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Chapter 270 The Future of the Qin Family

The extremely 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 extremely black.

Fortunately, there is still a round and a half moon above the head, which casts a faint light to illuminate the team of knights who are exhausted.

In a forest more than forty miles away in the eastern suburbs of Zhongjing City, the leader slowly reined in his horse and brought the whole team to a stop.

Tethering the horse aside to graze, everyone formed a circle in a disciplined manner and ate dry food in silence.

Since I received the news, I have been fleeing non-stop, and now I can finally take a break.

The sparse moonlight sprinkled from the leaves, like a burst of snow, adding a bit of desperation to the crowd.

"Mr. Yuan, is the lord really dead?"

A knight spoke softly, causing everyone else to look up at the leading man.

That man was the competent subordinate who served Qin Sichao on weekdays. Hearing this, he silently took a mouthful of dry food, and organized his words in his mind while chewing.

"Yes, the lord is dead. But the lord is dead, and his ambition to resist the tyranny of the faint king and create a new world has not died! That is also our ambition!"

He looked at the people who were stunned by his words, and scanned the familiar faces by the moonlight, "Have you ever thought about why the lord has to resolutely die when he can bow his head and admit his mistakes for a while?"

Everyone looked at him silently, waiting for his answer.

"The reason is hidden in his words! He is unwilling to bow his head to this corrupt court, and he is unwilling to bow his head to that fatuous tyrant! His words have uncovered the scars that the Great Xia court has whitewashed! His words, It will ignite the anger of the whole world! His words are also paving the way for our next thing!"

He growled: "Every one of us is burdened with blood and deep hatred. Fortunately, the lord rescued and took him in today. Now the lord is gone, but his legacy is still there, and our hatred is still there! The will of the lord, to smash this Daxia river and mountain into pieces, in exchange for our peaceful and prosperous world!"

"If it belongs to a man, follow me! If it belongs to a coward, leave now! This is the fate of you and me in this life!"

Immediately someone said without hesitation: "May Sui Yuan!"

The rest of the people agreed one after another, and no one withdrew in the end. They all roared, "I wish to follow Mr. Yuan!"

Mr. Yuan laughed, "Sure enough, they are all my good brothers! Don't worry, the lord has already planned a retreat for us! Let's go!"

"Mr. Yuan, where are we going?"

Mr. Yuan got on his horse, looked ahead, and said boldly, "Longshou Prefecture!"

After a while, the sound of hooves disappeared in the depths of the forest.
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The Qin family is brightly lit.

The mourning hall had already been set up in the afternoon, welcoming an endless stream of people who came to express their condolences.

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 collapsed, the clan elders who received the benefits of the Prime Minister's Mansion before, stand up by themselves."

With this sentence, the atmosphere in the field suddenly became tense.

But everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one made any moves.

Patriarch Qin raised his head abruptly, his cloudy eyes flashed across the faces of the clan elders, causing many people to subconsciously lower their heads and dare not look at him.

"Now, it has been found out that Xiangfu is the real murderer of Yuwen's assassination. You are also his elders, don't you feel any guilt? His body is still waiting for burial in the mourning hall!"

"Don't dream of Qin Sichao's death. No one will know about it. It's about rebellion. Even how long Qin Sichao can last in bed will be found out. Can you hide such a bad thing?"

"I'm giving you a chance tonight. If you say it at this time, everything will stop in this room. You only need to hand over the property you are in charge of, and the old man will distribute it. You are still clan elders, and you still have countless glory Wealthy. But if the Black Ice Terrace finds out afterwards, it will be expelled from the family, removed from the genealogy, and not buried in the ancestral grave after death! When the time comes, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance!”

After a long period of silence, an old man stood up, "Patriarch, the old man was indeed bewitched by the Prime Minister's Mansion and promised to help them achieve the goal of joining the clan, but he did not assist them in assassinating Yuwen, nor did he accept money or property from them."

Patriarch Qin sneered, noncommittal, and waited quietly.

The second old man stood up again.

Then, the third, the fourth, the fifth
After a while, among the nine elders of the Qin family, except for the remaining eight of the old Patriarch, six of them stood up.

The remaining two clan elders looked at each other, and couldn't help but feel a little scared.

The old Patriarch laughed angrily, "Okay, it's really good, with everyone's help, why worry about his Xiangfu's great affairs! If it weren't for Mr. Xia, our Qin family might just be wiped out by his Xiangfu!"

Everyone lowered their heads silently, not knowing whether they were really ashamed or temporarily avoiding the edge.

But since the old Patriarch Qin made the first move, he was naturally well prepared.

He directly took back all the properties managed by the six elders of the clan, and after a lot of wrangling, taking advantage of the power of the downfall of the Xiangfu, after the mourning hall, he finally completed the recovery of the power.

The head of the Qin family personally pushed the wheelchair and sent his father, who had been tossing around for most of the night, back to his residence.

Walking on the road, he whispered: "Father, are you a little too hasty? Now that the matter has passed, shouldn't our Qin family take safety as the most important thing?"

"You know shit!"

Hearing his son's stupid words, the old Patriarch was speechless: "If you don't do this now, you will have no chance to do it in the future, and you won't be able to do it!"

He hated iron for being weak and said: "I don't understand the truth that people have near-term worries without long-term concerns. If you were really the head of the Qin family, it would be gone long ago!"

Most of the subordinates of a strong father are cowardly sons. The Patriarch of the Qin family has long been used to such words, and he did not get angry when he heard the words, but asked in confusion: "What foresight?"

The old Patriarch was almost out of breath, and after a while, he entered the house and said slowly: "You never thought about it, your son is gone, who will inherit the Qin family next?"

The Patriarch of the Qin family suddenly realized, frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Then how many concubines shall I have to fight for?"

The old patriarch was so angry that he took off the jade ring finger on his hand and threw it over, "Can you not see such an excellent daughter in front of you? Do you still have to fight and give birth to an idiot like you?"

The head of the Qin family ignored his father's daily humiliation, and asked in surprise, "Pass it to A Li?"

The old Patriarch snorted, "Otherwise, what do you think I'm taking power for? It's just so that these people can't say anything against it!"

"But what about after that?"

"What's the point? It's enough to have a son whose surname is Qin."
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The exciting night passed slowly, and Tianguang returned to Zhongjing City.

And this day was also the day when Qin Yuwen, the eldest son of the Qin family, was going to be buried after nearly a month of inactivity.

Early in the morning, Xia Jingyun also got up early, and was about to go out with Chen Fugui to the Qin family's funeral, when he heard a loud commotion when he arrived at the door.

He walked over quietly and stretched out his neck to have a look.

Fuck!Good guy!

Outside the gate of the Hou Mansion, where not many people come here on weekdays, the carriages were so lined up that you couldn't see the end at a glance.

And when those people saw Xia Jingyun's figure, they rushed towards the Hou's mansion screaming as if they had taken medicine.

　I originally wanted to ask for leave, and the leave slips have been exchanged, but after thinking about it, I still have the beginning and the end. I haven’t asked for leave this month, and the number of updated words is more than 20. I tried my best. or2
　　
　
(End of this chapter)