After all, the eldest son has been the crown prince for five years. Even though his position is not very stable, he still cultivates a steady aura of a superior. At this moment, he looks like he is holding a sword and kills him, and he looks like he has a bit of Wu Xian's charm when he was young.

Facing Wu Xian's stern questioning, the eldest son's face was not at all turbulent, but a few strands of disappointment appeared in his eyes, and the next breath was mixed into mockery. He raised his free hand, and his palms were covered with half of the dry blood, and he carefully observed that his hair was still stranded.

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

Maybe—

Wu Xian's eyes fell to the blood-stained sword.

I silently add a sentence in my heart.

Whose head did this evil son capture?

Suddenly, a feeling of inexplicable uneasiness emerged in Wu Xian's heart.

The eldest son threw the sword at his feet and was disappointed: "Kill the father? Is the father thinking that his son is coming this time to kill the father? I really want to cut open your heart with your own hands and see how far the heart is! "

He has kept this problem in his mind for many years.

In the past, I was afraid of my father's power and because of my cowardice, this question only dared to be in my heart. Occasionally, I dreamed of aggrieved and cried on my pillow, crying with my head so hard that my biological father was not happy, and my biological mother didn't love me. Why did these two hate me so much? It would be fine to give birth to me, but why did I force him to a height that he could not control and give him too high expectations?

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

In fact, before his younger brother made his mark, his life was not so sad. His father was also kind, serious and gentle. He would hold his tender hand with his own hands and teach him to bend his bow and arrow. Even if his archery skills were spoiled and his progress was slow, his father not only did not say heavy words but comforted him. Wu's future helmsman knows how to recognize and employ people. In the future, there will naturally be good shooting people to capture enemies or prey for him. Those who are good at planning their future plans for him. Those who are good at chess plan the overall situation for him. He only needs to learn how to employ people.

Wu Xian’s son’s identity is his greatest confidence.

The child's nervousness was relieved one by one under these remarks.

Until, the second brother picked up the bow and arrow and shot the target for the first time, and the second time he hit the bull's eye. His outstanding talent gradually attracted the attention of his father. At first, the father would hold their brother's hand, patiently tell him to take care of his brother, and turn his head to tell his brother to respect his brother. At that time, the younger brother's white and round little face was full of seriousness and admiration, and he would write down the key points.

[The son will be the brother's eternal right-hand man.]

Wu Xian was amused by his younger son's simple and pure answer and was excited for a moment. He picked him up in his second son's exclamation and placed him on his shoulder. The second son subconsciously hugged Wu Xian's head to sit firmly. Wu Xian said with gratitude: [Okay, good, brothers, friendship and respect are the way to promote the family and the clan. Being a father will also clear all obstacles for your brothers, Daxing Wu Family!]

The eldest son pursed his lips shyly, looked up at his tall brother, and his envy was almost filled with his heart. He also wanted to be held by his father and sat on his shoulders. My father's shoulders were wide and heavy, and I wonder what it felt like to sit? What was the difference between the scenery sitting on it and the usual day? He opened his mouth, but my father had already strode forward with his second brother on his back, so he could only hurry up and follow.

This wish was not expressed in the end.

Children are most emotionally sensitive.

Even though he was mediocre innate, he gradually felt that the eyes that had fallen on him had fallen on his second brother one after another.

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

As a brother, you should set a good example for your younger brother and sister.

He has always been so tolerant and restrained, but he also envies his second brother.

I envy my second brother for being open-minded and unruly, I envy my second brother for being able to get along with others regardless of his status, and I envy my second brother for being chivalrous and righteous without any worries... Outsiders say that the second son inherits his father's style, and even his father's confidants think so.

As my second brother grew up, the light became stronger.

My father likes it, my mother loves it, and my close friends are indifferent.

I was so overwhelmed by this light that I couldn't raise my head. No one could see his efforts, embarrassment and bitterness. They would only shake their heads in disappointment, or throw pity on them, making him riddled with holes.

The eldest son pointed his blood-stained finger at Wu Xian's nose.

The smell of blood rushed into Wu Xian's nasal cavity.

He frowned: "You think so?"

The eldest son was very excited by these four words, and his breathing and breathing out a mouthful of turbid breath, and his facial features were twisted and twitching as his emotions changed.

"You actually asked me, I think so?" The eldest son's voice trembled slightly, his cheek muscles twitched uncontrollably, and his eyes were red, "It's not me who thinks so, you just do it! I even think, it's better if there is no second brother in this world!"

"If there was no such excellent second brother..."

"...Your son may not be so embarrassing."

"... Or maybe Erchen was not born with the eldest son, but the second son. Your eldest son is the second brother, and you are the one you are most satisfied with. Do you not treat Erchen like this?" The eldest son expressed his thoughts buried in his heart for many years in the empty and cold inner hall. He finally found the eruption of catharsis, as if the volcano that had been suppressed for many years. He roared at the top of his lungs, asking, "Wu Zhaode! Erchen has really had enough of these years! I have enough of it! I have fucked enough! Have you treated me as your son?"

"Did you treat me as a person?"

He rushed to himself with his palms.

"I'm a human!"

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

"I'm not a dog you raised!"

"Come and go away when summoned?"

"Am I so despicable in your eyes?"

"Hahahaha, but except for the second brother, which son and daughter are not your dog? You are biased! How biased are you? Wu Zhaode, you are so dissatisfied with me, why didn't you kill me? Why didn't you kill me? Why! You have even killed several of your fellow brothers, and the rest have been suppressed by you for many years! You pretend to be the kind fatherly heart of your ancestors!"

"Brother, brother, respect? Do you have the attitude to say this?"

"Why did my grandfather give you such a wonderful name? Xiande, hahaha, but your surname is Wu! Wu Xian, Wu Zhaode, this name is really amazing!" The eldest son smiled sharply, and tears came out.

As he said that, he also clapped with all his strength.

The applause of the slap seemed to fall on Wu Xian's face, and his face turned from blue to red and from red to black.

It was not that no one was making fun of his name before, but Wu Xian was revengeful without exception. Since then, he has become successful and never dared to enter his ears. Now when he hears it again, he is from his son's mouth. He is so angry that his chest is so tight that he almost vomits blood. He grits his teeth and warns: "You don't know anything!"

The eldest son's crazy laughter came to an abrupt end.

The clapping of his hands also stopped.

The side hall returned to silence in an instant, and the needles fell to the sound.

Wu Xian looked straight at the eldest son's scarlet eyes, and the father and son looked at each other stubbornly, and neither of them was willing to give in. Until the eldest son grinned, smiled and showed his white teeth, and looked at the creepy person with a smile. But, even more creepy person was still behind him, and he raised the blood-stained palm.

He asked with a smile: "Does my father know whose blood is this?"

Wu Xian's heart skipped: "Who's it?"

He smiled brightly: "Don't panic, Erchen guessed that you must guess that this blood belongs to the second brother now, right? No, Erchen was taught that his elder brother is like a father since he was a child, and his brothers are friendly and respectful. How could Erchen disobey his father and kill his own brothers?"

Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief at first.

Previously, the two sons forced the palace to be warded at the same time.

In other words, one is forcing the palace to be a palace, and the other is "rescuing the king and saving the emperor".

And Wu Xian received the news one step ahead.

He was shocked and angry, but he didn't expect that these two little bastards would have the intention to do beastly behavior of ignoring the king of kings and fathers! Wu Xian could be firmly in the kingdom of Gao, so naturally he could not be overthrown by the two bastards. But human calculations were not as good as God's calculations, so Wu Xian still fell in love with Taoer.

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

Wu Xian was not anxious. He wanted to take this opportunity to clear the hidden dangers in the court. Look at the officials who are respectful and respectful on weekdays. Among them, how many people behind their backs have little thoughts that they should not have and are lip service! In the end, Wu Xian just waited for his eldest son.

He asked calmly, "Whose blood is that?"

The eldest son looked down at his palm and spit out an answer that made his spine cold: "These blood belongs to your first wife and my good mother. She wants to kill me with her own hands for the sake of her second brother!"

With the sound of cracking silk, the eldest son tore open his clothes and exposed his chest. There was a bloody wound on the lower side of his heart. The wound was not deep, but very long. The eldest son was so excited that the wound collapsed and fresh blood kept flowing out.

"Look, she's stabbing here."

"...But I am also her son!" The eldest son covered his face with his hands and cried, his shoulders trembling, and he said aggrievedly, "I am also a piece of flesh that she has been pregnant for ten months, and she fell from her body! Why do you think about me so far? Wu Zhaode, my mother is dead! I have no mother!"

This woman who had disliked him for many years said bluntly that she would die!

Not only did he say that, he also killed him!

He felt that he was really dead by this sword!

But when he came to his senses, the person who was penetrated by a sword was replaced by her. There was still an unbelievable look on her face. She looked down at the sword in her chest, and she didn't even have the strength to explain her last words. She died and died in her second brother's arms. The second brother hugged her body and cried to the sky, roaring and venting, like a little beast that had lost her close relative. Her eyes were scarlet, and she looked at him fiercely, and spat blood.

【You killed her!】

【You killed her!】

Two roars made the eldest son wake up instantly, as if he woke up from a long chaotic nightmare, but he was slow at this moment and could not feel the suffocation, grief and despair in the nightmare. He said indifferently: [Isn’t she killed by you by chance? Good second brother?]

The eldest son grabbed the other person's collar and lifted the person up.

He leaned close to his ears, as if an evil ghost was murmuring.

[... Kill your mother with your hand, you will never forgive me! Second brother, is it possible for you and the throne? What you do will be widely publicized for your brother's association and will ruin you! However, you don't have to be afraid. The elder brother is like a father, treat you well, you! Arrange a yard for you and raise your wives, concubines and children. Then make a tag and put thousands of tags, only one says "death". Draw one at a certain time every day. As long as you don't win the dead tag, you will hold your family's palms for the rest of your life, so as not to be invaded by the wind and rain.]

[As long as you live for one day, you will protect you for one day.]

[Second brother, what do you think of this arrangement?]

Before the second brother could answer, he smiled and turned his eyebrows: [There is a story about the Yang family of Nanwu. The second brother is very knowledgeable. I wonder if you have ever heard of this family?]

The second brother was filled with anger. He looked at the person in front of him who was stranger to him. His familiar and kind temperament disappeared. Instead, he was replaced by a chilling and sinister poison, which was even more disgusting than the mud in the stinky ditch: [But the success of the king, the defeat of the bandit, are you so heartless?]

He knew that he would most likely not survive.

But I didn't expect that my elder brother would kill him to the point.

The eldest son did not lie to Wu Xian. He did not kill his second brother. He just watched his second brother commit suicide in front of him, and the blood wet his clothes. He looked at the two corpses - the second brother curled up in the arms of the female corpse - his tears rolled down, throwing his sword and holding his head.

【Take them apart--】

【Why, pull them away!】
To be continued...