Daquan didn't eat dinner, and I wasn't in the mood to eat.

After handing over Baoyu to his mother, he came to the room where the former waste prince Yinren once lived.

I didn't light the lamp, I just sat stupidly.

The lonely figure in the darkness seemed so lonely.

Daquan, who has never smoked, also smoked the big front door for the first time this time, one after another, choking the ghost of the former prince who was floating in the room couldn't help but want to struggle for space restraint, and came out to scare this thing that occupied the dove's nest.

The reason why Daquan, who has never known the taste of sorrow all his life, is so depressed is the mysterious note handed to him by the security guard in the evening.

The content of the note was to tell Daquan that his son had ascended the throne as emperor, and at this time he was leading the army to the capital.

However, because of Daquan, his son did not dare to give the order to attack Jingshi, and it was even possible that he would compromise with the enemy recalcitrant elements in Beijing for the sake of his father.

The consequences of that would undoubtedly be severe.

Although the security guard didn't tell Bei Ziye who wrote the note, Daquan still recognized at a glance who wrote the note.

It's a bolt!

The last words left by his father Zuwang to his son before he died were: "Take good care of the bolt pillar and treat him as a younger brother." ”

Then he swallowed.

Therefore, Daquan really treats the bolt pillar as a younger brother, otherwise it would be impossible to leave the bolt pillar at home.

So, the handwriting of this younger brother-like son of the family is unrecognizable?

But it was precisely because the note was written on a pillar that Daquan's heart was very confused.

The news was so shocking that he couldn't digest it for a while.

How did his own precious eldest son become the emperor, and why did he bring the army back to Beijing?

If you want to say joy, Daquan is really happy, because his family has a real dragon!

It is said that he wants his son to become a Chan, but now that his son is really a Chan, a few fathers are unhappy and crying.

If you want to say angry, Daquan is also really angry, his son rebelled without greeting him, and he didn't even notify him of the transfer, so that he, the emperor, became a hostage, can you not be angry.

This unfilial thing!

But apparently, rejoicing is greater than anger.

Daquan thinks about what he should do now.

Because he has become the biggest burden to his son's progress, and the biggest stubborn disease that restricts his son's development.

Zhu Zhu said that the young master was so worried about the safety of the master that he couldn't sleep all night, couldn't eat or talk, was distracted in meetings, and even was distracted by a knife when he was worried about the master's safety...

Several times he knelt on the ground alone, looked at Jingshi in a daze, and repeatedly sent reports to Jingli: "Don't hurt my Ama hair!" ”

The enemy recalcitrant elements in the capital also took advantage of this, and constantly threatened the young master with his life to withdraw from the army.

So, the young master is really sad.

Thinking that his son is going through the most painful psychological torment in the world for his father, Daquan's heart hurts very much.

Will be heart to heart.

One side is the emperor's throne at your fingertips, and the other side is the father who was born and raised, and no one can easily make a choice.

Daquan fully understands.

Because he had just swapped the identities of himself and his son, he substituted for each other.

He is the son, and the sixth son is the father.

finally came to a conclusion, that is, he, the father, must do something for his son and fulfill the responsibilities and obligations of being a father, otherwise his father will really be in vain.

This is the wisest choice.

After all, there is no turning back from rebellion!

With his son, the Jia family was completely wiped out, but if he was a father's self-sacrifice, his son could completely let go of himself and bring glory to the Jia family!

Fifty years of life is also like a dream.

After taking the last puff of the cigarette, Daquan made up his mind, took a deep breath, stood up with a determined gaze, and untied the belt of his trousers from his waist.

He wanted to sacrifice himself to fulfill his son!

Let all the bad guys who want to use him to restrain his son have a plot in vain.

Just do it without any hesitation.

After climbing onto the table and throwing his trouser belt on the beam, Daquan sighed lightly, thinking of his wife who was forced to death by him in his early years, thinking of his own incompatibility in the past, thinking of his son's incompatibility with him, thinking of his willfulness, and thinking of how his son brought great glory to his father by his own efforts...

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I also thought of Zhao and Baoyu, but I didn't worry about the safety of my mother and son, because the enemy could use him, the father, not Baoyu, the half-brother.

He believed that even if the eldest son didn't wait to see Zhao's mother and son again, he would never treat his stepmother and younger brother well because of the sacrifice his father made for him.

In the distance, Baoyu's cry was heard, and it was probably Zhao washing the little guy's buttocks.

Thinking of the cuteness of the little one, Daquan smiled.

Kind laughter.

After a long time, his smile froze, and his head was already in the ring made of the belt of his trousers, and then he kicked the table of the Eight Immortals hard.

But after all, the table is a royal thing, and the quality is too heavy for him to kick it over.

Not even a few kicks shook the table.

I had no choice but to get down and move the table to the side, and then bring three brocade stools and put them together, carefully climb up and put my head back on, and this time I easily kicked the stool down.

His feet were off the ground, without any point of focus, and the waistband of his trousers tightened his neck.

The body is instinctively struggling, shaking, breathing is becoming extremely difficult, and air has become the most extravagant existence.

The last thought that flashed through his mind was probably that he would be posthumously crowned emperor after his death.

Perhaps, this is the highest time of his life.

It's a pity that he can't see it.

The light in front of him passed away little by little, and he was going to see the ancestors of the Jia family.

With pride, not shame.

The door was suddenly kicked open, and then several people in black rushed in, and after finding Quan Beizi who was circling on the beam, several people were startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to save the person.

As soon as they sniffed and breathed, several people breathed a sigh of relief, pinching the middle of the people, and fanning the wind.

After a lot of work, Daquan woke up.

Finding several unknown men in black staring at him, he couldn't help but be very confused, but he realized that he was not dead, but alive.

"You guys?"

Daquan's eyes were full of doubts, wondering what these people were doing and why they wanted to save themselves.

At this time, someone whispered in his ear: "Master Bei, the minions are here to rescue you!" ”

"Get me out?"

Daquan was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses, sat up reluctantly, grabbed the man's hand as excitedly as if he was returning to the light, and said with tears in his eyes: "Are you the people sent by my son?" ”

"This..."

The man in black who took the lead was stumped by this question, and after a few breaths, he finally decided to tell Quan Beizi the truth, and said in a deep voice: "Master Beizi, we are here to save you on the orders of the Emperor." ”