Don't force it...

What happens if you have a biased request? Is it just like the master said - everything you wish is lost?

Tan Zhenying remembered that he asked Zhao Wen'an what he said. At that time, they were still studying under Tang Zhijian, and they were brothers of the same school.

He remembered clearly what Zhao Wen'an said. Many years later, when he was released to Dihua, it was this sentence that supported him, so that he did not get depressed, but got up on the spot and walked stubbornly.

"If you know that it is impossible, you are a hero."

Zhao Wen'an said this, and Tan Zhenying did this. They embarked on two different paths, but the steps under their feet were equally firm.

Now, Tan Zhenying stood in front of the Zhao Mansion where no one was guarding, looking at the two open doors, and suddenly felt relieved. Zhao Wen'an was waiting for him, waiting for him in this way, because he and him were both heroes, not moral heroes, but heroes who were not afraid of danger and death.

Tan Zhenying walked in. The Zhao Mansion was not big, but it was long and deep. When you looked at the door, you couldn't see the end. But there was no pavilion, tower, stage, rockery, and only the winding paths were leisurely and the ink bamboo was green.

Zhao Wen'an sat in the study and waited for him, but he was not the only one in the study. There was a girl standing behind him, who was only 28 years old, with bright eyebrows and bright eyes, very clever, and looked a little familiar.

Tan Zhenying stared at her for a while, and finally remembered: She was the boy Zhao Zimai found to summon the soul, but she was dressed as a man at that time, so he didn't recognize her for a while.

"Brother Tan, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time." Zhao Wen'an stood up from behind the table, bowed to him like he was a young man, and gave him to the chair next to him.

Tan Zhenying did not sit down, her eyes swept Zhao Wen'an's calm face and sneered, "I thought Lord Zhao would meet me alone, but I didn't expect that I even found a helper."

Zhao Wen'an smiled softly, "Brother Tan, don't worry, I'm looking for this girl, just to prevent problems. If Brother Tan doesn't take action, I promise she won't take action."

"Mr. Zhao is really good at joking," Tan Zhenying pushed the hair on his forehead behind his head, revealing a thin face with clear eyebrows. Suddenly, his eyebrows raised upwards, a bit of evil spirit appeared in his eyes, and his right palm also clenched in his sleeves. "In less than half a quarter of an hour, the guards of the inner guards will come here. If I don't want to do anything to Lord Zhao, why should I come here for nothing?"

"This is natural," Zhao Wen'an's smile on his face was still very relaxed, as if he had not noticed Tan Zhenying's murderous aura at all. "It's just that I remember many years ago, when you and I were both worshiping the teacher, they always talked all night long, climbing the present and losing the past. Looking back now, I still missed that carefree period of youth."

Tan Zhenying burst into tears, "What do you want to say to me? Even if you say it, if you want to use these words to delay time, it is not necessary to wait for the arrival of the Great Inner Guard, because except for a few more people who have blood splattered in your Zhao Mansion, the final outcome will not change at all."

"Brother Tan is willing to listen to me, and Zhao is already very grateful." Zhao Wen'an walked forward alone. Sang wanted to follow him, but he raised his hand to stop him. He came to Tan Zhenying and stood face to face with him, with bright eyes, "In Brother Tan's mind, is Zhao a person who loves power?"

Tan Zhenying didn't expect him to suddenly ask such a sentence, and then pondered for a moment, then said, "You are not, Lord Zhao Wen'an and Zhao, there are not many things in this world that you can admire. Fame, fortune and wealth cannot be seen by you."

"Then what is the purpose of me being so hardworking every day to manage it carefully? The answer is very simple, because what I think in my heart is exactly the same as what Brother Tan thinks in my heart, and it is nothing more than the word "save the country."

Tan Zhenying did not answer, but did not deny it. She just raised her chin and looked at Zhao Wen'an coldly with the light at the corner of her eyes.

"But today, I want to tell Brother Tan you something. I have never said this to anyone, including my own son. Because speaking this will bring disaster to me and my Zhao family."

Tan Zhenying was a little stunned, and two words were squeezed out from the corner of her mouth, "Tell me."

Zhao Wen'an moved his gaze away from Tan Zhenying's face and looked at the dusty sky outside the door. The calmness on his face was replaced by a touch of sad desolation. The yellow sand reflected in his eyes, adding a bit of insensitivity to his always elite gaze. His face seemed to have suddenly grown aged for ten years and changed so quickly. Tan Zhenying almost felt that the person standing in front of him was not the energetic Zhao Wen'an. But at the same time, he was a little scared, afraid that what was the sentence he was about to blurt out, that changed the appearance of this high-spirited Lord Zhao, who had high fighting spirit? What was it, that eroded his ambition and determination?

"If there are less than fifty years, the Qing Dynasty will perish."

A low and slow sentence was like a nail knocking from the head, nailing Tan Zhenying to the spot without moving.

The wind outside the door was even more fierce, the sky was yellow and dark, as if it was dyed, like the doomsday. Perhaps it was the doomsday, because Tan Zhenying believed that Zhao Wen'an was saying the truth. It would be no good for him or her to say it, and it would not harm him. He had no need to use this to deceive people. What's more, given the current situation of the two, Zhao Wen'an didn't have to say such a sentence to deceive himself.

But Tan Zhenying still didn't want to believe it. Even though he believed in Zhao Wen'an and his judgment on the world, he still couldn't convince himself to believe such a rebellious sentence.

Fifty years will die? He sneered in his heart, his eyes suddenly became shiny, and there was madness inside. He looked up and cursed at Zhao Wen'an, "It's nonsense."

"Brother Tan, you always say that Western learning harms the country, but how many of you have stepped out of the country? How many of you have opened your eyes and seen the outside world? I can't assert that others, but Brother Tan, I believe that if you are like me, have heard, thought about it, you will definitely come to the same conclusion as me."

Speaking of this, while Tan Zhenying was stunned, Zhao Wen'an walked to the bookcase beside him, took out a large booklet with thick leather from it, and handed it to Tan Zhenying.

"Although I am good at joking, why do I use this as a play? This is a photo album, which contains photos taken by my followers when I was abroad. If Brother Tan is interested, he can open the list."

"photo?"

"The things in it will prove to Brother Tan that the credibility of my words is of great significance."
Chapter completed!