The impression of Zhai Le in the young scholar's mind is that he is a brave and fearless general who is young but calm and occasionally relies on his brother. However, when Zhai Huan knew his impression of Zhai Le, he smiled and added: Calm... Alas, that's all for outsiders to see. Ah Le is a soft-hearted and crybaby.
The young scholar was surprised: "You love to cry? How do you cry?"
Zhai Huan, the wicked one, instigated him to make the passing child cry. He was at a loss as to what to do as the evil sound filled his ears. The wicked one put his hands in his sleeves and pouted: Cry like that.
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He recalled the distant memories, looked at Zhai Le who was kneeling in front of Zhai Huan's bed and crying breathlessly, looked at Zhai Huan who closed his eyes, and thought to himself that what Zhai Huan said was not entirely correct. Zhai Le had made some progress, and his crying was not as annoying as that of a child.
The eunuchs and palace maids knelt on the ground, sobbing quietly.
Zhai Huan's confidants also wiped their tears one by one.
Zhai Le didn't care what others thought of him, and cried until he hiccuped and his throat spasmed. The young scholar saw that he was a little calmer, so he took out a big gift, put it on Zhai Le's shoulders, and said softly: "My lord, please take care of yourself."
Zhai Le looked down at the mourning clothes on his shoulders.
Hoarsely said: "Brother has already prepared..."
The young scholar said, "We have been preparing for a while."
This was so that Zhai Le wouldn't be in a panic when he passed away, but Zhai Le didn't know all this before.
Zhai Le took off his mourning clothes and said, "Bring me the bamboo poles."
Both "zhan jiu" and "da gong" are mourning attire. The latter is for mourning for a cousin, while the former is the heaviest of the five mourning attire.
The young scholar said, "Okay."
"Tell me, brother, what was your mood when you prepared these things for yourself after your death?" Tears were about to burst out again.
The main focus of young writers is sincerity.
"The first lord was very happy."
Those who didn't know would think that Zhai Huan was preparing for the funeral of his enemy. The young scholar had never seen anyone who was as indifferent to life and death as he was.
Upon hearing this, Zhai Le clutched the edge of his mourning clothes. He looked at his brother, who seemed to have just fallen asleep, with a trace of smile and satisfaction on his lips, and said softly: "At this moment, brother should be reunited with his sister-in-law... It can be considered that his regrets have been resolved."
What the brother regretted most was the death of his wife.
The young scholar's mouth twitched slightly.
He never thought that Zhai Huan, this wicked man, could be so emotional. However, if one can live as one pleases and act as one pleases, one's life will not be in vain. Zhai Le said to the eunuch, "Go get a comb."
He wanted to personally help his brother tidy up his remains.
When the eunuch left, Zhai Le raised his hand to support the edge of the bed and stood up with some difficulty. The emotional outburst and long kneeling posture just now made his legs weak. The young scholar reached out to help, and Zhai Le activated the Danfu, and soon he returned to normal. He raised his hand and grabbed, and saw the martial energy gushing out from his palm, turning into a three-foot green sword, and the tip of the sword was against Zhai Huan's brother.
The latter was just immersed in the emotion of Zhai Huan's death, until Zhai Le made a move, he came back to his senses, and saw the sharp sword against his forehead. His face was so gloomy that water could drip out. Judging by himself, he didn't think he could survive, so he spoke in a sarcastic tone, and he wanted to die to satisfy his desire: "Zhai Xiaofang, when Zhai Yuewen was alive, you sang, chanted, and acted, and kept saying that you couldn't do it. Why, now that he is dead, you can't wait to kill us to eliminate future troubles?"
The other half brothers thought they had escaped, but when they saw Zhai Le's posture, the big rock that had just fallen to the ground suddenly rose to their throats.
Zhai Le's eyes were cold and gloomy, no longer as clear as before.
"If it weren't for tonight, my brother wouldn't have died..."
Zhai Huan's brother sneered, "If he hadn't been forced to abdicate, he wouldn't have died, but it's the difference between dying two days earlier and two days later. Zhai Xiaofang, you are the big winner. You've spoken frankly! You don't have to pretend anymore at this moment, right? After all, Zhai Yuewen wouldn't suddenly come back to life and see your despicable and hypocritical side. You've been humble for so many years, and now it's finally sweet!"
Zhai Le ignored his sarcasm, holding back tears with red eyes, the knuckles of his right hand holding the sword turned white from the effort of restraint: "If you were not all here tonight, I would never let you out alive. If any of you were not here..."
Zhai Huan's brother asked, "What do you mean?"
Zhai Le muttered in a low voice with an expressionless face: "At least one of you has to survive to continue the eldest son's lineage. After your uncle dies, there will be a filial son to break the pot... You should be thankful for this!"
Zhai Huan's brother gritted his teeth, not knowing what Zhai Le said that touched his bottom line. He suddenly ignored the threat on his forehead and went all out, crawling forward to get closer to Zhai Huan's body. He opened his mouth and roared: "Zhai Yuewen! Bah!"
The scene was extremely chaotic and no one could stop him from going crazy.
"I am your brother from the same mother! You bastard... For so many years, with so many brothers, you have only seen Zhai Xiaofang. Even when he is about to die, you are still plotting for him and plotting against me... If you have the guts, let Zhai Xiaofang kill me!"
He knew very well that Zhai Yuewen had murderous intentions.
If Zhai Le had just said "kill" at that time, Zhai Yuewen would have really killed them, leaving no one alive except Zhai Xiaofang! But Zhai Le was let go as soon as he pleaded for mercy. Brothers from the same mother, how could he not know Zhai Huan's plan.
If you kill him, the trouble will be gone forever.
If you don't kill him, keep him for Zhai Le to perform his favor.
They joined forces tonight to force the emperor to abdicate and kill their own brother. If any of them were exposed, he would die a thousand times! With such evidence in Zhai Le's hands, and because of Zhai Le, they saved their lives, wouldn't they work like slaves for Zhai Le for the rest of their lives
Zhai Huan had painstakingly planned this for Zhai Le.
Zhai Le, this little beast, was even more infuriating. His words were just short of telling them that any one of them who survived could be a stud to ensure the continuous incense supply to the main house. How could he tolerate this with his strong self-esteem? He was obviously his biological brother, so why should he give him to Zhai Le
"Zhai Yuewen, get up here!" He was so angry that he kicked his shoes away and wished he could fly them towards Zhai Huan's face.
at last-
The farce ended with Zhai Le kicking him in the stomach. "Put on your mourning clothes and kneel down in front of your brother's funeral hall to repent!"
Zhai Huan's brother said, "I don't!"
Zhai Le glanced at the young scholar. He didn't want the tranquility of his brother's funeral hall to be disturbed. The young scholar understood what he meant and raised his hand to silence everyone. The world suddenly became quiet.
Zhai Le carefully arranged Zhai Huan's remains and held his completely cold hand. After a while, he stood up and said to the young scholar, "Please keep an eye on them here. I will go... see my uncle and tell him the news about my brother..."
My elder brother killed the master and established a country, so my uncle lived in seclusion.
He was not happy with his brother doing this.
Looking at the current situation, the state power changes frequently. Once the throne is usurped and a country is established, it will be promoted from an ordinary family to a royal family. No one knows how long the Qu Kingdom can exist, but he knows that the day when the Qu Kingdom is destroyed is the day when the Zhai family will be liquidated by the new royal family.
Zhai Huan's behavior put the Zhai family in the spotlight.
Unfortunately, these sons didn't understand. They only saw power and benefits, and only saw that Zhai Huan had no children and would die young. Once the throne was passed on, it would either be adopted by their children or passed on to one of them. He couldn't persuade them, so he just turned a blind eye.
That night, candles were lit in the room until dawn.
When the sky was just getting light, a familiar breath appeared outside his door, and there was also the sound of something falling to the ground.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the messy chessboard.
He sighed and threw the chess piece away.
He covered his face with his hands to hide his emotions. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. An hour later, the door creaked open, but it was not Uncle Zhai Le who came out. Zhai Le, who was dressed in mourning clothes, looked up and said in shock: "Father..."
My biological father, have you been here last night
The latter gently explained: "It is for the Father himself."
He took the initiative to serve as a hostage for his brother.
He knew the calculations of the younger generation Zhai Huan, and he knew even more clearly the resentment in the hearts of his nephews and nieces. The conflict would erupt sooner or later. Some things could not be stopped, but he had been brothers with his brother for decades, if... There were some things he had to give him an explanation.
Zhai Le's face turned pale instantly when he heard this.
The dry and sleepy eyes were filled with tears again.
"If anything happened to any of my cousins last night..."
Zhai Le's father patted his son on the shoulder and said, "Brother won't do anything to me, but I can't pretend that nothing happened."
Just as he finished speaking, a voice came from inside the house.
"Ale, come in."
Zhai Le hesitated and didn't dare to move, nor did he dare to look at the other party. Until his father on the side tapped him with his toes and pointed to the house behind him: "Go in, your uncle won't eat you."
It was already bright outside, but the house was still dark. With the dim candlelight, I could see a man sitting in the corner.
This person is the previous patriarch of the Zhai family and the father of Zhai Huan.
"uncle-"
Zhai Le knelt down straight and pretended to beg for mercy.
"A man's knees are made of gold. How can you kneel here and there casually?" The man put down his hands, his face showing an undisguised fatigue. He asked in a hoarse voice, "How are your cousins?"
Zhai Le said softly, "Kneel down and keep vigil for my brother."
The man was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and after a while he murmured in a sad and complicated tone: "… The old man sends the young man away."
Zhai Huan is his proudest child.
He experienced the feeling of being a father for the first time through this child, and watched Zhai Huan grow from a small child to where he is today.
Zhai Le said: "Uncle, I am sorry for your loss."
The man shook his head and said, "No one knows a son better than his father. How can a father not know his son's temper? I have been mentally prepared for this. But are you... hurt? Those bastard cousins of yours must have caused you a lot of trouble."
Zhai Le hesitated: "Before my brother died..."
The man said, "I've passed the throne to you. Uncle knows."
Zhai Le said in a trembling voice: "This shouldn't be mine."
"But you are your father's only blood."
Zhai Le looked at him in confusion, not understanding the cause and effect.
"Didn't I just say that? No one knows a son better than his father. I know Yuewen, and I also know those other bastards. If you hadn't won last night, you would have died. If you were persecuted by any of them, your uncle would have given your father an explanation and paid with his life. Only if this hot potato falls into your hands, will they have a chance to survive. You can tolerate them, but they can't tolerate you."
Zhai Le felt even more ashamed and embarrassed when he heard this, and said softly: "When they roared in the mourning hall, my nephew really wanted to kill them..."
The man stroked his head gently. "It's human nature to judge by deeds, not by heart. Ah Le, you are a good child. Others say your brother is calm, but your uncle doesn't think so. You are much better than your brother. You are not as willful as him..."
Zhai Le sniffed: "Brother is the best."
"Your cousins are short-sighted. They only see the power in front of them, but they don't know that this is a hot potato... You forgive them and take on such a burden. You will have a hard time in the future."
He looked at Zhai Le with eyes that were both loving and guilty.
After Zhai Le went back, the news of Zhai Huan's death reached the outside world, and a group of court officials came to mourn, and seeing Zhai Huan's brothers kneeling on the ground in unison, they felt a little puzzled - ever since Zhai Huan was critically ill, they began to look for a successor. These people had the idea of becoming "Crown Prince" and secretly won over court officials. Their ambitions were written on their faces. How could they honestly guard the body
Thinking of the bloodstains on the stone path that had not been thoroughly washed away...
I'm afraid last night was not peaceful.
But no matter what, the transfer of power was smooth.
In the last six months of his life, Zhai Huan sent troops to warn all nearby neighbors who were concerned. There was no external threat for the time being, and the new ruler was Zhai Le, who had made great military achievements, which was enough to deter. As long as there was no chaos in the country, there would be two years of peace.
Zhai Le knelt in worship during the day and handled government affairs at night.
At first, he was a little unskilled, but with the help of Zhai Huan's team, he gradually got the hang of it. Although he slept less than half an hour a day, he was able to hold on with the strong physique of a warrior and stabilize his position.
The young scholar looked at the much more taciturn Zhai Le and sighed, "My lord is much more prudent than the first lord..."
Zhai Huan, this wicked guy, doesn't like to deal with official documents.
Zhai Le just remained silent.
After the funeral was over and Zhai Huan's coffin was sealed, Zhai Le sent all his cousins home to reflect on themselves and not to go out without permission. Of course, the explanation to the public was that they missed their deceased brother too much and voluntarily asked for permission to copy scriptures at home to accumulate merit for Zhai Huan.
The young scholar smacked his lips and said, "As expected, you are brothers."
The same willfulness.
Zhai Huan hoped that Zhai Le would be kind to his cousins. He had the leverage over them, so why not exploit them? But Zhai Le obviously had his own ideas. He put them all in solitary confinement and promoted several other Zhai clan members to calm the criticism within the clan.
Zhai Le lowered his lip corners: "Anyway, no one cares about me."
My uncle's family lives next to my parents. The two elders have completely retired from the society and don't care about anything. Zhai Le is now the head of the Zhai family.
Zhai Le officially stopped mourning after two years.
But that’s all in the past.
Around the time of Zhai Huan's death, in the northwest corner of the same continent, the members of the original Dragon Slaying Bureau also fought to the most brutal degree. The land, which had always been dry and rainless, has been raining continuously recently, with heavy rainstorms from time to time.
Wu Xian sat in the simple temporary tent and looked around, only to see that Zhao Feng's seat was empty: "Where is Dayi?"
Qin Li sighed: "He was not feeling well and asked for leave."
At this time, someone snorted coldly: "Military Advisor Qin, are you sure that he asked for leave because he was not feeling well, or that he was unwilling to come because he had a grudge?"