After leaving the palace, Han Du looked back at the brightly lit Fengtian Palace and couldn't help but sigh. He had done everything he should do, and it was considered an explanation to Zhu Biao. As for how Lao Zhu would punish Zhu Ping, that had nothing to do with him.

.Thinking about it, with all these things going on and Zhu Biao protecting him, Lao Zhu would not do anything to Zhu Chong.

He strode towards his home, where he not only had An Qing, his parents and children waiting for him, but there was also something he needed to confirm.

"Master Hou is back~"

Han Du had just walked around the corner and before he got close, he was seen by the guard guarding the door. He roared loudly, turned around and ran towards the house, obviously to inform the master and his wife. .??.

When Han Du walked into the door, he happened to see his parents and An Qing coming out with his son in his arms.

It seemed that when he went out, the whole family was worried about him, and a warm breath of spring filled Han Du's chest.

Han Du first bowed to the two elders: "Father, mother, the child is back."

"It'll be good to come back~" Han De and Liu smiled and nodded in unison, smiling in unison.

Han Du stood up, his eyes moved involuntarily to An Qing, stepped forward to hold her arm, and said softly: "I'm back."

"Hmm~" An Qing looked at Han Du with unblinking eyes and nodded slightly.

Han Du laughed loudly, stretched out his hands to hug his son, and moved his unshaven mouth towards his son's tender face.

"Bah~"

"Son, do you miss your father?"

Although Han Kezhong is almost three years old, he still can't remember things. He can forget someone every three to five days, not to mention that Han Du has been away for more than two months? Being hugged by Han Du is like meeting a stranger.

Like a normal person, Han Kezhong's face was full of panic. He kept slapping Han Du's face with his little chubby hands. He struggled to go back to find An Qing and even cried out.

"Oh oh oh~ Zhonger, be good, mother is here." An Qing originally thought of coaxing his son a few times, but it had no effect at all, and his crying became louder and louder.

Han Du hugged his son with a face full of embarrassment. Is this little brat his biological child? He didn't recognize him after not seeing each other for only two months. Thinking back to the time when this little brat was sleeping on his belly, he didn't have the slightest connection with him.

Na.

With no other choice, Han Du had no choice but to let go when An Qing reached out to hug his son.

What made Han Du even more angry was that as soon as his son was in An Qing's hands, he stopped crying instantly and even had the courage to stare back at Han Du with his dark eyes.

Han Du smiled helplessly and accompanied An Qing and his son back to his yard.

"You haven't eaten yet? I'll have someone bring you some food and wine." An Qing put his son on the bed, then turned around and helped Han Du undress.

Han Du froze when he took off his clothes when he heard this.

After An Qing noticed it, he asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

If it wasn't just a meal, why would Han Du have such a big reaction?

Han Du came back to his senses, smiled and comforted An Qing, and then said while taking off his clothes: "Too much alcohol is not good for children. You can have the food and wine put in the front hall, and I will eat there."

"That's fine." An Qing nodded and responded without thinking too much.

Anyway, whether you eat in the front hall or in the house, there is not much difference.

Han Du came to the front hall and saw that the maid had already placed the wine and food, and was about to leave. Han Du immediately stopped her and said, "Go and find Uncle Mu. I want to buy him a drink."

"Yes, Lord Marquis." The maid turned around and leaned over to agree, and then went to find Muda.

After a while, Muda came to the front hall, stooped down and walked in. He bowed slightly towards Han Du and said, "Master Hou, are you looking for me?"

From the moment Uncle Mu entered the door, Han Du's eyes never left his face. After he walked up to him and spoke, Han Du came back to his senses, smiled, and stretched out his hand to signal: "Uncle Mu is here.

,sit down!"

"Thank you, Lord Marquis." Muda bowed slightly and sat down across from Han Du's table.

Seeing that Mu Da was a little confused looking at the food and wine on the table, Han Du smiled and explained: "I haven't had a drink with Uncle Mu either.

No, I was bored drinking alone, so I wanted to have a drink with Uncle Mu."

With that said, Han Du picked up the wine bottle, poured two glasses, and handed one to Muda.

"Thank you, Mr. Marquis, but I've already had dinner, so I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you." Muda quickly stood up, took it with both hands, put the wine glass on the table, and said a little apologetically.

Han Du smiled slightly and said casually: "It doesn't matter, Uncle Mu takes a sip first to see if he can't drink it, I won't force him, right?"

After saying that, he looked at Muda calmly with his eyes as gentle as usual.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your understanding." Muda didn't think much about it. After thanking Han Du, he picked up the wine glass without any hesitation.

Han Du also smiled and picked up the wine glass, gesturing towards Muda from a distance.

Han Du drank the wine in one gulp and looked at Muda with a normal expression.

Seeing this, Muda had no choice but to smile at Han Du and drink all the wine in the glass. Muda, who was originally smiling, suddenly turned dark after the wine went into his throat. He raised his eyes and glanced at Han Du.

Go and see Han Du staring at him with burning eyes, Muda forced a smile and said hesitantly: "Master Marquis, this wine, this wine"

"What's wrong with the wine?" Han Du looked at Muda without blinking and asked calmly.

"This doesn't seem to be the immortal drunk in the house, right?" Mu Dagan laughed and looked at Han Du tentatively.

But Han Du looked at him with a smile on his face and said nothing. As time passed, Muda's face quickly darkened.

When Han Du saw such a change in Mu Da's expression, he naturally understood. With a sigh, Han Du said lightly: "Uncle Mu, is it really you?"

"Master Marquis, I" Muda originally wanted to make a quibble, but the words came to his lips but he couldn't say them anyway.

Han Du took a deep breath and said with a burst of sadness in his tone: "This wine is called Yufrog Spring, and it is only available in Xi'an. I think Uncle Mu should be very familiar with this wine, right?"

Now that things have happened, Muda no longer quibbles. The idea is that he feels that quibbles in front of Han Du are blasphemous to the relationship between him and Han Du. After straightening his back, Muda no longer hides it, and acts openly and openly.

He admitted: "Yes, Xiao Xiao made this wine. But what Xiao Xiao doesn't understand is that Mr. Hou has never been to Xi'an before, and this is his first time. Why can he be sure that this wine is the same as Xiao Xiao's?

Does it matter?"

Han Du looked at Muda with a dazed look on his face. At first he was just suspicious, but now he was sure that Muda was hiding another layer of identity. Thinking of Muda being in the Han family for so many years, Han Du was frightened.

Faced with his question and looking at the years of friendship, Han Du did not hide it from him. He nodded and said: "It is impossible for people who do not understand the distillation process to brew the unusual wine of Immortal Drunk."

"Isn't it possible that no one could come up with a way to steam wine by chance?" Muda continued to ask.

Han Du nodded, curled his lips and said: "Of course it is possible. As long as they use the method of steaming wine, they can brew high-strength wine."

Seeing Muda, he shook his head and continued: "But even so, they will only sell the wine directly, instead of diluting the distilled good wine and then selling it. The better the wine, the higher the price will be.

The higher the value, the strength of the wine mixed with water will not be reduced, but the taste will be inferior. I think if ordinary people made such a wine, they would not choose to mix it with water and sell it, right?"

"Yes, this is indeed the truth. All turmoil in the world is for profit." Muda nodded in agreement, and then asked: "Then how did the Marquis find out that this is wrong?"

Han Du saw that Mu Da wanted to ask clearly, so he looked into his eyes and said: "Perhaps people who have never drunk high-alcohol wine cannot taste the strange taste, but in the mouths of people who are used to drinking real wine, a taste of it will

You can easily tell the difference by tasting it. Uncle Mu has drunk both kinds of wine, so he should have a deep understanding of this."

Muda was stunned when he heard this. He naturally knew that the taste of the two wines was different. However, he just took a sip of the wine mixed with water and felt that it was not as delicious as the drunken god, so he did not drink any more.

Drink it. If Han Du hadn't mentioned it, he would have completely forgotten about it.

"How does the Marquis know the difference between the two wines?" Muda asked with some confusion.

Han Du smiled and did not explain to him.

However, Muda thought that Han Du carefully tasted and differentiated the flavors of the two kinds of wine after discovering it in Xi'an. He nodded with a smile in admiration and said: "The Marquis is indeed as careful as his hair, and the younger one is far inferior."

Han Du was noncommittal and didn't express any reaction to Mu Da's words. He then asked, "Uncle Mu's nephew is not your nephew as Uncle Mu said, right?"

Muda smiled when he heard this and said: "For the sake of Mr. Hou patiently answering my doubts, I told Mr. Hou bluntly, no! Not only was it not true, but before that, I didn't know him at all.

.”

"Uncle Mu dared to tell someone he didn't know that he was your nephew in front of me, and even took the initiative to arrange for him to stay in the wine shop. Uncle Mu, who are you?" Han Du noticed that Yu Dongchun

After something went wrong, I immediately thought that there was something wrong with my own winery. Then I thought of Muda, because the distillation process is strictly confidential. Apart from Han Du, only Muda knew about it. Following Han Du, I thought of

Since Muda had a problem with the nephew brought by Muda, this person who suddenly appeared in front of Han Du naturally aroused Han Du's suspicion.

When Han Du was talking, his right hand always hung under the table. At this time, he quietly opened the cowhide box on his waist and secretly took the revolver into his hand.

Mu Da chuckled, leaned back, clasped his fingers together and placed them on his raised legs. He glanced at Han Du's right hand and said with a forced smile: "Master Hou, you'd better put down the revolver. If it's a small one,

If we really wanted to go against the Marquis, we would have already taken action against him. How could we give him a chance to pick up the revolver?"

Han Du's face stiffened. He didn't know whether what Mu Da said was true or not, but he didn't listen to Mu Da and put down the revolver. What if he was bluffing him? What if he put down the revolver, but he

If you suddenly take action, who should you go to to reason with?

Rather than believing in his friendship with Muda, Han Du still felt that Zuo Lun gave him more confidence.

Seeing that Han Du had no intention of putting down the revolver, Muda stopped trying to persuade him. After taking a look at it, he praised: "Master Hou is truly a genius. He can even make such a magical weapon as a revolver. To be honest, the little one is

As a martial arts practitioner, I would be extremely indignant when I saw the revolver, and even thought of destroying it completely.

Practicing martial arts is not just about earning money, but also about talent. A person with extraordinary talent, who has been practicing hard for decades, will not be as good as someone like Mr. Hou who has no strength to hold a chicken.

A revolver has murderous intent."

Shaking his head lightly, Mu Da looked at Han Du blankly and asked, "Master Marquis, is this fair?"

I don’t care about fairness or unfairness. Besides, only existence in this world is reasonable. Where can there be so much fairness? Han Du suddenly came back to his senses at this thought, looked at Muda with wide eyes, and asked in surprise: "You

Practicing martial arts? Who are you?"
To be continued...