Jiaohua

Chapter 312 The Decent Death
An Yuping frowned: "But..."

"The most successful slave," An Qiuwan smiled, "is to let the slave think that he is not a slave."

An Yuping stared at him blankly, repeating this sentence lightly in his heart, it was very unpleasant.

"Third," An Qiuwan continued, but after finishing speaking, he was silent for a while, and then said slowly, "The end of the dynasty is inevitable. After our An family has established itself, we must act in a low-key manner and spread more hidden clues." , you must remember that even if the opportunity is in front of you, don’t fight for the throne, let alone participate in and stir up the battle for the king. The achievements of the founding emperors in history are not so easy to establish.”

An Yuchi nodded heavily: "Yes."

"If you can truly comprehend these three points and pass them on to future generations, my family will be able to prosper for future generations, for a hundred years and a thousand years, life will never die, spring and autumn will never die."

His voice was not very loud, he spoke in a moderate manner, but it sounded like the beating of drums.

The wind outside the window became stronger, and the open sash was shaken. At this time, dark clouds blocked the moonlight, and the moonlight covered half of the courtyard, and the room was filled with silence.

"Is it the hour of Hai?" An Qiuwan said.

An Yuchi looked outside and said, "It should be almost here."

"Okay," An Qiuwan closed the pages of the book in front of him that were blown away by the evening wind, and said, "Help me close the window sash for my father, so you go back, don't stand outside, and come in tomorrow morning."

An Yuping's fingers trembled, and he suddenly held An Qiuwan's arm: "Father, what are you doing? Why are you doing this for no reason?"

An Qiuwan frowned, and called, "Da Lang."

An Yuchi came and pulled An Yuping up: "Fourteen."

"The elder brother is the father." An Qiuwan looked up at An Yuchi, "I won't be here in the future, you are still young fourteenth brother, you have to take good care of it."

"I'm still young." An Yuping's eyes turned red, "So father, you can't just let me go! How can you let me go?"

An Qiuwan's frown deepened, and she stopped talking, and said in an old voice hoarsely: "Close the window and go back."

"I don't!" An Yuping broke away from An Yuzhi, suddenly couldn't hold back, his tears rolled down, and he knelt down, "I don't know what happened, but father, can you let me stay?" Down?"

"Da Lang Erlang!" An Qiuwan glared, "Why are you so useless!"

An Yuchi and An Yudao also had red eyes, stepped forward and pulled An Yuping out of the door forcefully.

An Yuchi came in and closed the window. Before leaving, he paused and bowed to An Qiuwan respectfully: "Father, go to bed at night."

"En." An Qiuwan nodded lightly, sitting in front of the short table, his back bent by the candlelight.

"Father... Dad..."

An Yuping was still crying outside, kneeling and paralyzed on the ground.

An Yuchi closed the door, and An Yudao took him away, and his cries could be heard from a distance.

The room became quiet, An Qiuwan sat, silently looking back at his life, from his youth on the battlefield, to his success after entering the dynasty relying on the influence of the An family, his life was really smooth.

However, he is not happy.

Gradually see through and see the world clearly, and the spirit of youthfulness is gradually smoothed out. It feels like standing on a cliff, opposite to a long and heavy night. He tried to resist, but it was useless. The night Staring at him, if you don't want to fall off the cliff and be smashed to pieces, you have to blend into the night and gaze at those who are still in the light with it.

A sigh.

An Qiuwan stood up, his legs were numb after sitting for a long time, he staggered, and once again deeply felt his own aging.

From the small drawer on the far right of Duobao Pavilion, he took out a small white porcelain bottle, the cold porcelain bottle was very comfortable to hold in his hand.

He sat down behind the desk on the other side, glanced at the books he usually read, and fiddled with his favorite pen holder and inkstone.

"I have dealt with you more than my sons." An Qiuwan looked at all the items on the case and said, "I have enjoyed all the glory and wealth in my life, and I have no regrets."

He opened the bottle, raised his head and drank it down.

Very bitter, very astringent, very unpleasant smell.

An Qiuwan endured the pain, put the bottle away, got up and walked to the bed.

The medicine was effective for at least half an hour, and he had enough time to die decently.

The door of the room was knocked suddenly at this moment.

An Qiu had a late meal and turned around.

With a soft "squeak", the door was opened a small crack.

A thin and beautiful girl came in through the threshold, holding a big gourd in her hand, looked up at An Qiuwan, and closed the door with her right hand behind her back.

The girl's life is elegant and lively, her eyes are bright and bright, looking at her so calmly, An Qiuwan didn't know what to do for a while.

"Ali?" An Qiuwan said.

Xia Zhaoyi walked over and said lightly, "My surname is Xia."

An Qiuwan paused, smiled suddenly, and said, "No wonder, no wonder, which branch are you from, or are you an illegitimate child?"

"Have you taken the medicine?" Xia Zhaoyi looked at him.

"Yes, you came just in time to watch me die." An Qiuwan said with a faint smile.

"It's just right," Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "I came earlier, if you don't drink the medicine, I don't plan to come out."

"Oh?"

"Come on," Xia Zhaoyi passed the gourd in his hand, "Teacher An, drink it."

An Qiuwan looked down and laughed, "The antidote?"

"I know what medicine you are drinking, but do you know what I am?" Xia Zhaoyi said, "It's urine, and the owner of this urine is outside. If you don't drink it, I will call them to force-feed you .”

An Qiuwan was taken aback for a moment, his complexion gradually became ugly, and he looked at her coldly.

"Are you angry?" Xia Zhaoyi also laughed, "I heard that my second uncle Xia Wenliang was tortured in prison back then, and someone couldn't bear to see his miserable state, and sent him a heart-breaking poison from outside. You also used this How to force him to spit it out."

"You call him Second Uncle... Are you really Xia Wenshan's daughter?"

"Drink it," Xia Zhaoyi looked at him, "I only count to three."

An Qiuwan clenched his fists, suddenly raised his foot forward, and attacked her fiercely. After she avoided it, he turned around to get the sword hanging on the wall, but the girl's figure was extremely fast. He pulled out half of the sword and pressed it back, the sound of the sword buzzing.

The door was opened again at this time, and two tall men who had been counting down silently in their hearts rushed in from outside, turned around and closed the door.

"Old thief!" Zhi Changle shouted, rushing to grab the sword.

When Pang Yi passed by, he took away the gourd from Xia Zhaoyi's hand, stepped forward and stopped An Qiuwan who was about to turn around, and grabbed his cheeks.

At the same time, the thumb of the other hand flicked off the lid of the gourd, and the mouth of the gourd faced his mouth covered with white beards, and forced it into it.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh..."

An Qiuwan struggled in pain. He had never been so humiliated in this life. He vomited and was poured at the same time.

He tried his best to make a sound, but it was useless. Everyone in his huge house was sent away, and the housekeeper who was standing outside the compound, on standby, passed out on the icy cobblestones in winter.

(End of this chapter)