MTL - Back Off, Let Me Come-Chapter 820 : Deceitful means [ask for a monthly ticket]

  Chapter 820 Chapter 820: Coaxing method【Ask monthly ticket】

  Although Zhao Feng spoke open-mindedly, after returning, he hugged his brother's spiritual tablet and cried with tears and snot all over his face. He cried like a ghost and howled like a wolf, screaming more horribly than a ghost, which attracted the attention of the people nearby, who all guessed why Zhao Feng was going crazy.

   "Could it be that the eldest niece's condition has changed?"

   "Impossible, didn't Lao Zhao say that the eldest niece is safe?"

I survived the most dangerous time, but when the wound was about to heal for no reason, I got squeaked. A violent man kicked away the curtain of Zhao Feng's tent, saw him crying while holding the spiritual tablet, and swallowed back the swear words , exit silently.

  Outside, there were people stretching their necks in pajamas and cloaks.

   Eyes asking what happened inside.

  The irascible waved his hand and sighed: "Old Zhao is thinking of his brother again, and he is feeling sad inside."

  When everyone heard the words, their anger dissipated instantly.

  The big guys have all come here through ups and downs. In those days when we were in the same boat and supported each other, the relationship between each other was already extraordinary, and so was the subordinate officer. For Zhao Feng, he is a real brother, how can he not feel uncomfortable?

"Let's go away. It's probably because Lao Zhao met something and saw something today, and he suddenly fell in love with the scene. Let him howl, and it will stop when he has vented enough." He waved his hand to signal everyone to go back to everyone and not to gather here. .”

  Everyone was relieved.

   Unexpectedly, Zhao Feng cried and howled in the middle of the night.

  When I met Zhao Feng in the morning, I didn't forget to complain to him.

Zhao Feng looked as usual at this time, not to mention crying hoarse voice, he didn't even have swollen eyelids, he rolled his eyes: "Why are you so delicate? No matter how loud I cry, you snore as much? Sleeping like a dead pig."

   You can't wake up even with thunderous snoring, so you're still hypocritical?

  Everyone: "..."

  If he was not in the barracks, he would reward Zhao Feng with a fat beating.

   Zhao Feng went to train the soldiers as usual, and the soldiers thought that today was just an ordinary day of preparation for war. Unexpectedly, the general seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, and the harshness made them weak even after many battles. After half a day, few of them could stand and talk.

  They were physically wounded and mentally attacked. All of a sudden, ghosts and wolves were howling everywhere in the school grounds, no less terribly than Zhao Feng yesterday. Zhao Feng's anomaly soon spread to Wu Xian's ears, and when he heard that Zhao Feng's anomaly came from mourning his subordinates last night, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, and stopped to express his condolences to Zhao Feng. The death of that subordinate seemed to be a thorn between them.

   I can’t pull it out, but it hurts when I keep it.

  Now I can only hope that Dayi can think about it.

  Believe that time will dilute everything.

  Wu Xian rubbed his sore and swollen bridge of nose, sighed wearily, and soon cheered up again, raising the corners of his lips.

  Lovely eyes fell on the boy waiting beside him, and he nodded at him. Not waiting for the young man to cheer, he said again: "It's just that the battle between the two armies is about to start, so we can only stroll around Chaoli Pass, and we can't run too far, understand?"

  The second son’s birthday is approaching, and Wu Xian will prepare gifts for him every year, but the child says that the army is tight, and he doesn’t want to spend money, as long as he can take him out to play and hunt. Wu Xian smiled and said, "Apart from this, don't you want anything else?"

The handsome young man with high-spirited eyebrows shook his head, his eyes filled with the child's admiration for his father: "It is enough for my son to have his father to accompany him on his birthday... Father has been so busy recently, my son wants to see you, so I would like to say a few more words to you It's hard..."

  Wu Xian's heart was slightly touched.

  Remembering in a daze, he had indeed not been with his son for a long time, so he agreed to his son's request after a little consideration. The father and son went out to hunt together in Tianhai from time to time, shuttled through the dense forest, and galloped across the hunting grounds. He still taught his son's archery by hand.

  Wu Xian sighed: "This is for the father, isn't it?"

  This son is very much like him. The father and son have a bad temper. When they quarrel, neither will let the other go. But maybe it is because they are getting older and sensible, and they have learned to understand how difficult it is for him to be a father. How can he not like it? Using a birthday gift in exchange for his company, I think he really missed him, but he really ignored the child. Wu Xian beckoned to the left and right to prepare the hunting items.

  Father and son enjoyed themselves happily.

   But he didn't know that there was another son whose eyes were red with jealousy.

  It was as if a dark poisonous snake was entangled in his chest, entwining his heart. As the muscles squirmed and contracted a little bit, he had the illusion that his heart was crushed and burst. Not only that, but the poisonous snake was dripping with venom that could seal blood in one's throat, polluting his heart bit by bit. He questioned and roared uncontrollably in his heart, with a hideous face!

  Jealousy and hatred distorted his facial features.

   "Prince?"

  The male voice as clear as water awakened his sinking mind.

  He suddenly woke up a little bit, looked at the man sitting in front of him with horror and worry, and lowered his head anxiously: "I, I was distracted just now, please don't blame me..."

  Qin Li's eyes were very dark at the moment, so dark that he couldn't see his specific emotions, he looked at the eldest son with pity and kindness: "Your eldest son doesn't need to apologize, it's not a big deal at all."

Zhao Feng, a cheap teacher, has no time to take care of him, and the closest attendant around the eldest son was silenced for reporting the "second son's plot to kill the eldest son". a batch.

  Although the eldest son is still hugging each other when he travels, he doesn't have a confidant inside, and he doesn't feel safe at all.

  Lost the only spiritual haven, the eldest son's sense of existence became more and more transparent. People who didn't know thought he was patronized by Cui Xiao's [turning a blind eye]. Compared with his younger brother who shines like a pearl, the eldest son is just a worthless shriveled fish eye, curled up in the darkest corner and no one cares about him. In this state of young man, whose mentality can develop healthily?

  The eldest son's eyes are moist.

   Facing Qin Li's gentleness and friendliness, his eyes were slightly hot.

  Qin Li laughed and said, "Young Master also wants to go hunting?"

  The eldest son lowered his head sadly, put his hands on his knees, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Well, I think, it's just that the student's archery skills are mediocre. If I follow the past, it will make my father feel bad..."

When he was very young, he knew that his father liked Yunwen Yunwu's younger brother very much, and because his younger brother was the second son, he did not have the burden of inheriting the family business. Always be gentle.

  However, his talent is poor, he is slow to learn everything, and his personality is not pleasing. His father looked at him from expectation at the beginning, and gradually became disappointed, and finally he didn't even bother to give alms when he was disappointed. This cognition made him suffer. He worked hard to learn to be an heir, to be a good brother, hoping to be a role model for them...but it was too difficult, and he couldn't learn anything.

   Not to mention such an outstanding second brother from a compatriot, even the concubine brothers from Mrs. Fang learned faster than him. It took him only a few years for enlightenment to leave him far behind. Instead, he wanted to learn from his younger brother. If he were the father, he would be disappointed too.

   It's just that he doesn't understand that he is also his father's son.

  In addition to his lack of outstanding performance, his admiration for his father is no less than that of his younger brothers. Why can't his father love him a little more? Let him be so unembarrassed, let his second brother dislike him, and even try to poison him...

  His only loyal squire was silenced.

  Father said that this is the end of the matter, and protecting the second brother is tantamount to ignoring his life. In the extreme isolation and helplessness, he got into a dead end, but at the same time, he also had a thought-whether even his father was looking forward to his death?

  Establishing a lineage must be long, so that the coveted evil of the common people can be eliminated, and the source of cholera can be cut off. Even if he is the second son of his aunt, he is also a concubine. Because only the eldest son is the big sect, and no matter whose belly the rest of the brothers come out from, they are all small sects. As long as he is dead and no longer occupies the title of the eldest son, the second younger brother will naturally become the legitimate heir, and no one else will argue.

  However, he is still alive.

  He himself wants to live on.

  Are mediocre people not qualified to live in the world?

  Father was disappointed by his mediocrity, but why would he want to be mediocre? He had no choice, and the title of heir was also forced into his hands, not what he wanted! For so many years, how much hard work, sweat and painstaking effort he has put in behind his back, has his father seen it?

  The strong desire to survive and jealousy became the fertilizer to water his ambitions. While looking at Qin Li timidly, showing weakness in a low voice, he also hoped that the other party would show some mercy to him.

   There is really no one in his hands who can use it!

   Qin Li in front of him is willing to give alms of kindness, which is a life-saving straw for him! He knew very well in his heart that the concept of Qin etiquette was traditional, and he had always been a supporter of the succession of the eldest son. Although he fell out of favor with his father, Qin Li is capable. If he can make plans for himself, his situation will be much better. No matter how bad it is, as long as the other party helps him, he can always live better!

  His pity really made Qin Li feel a little empathy.

   "Archery? I know a little bit. If the eldest son doesn't dislike it, why don't you take advantage of the good weather today to go to the school grounds?"

  The eldest son was overjoyed, and a little joy appeared on his face, but he was quickly suppressed by him, and he couldn't ask for more.

   As for Qin Li?

   Well, he also wished for it.

   Don't look at Qin Li's literati and Confucian shirt, which looks fragile, but there is also a well-defined outline under the robe, and his arms can easily draw a two-stone bow. With a distance of more than 150 steps, he can easily shoot through the archery target without any additional cultural energy. This hand made the eldest son's eyes shine, he begged Qin Li to teach himself, realized something was wrong, and blushed slightly.

  Qin Li didn't seem to see his embarrassment, and said with a smile: "I'm free these days, if the eldest son really wants to learn, he should study hard..."

  He patiently guided the eldest son's every action.

   "Yes, that's it, keep your arms steady..."

  The eldest son's arm strength was a little short, so Qin Li helped him draw the bowstring together. The arrow leaves the string and hits the bullseye.

"The longbow used by archers is not suitable for the eldest son. Go back and help the eldest son make one, and practice more in private to find the feel. Not to mention a hundred shots, it is still possible to shoot the prey." Qin Li shared a lot of experience and promised to help He made one for himself.

  The eldest son was astonished: "Sir, can you make bows?"

Qin Li had a friendly smile, which was different from the seriousness in the impression of the eldest son, and the person in front of him was more lively: "I learned a little when I was young, but it's just been abandoned for many years, and my craftsmanship is not as good as that of a craftsman. Don't be disgusted by the eldest son... "

  The eldest son shook his head like a rattle.

  How could he dislike it?

  Qin Li, who was used by his father, is willing to get close to him, good start! Regardless of his young age and mediocre talent, he still has some scheming learned from his ears and eyes. He also wondered why Qin Li would suddenly come to get close to him. Everyone knew that his eldest son was not welcomed by his father and was precarious. It would be of no benefit to seek refuge with him, but Qin Li didn't give him a chance to be suspicious.

   Pull out Zhao Feng's shield.

  Bluntly speaking, it was Zhao Feng who was worried about the eldest son as a student, and privately spoke kind words to Qin Li. Qin Li was entrusted by others, and because he was free recently, he cared about the eldest son. The two only talk about personal friendship, not serious business, and it's hard for others to say anything...

  The answer made the eldest son feel relieved and at the same time disappointed. The former is because Qin Li's purpose of approaching is very simple, and the latter is because Qin Li's reason for approaching is too simple! Make him happy in vain.

  Qin Li took the eldest son to stay in the school yard all afternoon.

  With the gentle and careful encouragement and guidance of a good teacher, the eldest son's squishy archery skills are really good, which gave him great confidence.

  The two parted, Qin Li returned to the tent with a smile on his face.

  There is a pair of resentful eyes in the tent, Zhao Feng has been waiting for him for a long time: "Why did Gong Su get close to the eldest son?"

  Qin Li's expression was as usual: "The eldest son is alone, it's pitiful, so I played with him on the school ground for a while."

   It was a pleasant afternoon.

  Zhao Feng was almost choked and speechless.

  The news last night made him sleepless all night in pain. He didn't believe that Gong Su didn't have any resentment, let alone the next day Wen Rourou went to get close to the eldest son who had been avoiding suspicion before. Zhao Feng knew this, his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

   blurted out angrily: "What's wrong with him?"

  Qin Li's eyes darkened: "It's really pitiful."

   Zhao Feng almost didn't bring it up in one breath.

   It's just that he never questioned Qin Li's decision.

   Zhao Feng was silent, but Qin Li started to ask questions.

   "Dayi feels incomprehensible?"

  Zhao Fengdao: "At this time, don't make extra troubles."

  Since you want to break cleanly, you should make a clean break.

"Extraordinary issues? Why isn't it appropriate?" Qin Li let out a smirk in a strange tone, then changed the topic, and the topic turned to the lingering evil conspiracy, "Not to mention, Qi Yuanliang's tricks of deceiving people's trust are pretty good. Easy to use."

  Zhao Feng was puzzled: "Cheat the eldest son to trust?"

  What's the use of a cowardly and mediocre eldest son? Although he didn't say it, but Zhao Feng's face was written, Qin Li lowered his eyes and smiled coldly: "Dayi, do you think I have resentment towards the lord?"

   Zhao Feng didn't know how to answer.

  Qin Li calmly said: "I have."

  Zhao Feng asked in a daze: "So?"

  Qin Li: "Send the Lord a lesson."

  Zhao Feng was at a loss: "A lesson?"

"The disobedient lord, what's the use of keeping it? But Qin has some conscience and can't do the evil deed of killing the lord, so it's just a small lesson." Qin Li can bear the piles of these years, But the death of Zhao Feng's subordinate touched the bottom line.

   In a way—

  Their family died for him, Qin Gongsu!

   This blood debt should be recovered by him!

  Zhao Feng vaguely understood something, looked at Qin Li with some horror, but still the same sentence - he would not question Qin Li's decision, Qin Li is the son of Qin, and has been for the rest of his life!

  He said: "Good!"

  Qin Li caressed the letter in his hand, lowered his eyes: "If Qi Yuanliang, he should use Wu Zhaode to go hunting at this moment. The arrangement is reasonable, but I have some conscience after all."

  For example, if you die your son, you will feel the pain of the heart.

  Zhao Feng: "... indeed."

   Yes, but not many.

   Back then, Qin Gongzi, now Qin Gongsu - hated Yuan Liang, understood Yuan Liang, became Yuan Liang.

   PS: There is a bug in Wu Xian’s second son here, so I flipped through the previous article and changed it a bit.

  (end of this chapter)