Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 897 Stroke

Huan Daofei stared blankly at the visitor, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

"How is father?" Huan Zicheng said in a low voice, with his usual expressionless face.

"You... why are you back?" Huan Daofei was extremely surprised, stopped beating his legs, and only looked at his eldest son, frowning: "Who allowed you to come back? The emperor is hunting, you don't want to accompany him Your Majesty, you actually turned back secretly, are you trying to make my Huan family bear the burden of infamy?"

Huan Zicheng looked at him indifferently, then suddenly pointed to the teacup and teapot, and said softly, "If I were a father, I wouldn't drink these teas."

Huan Daofei was startled for a moment, then his breath suddenly turned cold, and his face sank: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, there is poison in this tea." Huan Zicheng said in a low voice, and sat on the armchair opposite him with his robe lifted, picked up the teacup and played with it for a while, then let go of his hand suddenly.

With a "snap", the teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

Huan Daofei's pupils shrank immediately.

"Come here!" He called out, leaning on the desk and trying to stand up: "Where is Liang Zong? Where is Wei Zong? Go call Mr. Liu, where is Mr. Liu?"

A series of calls came from the study, and the sound of rain in the courtyard was as clear as a broken string. Even in the room, you can still hear the raindrops falling from the dripping eaves, dripping and moistening, as if someone is playing the piano.

Inside and outside the big study, no one answered him, only the sound of rain.But the two masters, one disciple Huan Daofei mentioned, and even the other two Shi Zong and Yang Zong were also missing at this time.

"Father, forgive me." Huan Zicheng's voice rang out, even though there was no intention of begging for forgiveness in his tone, he still followed the proper etiquette: "The four sects of Liang, Wei, Shi, and Yang were all punished by me. killed."

Huan Daofei sat down with his propped up body.

"You...what did you say?" His complexion turned pale, he looked at Huan Zicheng with wide eyes, and his voice trembled slightly: "You said you...who did you kill?"

He heard his own voice, dry and old, like an old string full of dust.

In front of the extremely handsome face in front of him, he can even know his own appearance at the moment, decayed and decadent, like the bluestone under the dripping eaves, crushed by years of wind and frost, dormant powerlessly on the ground.

"Say it again!" Huan Daofei's throat felt a little dry.

He stared fixedly at the handsome face in front of him, feeling his lips trembling.

At this moment, he even forgot to be angry, forgot to scold.

There was only resentment in his heart.

A deep, bottomless abyss of resentment.

"The four masters under my father's command were killed by me." Huan Zicheng repeated in a calm voice, without any fluctuation on his face.

Huan Daofei's complexion quickly turned gray.

He didn't ask the truth of the matter, let alone do such useless things as shouting for help.

Perhaps, deep down in my heart, this day has actually come countless times.But at this moment, those things in his imagination had finally become reality.

"You, do you want to kill your father?" He looked up at Huan Zicheng, his aging face was full of tiredness.

Even though his face was still the same as before, with a bit of vicissitudes in his handsome appearance, but the breath on his body suddenly became gray and silent.

Between the question and the answer, he seemed to be 20 years older, and he even looked like a dragon.

"I don't dare." Huan Zicheng said, picked up the teapot on the case, and threw it on the ground.

There was a loud sound of porcelain shattering in the big study room, the crisp sound was like a green pole breaking water, piercing the silence of this rainy night.

Huan Zi's clear and clear voice fluctuated amidst the crisp sound, reaching Huan Daofei's ears.

"When the father dies, the son keeps his filial piety. Once he keeps his filial piety, it lasts three years. Son, I can't afford to waste this time." He said calmly, looking at Huan Daofei with open eyes: "I need to take charge of the Huan family earlier, but my son I know that my father will never give in. Therefore, this is the worst policy."

He bowed to Huan Daofei in the seat, expressing the little apology in his heart.

However, there was still no ups and downs in his voice, let alone a trace of guilt or self-ashamedness: "I always thought that if I have time, I can afford to wait. However, it is not the case."

When he said this, Huan Zicheng suddenly had a look of melancholy on his face, as if he remembered something very far away.

Yes, he has always thought that he can wait and plan slowly, because he is still young, he has the ability, manpower, and strategy, so he can afford to wait.

One day, the position of Lord Huan will still be his.

In his previous life, he thought so.When facing Lu's mother and son's schemes again and again, and when he endured Huan Daofei's suppression again and again, he always felt that he could afford to wait.

Until, when the Huan family was destroyed.

Only then did he realize that the time God left him was really too short, so short that he had no time to make arrangements.

In this life, he no longer had the patience of his previous life.

The position of Lord Huan must belong to him, and as for the few flies that get in the way, it is best to slap them to death as soon as possible.

Huan Daofei stared blankly at the eldest son in front of him.

That was his and Pei's first child.

But at this moment, this handsome boy who was fused with his flesh and blood poisoned him.

The thought didn't make him feel sad or resentful.

He was just a little surprised, surprised that this moment came so early, and also surprised by his calm state of mind at this moment.

That feeling was very strange, as if he had been waiting for such a day all his life, waiting for his own son to take everything away from him.

Huan Daofei felt his body go weak.

He supported the desk with all his strength, preventing his body from sliding down, and asked in a hissed voice, "If you don't kill me, what will happen to you?"

"Father is seriously ill, unable to speak or move. Son, replace him, that's all." Huan Zicheng's cold face was calm, as if poisoning his father was a matter of course.

Huan Daofei looked at him fixedly, a line of saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth.

He smiled wryly.

At this time, he already knew what poison Huan Zicheng had given him.

I heard earlier that Huan Zicheng had Ningzong beside him, who was good at making all kinds of strange things, such as all kinds of strange medicines, strange tools, and strange things, he could make them all.

"This poison...but...but... the poison of a stroke..." Huan Daofei asked intermittently, his facial features were twisting in a strange way, the corners of his mouth gradually turned sideways, and he was holding the bookcase. Both hands, along with the entire arm, were visibly trembling.

Cerebral apoplexy, that is, the disease of apoplexy, for those who suffer from this disease, the mouth and eyes are crooked, the limbs are numb, and the tongue is speechless.

Huan Daofei's symptoms at the moment are exactly like this.

(End of this chapter)