"The position of the secretary, the rotation of the four secretaries, and the transfer of the right to death.

No one knew that the secret chamber buried deep in the ground was the last death throes of a family. ”

Above the underground yellow spring, through the invisible, continuous pavilions, only a flickering magnificent light was seen. The sound of pianos, drums, bells, and human voices are mixed, and the Zhifu banquet, which has been lively all night, is coming to an end.

The sect leader Zhizhen, who had just recovered from a serious illness, suddenly felt unwell during the banquet and left in a hurry, leaving only the sect son Zhishen to see off the guests.

Sober, drunk, tired, and unsatisfied, the doctors who left the table said goodbye to Zhishen hastily, and a pair of eyes and a heart had already flown out of the door, just begging the person on the steps outside the door to walk more slowly, so that he could catch up and say hello and goodbye.

Zhisong, the secretary of the Jin Kingdom, has been suffering from a vicious illness since the winter festival outside the city last month. There are witch doctors outside who assert that he will not survive the end of this year. Today, he suddenly held a feast in the house, and everyone thought he was fine. Unexpectedly, before the big dishes that had been boiling all night in Tongding were on the table, his face was already pale, his limbs twitched, and he was helped to leave the table in a hurry. The doctors with a keen sense of smell immediately realized that the court of the Jin Kingdom was about to change.

As soon as Zhisong died, it was Zhao Ying, the suzerain of the Zhao family, who was in charge of the Jin dynasty.

Last summer, Zhao Ying's family was still the fish and meat of the Fan family and the Bank of China, and was forced by the sentence "the one who started the disaster is dead" to flee the capital overnight and stay in Jinyang. Only a year after the incident, the Zhao family, who was forced to die, not only united with Sanqing to drive the mortal enemies Fan and Zhongxing out of the Jin Kingdom, but also led a large army to besiege Chaoge, intending to kill all the people of the two clans. A Jedi counterattack, fast, spicy, ruthless, and accurate.

When Zhao Ying was in trouble, everyone thought that the Zhao clan was about to be wiped out, and in order to tie up the Fan clan and the Zhongxing clan, they took advantage of the chaos to step on him a few times. But everyone understands the truth that it is necessary to make a clear stance as soon as possible. So at this moment, on the steps in front of the Zhifu Hall, the anxious doctors were carrying the hems of their clothes, and you chased me like a ball towards Zhao Ying in front of him, not caring at all about the white and embarrassed face of Zhishen, the son of the Zhi clan behind him.

"A bunch of ungrateful, short-sighted villains! If my grandfather can live to be 100 years old, he Zhao Ying can only be a military assistant for a lifetime! When the time comes, see how dare you humiliate my Zhi clan like this! In the southeast corner of the lobby, Zhisong's grandson Zhiyao's face was flushed with anger, and he looked at the doctor who was gushing out of the door like a spring, and the two small hands on the black lacquered case were almost picking out ten fingers of sawdust.

"Who called my father's name?" Not far from Zhiyao, a young man in an indigo dark coat was awakened from his sleep, he muttered and raised his head, a red lacquered amphora containing four drunken cups on his elbow was accidentally knocked over by him, and the clear and spicy wine flowed to the ground.

"I shouted, what can you do with me?" Seeing that the young man woke up, Zhiyao not only did not relent, but raised his neck and raised his voice.

"It turned out to be Ah Yao...... the young man in blue woke up drunk, he lifted his eyelids and glanced at the red-clothed villain full of fire, lowered his head and muttered, "The next time you see my father, you might as well call him by his name, so that he knows that there are 'true warriors' like you Zhi Yao in the Zhi family." ”

"Zhao Bolu, don't use your father to scare me! I know you're very proud now, my dad is afraid of your dad, but I'm not afraid of you. As long as my grandfather lives for another forty years, the Jin Kingdom will not be the turn of your Zhao family to be the master, and you will never be able to step on my head! Zhi Yao pushed away the attendants beside him and rushed to Zhao Bolu in a few steps. He has just turned ten years old this year, but he is a well-known "thorn" in Xinjiang City, and he has never looked at the weak son of the Zhao family with the favor of his grandfather Zhisong on weekdays.

Forty more years to live? Zhao Bolu laughed when he heard this. If Zhisong can live for another forty years, not to mention that the other three clans have no way to live, the monarch of the Jin Kingdom is afraid that he will have to be replaced by his Zhi family. But who in this world can live to be 100 years old? A child is a child, and when he is angry, he loves to talk nonsense.

Zhao Bolu didn't want to deal with this "thorn in the head", he took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the cuffs soaked in wine, turned his head and asked the person behind him: "Hongyun'er, how long have I been asleep, why are everyone gone?" ”

Behind Zhao Bolu knelt a seven or eight-year-old boy, the boy was born with a high nose and deep eyes, and he seemed to be of a northern alien race, and a bean-sized birthmark on his eyebrows was not Zhu Fei powder, and the juice of pomegranate flowers like a new pomegranate flower dripped on the tip of his eyebrows. At this moment, he did not comb his horns, and his long hair was tied up haphazardly and his coarse brown short coat looked particularly eye-catching in the palatial hall. When the boy saw Beru turn his head, he knelt down beside him in two steps, and whispered, "Shizi, you only drank half a cup of four drinks at the beginning of the banquet and got drunk......

"Cheap slave! I talk to your master, what do you interject! "Zhi Yao was already angry when he saw his father being humiliated by the door, and he was even more angry when he saw Zhao Bolu ignoring him, so he casually picked up a red lacquer tall bean (1) on the case and threw it at the boy next to Zhao Bolu." Boom", and the tall bean filled with minced meat soup smashed firmly on the boy's head. The white grease that had formed clumps of fat and lean flesh and the residue between the diners' teeth trickled down the boy's forehead.

"Shirtless!" Zhao Bolu looked at the sticky soup flowing all over the boy's face, and was so shocked that he didn't know where to wipe it.

This year, Zhao Wuxian had just turned seven years old, but he already knew that he couldn't dodge Zhiyao's blow. He is the son of a slave girl of the Zhai tribe, and his identity does not allow him to escape, this is his fate. He smiled comfortingly at Zhao Bolu, reached out to wipe the grease off his eyes, and silently lowered his head, picked up the tall beans that fell to the ground and respectfully put them back on the table.

"Hmph, a cheap slave who doesn't know the taste of meat, it's cheaper for you." Zhi Yao looked down at the top of Zhao Wuxian's head, a look of contempt on his face.

When Zhao Bolu heard this, he stood up sharply, grabbed Zhi Yao's collar and pulled him in front of him: "Who do you say is a cheap slave!" This is my little brother without mercy, why did you hurt him! ”

"Younger brother?" Zhi Yao glanced at the boy kneeling on the ground, and said disdainfully, "He is obviously your manu, don't think I don't know." A slave dares to sit at the banquet of my Zhifu, you Zhao clan deceives people too much! Zhiyao was not to be outdone, he was four years younger than Zhao Bolu, but relying on his strong body and martial arts, he pulled the collar out of Zhao Bolu's hand, and pushed him heavily along the way.

Zhao Bolu didn't want to cause trouble in Zhifu, although he was the son of the Zhao family and the eldest son of Zhao Ying, he was also the most unfavored son in the family. Qing's father thought he was weak, and the clan blamed him for being incompetent, and his seven-year-old cousin respected him as his elder brother. Tonight, it was he who dragged his shirtless to the banquet, if he couldn't even protect his younger brother, then what kind of brother was he!