Han Yanxuan was very surprised.

Ruthless, this kid in front of him definitely hates people, and he doesn't even recognize his ancestors.

No, it's not. What if, what if he really wasn't Li Xing?

Han Yanxuan carefully reintegrated all the information investigated, and coupled with Yingyue's personal recognition of people at close range, Han Yanxuan was convinced that the Han Jiang in front of him was Li Xing.

But what if, what if not.

Han Yanxuan asked again: "Okay, you said that your name is Han Jiang, and you are from that one or that hall." ”

This question was asked last time, but Han Jiang did not answer.

In the few days here, Han Jiang understands that people with surnames, even farmers can find their own county wangtang number, they all have roots, and every village also has an ancestral hall.

Han Jiang took a deep breath: "I'm from Dayjin Hall. ”

If Han Yanxuan was surprised just now, it would be stunned, and the whole person was stunned.

Does the Han clan have a day brocade hall?

No.

However, the Dayjin Hall does exist, and this hall is the place where Han Qizhishi, the great-grandfather of Han Yanzhou, studied and painted after returning to his hometown.

Han Yanxuan was really angry this time: "Han Jiang, if you talk nonsense, you are not afraid that the old man will kill you." As he spoke, Han Yanxuan lifted a tea bowl on the table, and was about to smash it on the ground, Han Jiang also had a hot head, and stepped forward suddenly: "Han Gong, wait a minute." ”

Hold on?

Han Yanxuan could see clearly, and Han Jiang's eyes quickly swept across the entire room.

Han Jiang was looking at all his tea bowls, but each one made him reluctant, Han Jiang stepped forward and picked up a ball of scrapped paper on the desk, and snatched his beloved black cup from Han Yanxuan's hand, this thing Han Jiang likes it too much, this thing in the future is called Yao Chang Tianmu Zhan, which can no longer be described as priceless, it is a peerless treasure.

Han Yanxuan watched the tea bowl in his hand being taken away and replaced with a ball of paper, and then heard Han Jiang say: "Han Gong, you smash it, it's a pity that this lamp is smashed." ”

Hahaha!

Han Yanxuan looked up to the sky and laughed, which was a very angry laugh.

"Han Jiang, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Han Jiang was a little afraid, but for the sake of his future status, he had to gamble and fight once.

Now that it's time to fight, Han Jiang has no scruples.

"I'll settle accounts for Han Gong and kill me, I will definitely be dead, but if you don't save me, I'll be dead. So, I earned it for nothing if I lived a few more days. But Han Gong is different, these days the expenses in the house are not small, no matter how little money is paid, Han Gong is also lost in vain. ”

Speaking of this, Han Jiang's tone changed: "Li Xing died in Han Gong's mansion, Han Gong is sure that this matter will be concealed seamlessly?" In the DPRK, who doesn't have a political enemy? ”

"You ......" Han Yanxuan wanted to say, Han Jiang, you are not small, do you know who you are threatening? But Han Jiang hurriedly said: "This is not a threat, this is a fact." ”

Han Yanxuan changed his words: "My father saved your life." ”

"I owe Han Gong a life, I will admit this as long as I live and have a breath."

Han Yanxuan was also angry: "Be my son." ”

"What, what?" Han Jiang suspected that he had misheard. But Han Yanxuan didn't give Han Jiang a chance to think, and he didn't say it a second time, and shouted: "Someone." ”

Several family members rushed in, and Han Yan pointed at Han Jiang.

Han Jiangxin said: Bad thing, playing with fire, although you can't die, you can't escape the pain of flesh and skin.

Han Yanxuan smiled again, because he thought of the incident mentioned in Yingyue's report, Han Jiang cared more about the tea bowl in his hand than about Yingyue, so he ordered: "Take away the tea bowl in Brother Jiang'er's hand, as well as the one, that, and that tea bowl in the house." After Han Yanxuan finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and walked out.

Han Jiang wanted to scold the street in his heart, Han Yanxuan's eyes were so poisonous, and none of the tea bowls he had just swept with his eyes were bad.

watched as the Yao Chang Tianmu in his hand was snatched away, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Han Yanxuan, who had already walked to the door, deliberately glanced back, and after admiring the reluctance in Han Jiang's eyes, he strode away satisfied.

Han Yanxuan did not reduce Han Jiang's treatment in the house, but demanded that Han Jiang could do whatever he wanted, but he was not allowed to take the tea bowl in the house again.

After Han Yan left, Han Jiang let out a sigh of relief, he pretended to be good just now.

Han Jiang was calculating in his heart again, is this thing out of control?

It doesn't seem to be.

Also, What does it mean to be a son?

Han Jiang called the shadow: "Shadow, Han Gong has no children?" ”

Ying replied: "The lord has no children and no daughters, and when the big house arrives in Brother Tong'er's generation, although there are sons and daughters, there is only one son, and the doctor said that the disease in the mother's womb is a bit stupid." ”

After listening to the film's words, Han Jiang began to analyze what Han Yanxuan said, what it meant to let himself be his son.

Let's talk about Han Yanxuan.

He didn't go back to the study, but sat in the room where there were many materials, and he held the tea bowl in one hand.

This tea bowl is also a precious item at this time, and it is claimed that it will only produce one after burning 100,000 pieces, especially this one in Han Yanxuan's hand, which is blue, green under the candlelight, and gold wire on the side, and looks like a starry sky in the night, which is definitely a boutique among the best.

Han Yanxuan has been sitting here, not eating, not drinking water, and not allowing anyone to disturb him.

In the evening, Han An came to Han Yanxuan, and the rest of the people were not allowed to enter the house without Han Yanxuan's orders, and Han An belonged to one of the very few exceptions.

Han Yanxuan held the tea bowl in one hand, his eyes fixed on the oil lamp.

Han An stood aside with his hands down, standing silently.

Suddenly, Han Yanxuan spoke: "Brother An." ”

Han An immediately knelt down on one knee: "Lord." ”

"Get up, you stayed by my side when I was five years old, and I have always treated you as my brother all these years."

Han An didn't get up, and replied very solemnly: "The lord is the lord, I am a servant, it is my honor to serve the lord, the lord treats me kindly, I now have 100 acres of fertile land and two shops at home." ”

Han Yanxuan stretched out his hand to help: "Get up, I'm afraid you're going to hug your grandson." ”

"All things are a blessing to the Lord."

Han Yanxuan said: "However, I have no children and no daughters. You said that the Ministry of Labor Langzhong Lu Qiaobei wants to give me his son and pass him over. You say, should I or not? ”

Han An replied: "The lord asked the old slave to say, and the old slave said a few more words, and the old slave has also seen clearly in recent years, they are trying to make the power of the lord." ”

"How is Han Jiang?"

Han Yanxuan suddenly asked, and Han An was stunned.

"You say, how is Han Jiang? Is there such a wonderful person of this age in this Lin'an Mansion? ”

Han An thought for a while: "Lord, if you want to say that there is really nothing, the old slave has been observing these days, Brother Jiang is definitely not an ordinary person." Although he has been very wary these days, he has been cautious everywhere. The old slave originally wanted to come and experience a great disaster of life and death, which was also a normal reaction. But today, the old slave thinks that this is the nature of Brother Jiang, the son of Tianzhong and Tianjiao. ”