Wang Guojiu’s real name is Wang Xuanzhen, which means natural and simple. Because he is young and weak, his father does not expect him to be rich and noble, but only hopes that he can live in vain and freely.

But when the man saw him for the first time, he said, "Xuanzhen is an alias for jade. I will call you Yuqing in the future."

From then on, "Yuqing" became Wang Xuan's real nightmare.

Everyone knows that the Jade nobleman was favored by one move and soared into the sky. He had no son at his knees and was favored by the late emperor. He was able to ascend to heaven by one. Even Wang Xuanzhen, a half-destroyer, had a preference for the late emperor.

But they didn't know that there was a real nobleman in Yu, and Wang Xuanzhen was never the one who loved the house and the black one.

This was the resentment and shame that Wang Xuanzhen could not relieve throughout his life. When the late emperor died, he left a will to confer the imperial concubine as the empress dowager and granted the gold medal to avoid death.

What can Wang Xuan really do?

All hatred and hatred broke their teeth and swallowed them into their stomachs. They felt extremely bitter. They ate candy and chewed honey bites, ate all the teeth in their mouths. They beat them with the silver teeth that looked like snow, but they also bite them.

Not a piece of meat from an enemy.

So he was always in extreme reluctance and anger, and it was ignited at a moment, and Han Feng... obviously poured a handful of oil on his anger.

Han Feng calmly said, "Uncle Guo, are you really forgetting that?"

Wang Xuan's heart was swaying violently, his eyes staring at Han Feng. He was extremely angry, and his blood was vomiting in his throat, unable to even speak.

Han Feng was always careless, but his eyes were fixed on Wang Xuanzhen. Wang Xuan was really angry and frozen. He was familiar with this gaze... The night more than ten years ago, the pain reached the extreme. He gritted his teeth and endured it, thinking that it was the most important thing in the world.

The hard part is, and then he knows what the real hell and despair are.

At that time, his eyes were like Han Feng now.

"He killed you all his life, and died lightly. Are you willing?" Han Feng's voice was slow and his tone was gentle. "If it were me, even if the enemy was dead, he would dig out his body and whip the body to vent his hatred.

,smack, bone, rise, ash."

Qian Buhuan was holding Han Feng's belt, but when he heard the last four words, his hands suddenly trembled and he couldn't help letting Han Feng go.

What a terrifying momentum.

Wang Xuanzhen stared at Han Feng, and slowly opened her lips after a long time, bloodshot covered his silver teeth. His eyes were brighter than ever before, and his body shook excitedly, "You are right."

The singer in the pavilion fell into the water like a fish as the money was not exchanged, and walked along the secret passage under the water to the shore.

Wang Xuanzhen vomited blood, and the depression in his heart dissipated a lot. He had held this secret for too long and was suddenly exposed by Han Feng. The old acne flowed all over the ground, but it was also much more comfortable. He had calmed down.

He returned to his gloomy appearance, "How do you know?"

"I can tell fortunes." Han Feng said casually.

Wang Xuanzhen had no intention of getting involved with him in such a thing and asked further: "How much do you count?"

Of course it's all.

Han Feng was also surprised that Wang Xuanzhen would betray the Empress Dowager and turned to his side. Although the brothers and sisters often turned against each other, the Empress Dowager was extremely indulging in Wang Xuanzhen, and Wang Xuanzhen, as the Empress Dowager's younger brother, was indeed able to do so.

Countless benefits.

He doesn't understand why Wang Xuanzhen did this.

Han Feng didn't like the unknown, and he didn't like adventure. With his best efforts to verify the truth, the truth of the matter was slowly pieced together.

The late emperor never favored the Queen Mother, but the Queen Mother's younger brother. If only the siblings served together, perhaps Wang Xuanzhen would not hate the Queen Mother and the Queen Mother to the end.

The only thing that the late emperor is suspicious is that he loves Wang Xuanzhen's beauty and temperament, while he is worried that Wang Xuanzhen is "filthy in the harem", so he castrated Wang Xuanzhen without stopping.

How can Wang Xuanzhen not hate him?

Han Feng did not tell the whole story in front of Wang Xuanzhen, and said lightly: "What should be calculated is what should be calculated, but what should not be calculated is not calculated. Uncle Guo, you just need to know that I can avenge you, that's enough."

"Why are you helping me?" Wang Xuanzhen said quickly, without hiding his anxiety.

"It's very simple. You can't move him, just because the world is still his surname." Han Feng's eyes were circulating, and he was secretly stunning. "Isn't it better to change his surname?"

Wang Xuan's breathing was almost stagnant.

The late emperor was very eager and tortured him to death every time he was in bed. Wang Xuanzhen was simple in his urination and hated him no matter how much he thought about cursing the late emperor to die early. God has eyes, and the late emperor did die very early, but Wang Xuanzhen still

I don't relieve my hatred, but I never thought about...rebellion.

The word "rebellion" jumped in Wang Xuanzhen's mind, and his hair suddenly stood up all of his body. He had never been so clear in his life.

Yes, he hated the late emperor so much that he didn't even want to mention his name.

How many times did I poke that face in a nightmare and I felt extremely empty when I woke up.

That emptiness can never be filled, Wang Xuanzhen thought desperately.

Wang Xuanzhen swallowed his saliva, his hands shaking slightly in his sleeves, and his eyes slowly became straightened.

"Uncle Guo is thinking slowly," Han Feng bowed, "I - wait anytime." After saying that, he turned around and walked into the water. The lake flooded his calves. He moved slowly, the water waves split, and his momentum was moving forward. Wang Xuanzhen suddenly came out.

Han Feng seemed to see the shadow of the late emperor.

That is the conceit that only people can have supreme authority in life and death.

Wang Xuanzhen shook slightly.

Han Feng walked out of the uncle's mansion with a wet and intact. Although his face was pale, he still had a smile in his eyes. When the money was not exchanged, he was very fierce to him. When he sent him out of the mansion, he became respectful, "Mr. Han,

The carriages are ready."

"You are a very smart person," Han Feng said calmly, "There will be great luck in the future."

Qian Budian has been with Wang Xuanzhen for fourteen years. Wang Xuanzhen is unstable, sometimes gentle as water, sometimes violent as fire, sometimes crying for no reason, and never treats the people around him as human beings, even if money doesn't

After following him all the time, Wang Xuanzhen treats him almost the same as other servants. At most, he loves to use him more. No matter from any aspect, Wang Xuanzhen is not a good master. If money is not replaced, he can be safely by Wang Xuanzhen.

It is also amazing to stay for fourteen years, and the mind and nature have been well tempered.

If you don't change this kind of money, you're a little afraid of Han Feng. He felt an unfathomable terror in Han Feng. This terror is completely different from Wang Xuan's really hysterical. It's elusive. He dare not respond or please him.

, in front of Han Feng, he would feel that he was uncovered.

Qian Buhuan silently sent Han Feng to the front of the mansion and opened the door for Han Feng with his own hands.

While the sound of opening the door came, the rapid sound of horse hooves attracted the eyes of the two people from far to near. Under the gloomy sky, a white-robed horse galloped over, and the wind blew the people's sleeves, bulging like feather wings.

"Wow—" Lynch saw Han Feng at the door from afar, and immediately stopped the horse. The horse stepped on its front hooves and neighed high. Lynch tied the horse's reins and then pulled it back and stopped the horse's stance, with bright eyes

Shooting at Han Feng, "Master Han!"

Lynch's hair was messy, his jade hairpin was oblique, his pretty face was sweating, and his clothes were messy, his expression was filled with anxiety, but his face was still restrained, and he breathed evenly, and he said with a reserved look: "Han

Sir, what a coincidence."

When Han Feng saw Lynch's figure from afar, he was a little stunned. At this moment, Lynch pulled the horse in front and called him softly, but his tongue was numb, his head was hot, and his eyes were staring up at Lynch sitting on the horse.

, He seemed to be trapped in a dream, a snow.

Qian Buhuan's eyes were amazing, and he immediately understood and said tactfully: "Mr. Lin is passing by?"

Although Lynch is a weak noble man, riding a horse is still not a problem. He is still running in a hurry and his breath is still steady. His back is soaked. He opens his eyes and tells a lie: "Yes, isn't Lord Han still sick?

?How come I have the energy to visit the uncle's mansion? I have invited Lord Han several times but haven't seen Lord Han to enjoy the glory. It's better to choose a date to meet the sun. Lord Han, can you drink with me?"

"Mr. Han, it seems that this carriage is not needed," Qian Buhuan waved and bowed, "Please, Lord Han."

Lynch 'snatched' the wet treacherous minister.

When Han Feng got on the horse, Lin Qi realized that Han Feng's boots and robe were wet. He thought that Wang Guojiu was really embarrassed by him, so he drove the horse away immediately so that his uncle would not run out to catch the person back.

Han Feng sat behind Lynch, and the smell of Lynch's body magnified and spread to the tip of his nose. The smell of incense and sweat formed a new smell.

Lynch loves to be clean, always spotless, the smell on his body is also clear and clean. Han Feng circled him, his eyes fell on the back of his neck, the dark collar was slightly soaked in sweat, and it was radiated against the slender and fair neck

Up, messy and embarrassed.

"Mr. Lin, why did you come here?" Han Feng said in a hoarse voice.

Lynch was still nervous and breathed a sigh of relief. The uncle's mansion behind him was already out of sight, so he lowered his head and said softly: "Thank you, Doctor Jin."

He spoke with his face on his face, approaching Han Feng's shoulders so that Han Feng could hear it clearly, and Han Feng could see Lynch's high nose and red lips as soon as he lowered his head.

"Uncle Guoyao..." Lynn wanted to ask Uncle Wang if it was difficult for Han Feng, but the strange feeling coming from behind him suddenly made him cut off his words.

The two of them rode together, Han Feng was tall and held the reins with both hands, almost wrapping Lynch in his arms. The two were so close that he could smell the faint smell of sweat on Lynch's body, and Lynch could also detect it.

His abnormality was revealed.

Han Feng is hard.

Lynch's face slowly turned red. He quietly turned his face, and his hand holding the reins was slightly sweating.

Han Feng really wanted to kill him by jumping into the roadside with his head.

He really doesn't believe that there are men in the world who can control themselves in such things.

Han Feng had tried his best not to think about it, but he could not stop his brother from lying on his head and trying it out. His sweetheart was wrapped in sweat and wrapped in his arms. Or came for him, how could he suppress his joy?

Lynch fell silent, and Han Feng's breathing sound came from his ears. The road ahead was forked, and to the left was the road, and to the right was the alley. Lynch shook the reins with his hand, and the horse ran leisurely to the right.

The alley is remote, the bluestone slabs are uneven, the horse's back is shaking, Han Feng's legs are cold and harsh, but his legs are on fire, and behind Lynch, he can't help but poke forward along the footsteps of the horse.

Lynch held the reins of the horse, and the sweat he had when he ran over was dry. The middle clothes were tightly pressed against his body. At this time, he was sweating again, making it hard to bear to be sticky. Han Feng poked every stroke, as if there was nothing, Lin

Qi held back his messy breathing and grabbed the reins with his hands tighter and tighter.
Chapter completed!