MTL - Back Off, Let Me Come-Chapter 764 : We Can't Live Together (Part 1)【Ask for Monthly Pass】

  Chapter 764 Chapter 764: We will never die together (Part 1) [Seeking a monthly ticket]

  In the impression of young literati, Zhai Le is a decisive, brave and fearless general. He is young but acts calmly, and occasionally relies on his elder brother. However, when Zhai Huan knew his impression of Zhai Le, he added with a smile: [Calm... well, that's for outsiders, A Le is soft-hearted and loves to cry. 】

  The young scholar was surprised: 【Crying? How to cry? 】

   Zhai Huan, a wicked person, encouraged him to make a passing child cry. He was at a loss as to bear the devil's voice pouring into his ears, and the wicked ghost folded his hands in his sleeves, pouted: 【Crying like this. 】

  Young Scholar: 【…】

  He retracted his distant memories, looked at Zhai Le who was kneeling in front of Zhai Huan's bed crying out of breath, and looked at Zhai Huan with his eyes closed, secretly thinking that what Zhai Huan said was not entirely correct. Zhai Le is still making progress, crying so much that he is not as annoying as a child.

  The servant Gong'e knelt on the ground, sobbing softly.

   Zhai Huan's confidantes also wiped their tears one by one.

   Zhai Le didn't care what others thought of him, he couldn't stop crying until he hiccupped and his throat spasmed. Seeing that his mood had stabilized a bit, the young scribe brought a great service, put it on Zhai Le's shoulders, and said softly: "Please take care of me, my lord."

   Zhai Le looked down at the mourning clothes on his shoulders.

   hoarsely said: "Brother has already prepared..."

  The young scribe said: "I have been preparing for a while."

  The reason is that when he died, Zhai Le would not be in a hurry, and Zhai Le didn't know about this before.

  Zhai Le took off his filial obedience: "Take the chopping wood."

  Cutting down the trunk and doing great work are both filial piety. The latter is mourning for cousins, while the former is the heaviest of the five uniforms.

  The young scribe said: "Good."

   "Tell me, what mood did you use to prepare these things for yourself?"

  Young scribes focus on sincerity.

   "The First Lord is very happy."

  Those who didn’t know thought that Zhai Huan was preparing for the funeral of his enemy. Young scribes have never seen anyone who is as indifferent to life and death as he is.

Hearing this, Zhai Le grasped the edge of the mourning clothes tightly. He looked at his elder brother who seemed to have just fallen asleep, with a smile and satisfaction on his lips, and said softly: "Brother should be reunited with his sister-in-law at this moment... forget it His regret."

   What brother regrets the most is the death of his wife.

  The corner of the young scribe's mouth twitched slightly.

  He never thought that Zhai Huan, a wicked ghost, would have such an emotional side. However, if you can live according to your heart and act according to your will, it is not a waste of time to come to the world. Zhai Le said to the waiter, "Go get the comb."

  He wants to help brother tidy up the remains with his own hands.

  When the servant left, Zhai Le raised his hand to support the edge of the bed, and stood up with a little difficulty. The emotional vent and the long kneeling position just now made his legs weak. The young scribe reached out to help, Zhai Le ran around the Dan Mansion, and returned to normal after a while. He raised his hand and grabbed it, only to see martial energy gushing out from his palm, turning into a three-foot green sword, and the sword pointed at Zhai Huan's younger brother.

  The latter was still immersed in the emotion of Zhai Huan's death just now, and he didn't come back to his senses until Zhai Le made a move, and saw the sharp sword against his eyebrows. His face was so gloomy that water dripped out, and he judged others by himself. He didn't think he could live, so he opened his mouth with yin and yang, and he wanted to die: "Zhai Xiaofang, when Zhai Yuewen was alive, you chanted, beat, and kept talking about yourself. Can't do it. Why, now that he is dead, you can't wait, and you want to kill us to avoid future troubles?"

  The other younger brothers thought they had escaped, but when they saw Zhai Le's posture, the boulder that had just landed immediately lifted into their throats.

  Zhai Le's eyes were cloudy and cold, and they were no longer as clear as before.

   "If there is no tonight, brother will not die..."

Zhai Huan's younger brother sneered: "If he hadn't been forced into the palace, he wouldn't have died, but it's the difference between dying two days earlier and dying two days later. Zhai Xiaofang, you are a big winner, open the sky and speak out! Don't use it at this moment." No matter how fake you are? After all, Zhai Yuewen won't suddenly trick you into seeing your despicable and hypocritical side. It's been so hard since I've been a kid for so many years!"

Zhai Le didn't pay attention to his yin and yang strangeness, but held back tears with red eyes, and the knuckles of the right hand holding the sword turned white due to the restraint: "If you are not here tonight, I will definitely not let you go out alive. If one of you is not here... "

  Zhai Huan's younger brother asked, "What do you mean?"

  Zhai Le murmured in a low voice expressionlessly: "One of you must survive to continue Dafang's lineage. Uncle will have a dutiful son fall into the basin after a hundred years... You should be lucky for this!"

  Zhai Huan's younger brother clenched his teeth, not knowing what Zhai Le's words touched his bottom line, he suddenly disregarded the threat between his eyebrows, and went all out, kneeling to get close to Zhai Huan's body. Mouth roared: "Zhai Yuewen! Bah!"

  The scene was very chaotic, and none of them could stop him from going crazy.

"I am the real brother of your mother and compatriots! You ****&%￥... For so many years, so many brothers, you have only seen him, Zhai Xiaofang, who is going to die and plotting for him, plotting against Lao Tzu ...have the ability to let Zhai Xiaofang kill me!"

  He knew very well that Zhai Yuewen was murderous.

   As long as Zhai Le said "kill", Zhai Yuewen would really kill their brothers, and there would be no one left except Zhai Xiaofang! However, when Zhai Le begged for mercy, he was let go. Brother of the same mother, how could he not know what Zhai Huan was planning.

  If you kill, you will never suffer from future troubles.

   If you don't kill him, keep it for Zhai Le to show you kindness.

   The few of them teamed up to force the palace tonight, wanting to kill their own brother, if any one of them was stabbed out, it would be enough for him to die a thousand times! Such a handle fell into Zhai Le's hands, and because Zhai Le got his life back, wouldn't they spend the rest of their lives working like cows and horses for Zhai Le?

   Zhai Huan has painstakingly planned this for Zhai Le.

  Zhai Le, this little bastard, was even more irritating. What he said was just to tell them that any one who survived would be a stallion, and that the Dafang’s incense would continue. How could he bear this with his strong self-esteem? He is obviously his own elder brother, why should he give it up to Zhai Le?

   "Zhai Yuewen, get up for me!" He was so angry that he kicked out his shoes, wishing he could fly in Zhai Huan's face.

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  The farce ended when Zhai Le kicked him in the stomach. "Put on mourning clothes and kneel in front of brother's mourning hall to repent!"

  Zhai Huan's brother said: "I don't!"

   Zhai Le glanced at the young scribe. He didn't want his elder brother's mourning hall to be destroyed. The young scribe understood, raised his hand and made a [Quiet Voice], and the world was instantly quiet.

Zhai Lezai carefully tidied up Zhai Huan's remains, held the other's completely cold hand, after a while, got up and said to the young scribe, "Please stay here and watch them, I'll go...see uncle and tell my brother the news." he…"

  My brother killed the lord and founded the country, and my uncle went into seclusion.

  He was not happy with brother doing this.

   Looking at the current situation, the state power changes frequently. Once the throne is usurped and the country is established, it will be promoted from an ordinary family to a royal family. No one knows how long the Qu Kingdom can last, 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 pushed the Zhai family to the forefront.

   But these sons don’t understand. They only see power and benefits, and they only see that Zhai Huan has no children and a short life. Once the succession is either adopted by their heirs or passed on to one of them. He couldn't persuade him, so he had no choice but to keep out of sight.

   This night, the candles in the room were lit until dawn.

  When it was just dawn, a familiar breath appeared outside his door, and there was a sound of movement and landing.

  He looked down at the messy chessboard.

   With a long sigh, he threw the chess piece away.

   Cover your face with your hands to block your emotions at the moment. The room was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. An hour later, the door creaked open, but it wasn't Uncle Zhai Le who came out. Zhai Le, dressed in filial piety, raised his head and said in shock, "Father..."

  Biological father, was here last night?

  The latter explained mildly: "For the Father Himself."

   Volunteered to be his brother's hostage.

  He is clear about Zhai Huan's calculations, and even more aware of the grievances in the hearts of his nephews. Conflicts will erupt sooner or later. Some things cannot be stopped, but he and his elder brother have been brothers for decades, if... there are some things he must give each other an explanation.

  Zhai Le's face turned pale when he heard this.

  The dry and sleepy eyes were stained with tears again.

   "If something happened to my cousins ​​last night..."

  Zhai Le's father patted his son on the shoulder: "Brother won't do anything to my father, but my father can't act like nothing happened."

   Just finished speaking, a voice came from inside the room.

   "Ale, come in."

   Zhai Le hesitated and did not dare to move, nor did he dare to see the other party. Until the father on one side tapped him with his toe, he rushed to the room behind him and pouted, "Go in, your uncle won't eat you."

  It was already bright outside, but the inside of the house was still dark. By the dim candlelight, I saw a man sitting in the corner.

   This person is the previous patriarch of the Zhai clan and the father of Zhai Huan.

   "Uncle—"

   Zhai Le knelt down straight, making a gesture of apology.

   "The man has gold under his knees, what does it look like to kneel around casually?" The man put his hands down, his face could not hide his fatigue, he asked hoarsely, "What happened to your cousins?"

  Zhai Le said softly: "Kneel down and watch brother."

  The man was taken aback when he heard the words, and then murmured sadly and complicatedly for a while: "...the white-haired man gives the black-haired man."

   Zhai Huan is his proudest child.

  He experienced the taste of being a father for the first time in this child, watching Zhai Huan grow up from a small group to the present.

  Zhai Le said: "Uncle, my condolences."

The man shook his head and said, "Knowing a son is like a father. How can a father not know his son's temperament? I have already prepared for it, but you...are you hurt? You **** cousins, I'm afraid they will offend you." Less trouble."

   Zhai Le hesitated to speak: "Brother, before he died..."

  The man said: "The throne has been passed on to you, uncle knows."

   Zhai Le tremblingly said: "I shouldn't have this."

   "But you are your father's only blood."

   Zhai Le looked at him suspiciously, not understanding the cause and effect.

"Didn't you just say that? Knowing son is like father, I know Yuewen, and I know the other **** too. If you didn't win last night, you have no way out. If you are persecuted by any of them, uncle will give your father an explanation." , to pay off with their lives. Only when this hot potato is in your hands can they survive. You can tolerate them, but they cannot tolerate you."

  Zhai Le was even more ashamed and embarrassed when he heard the words, and said softly: "When they roared in the mourning hall, my nephew really had the intention to kill..."

The man caressed the top of his hair: "It's human nature to judge deeds, regardless of heart. Ale, you are a good boy. Others say that your brother is calm, but uncle doesn't think so. You are much better than your brother, no As capricious as he is..."

   Zhai Le sniffed: "Brother is the best."

   "Those cousins ​​of yours have shallow eyelids, and 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. It will be hard in the future."

  He looked at Zhai Le with kindness and guilt.

After Zhai Le went back, the news of Zhai Huan's death spread to the outside world. A group of courtiers came to cry, looking at the brothers Zhai Huan who were kneeling on the ground together, feeling a little puzzled—since Zhai Huan was critically ill, he began to look for a successor. These few have the intention of being "the king's younger brother", secretly win over the courtiers, and only have their ambitions written on their faces, how can they honestly guard the spirit?

   Reminiscent of the blood stains that were not thoroughly washed on the stone path...

  I'm afraid it was not peaceful last night.

  But no matter what, the regime was handed over smoothly.

   In the last half of his life, Zhai Huan sent troops to warn all the thoughtful neighbors nearby. There is no external threat for the time being. As long as there is no chaos in the country, it will be stable for two years.

   Zhai Le kneels to the spirit during the day and handles government affairs at night.

   At the beginning, I was a little unskilled, but with the help of Zhai Huan's team, I gradually started to get used to it. Even though he sleeps for less than half an hour a day, he can't stand the tyrannical physique of the warrior, so he forcibly held on and stabilized his position.

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

   Zhai Huan, a wicked ghost, doesn't like to deal with official documents.

   Zhai Le was just silent about this.

  After the coffin was over, and watched Zhai Huan's coffin be sealed, Zhai Le sent all his cousins ​​home to reflect, and was not allowed to go out without a will. Of course, the external argument was that they missed their deceased brother too much, so they voluntarily asked for an order to copy scriptures at home to accumulate virtue for Zhai Huan.

  The young scribe smacked his lips: "As expected of a brother."

   Exactly the same wayward.

  Zhai Huan hoped that Zhai Leshien and these cousins ​​would not be able to squeeze them with their hands? But Zhai Le obviously had his own ideas, he locked them all in confinement, and promoted several other members of the Zhai clan to quell the criticism within the clan.

   Zhai Le lowered the corners of his lips: "Anyway, no one cares about me."

  Uncle's family lived next to his parents, and the two elders lived in seclusion completely, and now Zhai Le is the eldest of the Zhai family.

   Zhai Le formally removed his mourning service on the second anniversary of his mourning.

  But, that's all for later.

   Around the time of Zhai Huan's death, in the northwest corner of the same continent, members of the original Dragon Slaying Bureau also fought to the worst extent. The land that has been dry and rainless has been raining continuously for a while, and there will be heavy rainstorms from time to time.

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

  Qin Li sighed: "He is not feeling well, so he asked for leave."

  At this time, a person snorted coldly: "Mr. Qin is sure that he is sick and asked for leave, or is he resentful and refuses to come?"

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   At this juncture, it is safer to play less.

  (end of this chapter)