He took the porcelain bowl from the Fifth Madam's hand and drank it up.
The medicine was very bitter, but Han Dazhong's heart was sweet. Only in adversity could one see one's true feelings. Of his wives and concubines, only the Fifth Madam was left. Although the servants in the mansion did not run away, these days, their faces were full of worry.
If it weren't for the fact that they would be killed as escaped slaves if they ran away, the huge Han's mansion would have been empty long ago.
In the past, if he stamped his feet, he could at least stir up a storm in Jianghu in the territory of Qing 'an Prefecture. However, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. When the wall is down, everyone pushes it. The small forces that used to be attached to the Han's family had drawn a clear line with them to avoid being affected. As for his good friends, after symbolically visiting the Han's mansion, they would vaguely mention the Bixie Swordbook. Han Dazhong had long given up the hope of asking them for help.
Perhaps they had played a part in the Han Family's current state.
Fortunately, there were still people who were loyal to him. He glanced at the beautiful Fifth Madam and lay down on the bed.
He had been in the martial arts world for decades, but he was so angry that he had to lie in bed one day. He had never been so weak in his life. Today, he didn't know why. He just got up for a while, but he felt sleepy again. His eyelids became heavier and his vision gradually blurred.
The Fifth Madam smiled at him on the bed. Her smile was very beautiful … This was probably the last image left in the mind of the ambitious and ruthless Senior Han.
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Today, the brothel was very lively. The customers whispered to each other, and it was noisy. The only waiter who delivered tea was running so much that his legs were about to break. The broad beans made by Xiao Zhu had been sold out. It was a small plate of five copper coins. Often customers thought it was not enough, and they would give him ten copper coins and ask him to get a bigger one.
The originally open stage was hung with a curtain, which tightly covered the stage. The customers' eyes glanced over there from time to time. What was the Painted Skin Stage? It caught their curiosity.
Lin Dabao was the only waiter here. At the moment, he was a little nervous. His palms were sweating as he held the teapot.
He had to be nervous. Grandpa Sun and the others had been busy for so many days, waiting for this day.
This was related to what kind of life they would have in the future. If they failed today, they would all have to leave tomorrow with their burdens on their backs.
No, I can't think about it anymore. There are still a few pots of tea left. I can't let the guests wait anxiously. Wiping the sweat from my palms, I picked up the teapot and jogged over.
As early as a few days ago, a large notice was pasted outside the main gate of the house. Whether it was passersby or guests, everyone could see it.
The content of the notice was very simple. On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, there would be a performance of "Painted Skin" in the brothel. The location of the brothel was marked on a small map below, and everyone was welcome to come and watch.
No one knew what a stage play was. However, they were no strangers to the Painted Skin.
It was the most popular story in the brothel a few days ago. The content of the story was very exciting. It was said that it could stop children from crying. Even the most courageous man would shiver after hearing it. Even the security at night in Qing 'an Prefecture was a lot better. After hearing the story, there were fewer people walking at night.
Although they didn't know what a stage play was, they were sure that it wasn't a dry story told by the old man. With the reputation of the Painted Skin, the first performance was almost full after the advertisement was put out.
Li Yi sat in a remote corner, and Fang sat next to him. He was a little listless and didn't even have the mood to watch the play.
Thinking that he had quarreled with his wife again, Li Yi didn't care too much. Suddenly, someone squeezed into the empty seat next to him. Wu Er came over and said in a low voice, "Han Dazhong is dead."
These days, Wu Er was very concerned about the matter of Senior Han. He knew that the county magistrate was more concerned about it than he was. Once there was any news, he would immediately come to report.
"When the government received the report from the Han family's servants, Han Dazhong was already dead in bed. It was said that he was poisoned to death. The entire Han family was turned upside down, and all the gold and silver were gone. The government found some clues on the same day. It was said that the person who did it was the Fifth Madam that he married not long ago. That woman had an affair with one of Han Dazhong's disciples and added arsenic to his medicine. The two of them took the Han family's belongings and fled. They are now wanted."
Wu Er said in detail. In fact, these days, the Han family had been in the eye of the storm. No matter what happened, it would quickly spread out.
"He already has half a foot in the coffin, yet he still wants to marry a concubine. This is great, he didn't die in the hands of others, but in the hands of his own people." Regarding this matter, Wu Er was actually very surprised.
According to the news he heard, in the Jianghu, there were already many forces that were ready to make a move. Their target was the Bixie Swordplay of the Han family. In the end, before they could do anything, Han Dazhong died.
This time, it was estimated that many people would be disappointed. According to the previous speculation, in the entire Han family, only Han Dazhong knew the swordplay of the Bixie Swordplay, and he didn't pass it on to any of his disciples. After Han Dazhong died, the Bixie Swordplay was naturally lost. After hearing this news, many people would beat their chests and stamp their feet, regretting that they didn't act earlier.
In the following period of time, it was estimated that the Han family would be very lively. Han Dazhong didn't have any children, but he had a lot of disciples. Except for the one who ran away with the Fifth Madam, the rest of his disciples and wives would probably think of ways to divide the whole Han family.
Of course, there would always be people in the Jianghu who didn't give up. That swordplay was miraculous. Wu Er was sure that if they could become the number one in the world, many of them would cut off that thing without hesitation. It was not enough for the Han family to be turned upside down. If they didn't dig three feet into the ground to find that thing, they wouldn't give up.
Even Wu Er had once wondered in his heart whether that thing was more important or being the number one in the world. After struggling for a whole day, when he told his elder brother about his doubts, he was almost beaten to death by him. Since then, he had never thought about being the number one in the world.
Li Yi had almost completely integrated into this world. The weak were prey to the strong, and only the fittest survived. Some people did things unscrupulously, and when they did something wrong, no one would punish them. This was wrong. From the beginning to the end, he had never thought about letting go of the surname Han. Since no one would punish him, he would do it himself.
Yesterday, he fiercely slapped himself a few times to erase the thought of being the number one in the world from his mind.
After sobering up, Wu Er finally realized that the evil swordplay, the number one in the world, was just a casual story told by the county magistrate. This story was spread out from his mouth.
The Han family, which was a giant in his eyes, was destroyed and fell apart because of this story. Thinking about it, the origin of this matter was nothing more than the story that the county magistrate spent 15 minutes to let him remember in the room that day.
Wu Er didn't sympathize with the Han family at all. On the surface, they were a senior in the martial arts world, but in fact, they did some petty things. The things that Han Dazhong had done were enough for him to die more than ten times. Wu Er was a little excited to be able to personally eliminate this evil for the martial arts world.
Suddenly, he thought of something and turned to look at Li Yi. He asked in a low voice, "Sir, Han Dazhong is dead. What about Squire Zhao?"
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