Daqin Baizhisheng

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Tải ảnh: 0.043s Scan: 0.022sAt this point, Xiong Qi was still not clear that his father already knew everything, and also knew the role he played in his brother's murder.

"Father, please listen to my explanation...it is not what you think.……"Xiong Qi panicked and was afraid. This fear was different from the awe he had in the past. This fear came from the unfamiliarity and coldness he felt towards his father.

Yang Quanjun's eyes suddenly became sharp. It was obvious that he didn't want to hear any so-called explanations. He interrupted with a shout,"Enough. I don't want to hear these."……"

He looked at his son with a half-smile, as if he was watching a huge joke. After a long while, he slowly said,"You are young and smart, with a clear and broad mind. You are very sincere to your father and very kind to your brother. No one in the mansion or outside the mansion doesn't like you. Even your father has been tempted to make you the heir. Zhan'er is incompetent and has a stupid brain. If you are in charge of the mansion, my Xiong Mi lineage can prosper forever. But you……"

"Enough!" Xiong Qi repeated the same two words to his father. After the father and son talked frankly, Xiong Qi's fear was gone. His respect and fear for his father, as well as his resentment for his elder brother, all turned into flames of anger at this moment.

"If father really wanted me to inherit the family business, then why did he let me manage the business of Wangyue Tower (the one opposite Jinxianju)!

? If father really wanted me to inherit your position, then why did you block me from contacting Luowang again and again!

? If father is really impartial, then why can my elder brother go to the palace to study with His Royal Highness the Prince, while I, and I, can only go to the so-called largest private school in Xianyang City in the west of the city for enlightenment!

?"

"These are what your father wants to train you.……"Yang Quanjun said with a wry smile, but once he said it, even he felt how pale and weak this reason was. He could not deny that he did favor his eldest son in many ways.

The biased father fell silent, slumped down on the couch, and seemed to be still experiencing inner torture.

"In terms of filial piety, I, Xiong Qi, greet my parents on time three times a day, but what about Xiong Zhan!

?"At this moment, Xiong Qi has made up his mind.

Today, he wants to let out the resentment that he has been holding in his heart for more than ten years.

"Xiong Zhan is nowhere to be seen early in the morning every day.

He runs off to hang out with those bad friends!

In terms of ability, I make suggestions for Prince Cheng Jiao and win over court officials.

Who in the court doesn't say that I am capable? And what about Xiong Zhan? What has he done, except causing trouble?"

I don't know how much he said or how long he talked. He didn't stop venting until he felt a little breathless and his chest rose and fell when he breathed. After catching his breath, he said slowly:"I have done so much, what for?"

Xiong Qi's face gradually became ferocious, and the ferocity revealed in the depths of his eyes was so fierce that even Yang Quanjun, his father, dodged in fear and dared not look directly at him.

Xiong Zhan's coffin was placed in the yard not far from the room, and people were guarding around it with lights on.

Xiong Qi glanced coldly a few times, retracted his gaze, and walked straight out.

If he still felt guilty and guilty about his brother's death before returning home, then now, he no longer has a trace of regret in his heart, but endless joy and indifference.

When he reached the door, Xiong Qi suddenly turned around, looked at his father, and said in a voice cold to the point of freezing:"If you want to avenge Xiong Zhan, then go and report me.

Of course, you will suffer the consequences of having no descendants!

"

Xiong Qi had full confidence that his father would not inform on him, because now, he was the only blood of Lord Yangquan.

After saying this, he opened the door and stepped into the cold night without looking back. A cold moon hung high in the sky. The conversation between the father and son lasted from dusk to late at night.

In the quiet and dim study, bursts of sneers rang out at some point, and the more they laughed, the hoarser they became, like the cries of evil spirits, which frightened those who heard them. That was Lord Yangquan mocking himself, mocking his own stupidity and incompetence, his failure in officialdom, and his family's failure.

After a long time, the laughter stopped, and Lord Yangquan's resolute voice echoed in the empty study:"Haha, I really can't bear to be like a tiger eating its own cubs, but... Qi'er, you underestimate me too much. If you want to set a trap, then I won't let you and Chengjiao have your wish!"

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Xiong Qi walked in the empty and quiet backyard, and couldn't help turning his head to look at his elder brother's coffin. The soul-calling lamps around the coffin were lit for a long time under the protection of the servants. It was unknown whether Xiong Zhan could return to the soul and rest in peace with the light.

At this time, a male voice suddenly sounded behind him:"Master Xiong Qi, have you seen your father?"

Xiong Qi's fingers clenched subconsciously, and because he used too much force, his nails scratched his skin, and blood dripped out.

""Lao Ai, did you tell father?" Xiong Qi asked without turning his head.

Lao Ai walked out from the darkness and stood a few feet behind Xiong Qi. The sinister smile on the corner of his mouth made him look evil.

Lao Ai said in a hoarse voice:"It's not me who said it, it's the news that Yangquan Jun went to Wanxiangmen to buy it."

Xiong Qi frowned:"Wanxiangmen actually betrayed the buyer?"

Lao Ai shook his head and explained with a smile:"Wanxiangmen is just a middleman, and they are not the ones who killed people. As long as the money is enough, everything can be discussed." Xiong

Qi was furious. He waved his sleeves, turned around abruptly, stared at his evil and strange eyes, felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and his tone was very impolite:"What about you, what do you want from me! ?"

Lao Ai smiled mysteriously:"The time is not right... I can't say."