One Thousand Six Hundred and Seventy: Receive Nansheng, Kill Anxi (78)

Opportunities are fleeting.

Now or never.

Taking advantage of the student's forced death, Huayuan's deity regained consciousness for a short time. He wanted to commit suicide at first, but he never thought that he would be stopped by everyone. How could his strength alone defeat so many people? After a lot of fighting, the sword in his hand was taken away, and his mouth was gagged by biting his tongue to kill himself. It was futile to use up all his energy, but he made himself miserable, and his heart was filled with grief and indignation.

He knows what it means to "live if you can't ask for death".

Hua Yuan just wanted to die, why did everyone act like he wanted their lives, one by one?

After a stalemate, Hua Yuan was exhausted, her hands and feet were so weak that she had no strength left, only one mouth was left to breathe.

The others secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that he didn't have the strength to die any more.

Although they didn't like Hua Yuan very much, if Hua Yuan died, it would be equivalent to breaking An Xing's arm, and their interests would be tied to An Xing again. In short, to keep Huayuan is to protect their own interests, so naturally they have to work hard to stop it.

"You, you are simply unreasonable!"

Hua Yuan felt dizzy when he got up, and he felt dizzy and nausea like lack of oxygen.

This feeling is all too familiar.

Before losing consciousness, Hua Yuan felt a pair of scarlet muddy eyes opened in the darkness, and the owner of these eyes was looking at him coldly. Neither sad nor happy, neither frightened nor angry, but Hua Yuan had the illusion of being watched by the Nine Nether Hell. No, maybe not an illusion.

The owner of these eyes, going crazy will really drag people into hell!

Hua Yuan's heart trembled, and the hairs all over his body couldn't help standing up in protest, he knew—"that person" was about to wake up!

"The military division has passed out!"

Someone yelled, and everyone realized that Hua Yuan was so pale that she closed her eyes and fell back.

It looked more like a corpse than the corpse on the bed.

Everyone pressed people, called in Huayuan's ear, and sent someone to invite a doctor...

After a lot of tossing, everyone was sweating profusely, as if they had run for several kilometers with a hundred-pound sandbag on their backs.

Huang Tian paid off, their efforts were still useful, before the doctor arrived, Hua Yuanyou woke up and opened his eyes.

One person said, "Military division, the situation is critical now, and the military division still needs to take pains to plan, how can the military division abandon the lord for the sake of the young master?"

The veteran who was furious and wanted to kill Xichang Emperor Ji also calmed down, said a few soft words, and did not continue to fight and kill.

They sincerely persuaded Hua Yuan to give up his will to die, but the person concerned showed "Are you all pigs?" in his eyes.

"Nothing!" Hua Yuan stood up with his weak legs, and found some viscous liquid on his neck. He raised his hand and wiped it in front of his eyes. It turned out to be glaring bright red blood. The corner of the lips, said indifferently, "The young master has just passed away, you should prepare for the funeral, and then send someone to report the funeral to the young master. The cause of the young master's death is disgraceful, and he said to the outside world that he was suddenly seriously ill and died suddenly..."

Seeing that Hua Yuan regained his composure, everyone couldn't help but feel relieved.

Even if Hua Yuan's face is dead silent at this time, and people's hearts are jumping, it's better than drawing a sword and looking for death.

As long as you don't think about committing suicide and martyrdom, everything is easy to talk about.

"Here!"

"The final general will obey the order!"

The farce came to an end like this, and the doctor who hurried over stepped forward to treat the wound on Hua Yuan's neck.

Hua Yuan remained motionless, letting the doctor play with her like a porcelain doll with no popularity.

Seeing this, the doctor thought that Huayuan was a martyr and failed, so he became discouraged and sighed, "In the past few days, you should avoid eating, and the wound should not be touched with dirt, so as not to cause bad luck to enter the body and cause the wound to become red, swollen and rot. I will prescribe a few for you. As a side drug, take it on time and you will get better."

Hua Yuan asked him, "How deep is the wound?"

The doctor said, "It's not deep, but the location is dangerous."

Hua Yuan was silent when he heard the words, but the flashing emotion in his eyes made the doctor shudder.

"Go down, I want to be alone for a while, to recuperate,

Later, we will arrange the young master's funeral..."

Huayuan rushed away, but the doctor's lips fluttered but he didn't say any words of dissuasion, he could only back down softly.

The doctor left with his front feet, Hua Yuan flicked his sleeves with his back feet and knocked everything he could see to the ground, his elegant and handsome face was full of ferociousness.

"I'm not some crazy person, no - I'm me!!!"

He suppressed the growl in his throat. Although the voice was not loud, it was extremely penetrating and contagious, making the listeners shudder.

Unfortunately, he was the only one in the room, and no one else could hear him.

The chaotic night was dispersed by the rising sun, and the news of the young master's sudden illness and sudden death spread everywhere as if he had grown wings.

The news naturally spread to the frontline An Jing.

An Jing received two letters, one was a normal funeral report, and the other was a secret letter suppressed by Huayuan for a long time.

This secret letter described in detail how the young master bullied the pregnant concubine, and even caused her fetal gas to become unstable, and she almost lost her child.

In addition, Hua Yuan also added the truth about the death of the young master, it was not a sudden death, but a panic of doing something wrong, and committing suicide in fear of crime.

Two letters arrived on both feet.

After reading the first letter of mourning, An Xing was sad and at the same time had some indescribable joy.

The adopted son died, and the stumbling block that weighed on his heart was gone, and no one could stop his biological son from ascending to the throne.

After reading the second secret letter, An Min's anger directly broke through the peak value, and the veins on his forehead swelled up, like green snakes snaking around his forehead. His hands trembled with anger, his cheeks were ashen, his chest heaved rapidly, wishing he could dig out his stepson and whip his corpse.

While he was not bullying his concubine, she became pregnant and almost had a miscarriage...

An Xing didn't know that he had raised an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, and had done such shameless and rebellious things!

"Good death!"

These three characters are almost squeezed out from the back molars.

When he thought of his own woman, or the woman who was pregnant with his child, being raped by his stepson, a strong green cloud of humiliation rushed to his heart, and his hatred soared to the sky. Suicide in fear of crime? It's really cheap, this kid should at least be put to death!

Anger is anger, but An Jing can't publicize what his stepson has done, nor can he tell the truth about his death to the public.

Not only could he not, but he had to clean up the mess for the other party to ensure his reputation after death.

If you don't do this, the outside world will inevitably speculate that the death of the stepson was ordered by An Jing, and that he killed the stepson in order to clear the way for the parents and children.

In this way, it is inevitable that there will be a negative impression of being ruthless and unscrupulous in order to achieve the goal.

More importantly, the world will also know that he was put on a green hat by his stepson.

Being cuckolded is the most intolerable humiliation for a man.

For the sake of his own reputation, An Jing can't act on his will, at most he will use some small tricks behind his back to vent his hatred.

Of course, after the anger passed, An Jing also noticed something was wrong.

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