readx;? Chapter 1: Chinese New Year (7)

"Okay, okay, since my son doesn't want to live up to his friend's righteousness, as a father, let me make it clear to you. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 "Maybe he was extremely angry, but Han Kuangsi showed a smile on his face, gritted his teeth, and slowly added, "I think at the beginning, Brother Zhao Jiashuo is also your good friend, right? How he died, do you remember?"

Hearing the familiar name, Han Derang's eyes involuntarily shed two lines of tears, "Remember, kid remember." It was Grandpa who raided his house and destroyed his house by the emperor's holy decree!"

"Indeed, it's for my father's hand! My father is naturally ruthless!" Han Kuangsi nodded with a smile, his eyes were as sharp as two daggers, "Before that, what official position did Brother Shuo's father hold and what official position did he hold for his father, do you remember?"

"Grandpa, Grandpa is, he is the deputy envoy of the Southern Privy Council. Uncle of the Zhao family, he is the envoy of the Southern Privy Council!" Han Derang's scalp tingled when he was asked, and he involuntarily took half a step back, groaning in response.

"Then now, what is the position of the father, and what is the position of Brother Ling's grandfather?" Han Kuangsi quietly chased forward half a step forward and continued to ask, his eyes actually revealed a bit of love, like a wild wolf teaching his young son how to hunt.

Han Derang's young heart suddenly shuddered, his face turned pale, and he responded in a trembling voice, "Grandpa, Grandpa is now the Privy Council Envoy of the South, Brother Ling, Brother Ling's grandfather, yes, is the Privy Councillor." Grandpa, you, are you afraid that our family will follow in the footsteps of the Zhao family? But Your Majesty has always trusted you!"

"Of course, Your Majesty, don't you have a lot of trust in the Zhao family!" Han Kuangsi's eyes flashed with a little appreciation. smiled and shook his head lightly again, "The Zhao clan was ordered to invade the south, suffered defeat, and its strength was greatly reduced. Immediately take his place for the Father. Now, both your father and your uncle have lost their battles."

"No, no, it's not fair!" Han Derang shook his head screaming, his little face pale as snow, sweat mixed with tears rolling down his face.

How could this be? This was completely different from the world he had known before! It was even more different from the sage books he had read! But the serious expressions on the faces of his father and two uncles clearly told him that this was the real world. Bloody, brutal, without any warmth to speak of.

"You're still young, my father originally wanted to let you see this later!" Seeing his son's painful appearance, Han Kuangsi also felt uncomfortable. Squatted down and wiped the water stains on his son's face with his calloused thumb, "But as a father, I can't let you live in an illusory imagination all the time." Otherwise, it will not only hurt you. Thousands of people in our Han family will be harmed by you one day!"

"No, ——!" Han Derang screamed loudly, turned around and wanted to escape, but Han Kuangsi, who was his father, grabbed his shoulders hard, "Don't run, I haven't finished my father's words yet." Back then, the strength of our Youzhou Zhao clan was greatly damaged, so our Han clan took its place. Now our Han clan's strength has been greatly damaged, and the strength of the Youzhou Lu clan is second only to ours. In order to prevent trouble, his father could only take the lead and kill the Lu family. Brother Ling may have died unjustly, but his father had to do it. This is a troubled time, and the strong man is the king. You can't trust anything but the knife in your hand, and you can't rely on anything to rely on! My child, do you understand when the Father says this?"

"No, I don't understand!" Han Derang closed his eyes and reached out to cover his ears. The two arms were held by his father Han Kuangsi and could not be lifted.

Through his crying, his father's words became even colder, "Don't cry, since you want Brother Ling to die clearly, your father will fulfill you." My father asks you, if one must die between Brother Ling and you, will you kill him, or will you close your eyes and wait for him to kill?"

"No, I don't choose, I don't choose!" Han Derang protested loudly, struggling, but he was never able to break free from his father's grasp. Han Kuangmei and Han Kuangmei couldn't bear it, and tried to step forward to dissuade them, but they were all forced back by Han Kuangsi's knife-like gaze.

"Ten years old, already an adult! Must choose!" As if to state his reasons to his two younger brothers, and as if to tell his son, Han Kuangsi blushed and slowly explained, "This time in the southern expedition, you and my brother are not so much losing to Guo Jiaque and Fu Lao Wolf, but losing to a group of juniors. Zheng Ziming, Han Chongyun, Hu Yanzan, and, that Zhao Kuangyin. And our next generation now only has the likes of Red Inu, Dexin, Han Zhuo and Ma Yanxu. If you and I all grow old in the future, who will support the family business in Youzhou? If Liu Han or some other imperial court really recovers the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, who in our Han family may end up in a good end? I am afraid that not only will the living people be ruined, but even the dead ancestors will have to be dug out of their graves and their bones and scattered to ashes!"

Han Kuangmei and Kuang Xian were blushing and speechless.

Although they don't want to admit it, their eyes have clearly seen the demeanor of several young heroes in the Central Plains. And on their own side, whether it is Yelu Chi Dog and Han Dexin, who are close, or Han Zuo and Ma Yanxu, who are relatively distant, compared to each other, they are all like mud clouds!

In other words, to put it more painfully, the next generation of heroes in the Central Plains has shown their grandeur. On the side of Youzhou and Liao, the pillars of the next generation who may bear the heavy responsibility have not yet become talented. If the situation continues to develop like this, the so-called luck in the north will become a complete joke. And once the Han family recovers the sixteen states of Yanyun and beats the Khitans to the bottom again, their entire Han clan will become chaotic ministers and thieves, and they will be written into the history books for generations to scold for future generations!

"I, I'll kill him with a knife, kill his whole family!" The sharp voice suddenly sounded from the side, interrupting the sorrow of the two brothers, Han Kuangmei and Kuangxian. The two brothers quickly lowered their heads, just in time to see their nephew Han Derang's blood-dripping eyes.

"I'll kill him, kill his whole family!" As if he had grown up in an instant, Han Derang's eyes were red, and his eyes were as cold as a beast, "Whoever dares to threaten our Han family, I will destroy him." Even if he is the emperor, Grandpa, I have chosen, I have chosen according to your wishes. Am I right, right?"

"You are a thousand-mile horse of our Han family, and my father didn't mistake you!" Han Kuangsi slowly let go of his son's shoulder, and wiped the blood and tears from the other party's face again with his thumb, "Don't blame your father for forcing you, this is a troubled time, and you can't grow up normally." ”

"Thank you for your advice!" Han Derang quietly took a half step back, and then bowed down. No longer like a young child who is being pampered by his parents, but more like a disciple who is about to become a teacher.

"You go back and rest, if you don't feel happy, go to the temple to burn a few incense sticks for Brother Ling. Let the Buddha bless him in the next life and be born in peacetime. Han Kuangsi suddenly felt as if he had lost something in his heart, but he didn't dare to regret it. Waving his hand, he whispered a command.

"Yes!" the child took his leave. Uncle, nephew farewell!" Han Derang saluted his father and two uncles one after another, and then walked to the door of the house in small steps. At the moment when his feet were about to step out of the threshold, he slowly turned his head back and asked in a low voice: "Grandpa, if I chose to close my eyes and wait for death just now, would you kill me like you killed my sister?"