chong pushed his favorite food to Chao Lian: "Twelve brother, try this. This is also delicious. That is also delicious..."
Chao Lian tasted the food slowly and leisurely.
As I was eating, I found it was quite quiet.
Why doesn’t Shao Chong honk anymore
When he looked up, he saw his thirteenth brother turning his head to look at someone.
Chao Lian followed the direction and looked over.
Next to the stall stood a thin young man.
Dark hair, long eyelashes, fair skin and red lips.
He was wearing an extremely loose dark green robe, with golden mysterious patterns painted on the collar and cuffs, and barely noticeable dark embroidery on the rest of his body. He had a belt tied around his waist, and a wooden staff made of old wood intertwined with red flowers swaying behind his waist.
Shao Chong's target was the little red flower.
Reach out your hand quietly.