Su Duhan's hand gently stroked the lifelike image of his father painted on the silk, and asked silently in his heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Su Duhan used to respect and admire his father, but he was angry that his father gave up the throne seven years ago, and no matter how resentful he was, he always regarded his father as the god in his heart.

Practicing martial arts since childhood, Su Rui taught by word and deed, starting from the most basic horse steps.

Practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, the young Su Duhan has developed a good ability with his father. At that time, he often used his father's example to inspire himself, and he was willing to follow his father's blood on the battlefield and be invincible.

Then, his father was on the border all the year round, and he and his mother got together less and more, although he regretted it, he never relaxed his hard work, and wanted to be a man like his father.

It's just that his father, who has been regarded as a god since he was a child, is willing to keep himself and his mother in the dark. From the moment he learned the truth, Su Duhan had a hatred that slowly grew in his heart. In the past seven years, this hatred has grown from the initial sprout to the towering tree it is today.

The cousin from Yunnan, surnamed Su Guangfu, has no blood relationship with himself, he is just the bloodline of the last prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he takes Kuang Fu Da Zhou as his responsibility from generation to generation according to the ancestral teachings.

Su Guangfu traveled thousands of miles to mourn, bringing Su Duhan a secret that he thought was shocking. I was afraid that he would not believe it, so I brought a token. In Canglang Xuan's study, his life experience was described in detail.

Su Guangfu thought that Su Duhan had been the son of the eldest princess and Prince An for fifteen years, and it would take a lot of effort for him to accept his true life experience, and even took out the handwritten letter from the prime minister and Su Chongjiu to confirm their identities.

After a long time, the two letters have been yellowed, and they were carefully inlaid in the glass frame by Su Guangfu, and carefully held them for Su Duhan to see.

On the yellowed piece of paper, the bright red prime minister's seal is simple and introverted, and the imprint that symbolizes identity has not faded with the passage of time, and is still as red as the remnant sun like blood.

Su Chongjiu's handwriting, Su Duhan was not interested at all. Back then, he was just said by everyone to be the son of a widow, and he couldn't prove his identity. Only the handwritten letter stamped with the seal of the Great Zhou Millennium Prime Minister made Su Duhan look sideways slightly, carefully read it in his hand over and over again, and read the seal letter over and over again.

"Su Guangfu, where is the heirloom jade seal hidden?" Su Duhan clasped his hands behind his back, no longer addressing himself as his cousin, but condescendingly asked the person kneeling at his feet, as if he recognized his identity and his responsibility.

Su Guangfu was ecstatic, raised his head excitedly, and looked at Su Duhan in disbelief: "The little master believes in his life experience?"

"I knew my life experience early on, seven years have passed, you came too late", Su Duhan's tone was cold and pungent, and he couldn't hear any emotional ups and downs, but his clenched fists revealed the pain in his heart, Su Guangfu could see that his hands were pale from too hard.

"The jade seal of the country has been stored in the ancestral hall of the Su family's old house, and this time the little master sent the master's tablet back to Cangnan, and it can be seen", Su Guangfu knelt on the ground respectfully, his eyes were eager and crazy, following Su Rui, Su Duhan really made him see hope.

After the defeat of the first battle in Barrier Sun City, Su Rui could have succeeded Chu Tianshu and successfully ascended to the throne of Xixia, and then with the forces they had operated in the other two countries for several years, they could gradually encroach on the territory of the other two countries, and the recovery of the Great Zhou may not be without a chance.

The future is bright, but Su Rui chose to defend Xixia's regime, not only did he not want the throne of Xixia, but he also stabbed Yuan Fei in the main hall.

That sword was to declare that he would not recognize his identity as a descendant of the Great Zhou, officially break with them, and warn them not to entangle with him again.

At that time, they could no longer regard Su Rui as their master, and let him kill the descendants of the remnants of the Great Zhou.

In the Xixia Palace, there are also their eyeliners, and Su Duhan's various actions have made them see hope, abandon Su Rui, and set their fanatical eyes on Su Duhan. In this way, there is only one chance to reshuffle the cards.

Therefore, after several years of operation, the poisonous arrow that had been shot at Chu Tianshu finally shot at Su Rui at the right time. Because of his father's tragic death, Su Duhan's incomparable hatred for the Xixia royal family was aroused.

Looking at Su Dui's cold and sharp gaze, Su Guangfu's heart was full of hope. After so many years of hibernation, Su Guangfu couldn't tell whether the efforts of his group of people were to restore the Great Zhou or to achieve their own ambitions, but the obsession of generation after generation was deeply planted in their hearts and had become all they lived.

Through a thin layer of glass, Su Duhan touched the bright red seal of the prime minister, and the more he thought about the dream that was gradually remaining, the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, and his face floated with a solemn anger: "Who is Yuan Fei?"

Su Guangfu was surprised by Su Duhan's sensitivity beyond his age, he didn't dare to hide it, lowered his head, and elaborated on Yuan Fei's origin. Su Duhan listened carefully, and then turned his thoughts to the afternoon two years ago when he accidentally learned about his background.

Except for the housekeeper who swept for him, no one was allowed to enter his study.

Su Duhan understands that as a long-term commander, there are too many military secrets in his father's study, and he respects his father and naturally will not disobey his father's orders.

That day, he just happened to find a map of the border city, and thought that he would quietly return it after reading it, so he secretly stepped into his father's study while no one was prepared.

In a hurry, he heard the sound of a person, afraid that the people outside would find out, and he hid behind the large bookcase in the inner room, but he did not touch the mechanism under his feet and opened a secret door.

Entering through the secret door, the landscape map of Dong Qichang on the wall was slowly removed, and it was actually a small hidden grid, hiding a dark old lacquered golden nan wooden box.

Curious, Su Duhan secretly opened the box. The yellowed letterhead is a seal script commonly used a hundred years ago, sprinkled with gold, printed with a bright yellow flying dragon in the sky, and stamped with a jade seal and the emperor's private seal.

Su Duhan was familiar with history books, and recognized that it was the jade seal of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he knew the secret, and saw the letterhead from beginning to end, with a trace of coolness on his back, and the whole person seemed to fall into an ice cellar.

Su Duhan's mind was blank, he sat on the ground of the dark room, I don't know how many hours he sitted, his brain was like paste, and he couldn't grasp anything if he wanted to think.

It seemed that from the day to the starry day, Su Duhan, who had regained consciousness, carefully put the box back in its original place, and then pulled the mechanism to restore it.

Slipping out of the study with one foot deep and one foot shallow, Su Duhan didn't even remember how he wandered back to Canglang Xuan.

In the second half of the night, the starry sky was suddenly blocked by dark clouds. That night it was dark and raining heavily, and he sat in the pavilion of Canglang Xuan, drenched by the rain that poured in obliquely.

The cold on his body can't compare to the cold in his heart. No matter how much you endure, you can't give up your deep resentment towards your father. (To be continued.) )