"My eldest brother is really a good brother who loves his younger brothers."
Han Ding's eyes were cold, and his words were even colder, "In order for my three-year-old brother to temper his courage, Jiangmen Huzi, who has long been able to ride a horse and hunt, just acted like a newcomer seeing blood for the first time.
My puppy was tortured to death.”
Han Yan's expression felt uncomfortable for a moment.
Of course he knew that Han Nai would kill Han Ding's puppy, and it was definitely not for Han Ding.
Han Nai was either jealous of Han Ding's status as his legitimate son, or wanted to teach Han Ding a lesson... Anyway, Han Nai had absolutely no good intentions.
However, Han Ding is indeed useless.
Ask him to kill a dog, a puppy that has just reached its full moon, but he is still timid and hesitant.
Besides, how many years ago was this all?
Han Ding is actually still worried?
It’s okay if it’s useless, but to be so petty and vindictive!
He really doesn’t have the slightest bit of magnanimity and magnanimity of the Han family!
etc--
Suddenly, Han Yan seemed to have thought of something.
His head turned around inch by inch, and his eyes, which seemed to be cannibalistic, finally fell on Han Ding.
Not only was Han Ding not frightened by Han Yan's terrifying aura, but he curled up the corners of his lips and revealed a shy smile:
"My eldest brother is so friendly to my brothers and sisters. As a younger brother, naturally I can't help but express my feelings."
"Didn't my elder brother often say that the sons of the Han family are good at fighting? They are the bravest men both on the ground and on the ground."
"So, I also want to test my brother's equestrian skills——"
At this point, there really is no need to say any more.
Han Yan had guessed something just now. Now that he heard Han Ding's words, what else didn't he understand?
"Beast! You little beast! That's your eldest brother, your biological eldest brother from the same father!"
"Is it possible that in your heart, your eldest brother is not as good as a dog?"
Han Yan stood up suddenly, like an angry tiger.
He waved two sandbag-like fists and swung them quickly towards Han Ding.
Han Ding did not dodge. He gently raised his arm and directly caught Han Yan's powerful fist.
Han Yan's eyes widened: "How is that possible? You, you -"
Can you actually catch his fist?
People of your own know your own affairs.
Although Han Yan is over fifty years old, he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child.
His body is very strong.
I dare not say that I can kill a tiger with one punch, but the force of this punch is tens of kilograms at least.
As a result, Han Ding, a squeamish young man who looked weak, actually caught it easily.
"Father, you didn't expect that I am actually the most authentic descendant of the Han family."
Han Ding held Han Yan's fist and used a little force.
Han Yan's facial features were a little distorted in pain, and his body couldn't help but tremble a little.
pain!
His hands seemed to be clamped by iron pliers.
What shocked Han Yan the most was Han Ding's words, "Father, I am born with divine power!"
The first generation of the Han family, Zhenbei Hou, was originally a farmer cultivating the fields.
But because of his extraordinary strength, when he was dragged into corvee service, he was noticed by a general who led the army. He was promoted along the way and made many military exploits, and then he became the Han family of Zhenbei Hou!
After four generations, the magical power of the ancestor of the Han family was actually inherited by a seemingly frail young master like Han Ding.
Han Yan couldn't believe it: "Impossible! This is impossible!"
He is the best son of the Han family and the one who can bring supreme glory to the Han family.
Even if he is Da Lang, Han Yan can accept it.
Why was it Han Ding who had been abandoned by him since he was a child?!
Han Yan collapsed a little, and something he held on to and was proud of suddenly shattered.
"Also, father, do you really think you can achieve your great things?"
"I am indeed not a good general, but I have read history books——"
In the dynasty changes recorded in the history books, almost no general successfully rebelled.
Even if there is, it is a general trend and it is time for the dynasty to overthrow.
As for the current imperial court, although the old emperor is not too wise, he is not too foolish.
The key is that the world is at peace and there are no major disasters.
If people can live a better life, there will be no large-scale civil unrest.
And if Han Yan started an uprising in the capital and directly carried out a palace coup, he might still have a chance to win the world.
The reality is that Han Yan's power is in northern Xinjiang.
Northern Xinjiang is more than a thousand miles away from the capital. Even if Han Ding brings an army of 200,000, he will not be able to successfully attack the capital.
Tsk tsk, you don’t read history books and don’t understand the situation in the world. Just because you have some soldiers, you try to overthrow the imperial court and establish a new dynasty. What a dream!
Han Yan:......
Although Han Ding did not say many words, the contempt and ridicule in his eyes were too obvious.
Anger surged in Han Yan's chest.
He does not have an unfilial son like Han Ding, a wolf cub with great strength, but he will not give in easily.
"Also, father, do you think I can kill Han Nai easily by myself?"
"It's been three months since you left Northern Xinjiang. Do you think Northern Xinjiang is still stable?"
The old emperor's health is failing, and he wants to help his son eliminate the biggest threat before he dies.
Empress Han openly helped, while Han Ding secretly handed the knife to the old emperor to clear out certain forces in northern Xinjiang. It was so easy!
"You traitor! You traitor! Northern Xinjiang is the foundation of the Han family. As a descendant of the Han family, you actually help outsiders cut off the foundation of your family?"
Han Yan's eyes were split open, and he wished he could eat the Han Ding in front of him alive.
Han Ding smiled, "The foundation of the Han family? Isn't it you who destroyed it?"
If Han Yan was as calm as the old Zhenbei Marquis, instead of always thinking about uniting with the wealthy families in northern Xinjiang to cause trouble, the old emperor would probably not be in a hurry to take action.
Han Yan did not retreat bravely, but continued to dominate in northern Xinjiang. This was destroying the Han family.
besides--
"Furthermore, what does the Han family have to do with me? Father, don't tell me that you will take my mother and me away from the capital before you cause trouble!"
Han Ding was not a saint who repaid evil with kindness.
Han Yan used him as a pawn to paralyze the court, and he directly destroyed Han Yan's "career".
They, father and son, are even!
puff!
Han Yan couldn't hold it on any longer, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
His body also rapidly deteriorated in the shortest possible time.
Han Ding let go of his hand and let Han Yan fall to the ground with a bang.
He took out the handkerchief and carefully wiped off the blood on his hands.
"You little beast, you, do you think you will end up with a good ending just because you helped the old emperor harm the Han family?"
Han Yan knew that he was dying.
But he also didn't want to let go of Han Ding, an unfilial son.
With blood spraying from his mouth, Han Yan spoke intermittently.
"No matter how miserable the fate is, it shouldn't be as miserable as being pushed to the city gate and having his head chopped off to sacrifice to the flag."
Han Ding would not be frightened by Han Yan's few words.
He retorted with a smile.
Han Yan: ...What a little beast, he is so articulate.
Han Ding suddenly became interested when he saw Han Yan's unwilling expression.
He lifted up the hem of his clothes, squatted down, came in front of Han Yan, and whispered: "Also, father, you don't really think that I have taken refuge with the old emperor, do you?"
When placing bets, you must choose stocks with promising potential.
The old emperor was already declining, and Han Ding was not really stupid, so why would he choose him?
After hearing this, Han Yan's scarlet eyes showed a complicated expression.
This son, to a certain extent, is actually very much like him.
