Uncle Wan Dao, since he was a child, he didn't seem to like him very much.

But his grandmother loved him so much that she even went past several of his uncle's cousins. Once upon a time, he secretly wondered if it was because of this that his uncle always did not fake his colors and spoke in a blunt tone when facing him.

But as his nephew, Yan Lin's treatment at his uncle was completely different from Yan Huai's.

Compared with Yan Huai, Yan Lin is really too popular with his uncle.

Although it was a matter of childhood, Yan Huai still remembered. In the winter of that year, a heavy snow fell and covered the whole of Kyoto in a thick layer of snow, and as far as the eye could see, it was a vast white color. He and Yan Lin wore fox fur jackets of the same color and material, and were led out by their stepmother Xiao Wan and went to Wanjia.

The Dingguo Gongwan family also lives in Nancheng, but most of the Nancheng is separated from the Yan family, and it costs a lot of time on the road to go all the way.

But the road was full of snow, and everywhere the horse's hooves stepped on it was slippery and cold, and the coachman didn't dare to drive the carriage too fast, but walked slowly and evenly towards Qingfeng Lane, where Wanjia was located.

The car door was firmly closed, and not even a trace of wind and snow could blow in, but Yan Lin was particularly afraid of the cold, and shrank into Xiao Wan's arms and refused to come out, muttering: "Mother, the child is cold." ”

Xiao Wan hugged him weakly, disgusting that he looked like a girl's family. Immediately, she looked at him with eyes that were so gentle that they seemed to be dripping water, and said with a smile: "Look at my brother, why is it not cold at all?" You're wearing exactly the same clothes. In my opinion, you should go with your brother to practice martial arts with your father. ”

Later in the day, her voice suddenly changed slightly.

Yan Huai was young at that time. I heard the tremor of her voice, but I didn't make contact.

His father only taught him alone, and it was obvious that he was suffering and tired, so that people thought about death every day. In the eyes of the stepmother, it was a loss to Yanlin.

No matter what, Yan Lin should be the most important child in his father's heart.

At that time, Xiao Wan's must have thought like this.

Yan Huai recalled the past at this time, and involuntarily showed a sad look on his face.

What kind of strange heart is his father, who died young, treating his eldest son?

If his father treats him well, it is like a big joke. The children next to him are still nestled in the arms of their parents. He had already been taken by his father to the rows of weapons with a cold face, and then before he could grow up, his father couldn't wait to send him away.

Wait until he returns. What I saw was my father's coffin.

The longevity timber of the golden silk nanmu was painted with black lacquer and rested silently in the mourning hall.

He remembered the pattern painted on the coffin, but he forgot his father's appearance......

"Shizi. What should I do about this? Jixiang didn't see him speak for a long time. I couldn't help but ask.

Yan Huai lowered his eyes and was silent, and after a long time, Fang sighed, and the young man's jade-like face showed a tired look, and said in a trembling voice: "Watch and see for a few more days." ”

Xiao Wan's wants to harm him and wants his life, he can understand. For the sake of Yan Lin, it is not surprising that she wants to have such a mind. Ultimately. His birth mother was not her. The rules of the Yan family, except for the one who inherits the family business. The rest of them are not grandchildren, and when they become adults and have a wife, they will have to live away from the Yan family.

Chengguo Mansion, from the moment Yan Lin was born, was destined to have nothing that belonged to him.

When he grows up, marries a wife and has children, there are only a few people who can get a share, and Xiao Wan, as the righteous old lady of the Yan family, must live in the Chengguo Mansion as usual.

Since then, it has been difficult for Xiao Wan to see his biological son from time to time.

All this is enough for Xiao Wan to seek the position of Chengguo for his son.

If you want Yan Lin to attack the lord, either he will die, or he will become a wasted person, which is no different from death.

Xiao Wan's thoughts, no matter how vicious they are, Yan Huai can understand them. But once the matter fell on the eldest uncle Wan Jidao, he couldn't help but be depressed.

The winter snow when I was a child seems to have been cold until now, and it has not disappeared.

On that day, the carriage arrived at Wanjia and drove until it stopped outside the second gate. The people of the Wan family got the news that they were coming early in the morning, so my grandmother asked my aunt to send someone to wait at the second gate, waiting for them to come.

Yan Huai was the first to get off the carriage.

Before his feet touched the ground, there was a steady sound of footsteps behind him.

He didn't have to look back to know that it was his uncle.

Sure enough, the eldest aunt smiled and asked him why he came back so early today. He said that Zhilu Dao Yanlin was here and came back early.

Yan Huai's "uncle", which had already surged to his mouth, swallowed it again with the end of this sentence. He froze there, not knowing what to do, feeling rather embarrassed. Yan Lin suddenly got out of the carriage, pushed him, and shouted, "Brother, don't block the door!" ”

The eldest uncle's cold eyes suddenly looked at him.

When he was a child, Yan Huai was very afraid of Uncle Wanjia.

Ten thousand Dao are military generals, born tall and mighty, condescendingly to that station, as soon as he bowed his head, Yan Huai trembled and did not dare to move again.

He bowed his head in disdain, his fingers tugging at the hem of his clothes.

Yan Lin behind him ran quickly towards his uncle, shouting happily: "Uncle, what fun did you bring me this time?" ”

He just came back from southern Yunnan, and he must have brought something to everyone in the house, and naturally there was Yan Lin's share in it.

Yan Huai was stunned, but his body staggered to the ground because of Yan Lin's collision. If it weren't for Mother Qin, who was beside his grandmother, who was quick to help him, I was afraid that his head would be broken on the extremely hard frozen platform.

If Yan Lin is replaced, he will definitely be so frightened that he will immediately cry loudly. But he knew that he could not cry. From the day he began to walk on the horse, his father forbade him to shed another tear, and even if it was in pain, he could only laugh.

He remembered what his father had said with an expressionless face, leaned on Qin's mother's arms and smiled slightly, but tears couldn't help but roll in his red eyes.

The uncle looked at him with undisguised disgust in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said a word.

Yan Huai stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and suddenly he couldn't remember what his uncle said that day.

The night breeze crept in through the cracks in the window lattices. With the slight coolness of autumn. Before you know it, the summer days are getting old, and another autumn is coming.

Three autumns and three autumns. It had been so many autumns since he left Beijing, so it was no wonder that he couldn't remember what his uncle said at that time.

He frowned, tired, and sent the person out of the country temporarily after a few auspicious words, and without taking off his boots, he crooked on the bamboo couch, closed his eyes and muttered: "I don't like me since I was a child." Do you want my life now......"

Muttering, he suddenly remembered the big fire of the Hu family.

The twisted sword found in the fire, the swastika in the seal.

Now I want to come. But there seems to be a more reasonable explanation. Xiao Wan has no one in his hands, but there is still his mother's brother behind him. If those people are all uncles, it makes sense, why are they so ruthless. At the expense of slaughtering the village, we must find him and get rid of him.

Today's Dingguo Gong is more than 10,000. When he led the troops to southern Yunnan in July, he was famous for his harshness in Western Vietnam.

At that time, he was still a son of the world, and he was bound by his actions, but now after years of precipitation, he must be even more ruthless.

Being an opponent with him, Yan Huai felt a headache just thinking about it.

Compare intelligence, means, qualifications, and connections, no matter what. He only had to bow down to the other party immediately!

He tossed and turned on the bamboo couch, and the wound on his waist was stinging.

After a while. He suddenly rolled over and sat up, his brow furrowed, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

Could it be that his father had long expected that there would be such a situation today, so he sent him out of Beijing when he was seven years old, sent him far away, kept everyone in the dark, and sent him to the Tianji Camp to practice martial arts?

The Tianji camp is located under the long yellow sand, the traces are difficult to find, and it is very hidden, it is a good place for Tibetans, and it is also a good place for people to concentrate on martial arts.

He had been speculating about the reason why his father sent him to the Tianji Camp, but he seemed to suddenly come to his senses.

If my father had known about today, everything would have made sense!

What kind of person is my uncle, doesn't my father know? When they were young, they were very good friends and were like siblings, so when they grew up, their father married the eldest daughter of the Wan family and became the son-in-law of the Wan family.

That's why my father sent him away ruthlessly, hoping that he would have the ability to fight them on the day he returned!

Yan Huai sat on the cool green bamboo couch, and couldn't help but tremble because of the conjecture in his heart.

If what he thinks is true, then all this is too shocking!

He and Yan Lin are both the nephews of Wanjidao, and his biological mother is the eldest daughter of Wanjia's most favored concubine, and she is rumored to be the most beloved sister of Wanjidao when she was young.

All this, from the master to the servant, everyone knows it, and there will be no mistake.

But why did his uncle always look like that when facing him after his biological mother died? And now you want to draw your sword against him?

Yan Huai's face was full of surprise, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt his heart beating.

Why are the people who want his life all his relatives who are related by blood?

The young man's eyes were dark and unpredictable.

At this moment, there was a knock on the closed door.

He was startled and didn't move, but raised his voice and asked, "Who is it?" ”

"Shizi, my young lady ordered the kitchen to make a supper, and specially asked the slave maid to ask you, do you want to use some together?"

A slightly rough female voice is not common, this voice was heard by Yan Huai as soon as it entered her ears, and the person who came was the big girl Tulan next to Xie Shuning. The interracial girl who is taller than him and is almost as tall as Jixiang is really unforgettable.

He wanted to refuse, and suddenly remembered that Jixiang should be outside the door at this time, why there was no movement at all, and his heart was in a pang at the moment, and he said in his mouth, "It's okay, then I'll bother Miss Eight", while pulling out a feather arrow in a quiver, and quietly approached the door.

"Oh, but the young lady also said, I wonder if you want to eat porridge or drink wine with some side dishes?" The girl's voice outside the door was getting closer and closer, "Besides, Miss said, please don't lie again this time, otherwise she will have to add a lot of salt to your food." (To be continued......)

PS: Kavin has been stuck for a long time, delete and write, let's change it first, add it tomorrow ~ I'm sorry for being late~