Opportunity is such a fleeting thing.
Now or never.
The deity Hua Yuan took advantage of the opportunity that the students were forced to die, and briefly regained consciousness. He originally wanted to commit suicide, but after a hundred attempts, he never thought that he would be blocked by everyone. How could his strength alone be against so many people? After a lot of scramble, the sword in his hand was taken away, and he was gagged by biting his tongue to commit suicide. It was only in vain to exhaust his strength, but he made himself embarrassed, and his heart was very sad and angry.
He knows what it means to "survive and die".
Hua Yuan just wanted to die, why did everyone act like he wanted their lives, one by one
After a stalemate, Hua Yuan was exhausted, his hands and feet were so weak that he lost his strength, and only one mouth was left to breathe.
Seeing that he didn't have the strength to die again, the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although they didn't like Hua Yuan very much, if Hua Yuan died, it would be equivalent to breaking An's arm, and their interests would be tied to An. In short, to protect Hua Yuan is to protect their own interests, and naturally they have to work hard to stop them.
"You, you are simply unreasonable!"
Hua Yuan felt dizzy and dizzy, and a feeling of dizziness and nausea like a lack of oxygen flooded into his heart.
This feeling is all too familiar.
Before losing consciousness, Hua Yuan felt that a pair of scarlet turbid eyes opened in the darkness, and the owner of these eyes was looking at him coldly. Neither sad nor happy, neither shocked nor angry, but Hua Yuan had the illusion of being noticed by Jiuyou Hell. No, maybe it's not an illusion.
The owner of this pair of eyes will really drag people into hell when he is crazy!
Hua Yuan's heart trembled, and the hairs all over his body couldn't help but protest, he knew that "that person" was about to wake up!
"The sergeant fainted!"
I don't know who shouted, and everyone realized that Hua Yuan was so pale that he closed his eyes and leaned back.
That appearance seemed to be more like a corpse than the corpse on the bed.
Everyone is pressing people, calling in Hua Yuan's ears, and sending people to ask for a doctor...
After some tossing, everyone was sweating profusely, as if they had run several kilometers with a hundred-pound sandbag on their back.
Huangtian did not bear the painstaking efforts, and their efforts were still useful. Before the doctor arrived, Hua Yuan woke up and opened his eyes.
One person said, "Master, the situation is in crisis now, and you still need to plan carefully. How can the master abandon the master for the sake of the young master?"
The old minister who was furious to kill Xichang Emperor Ji also calmed down, said a few soft words, and did not continue fighting and killing.
They sincerely persuaded Hua Yuan to give up his will to die, but the parties showed the look of "Are you all pigs".
"Nothing!" Hua Yuan stood up with his weak legs and found some sticky liquid on his neck. He raised his hand to wipe it and put it in front of his eyes. It was actually bright red blood, and he mocked it. On the corner of his lips, he said indifferently, "Young master has just passed away, you will prepare for the funeral ceremony, and then send someone to report the mourning to the master. The cause of the young master's death is disgraceful, and it is said to the outside world that it was a sudden and serious illness, and died suddenly..."
When everyone saw Hua Yuan's calm, they couldn't help but feel relieved.
Even if Hua Yuan's face was deadly at this time, and his heart skipped a beat, it would be better than drawing his sword to seek death.
As long as you don't want to commit suicide, everything is fine.
"Here!"
"The end will follow the order!"
After some farce, the curtain came to an end, and the doctor who rushed over stepped forward to treat the wound on Hua Yuan's neck.
Hua Yuan didn't move, letting the doctor play with it, like an unpopular porcelain doll.
Seeing this, the doctor thought that Hua Yuan was a martyr and failed, and became disheartened and sighed, "In the past few days, you should avoid food, and the wound should not touch the dirt, so as to avoid bad luck entering the body and causing the wound to become red, swollen and rotten. I will give you a few prescriptions. A side drug, taking it on time will get better.”
Hua Yuan asked him, "How deep is the wound?"
The doctor said, "It's not deep, but the location is dangerous."
Hua Yuan was silent when he heard the words, but the emotions flashing in his eyes made the doctor's heart skip a beat.
"You go down, I want to be alone and rest in peace, and I will arrange for the funeral of the young master later..."
Hua Yuan chased people away, but the doctor moved his lips but did not spit out any words of dissuasion, so he could only retreat softly.
The doctor left with his front feet, and Hua Yuan knocked everything he could see to the ground when he flicked his sleeves with his back feet, his elegant and handsome face was full of hideousness.
"I'm not crazy, it's either me or me!!!"
He suppressed the roar in his throat. Although the sound was not loud, it was extremely penetrating and infectious, making the onlookers horrified.
It's a pity that he was the only one in the house, and no one else could hear him.
The chaotic night was dispelled by the rising sun, and the news of the young master's sudden illness and sudden death spread like wings.
Naturally, the news also reached the frontline.
An received two letters, one was a normal funeral report, and the other was a secret letter that was suppressed by Hua Yuan for a long time.
This secret letter details the story of the young master bullying the pregnant concubine, and causing her fetal gas to become unstable, almost losing her child.
In addition, Hua Yuan also added the truth about the death of the young master. It was not a sudden death, but a panic of doing something wrong and committing suicide.
Two letters arrived on the front and back feet.
After reading the first letter of mourning, An was grief-stricken and at the same time had some indescribable coursing.
The adopted son is dead, and the stumbling block in his heart is gone, and no one can stop his biological son from ascending to the throne.
After reading the second secret letter, An's anger directly broke through the maximum value, and the blue veins on his forehead swelled up, as if there were green snakes coiling around his forehead. He was so angry that his hands were shaking, his cheeks were blue, and his chest was ups and downs rapidly.
While he wasn't bullying his concubine, he had fetal gas and almost had a miscarriage...
Ann didn't know that he actually raised an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, and he actually did such a shameless and outrageous thing!
"Die well!"
These three words were almost squeezed out of the posterior molars.
As soon as he thought of his own woman, or the woman who was pregnant with his child, being touched by his stepson, the humiliation of a strong green cloud filled his heart, making his hatred soar to the sky. Fear of committing suicide? It's really cheap, this kid, at least he should be executed in a long time!
Anger is anger, but Ann can't publicize what his stepson has done, nor can he reveal the truth of his death to the public.
Not only can he not, he has to clean up the mess for the other party and ensure his reputation after death.
If you don't do this, the outside world will inevitably speculate that the death of the stepson was instructed by An, and he killed the stepson in order to clear the obstacles for the parents and children.
In this way, it will inevitably leave a negative impression of being ruthless and unscrupulous.
More importantly, the world will also know that he was wearing a green hat by his stepson.
Being cuckolded is the most unbearable humiliation for a man.
For the sake of his own reputation, An can't use his arrogance, and at most secretly use some small tricks to vent his hatred.
Of course, after getting angry, An also found something wrong.