1668: Collect Nansheng and kill An Xian (seventy-six)

Because of Hua Yuan's refusal, the young man could only leave in a panic, and when he left, he turned back three times in a step.

Hua Yuan watched all the way but did not speak, his face was calm, and the young man could only die for a while.

"Sir, what shall we do now?"

Emperor Ji of Xichang thought that Hua Yuan would poison the boy by dividing two by three, but he never expected that after a few days, he still hadn't moved.

If the young man does not die, Emperor Xichang will be in fear all day long, she is afraid that she will be given up by Hua Yuan and become a useless outcast.

She walked on a desperate road according to Hua Yuan's instructions, calculating that the young man had an affair with her, if the young man did not die and An Xuan did not die, when the fetus in her womb was born, she would be the one who would die. An Xian's temperament, how could he tolerate his side chamber being defiled by his step-by-son? If An Xian knew that the child in his womb was not his, Emperor Xichang would be afraid that he would not be able to survive and die.

She is like a drowning person now, and she has to hold on to the straw in her hand before she dies.

Emperor Xichang held Xianhuai's belly with one hand, and carefully sat on the table, for fear that this fetus would have three long and two short.

"The concubine body has done everything according to Mr. instructions, and there is no way back, if Mr. leaves the concubine body at this time, the concubine body really doesn't know what to do. Her face was filled with a pitiful weakness, and one couldn't help but reach out to smooth her frowning brow.

Of course, this "person" does not include Hua Yuan, this snake spirit is a hard-hearted guy.

"I know. ”

Hua Yuan said indifferently, without meaning to give an accurate reply.

"Sir, the concubine is worried about long nights and dreams. Although the young master is young, he is also a child raised by Mr. and An Xian, and if he can't be eradicated quickly, it will be a disaster to keep it. Emperor Xichang didn't forget to hold a handful of flowers at this time, and flattered him, "Furthermore...... The concubine had a fetal gas because of that incident, and if he took this opportunity to attack the concubine, the concubine would be so worried that she couldn't sleep at night. ”

The fetal phase had been stabilized before, so she had the courage to calculate the young man according to Hua Yuan's instructions.

In order to pretend to be some, some of the struggling movements will inevitably be more intense, and the young man lost his mind under the urging of the medicine, and his movements were reckless, and the young and powerful body made her suffer hard, and even her stomach began to feel uncomfortable, so she panicked.

Under Hua Yuan's threat, she let it go, but the young man didn't die, she couldn't be at ease after all, so she could only urge Hua Yuan to do it again and again.

Where does Hua Yuan not understand her mind?

The corners of his lips outlined an indifferent arc, and Hua Yuan said, "Don't worry, it's soon." ”

Emperor Xichang asked, "Which is not in a hurry, and how fast is it if it is fast?" If he lives for one more day, the concubine will be panicked for a day. ”

If she could, she wished that the young man would be poisoned by Hua Yuan's chin immediately, and he would never have trouble.

Hua Yuan snorted and did not answer.

Seeing that his face was unhappy, Emperor Ji of Xichang suddenly woke up and regretted that he was too impulsive.

"The concubine is just too worried, and she is by no means questioning Mr. ......"

She explained dryly, trying to make up for some, lest Hua Yuan be in a bad mood and put a stomach full of bad water on her.

"Don't worry about it. Hua Yuan's face softened slightly, and said, "The time is about to be ripe." ”

This answer put Emperor Xichang's hanging heart back to its original place.

She has the same interests as Hua Yuan, and she is currently two grasshoppers tied to a rope.

If something happens to her, Hua Yuan won't be able to escape.

Her fears turned out to be unfounded.

Who Hua Yuan's snake spirit disease wants to design is definitely a calculation and an accuracy.

The boy is still too young, how can he compare his wrist and scheming to Hua Yuan, who is scheming and neurotic?

Emperor Xichang thought that Hua Yuan didn't do anything, but it was not.

Hua Yuan made a move, but it was not the boy's body that was hurt but his spirit, oppressing his will, breaking his psychological defense, and forcing the other party to lose the idea of survival in panic. In the end, he took the poison that Hua Yuan found someone to send to the young man.

On this day, the night was deep, the moon was hidden behind the dark clouds, and the stars were dim.

Hua Yuan stood under the window in a daze, unintentionally sleeping, and a letter was resting on the table at hand.

This letter had been sent by the young man's attendant a few hours earlier.

Because he didn't teach Hua Yuan in person, Hua Yuan didn't see it until he was busy with everything.

The content of the letter was not nutritious, but it was the last sorrowful cry of a desperate, death-minded beast cub before he died.

When everything was silent, a chaotic and hurried footsteps came from far and near.

When the other party approached, Hua Yuan could still hear the other party's heavy breathing, and he looked at the visitor with an indifferent expression, frowning slightly.

Hua Yuan asked unhappily, "What's going on?"

The servants in the house are all qualified, and they are also cautious in serving Hua Yuan, and they generally do not run loudly.

At this time, he didn't care about the rules, but you can imagine how sensational the news brought by the servants was.

"Sir, sir...... It's a big deal!" The servant breathed a sigh of relief, breathless, "The young master is dead." ”

"Dead?"

"Yes, the news just came that the young master committed suicide by taking poison, and the person is gone. ”

After the servant finished speaking, his eyes stared at Hua Yuan for a moment, his muscles tensed, and he wanted to step forward to catch the grieving Hua Yuan.

Clinker,Hua Yuan's reaction was unexpected by the servant.。。

He thought that according to the deep relationship between Hua Yuan and the young master, when he heard about this incident, even if he didn't faint from grief, he should be shocked.

As a result, Hua Yuan's expression was so indifferent that it did not change in the slightest, as if it was not his student who died, but an insignificant beggar, and he didn't even ask "how did he die...... It's like...... It seems that Hua Yuan had expected this, and has been waiting for this news to come? The servant was frightened by his own speculation, and hurriedly lowered his head, for fear that Hua Yuan would see an expression that he shouldn't have.

"I already know, go down, get ready for plain clothes. ”

The boy's death was tantamount to a major earthquake for others, but it was expected for Hua Yuan.

His indifferent gaze turned to the letter on the table, and the corners of his lips curled into silent mockery.

Stupidity!

This is Hua Yuan's evaluation of the death of the teenager.

If he hadn't been stupid and weak, how could the boy not have known who was really calculating him? Before he died, he wrote to him, with sincere words and repentance, saying that he had been taught by Huayuan for many years, and now that he was gone, he asked him not to mourn for an incompetent student.

The suicide note written by the victim to the murderer is so sincere and meaningful, it is really ridiculous.

"Those who are destined to not survive will be clean when they are gone. ”

Hua Yuan had some regrets.

The boy was taught by Hua Yuan, but his ambition was not big enough.

This thing seems to be a dead end, but it is not without a way to break the situation, the young man can use the feelings of teachers and students to test Hua Yuan's tone and see if he can turn against Hua Yuan and turn against An. Even if he can't fight back, he can strike first and get rid of Emperor Xichang.