Back Off, Let Me Come

Although Zhao Feng said he was open-minded, after returning home, he held his brother's memorial tablet and cried until his face was covered with tears and runny nose. He cried like a ghost and howled like a wolf, and his screams were even more piercing than those of a ghost, which attracted the attention of everyone nearby, and they all speculated that Zhao Feng was going crazy.

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

"No way. Didn't Lao Zhao say that the eldest niece is fine?"

He survived the most dangerous times, but it was unreasonable that he died just when his wounds were almost healed. Someone with a bad temper kicked open the curtain of Zhao Feng's tent and saw him holding the memorial tablet and crying. He swallowed the curse words that came to his mouth. , exit silently.

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

His eyes asked what was going on inside.

The grumpy man waved his hands and sighed: "Old Zhao is thinking of his brother again, who is feeling sad inside."

When everyone heard this, their anger dissipated instantly.

We all have come here through ups and downs. In those days of supporting each other through thick and thin, our relationship with each other has already been extraordinary, and so did the official. For Zhao Feng, he is a real brother and sister, so how can he not feel uncomfortable?

"Let's break up. I guess Lao Zhao happened to see something today and got emotional for a moment. Let him howl and stop when he has vented enough." He waved his hand to signal everyone to go back to their respective places and not to gather here. "Gongsu is here, it's okay. .”

Only then did everyone feel relieved.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Feng cried and howled for half the night.

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

Zhao Feng's expression was as usual at this time. Not to mention his voice was hoarse from crying. His eyelids were not swollen. He rolled his eyes: "Why are you so squeamish? No matter how loud I cry, can I still snore louder than you? Snoring is better than thunder, what else can I do?" Slept like a dead pig.”

The thunderous snoring can't wake you up, why are you so pretentious?

Everyone: "..."

If he were not in the military camp, he would have given Zhao Feng a good beating.

Zhao Feng went to train the soldiers as usual, and the soldiers thought that today was just an ordinary day to prepare for war. Unexpectedly, the general seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, and the harshness made them weak in the legs after having experienced hundreds of battles. After a long time, few people could still stand and talk.

They suffered severe physical injuries and mental attacks. For a time, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling all over the school grounds, no less shrill than Zhao Feng's yesterday. Zhao Feng's abnormality quickly reached Wu Xian's ears. When he heard that Zhao Feng's abnormality was caused by mourning his subordinates last night, he couldn't help but look a little embarrassed and took a break to express his condolences to Zhao Feng. The death of that official seemed to be a thorn in the side between them.

I can't pull it out, and it still hurts a lot.

Now I can only hope that Dayi will be more open-minded.

I believe time will dilute everything.

Wu Xian rubbed the bridge of his sore and swollen nose, sighed tiredly, quickly cheered up again, and raised the corners of his lips.

His loving eyes fell on the young man waiting beside him, and he nodded towards him. Without waiting for the young man to cheer for joy, he added: "It's just that the war between the two armies is about to begin, so we can only stroll around Chaoliguan and not go too far. Do you understand?"

The birthday of his second son was approaching, and Wu Xian would prepare gifts for him every year. However, the child said that the army was in short supply and he did not want to spend money, as long as he could take him out for fun and hunting. Wu Xian smiled and said, "Apart from this, don't you want anything else?"

The handsome young man with high-spirited features shook his head, his eyes filled with the admiration of a child for his father: "It is enough for my son to have his father by his side to celebrate his birthday... My father has been so busy recently, and my son wants to meet you and say a few words to you. It’s hard to say…”

Wu Xian's heart was slightly touched.

He vaguely remembered that he had indeed not gotten along with his son for a long time, so he agreed to his son's request after some deliberation. When they were in Tianhai, their father and son would go hunting together from time to time, traveling through the dense forests and exploring the hunting grounds. He taught his son's archery step by step.

Wu Xian sighed: "This is not a father's fault."

This son is very much like him. The father and son have a bad temper, and neither one gives in to the other when they quarrel. But maybe he is getting older and wiser, and has learned to understand the difficulties of being a father. How could he not like this? Using a birthday gift in exchange for her company, I think she really missed him, and he really ignored the child. Wu Xian waved to the people around him to prepare hunting items.

The father and son enjoyed themselves happily.

Little did he know that there was another son whose eyes were red with jealousy.

It was as if a dark snake was entangled in his chest and wrapped around his heart. As the muscles squirmed, a little bit of contraction force gave him the illusion that his heart was being squeezed. Not only that, the poisonous snake was also dripping with venom that could make people bleed and seal their throats, polluting his heart bit by bit. He was questioning and roaring uncontrollably in his heart, with a ferocious face!

Jealousy and hatred distorted his features.

"Eldest Young Master?"

The clear male voice awakened his sinking mind.

He suddenly woke up a little, looked at the man sitting in front of him with fear and worry, and lowered his head nervously: "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 any specific emotions. He looked at the eldest son with pity and kindness: "You don't need to apologize, eldest son, it's not a big deal."

Zhao Feng, a cheap teacher, had no time to take care of him. The closest attendant to the eldest son was silenced for reporting that "the second son conspired to kill the eldest son." Wu Xian believed that there was a villain around the eldest son who was bewitching their brothers and started to clean up the wall. A batch.

Although the eldest son is still surrounded by people when he travels, there is no close confidant inside, so he does not feel safe at all.

Having lost his only spiritual haven, the eldest son's existence became more and more transparent. People who didn't know it thought he was being patronized by Cui Xiao. Compared with his younger brother who shines like a pearl, the eldest son is just a worthless shriveled fish eye, huddled in the darkest corner with no one caring about him. Who of the young men in this state can develop healthily mentally?

The eldest son's eyes were moist.

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

Qin Li smiled and said, "The eldest son also wants to hunt?"

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

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. Even though his father was equally strict with the two brothers, he still had strict requirements for his younger brother. Always be gentle.

However, his talent was poor, he was slow to learn anything, and his personality was not pleasant. His father's eyes when he looked at him gradually changed from expectation to disappointment, and in the end he was even too lazy to give charity to him when he was disappointed. This realization made him painful. He tried hard to learn to be an heir, a good brother, and hoped 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, even the concubine brothers of Madam Side learned faster than him. It only took a few years for him to be enlightened and left him far behind. Instead, he had to learn from his younger brother. If he were the father, he would be disappointed too.

But he didn't understand that he was also his father's son.

Apart from not being outstanding in performance, his admiration for his father is no less than that of his brothers. Why can't his father love him more? Let him be so embarrassed, let his second brother dislike him, and even try to poison him...

His only loyal attendant was also silenced.

The father said that this matter was over, and shielding the second brother was tantamount to disregarding his life. In the extreme isolation and helplessness, he got into trouble, but at the same time, he also had the idea - was even his father looking forward to his death?

Only by establishing a long-term heir can we eliminate the covetousness of the common people and cut off the source of cholera. Even the second son of a legitimate mother is considered a concubine. Because only the direct eldest son is the big sect, and the rest of the brothers are all minor sects, no matter whose belly they come from. As long as he dies and no longer holds the title of legitimate eldest brother, the second brother will naturally become the legitimate heir, and others will not argue.

However, he is still alive.

He himself wanted to continue living.

Are mediocre people not qualified to live in this world?

His father was disappointed with his mediocrity, but why did he want to be mediocre? He had no choice. The title of heir apparent was forced into his hands, not what he wanted! Has his father ever seen how much hard work, sweat, and effort he has put in over the years?

The strong desire to survive and jealousy became the fertilizer for irrigating his ambition. While he looked at Qin Li timidly and showed weakness in a low voice, he also hoped that the other party would show mercy to him.

He really has no one he can use!

The Qin Li in front of him was willing to show kindness, which was a life-saving straw for him! He knew very well that Qin's traditional concept of etiquette had always been a supporter of inheritance from the direct eldest son. Although he fell out of favor with his father, Qin Li was capable. If he could plan for himself, his situation would be much better. No matter how bad it is, it's just like this. As long as the other party helps him, he can always live a better life!

His pity really made Qin Li feel a little sympathetic.

"Archery? I do know a little bit about it. If you don't mind it, eldest son, why don't you take advantage of the nice weather today to take a walk around the school grounds?"

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

As for Qin Li?

Well, he couldn't ask for it either.

Even though Qin Li looked frail in his scholar's robe, he still had clear outlines under his robe, and his arms could easily draw a two-stone bow. From a distance of more than 150 steps, he can easily shoot through the target without any bonus of literary spirit. The eldest son's eyes lit up after seeing this hand, and he begged Qin Li to teach him. He realized something was wrong and blushed slightly.

Qin Li didn't seem to notice his embarrassment and said with a smile: "I have been free recently. If the eldest son really wants to learn, he should study hard..."

He patiently guided every move of the eldest son.

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

The eldest son's arm strength was a little weak, so Qin Li helped him pull the bow string hand in hand. The arrow leaves the string and hits the bull's-eye.

"The long bow used by the archer is not suitable for the eldest son. I will go back and help him make one. I will practice more in private to find the feel. Not to mention that I will always hit the target, but I will be able to shoot a few prey." Qin Li shared a lot of experience and promised to help. He tailor-made one.

The eldest son was shocked: "Sir, can you make a bow?"

Qin Li smiled kindly, which was different from the seriousness of speech in the impression of the eldest son. The person in front of him was more lively and popular: "I learned some skills when I was young, but I have been neglecting them for many years. My craftsmanship is not as good as that of a craftsman. Don't dislike it, eldest son... …”

The eldest son shook his head like a rattle.

How could he dislike it?

Qin Li, whom his father once valued, is willing to get close to him, which is a good start! Even though he is young and has mediocre talents, he still has some scheming skills that he has learned from ear to ear. He also wondered why Qin Li suddenly came to get close to him. Everyone knew that he, the direct elder, was not favored by his father and was in a precarious situation. There was no benefit in taking refuge with him, but Qin Li did not give him a chance to doubt.

Pull out Zhao Feng as a shield.

Frankly speaking, Zhao Feng couldn't bear to worry about the eldest son as a student, so he said good things to Qin Li in private. Qin Li was entrusted by others, and since he had been free recently, he cared about the eldest son. The two of them only talked about personal relations, not serious matters, and it was hard for others to say anything...

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

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

With a good teacher's gentle and careful encouragement and guidance, the eldest son's poor archery skills are actually much better, which gives him great confidence.

The two parted, and Qin Li returned to the camp with a smile.

There was a pair of resentful eyes in the tent. Zhao Feng waited for him here for a long time: "Why did Gong Su get close to the eldest son?"

Qin Li's expression was as usual: "The eldest son was alone, which was very pitiful, so he played with him in the school grounds for a while."

I had a great time this afternoon.

Zhao Feng was almost choked and speechless.

Last night's news made him so painful that he couldn't sleep all night. He didn't believe that Gong Su didn't have any resentment, let alone Wen Wenrou the next day to get close to the eldest son who had been avoiding suspicion before. When Zhao Feng knew this, his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

He was so angry that he blurted out: "What's so pitiful about him?"

Qin Li's eyes were dark: "It's really pitiful."

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

However, he never questions Qin Li's decision.

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

"Does Dayi find it incomprehensible?"

Zhao Fengdao: "Don't make trouble at this time."

Since you want to cut it off cleanly, then cut it off completely.

"An extraneous incident? Why isn't it appropriate?" Qin Li chuckled in a strange tone, and the topic turned to the evil conspiracy that lingered, "Not to mention, Qi Yuanliang's tricks of deceiving people's trust are quite good. Easy to use.”

Zhao Feng was puzzled: "Deceive the eldest son into trusting you?"

Is there any use for a cowardly and mediocre young master? Although he didn't say it, Zhao Feng wrote on his face. Qin Li lowered his eyes and smiled coldly: "Da Yi, do you think I have any resentment towards the lord?"

Zhao Feng didn't know how to answer.

Qin Li said calmly: "I have."

Zhao Feng asked in confusion: "So?"

Qin Li: "Teach my lord a lesson."

Zhao Feng was confused: "Lesson?"

"What's the use of keeping my disobedient lord? But Qin still has some conscience and can't commit the evil act of killing his lord, so it's just a small lesson." Qin Li can endure all the incidents in these years. But the death of Zhao Feng's subordinate officer touched the bottom line.

To some extent——

Their family died for Qin Gongsu!

This blood debt should be paid for by him!

Zhao Feng vaguely understood something, and looked at Qin Li with a frightened look, but he still said the same thing - he would not question Qin Li's decision, Qin Li is Mr. Qin, he will be for the rest of his life!

He said: "Okay!"

Qin Li stroked the slip in his hand and lowered his eyes: "If Qi Yuanliang was here, he would probably use Wu Zhaode to go hunting at this moment. The arrangement is reasonable, but after all, I have some conscience."

For example, if your son dies, you will feel the heartache.

Zhao Feng: "... Indeed there is."

Yes, but not much.

The young master of Qin back then is now the young master of Qin - he hated Yuan Liang, understood Yuan Liang, and became Yuan Liang.

PS: Wu Xian’s second son has a bit of a bug here. He read the previous article and changed it a bit.