"Dad, give him the things." Zhang Cuiyan stood firmly on Zhao Xing's side and asked Zhang Weixian.

Zhang Weixian covered his heart tremblingly: "Do you know the consequences?"

Zhang Cuiyan answered firmly: "Since she is already terminally ill, she may have a chance of taking strong medicine. Since she has been forced into a dead end, let's take a gamble."

Zhao Xing really didn't expect that at this critical moment, Zhang Cuiyan could help her.

"The purpose of my return to this evidence is that because the eunuch party is not dead yet and they are still ready to move. We must completely beat them to death so that the situation full of variables and unclearity can make us see clearly." Then we stared at Zhang Weixian sincerely: "Uncle, please believe that my nephew is dedicated to this Ming Dynasty."

"Dad, the administration needs to be promoted to the Qing Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty has hope. Corrupt officials and cruel officials need to be eliminated, and the Ming Dynasty can be saved. Give him a gift." Zhang Cuiyan persuaded his father again.

Looking at his smart daughter and his nephew with a firm mind, the British Duke took out the ticket from the closest place and handed it to the Zongdao halfway, but stopped: "You must know that this small piece of paper carries the lives of many people. Don't go to extremes in your work, you must be kind."

Zhao Xing grabbed this as a ticket, snatched it, but did not snatch it, and could only say again: "I will control this matter within the range I can control. Don't worry, after all, this thing was not initiated by the Donglin Party members, but in my hands. Once this matter was initiated by the Donglin Party members, with their black and white concepts and political cleanliness, that is the real blood flowing."

Holding this small vote as a vote, thinking about Zhao Xing's words, the British Duke finally let go: "I am kind and kind."

But Zhao Xing was already in power, and he had a powerful weapon in his heart, and his intention to kill was already there. For the sake of this Ming Dynasty, to protect himself, and to gain greater power, and to be kind to the enemy, it has long since disappeared.

The British Duke left lonely, and in the room, there were only the fat little boy Zhang Zhiji and Zhang Cuiyan.

Zhang Cuiyan had no intention of leaving. She looked at Zhao Xing, who was hesitant and unbearable when the incident came to an end. It was a rare first time to talk to Zhao Xing formally.

"I saw your concern for the country and the people."

Zhao Xing turned his head to look at her: "You think too much, what I want more is not to bury this collapsed Ming Dynasty." For some reason, Zhao Xing said what he said in front of her.

Silence. After silence, Zhang Cuiyan said again: "The first one who is truly buried with this Ming Dynasty is our noble group. But no matter what your purpose is, I think you are good for our family."

Zhao Xing had nothing to say.

It was a long time again: "How big are you going to make this happen?"

Zhao Xing opened his mouth, he really didn't know how this matter would end.

Zhang Cuiyan said leisurely: "If you should kill, you should kill, but let go of innocent people." After saying this, "If you can do this, I think you are still an individual."

Zhao Xing, inexplicably, explained: "From the development of the matter, as long as Donglin wins the battle to abolish factory guards and free up his hands, no matter what the purpose is, it is a matter of time before the remnants of the eunuch party will continue to pursue the remnants of the eunuch party. At that time, about 300 officials will be implicated, tens of thousands of families suffered, and dozens of them beheaded. I hope this case will be brought on by me, and at most one hundred people who deserve it will be implicated. I also hope that no more than ten people will die when I make a case." Zhao Xing said vaguely about the eunuch party's rebellion case in history.

Zhang Cuiyan was confused about such an answer because she really didn't know what Zhao Xing meant.

Zhao Xing didn't care about him. Anyway, this was a secret room, so he picked up the wine pot, poured it on himself, and then drank it dry. When he picked it up and poured it, there was no more wine.

Zhang Cuiyan looked at Zhao Xing who was indifferent to her mood, picked up the wine pot and went out quietly. Before Zhao Xing could stand up and say goodbye, a new pot of wine was brought in. "Yes, let's have some drinks with your second brother."

Zhang Zhiji took out a big bowl, one brother was one.

He brought it to Zhao Xing, and Zhao Xing slowly drank it. When he put down the wine bowl, for some reason, Zhao Xing felt extremely aggrieved in his heart, extremely lonely and helpless, and he lay on the table without any image and started crying bitterly.

At this time, Zhang Cuiyan, Zhang Zhi and his brothers saw that Zhao Xing, who had been calm and composed, had been so lonely and helpless when the sky fell.

When Zhao Xing came to this world, he always felt lonely. Even when he walked on the bustling streets, he still felt like he was walking through the desert or in a game.

This feeling bites his heart at any time, making him feel heart-wrenching.

Although he had Xiufen and Xiao Fatty, his sense of loneliness could not be relieved. He felt helpless because of loneliness. However, when he returned home, he could not tell his mother and sister.

This further enhances his sense of loneliness.

But I don’t know why today, but the young lady’s simple words suddenly touched his heart, making him feel like he wanted to release.

Can it be really released? No, everything still needs to be borne by oneself alone, just like a lonely warrior, standing in the vast yellow sand, facing the enemy's troops, without reinforcements or partners, only one person left to him rushed forward alone, bearing huge pressure, and opening a bloody road.

The good brother Zhang Zhiji was a little at a loss. He wanted to stand up and comfort his brother, who he thought was a trivial matter when the sky fell. However, he opened his mouth, but he really didn't know what to say and how to comfort him.

Seeing his painful expression, his sister Zhang Cuiyan shook her head gently at him: "Let him cry for a while, his burden cannot be solved or shared. Let him cry for a while, relax himself, and when he finishes crying, he will be another loud man." Zhang Zhiji sat there honestly, looking at his brother crying, but he was helpless.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhao Xing finally expressed his depression in his heart. He felt much more relaxed and stood up awkwardly, bowing to the eldest lady and his brother: “I’m sorry, I’m rude and have lost my composure.” Then he said goodbye, slowly walked out of this small room, and walked out of the glorious British Duke’s Mansion.

Zhang Cuiyan looked at the lonely figure and suddenly became obsessed with her eyes, and she sighed in her heart: "This is a man, a responsible man. If I have the ability and can share the burden for you, how great it would be."

Zhang Zhiji, who was in a heavy mood, looked at Zhao Xing who was walking away alone. He lamented in his heart that his friend had changed. When he turned his head and looked at his sister, he suddenly realized that his sister seemed to have changed too. Where did he change? Finally, he made a conclusion: "Tell dad a great thing quickly, my sister is in a thirsty way."
Chapter completed!