660: Movements of all parties (Part 2)【Ask for a monthly ticket】
"Qiu Dalang is killing people and killing people."
Xu Jie was indifferent to Qiu Cheng's death, but Wu Xian was lamenting. He was also from a noble family and was used to the drama of brothers' feud. The previous conflicts between the Qiu brothers were well-known gossip, so he naturally believed that Qiu Cheng was forced by Qiu Dalang.
Dead.
"What did Xian Lang say about 'killing people and killing the heart'?" Mrs. Mi Zi just finished embroidering the last stitch of her pajamas. She raised her hand to call her son who was endorsing the book and was about to let him try to see if it would fit. She vaguely heard Wu Xian say.
What, but I didn’t hear it clearly.
"My husband is talking about Qiu Dalang. He has suffered a lot at the hands of Qiu Erlang. Unexpectedly, the situation has changed. Now, let him seize the opportunity and get rid of the annoying Qiu Erlang without any blood... My brother has come to this point...
..." Wu Xian's eyes fell on the warm interaction between mother and son. He didn't know what he thought of, and the cold smile at the corner of his mouth gradually faded away, "It's so embarrassing."
Mrs. Mi Zi didn't know who Qiu Dalang and Qiu Erlang were, but she knew that they were brothers and that one of them stabbed the other. This information was enough. It was probably the words "brothers are fighting against each other", which irritated Wu Xian
The most sensitive nerve——
As he got older, his two legitimate sons also began to have little ones of their own, and with the interference and instigation of their mother's family, the two brothers would have conflicts from time to time, and they never looked down upon the younger brothers and sisters in the family, often getting into trouble.
Calling and drinking.
Wu Xian repeatedly tried to discipline him, but his two sons had reached their most rebellious age. No matter whether Wu Xian was "moving with emotion and understanding with reason", or using his identity as a father to forcefully suppress him, the result was little effect. Even when
Wu Xian took action to clean up the villains around the two brothers, and they rebounded even more fiercely.
[A novel app that has been running stably for many years, comparable to the old version of a book-chasing tool, and a source-changing app used by old bookworms.]
Especially the second son, I quarreled with him in public more than once.
He even ridiculed Wu Xian.
[My father wants his son to be at peace with his brother?] The second son is a brave warrior. He is already a man at a young age. His appearance combines the good qualities of his parents. He is strong and handsome. Perhaps it is because of his love for each other that his face is a bit mean. [It might as well be.
Teaching by words and deeds?】
One sentence made Wu Xian so angry that his blood pressure skyrocketed.
The second son asked Wu Xian to demonstrate [teaching by words and deeds], but Wu Xian fought with all the brothers with thunderous tactics. After winning, he used the Wu family as the foundation, and it took many years to build the business. I couldn't do it, so I still expect my son to be harmonious.
?
Mrs. Mizuo knew Wu Xian's taboos, so she didn't raise her children with any thought of how they would prosper or be talented. Instead, she taught them over and over again that they must be of the same spirit and be in harmony with each other.
It was this move that made her stand out from the crowd of concubines, and Wu Xian loved her for many years. Mrs. Mi was always humble and cautious, and never showed any signs of favor from her parents.
Wu Xian likes brothers and brothers now.
Seeing that he was in a low mood, Mrs. Mi gave her son a hidden look. The younger son understood and pestered Wu Xian, smiling innocently: "Father, Dad, what do you think of my son's pajamas? It was given by my mother-in-law."
My son sewed it with his own hands."
Wu Xian glanced at it: "It's a bit big."
The younger son said: "Then let the fourth brother wear it."
The "fourth brother" he calls and his younger son are both born to Mrs. Mi Zi, and the relationship between the two brothers is really good.
Wu Xian teased him.
"Why don't you let me change it again?"
"But fourth brother is more suitable. There is no need to change."
The younger son said: "My mother loves her son, so she will."
Wu Xian picked up his youngest son. He obviously liked this answer in his heart, but he still teased his son: "Your mother-in-law loves you, but my father also loves your mother-in-law. I don't have it anymore."
The younger son's eyebrows drooped in frustration, which made Wu Xian laugh heartily. Mrs. Mi looked at the father and son and smiled brightly.
Wu Xian teased his son and spent the night lovingly with his concubine.
The candles on the Madam's side stayed on all night.
This night is fifteen.
When Wu Xian's subordinates learned the news, although their reactions varied, they all noticed Shen Tang, who was quietly growing in power, and regarded him as a threat that had to be guarded against. Those who were close to Shen Tang were more or less
The young man was ostracized overtly and covertly.
For example, Xu Jie and Zhao Feng.
The former has been unable to reach a consensus on the ownership of Heyin County, and has traveled less and less with Tianhai in the past two years, and Xu's attitude is not as positive as before. The latter is because he is not a general of the Tianhai line, so he is not excluded.
Less than.
Perhaps because they were in the same situation, the Xu and Zhao families moved around more frequently, which in turn eased the conflict between Qin Li and Xu Jie.
Yi Ru, Zhang He.
When the news came, Huang Lie and Zhang He were drinking and talking.
After listening to the content of the message, the two looked at each other with different expressions.
Huang Lie played with the wine cup and said thoughtfully: "Gongxi Qiu is a member of the Gongxi tribe. His talent is combined with the secret skills of the Gongxi tribe. It is normal for him to gain such strength at such an age, but what about this Shen Youli?"
What's going on? Everything is weird..."
Zhang He frowned and said nothing.
Huang Lie had a suspicion in his mind and asked, "Could it be that this boy is another 'Gongxi Qiu' or another 'Shaochong'?"
Shaochong, Gu Ren’s precious thirteenth brother.
The Alliance Army fought with Zheng Qiao, and this man contributed a lot, but after killing people, he would not distinguish between friend and foe, and cut the corpses into pieces with his bare hands.
Zhang He just shook his head silently: "It's hard to say."
Shen Youli has Gong Xiqiu's talent and strength, but she doesn't have the side effects of Shaochong, and she won't go crazy and lose her mind easily.
Huang Lie smiled and said, "We'll find out when we meet one day."
Shangnan, Guren.
When Gu Ren received the news, he only glanced at it and put it aside.
It’s not that I don’t want to care, but—
A terrifying and majestic energy rushed in all directions. As soon as Gu Ren stabilized the shaking table and papers, the ground began to tremble violently in the next moment, the beams creaked, and dust fell. Gu Ren's face turned black, and he staggered out.
Chamber door.
"Something bad has happened, my lord——"
Gu Ren interrupted: "I saw it!"
"Don't rush into the general -"
Gu Ren said: "Go now!"
When he arrived, several other sworn brothers were guarding here. Each was guarding his side, which was described as embarrassing. The brave warriors were honored, and the literary scholars were hollowed out. In the center was the thirteenth brother lying on the ground and screaming in pain.
, clothes torn to pieces.
The originally smooth wheat-colored skin was strangely red, as if it had been boiled by boiling water. The skin bulged with "pustules". As these "pustules" traveled around his body, his face became more ferocious. He scratched the ground with his ten fingers,
Deeply trapped in it.
puff--
A "pustule" burst into pieces and spattered. If you look carefully, where is the "pus"? It is clearly a "fleshworm". With each lump that comes out, Shaochong's expression softens.
When his energy was exhausted, he rolled his eyes.
Lying on the ground, not knowing whether to live or die.
Gu Ren stepped forward and put his clothes on Shao Chong. Chao Lian, the twelfth brother, stepped forward. Chao Lian, his twelfth brother, had blood on the corner of his mouth and clutched his chest. He was obviously seriously injured: "Brother, if this continues, Thirteen
If my brother breaks out next time, I'm afraid we won't be able to suppress it."
Shaochong's strength has improved too quickly.
The Battle of Xiaocheng was still the 13th-level middle class, and now it is the 15th-level junior high-level class. This is still in a calm state. If it enters the boiling blood state, it can be forced into the 16th-level high-level class. This kind of strength is no longer
Their brothers can forcefully suppress them.
Gu Ren's way of being a scribe has a miraculous effect.
But I have overdrafted too much in the past few times.
"There is still one month before the next time, and I will always find a way... I have persisted to this point, and I can't give up no matter what." Looking at the brothers, he said gently, "You also go down and recuperate, otherwise Thirteen will wake up.
It’s time to blame yourself again.”
Everyone responded, but only the sixth brother looked struggling.
"Brother, do you want to take Shisan to see Zhang He?"
This proposal was flatly rejected by Gu Ren.
"no!"
Chao Lian said: "What's the difference between this and a sheep entering a tiger's mouth? Zhang He and Huang Lie are close, and Huang Lie's heavy shield warrior is..."
The voodoo in Shaochong's body, the Wu Guo disaster that Zhang He had studied, and Huang Lie's heavy shield warrior were raised by voodoo...the three voodoos are inextricably related. Shaochong is too special, he
His strength comes from the Gu, but not just because of the Gu. Which force leader doesn't want to copy it on a large scale, but there is only one Shaochong in the world, and he is the only one.
He cannot be copied.
The sixth brother said helplessly: "He won't be able to survive the next time..."
The result of being unable to hold on is to explode and die.
Chao Lian thought of someone: "Maybe Gong Xiqiu..."
After saying that, he denied it again.
Gong Xiqiu has always wanted to kill Shao Chong, so it is impossible for him to agree to help. Even if he agreed, where would he find him now?
Shaochong didn't know the worries of his brothers. When he woke up, he felt dry and comfortable all over, his clothes were brand new, and when he smelled carefully, there was the fragrance of the medicine that calms the mind. As he was recalling what happened before he fell into coma, his stomach made a loud growling sound.
"Thirteen, are you awake?"
"Brother Twelve!" Shao Chong jumped up.
Chao Lian avoided his bear hug.
"So energetic just after waking up?"
Shaochong rubbed his stomach: "Brother Twelve, I'm hungry."
Chao Lian said: "Ask the servants to go to the east kitchen to prepare it for you."
Shaochong pursed his lips and said pitifully: "But Thirteen wants to eat fried cypress from East Street, braised green onion buns from West Street, sugar from South Street, North Street... There seems to be nothing to eat in North Street..."
Chao Lian touched the head of Shao Chong, who was a little taller than him, and shook his money bag: "I know you're greedy, let's go."
The next breath, he let out a cry of "Hey!"
He was almost pushed to the ground by a bear hugger and a tiger rusher.
The land under Gu Ren's rule can be considered prosperous.
Shaochong ate in his mouth, held it in his arms, and watched with his eyes. Chao Lian followed him and was responsible for paying. After Shaochong was three-thirds full, the two brothers found a street stall and sat down. Shaochong
Chong pushed his favorite food towards Chao Lian: "Brother Twelve, try this, this one is delicious, that one is delicious too..."
Chao Lian tasted it slowly.
As I ate, I noticed it was a little quiet.
Why doesn't Shaochong stop talking?
When he looked up, he saw his thirteenth brother turning to look at someone.
Chao Lian looked over.
Next to the stall stood a young man of rather thin stature.
Dark, long eyelashes, white skin, red lips.
Wearing an extremely wide dark green robe, the skirt and cuffs of the robe are painted with golden mysterious patterns, and the rest of the body is covered with imperceptible dark embroidery patterns. There is a quilt belt tied around the waist, and a wooden staff intertwined with old wood is inserted into the waist.
Later, the red flowers swayed.
The target of Shaochong's sight was exactly that little red flower.
