The deep night shrouded the mountains and forests on the outskirts of the city.
Without the embellishment of thousands of lights, the night is pure and extreme black.
Fortunately, there was still a half-moon overhead, which cast a faint light and illuminated this team of exhausted knights.
In a forest more than forty miles east of Zhongjing City, the leader slowly reined in his horse and brought the entire team to a stop.
The horses were tied to the side to eat grass, and everyone gathered in a circle in strict discipline and ate the dry food in silence.
He has been running away non-stop since receiving the news, and now he can finally take a break.
The sparse moonlight shone from the leaves, like a burst of lingering snow, adding a bit of desolation to everyone.
"Mr. Yuan, is the master really dead?"
A knight spoke softly, causing everyone else to look up at the leading man.
That man was the capable subordinate who usually served Qin Sichao. Hearing this, he silently took a mouthful of dry food and organized the words in his mind while chewing.
"Yes, the lord is dead. But the lord is dead, but his ambition to resist the tyranny of the fatuous king and create a new world has not died! That is also our ambition!"
He looked at the people who were shocked by his words, and used the moonlight to scan the familiar faces, "Have you ever thought about why the Lord decided to die decisively when he could temporarily bow his head and admit his mistake?"
Everyone looked at him in silence, waiting for his answer.
"The reason is hidden in his words! He is unwilling to bow to this decadent court, and he is unwilling to bow to that fatuous tyrant! His words have opened up the scars that the Great Xia court has whitewashed! His words will also It will ignite the anger of the entire world! His words are also paving the way for what we will do next!"
He roared: "Every one of us is burdened with a blood feud. Fortunately, we were saved and taken in by the lord. Now the lord is gone, but his legacy is still there, and our hatred is still there! Next, let us uphold it together. My lord’s legacy will shatter the rivers and mountains of Great Xia in exchange for a peaceful and prosperous age that belongs to us!”
"If it belongs to a man, just follow me! If it belongs to a coward, leave now! This is the fate between you and me in this life!"
Immediately, someone said without hesitation: "I would like to follow Mr. Yuan!"
The rest of the people agreed one after another, and in the end no one left, and they all shouted, "I would like to follow Mr. Yuan!"
Mr. Yuan laughed and said, "As expected, they are all my good brothers! Don't worry, the lord has already planned an escape route for us! Let's go!"
"Mr. Yuan, where are we going?"
Mr. Yuan got on his horse, looked ahead, and said boldly: "Longshouzhou!"
After a while, the sound of hooves disappeared deep into the forest.
——
The Qin family is brightly lit.
The mourning hall had been set up in the afternoon, welcoming a steady stream of people who came to pay their respects.
In the room behind the mourning hall, the old head of the Qin family sat in the middle, and the elders of the clan gathered together.
Patriarch Qin lowered his eyes and said weakly: "Now that the Prime Minister's Mansion has fallen, the clan elders who previously accepted the benefits of the Prime Minister's Mansion should stand up for themselves."
With these words, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
But everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one made any move.
Patriarch Qin suddenly raised his head, and a light flashed in his turbid old eyes, passing over the faces of the clan elders. Many people subconsciously lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.
"Now, it has been found out that Xiangfu is the real culprit who assassinated Yuwen. You are also his elders. Don't you feel a little bit guilty in your heart? His body is still in the mourning hall waiting to be buried!"
"Don't have this sweet dream that if Qin Sichao dies, no one will know about it. It's about rebellion. Even how long Qin Sichao can last in bed will be revealed. How can you hide such a bad thing?"
"Tonight I am giving you a chance. If you say it now, everything will stop in this room. You only need to hand over the property you are in charge of, and I will distribute it to you. You will still be the elders of the clan, and you will still have countless glory. Wealth. But if Heibingtai finds out afterwards, you will be expelled from the family, removed from the family tree, and not allowed to be buried in the ancestral graves after your death! When the time comes, don’t say that I didn’t give you a chance!"
After a long silence, an old man stood up and said, "Master, I was indeed bewitched by the Prime Minister and promised to help them achieve the goal of uniting the clan, but I did not assist them in assassinating Yuwen, nor did I accept their money or property."
Patriarch Qin sneered and waited quietly without comment.
The second old man stood up again.
Then, the third, the fourth, the fifth
After a while, a total of six of the nine elders of the Qin family, excluding the old patriarch, stood up.
The remaining two clan elders looked at each other and couldn't help but feel scared.
The old head of the family laughed angrily, "Okay, that's really good. With everyone's help, why worry about the Prime Minister's office failing! If it weren't for Mr. Xia, our Qin family might have been completely wiped out by his Prime Minister's office!"
Everyone lowered their heads in silence, not knowing whether they were really ashamed or just trying to avoid the spotlight.
But since the old Patriarch Qin made this move, he was naturally well prepared.
He directly took back all the properties managed by these six clan veterans, and then after some wrangling, using the power of the prime minister's downfall, after the mourning hall, the power recovery was finally completed.
The head of the Qin family personally pushed the wheelchair and sent his father back to his residence after struggling most of the night.
Walking on the road, he whispered: "Father, are you a little too hasty? Now that the matter is over, shouldn't our Qin family put stability first?"
"You know nothing!"
Listening to his son's stupid words, the old family leader was speechless and said: "If we don't do this now, we won't have the chance to do it in the future, and we won't be able to do it!"
He hated iron and said: "You don't understand the principle that if you don't have long-term worries, you will have immediate worries. If the Qin family was really the head of the family, it would be gone long ago!"
A strong father is likely to have a weak son. The head of the Qin family has long been accustomed to such words. He did not get angry when he heard this, but asked doubtfully: "What are you thinking about?"
The old head of the family almost lost the energy to carry it over. After a while, he entered the house and said slowly: "You haven't thought about it. If your son is gone, who will inherit the Qin family next?"
The head of the Qin family suddenly realized it. He frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up, "Then how many more concubines should I take in for a while?"
The old patriarch was so angry that he took off the jade ring on his hand and smashed it, "Can't you see that you have such an outstanding daughter in front of you? Why don't you try hard enough to give birth to a idiot like you?"
The head of the Qin family didn't pay attention to his father's daily humiliation, and asked in surprise: "Pass it to Ali?"
The old patriarch snorted, "Otherwise, what do you think I would do if I took over the power? Just to prevent these people from speaking out against it!"
"But what happens after that?"
"What's the point? Just give birth to a son named Qin."
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The exciting night slowly passed, and the sky returned to Zhongjing City.
And this day was also the day when Qin Yuwen, the eldest son of the Qin family, was buried nearly a month after the funeral.
Early in the morning, Xia Jingyun also got up early, and was about to go out with Chen Fugui to the Qin family for a funeral. When he arrived at the door, he heard a loud commotion.
He quietly walked over and stretched his neck to take a look.
Damn it! Good guy!
Outside the gate of the Hou Mansion, where not many people come on weekdays, there is a line of carriages that can't even be seen.
When those people saw Xia Jingyun's figure, they immediately rushed towards the Hou Mansion, yelling as if they had taken medicine.
I originally wanted to ask for leave, and I have already redeemed the leave application form, but after thinking about it, I decided to stick to the beginning and end. I haven’t asked for leave this month, and the number of words in the update is over 200,000. I’ve tried my best. or2
(End of chapter)
