After all, the eldest son has been the crown prince for five years. Even though his position is not very stable, he still has the calm aura of a superior person. At this moment, the look of him coming to kill with a sword has completely swept away his previous cowardice, and he looks a bit Wu Wu.

The charm of Xian's youth.

Facing Wu Xian's stern questioning, the eldest son's face showed no emotion, but a few rays of disappointment appeared in his eyes, and the next breath turned into mockery. He raised his free hand, and the palm of his hand was covered with half-dried blood.

Look carefully and there are hair strands.

From this we can deduce whose hair this hand had grabbed not long ago.

Or maybe——

Wu Xian's eyes fell on the bloody sword.

I added silently in my mind.

Whose head did this scoundrel capture?

Suddenly, Wu Xian felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

The eldest son threw the sharp sword at his feet, and everyone was disappointed: "Patricide? Father, do you think that your son came here to kill his father? I really want to cut open your heart with my own hands, peel off the flesh and see the heart inside

, to what extent is it biased!”

He had been holding this question in his mind for many years.

In the past, I was afraid of my father's power. Due to my cowardly temperament, I could only keep this question in my heart. Sometimes I would dream about being wronged in the middle of the night and I would cry on my pillow until my head was wet with tears. My biological father didn't like me and my biological mother didn't love me. These two people hated me so much.

, why did you have to give birth to him back then? He was just born, so why did you force him to a height beyond his control and give him too high expectations?

Just carrying these things made him emotionally depressed to the point of collapse.

In fact, before his younger brother rose to prominence, his life was not so difficult. His father was also kind, serious and gentle. He would personally hold his young hand and teach him how to bend a bow and arrow, even if his archery skills were poor and his progress was slow.

Not only did his father not say harsh words, he comforted him. The future leader of the Wu family would only need to know how to recognize and employ people. In the future, there will naturally be people who are good at shooting enemies or prey for him, people who are good at planning for him, and people who are good at chess.

Overall, he just needs to learn how to use people.

His identity as Wu Xian's son is his greatest confidence.

The young child's anxiety was calmed down one by one by these remarks.

Until the second brother picked up a bow and arrow and hit the target for the first time, and hit the bull's-eye for the second time. His outstanding talent gradually attracted his father's attention. At first, his father would hold their brother's hand and patiently tell him what to do.

I took care of my younger brother and turned around to tell him to respect his elder brother. At that time, my younger brother's fair and round little face was full of seriousness and admiration, and he nodded heavily and wrote it down.

[A son will be his brother’s forever right-hand man.]

Wu Xian laughed heartily at his youngest son's simple and pure answer. In a moment of excitement, he picked up his second son when he exclaimed and put him on his shoulders. The second son subconsciously held Wu Xian's head to sit still.

Wu Xian said happily: [Okay, okay, brothers, friends, and brothers are the way to prosper a family and a clan. As a father, I will clear all obstacles for your brothers and prosper the Wu family!]

The eldest son pursed his lips shyly and looked up at his younger brother who was so tall. Envy almost filled his heart. He also wanted to be held by his father and sit on his shoulders - his father's shoulders were so broad and heavy that he didn't know what sitting on was.

How does it feel? The scenery he sees while sitting up there is different from usual. He opened his mouth, but his father was already carrying his second brother and striding forward, so he could only follow in a hurry.

This wish was never expressed in the end.

Children are the most emotionally sensitive.

Even though his talent was mediocre, he gradually felt that the eyes that originally fell on him gradually fell on his second brother.

The eldest son warned himself not to be jealous of his brothers.

As an older brother, you should set a good example for your younger siblings.

He has always been so forbearing and restrained, but he also envied his second brother.

I envy the second brother for his open-minded and bohemian temperament, the second brother for being able to get along with others no matter how high or low he is, the second brother for being able to do chivalry without any scruples... Outsiders say that the second young master inherits his father's style, and even his father's closest confidants

Think so.

As the second brother grew up, his light became brighter and brighter.

My father likes me, my mother loves me, and my close friends and followers favor me.

He was so overwhelmed by this light that he couldn't lift his head. No one could see his efforts, embarrassment and bitterness. They would only shake their heads in disappointment, or show him pity and prick him with holes.

The eldest son pointed at Wu Xian's nose with a bloody finger.

The smell of blood rushed into Wu Xian's nose.

He frowned in disgust: "You think so?"

The eldest son was greatly stimulated by these four words. His breath was thick and his facial features were twisted and twitched as his emotions changed.

"You actually ask me, do I think so?" The eldest son's voice was trembling, his cheek muscles twitched uncontrollably, and his eyes were scarlet red, "It's not that I think that, it's that you do this! I would even think that this

It would be nice if there was no second brother in the world!"

"If I didn't have such an outstanding second brother..."

"...My son, maybe I won't be so embarrassed."

"...Or maybe I was born not the eldest son, but the second son. Your eldest son is your second brother and the one you are most satisfied with. Wouldn't you treat me like this?" The eldest son said in the empty and cold room.

In the inner hall, he freely expressed his inner feelings that had been buried for many years, as if the volcano that had been suppressed for many years finally found the eruption outlet. He roared at the top of his lungs and asked, "Wu Zhaode! I have really had enough over the years! Enough! I'm so damn tired.

Enough! Do you consider me your son?"

"Do you think of me as a human being?"

He faced himself with the palms of his hands.

"I'm human!"

"I am a human being! I am a human being! I am a human being!"

"I'm not your dog!"

"When you call them, they come, and when you wave them, they go?"

"Am I so mean in your eyes?"

"Hahahaha, but except for my second brother, which son or daughter is not your dog? You are partial! How far are you partial! Wu Zhaode, you are so dissatisfied with me, why don't you kill me? Why don't you kill me?

Why! Obviously you have killed a few of your own brothers, but you have suppressed the rest for so many years! You pretend to be the father of your ancestors!"

"Brothers and brothers, do you have the nerve to say this?"

"Why did my grandfather give you such a wonderful name? Xian De, hahahaha, but your surname is Wu! Wu Xian, Wuxian, Wuzhaode, this name - it's really amazing!" The eldest son laughed.

The voice was sharp and tears came out.

As he spoke, he clapped with all his strength.

The slaps and claps seemed to fall on Wu Xian's face, smoothly turning his face from green to red, and then from red to black.

It was true that no one used his name to make fun of him, but without exception, Wu Xian retaliated against him. Since then, he has become a prosperous person, and these words never dare to reach his ears again. Now when he hears them again, it is from his son, and he is so angry that his chest feels tight.

It hurt, and I almost vomited a mouthful of blood. I gritted my teeth and warned: "You have lost your mind!"

The eldest son's maniacal laughter suddenly stopped.

The clapping movement also stopped.

The side hall instantly fell into silence, and you could hear a needle drop.

Wu Xian looked directly into his eldest son's scarlet eyes. The father and son looked at each other stubbornly, neither of them willing to give in. Until the eldest son grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and his smile looked scary. But what was even more scary was yet to come. He raised his hand

Pick up the bloody palm.

He smiled and asked, "Father, do you know whose blood this is?"

Wu Xian's heart skipped a beat: "Whose?"

He smiled brightly: "Don't panic, Erchen guessed, you must be guessing that this blood belongs to the second brother now, right? No, Erchen has been taught since he was a child that elder brothers are like father, brothers and friends are respectful to each other, how could Erchen do this?

Disobey your father and kill your own brothers?"

Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief first.

Previously, both sons were forced into the womb at the same time.

In other words, one is forced into the palace, and the other is "the diligent king comes to the rescue".

Wu Xian received the news one step ahead of time.

He was shocked and angry. He didn't expect these two little brats to have such thoughts and do such an animal behavior of ignoring their father! Wu Xian can be the leader of Gao Kingdom, so naturally he can't be overthrown by two brats. It's just that God's calculations are not as good as those of man.

, Wu Xian still got the idea.

However, he was released after being placed under house arrest for two days.

Wu Xian was not in a hurry, he wanted to take this opportunity to clear away the hidden dangers in the court. Look at the usually respectful officials, how many of them secretly have evil thoughts that they shouldn't have, and they are both obedient and secret!

In the end, Wu Xian only waited for his eldest son.

He asked calmly: "Whose blood is that?"

The eldest son looked down at his palms and spat out an answer that sent chills down his spine: "This blood belongs to your first wife, my good mother. She wants to kill me with her own hands for the sake of my second brother!"

With the sound of tearing silk, the eldest son tore open his clothes and exposed his chest. There was a bleeding wound below his heart. The wound was not deep, but very long. The eldest son was so excited that the wound burst open, and fresh blood continued to flow out.

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To be continued...