Uncle Wan Ji said that he seemed not to like him very much since he was a child.

But his grandmother loved him very much, and even left several cousins ​​in his uncle's family. Once upon a time, he had secretly wondered whether it was because of this that his uncle always spoke bluntly and spoke harshly when facing him.

But as his nephew, Yan Lin's treatment by his uncle was completely different from that of Yan Huai.

Compared to Yanhuai, Yanlin is much more popular with my uncle.

Although it happened when he was young, Yan Huai still remembered that in the winter of that year, heavy snow fell, covering the entire Kyoto under the snow. Looking around, it was a vast expanse of white, with no edges visible. He

Yanlin and Yanlin wore fox fur coats of the same color and material, and were led out of the house by their stepmother, Xiao Wanshi, to the Wan family.

The Wan family of Duke Dingguo also lived in Nancheng, but they were separated from the Yan family by more than half of Nancheng, so traveling there would cost a lot of time on the road.

But the road was covered with white snow, and everywhere the horse's hooves stepped was slippery and cold. The coachman did not dare to drive the carriage too fast, but walked slowly and evenly toward Qingfeng Lane, where Wan's family was located.

The car door was tightly closed, not even a trace of wind or snow could blow in, but Yan Lin was particularly afraid of the cold. She huddled into Xiao Wan's arms and refused to come out, muttering: "Mother, the baby is cold."

Xiao Wanshi hugged him weakly, scolding him for looking like a girl. Then she looked at him with eyes so gentle that they were about to drip, and said with a smile: "Look at me, brother, he's not cold at all."

?You are wearing exactly the same clothes. In my opinion, you should go with your brother to practice martial arts with your father."

As she finished speaking, her voice suddenly changed slightly.

Yan Huai was young at the time. He could hear the tremor in her voice, but he did not contact her.

His father only taught him one thing, and he was obviously suffering from hardships that made him think about death every day. In the eyes of his stepmother, it was a loss to Yanlin.

No matter what, Yan Lin should be the most important child in his father's heart.

Little Wanshi must have been thinking this way at that time.

Yan Huai recalled the past events at this time, and a sad look appeared on his face involuntarily.

What kind of strange heart did his father, who died young, treat his eldest son?

It would be a big joke to say that his father treated him well. When the children next to him were still in their parents' arms, he was brought to the rows of weapons by his father with a cold face, and then he was not as good as him.

When he grew up, his father could not wait to send him away far away.

When he came back, what he saw was his father's coffin.

The longevity wood of golden nanmu was painted with black paint and lay silently in the mourning hall.

He remembered the patterns painted on the coffin, but forgot his father's appearance...

"Your Majesty, how should we deal with this matter?" Ji Xiang couldn't help but ask after not seeing him speak for a long time.

Yan Huai lowered his eyes and said nothing. He sighed for a long time, and the young man's jade-like face showed a look of exhaustion. He said in a trembling voice: "We will wait and see for a few more days."

Xiao Wan wants to harm him and want his life. He can understand it. For Yan Lin, it is not surprising that she would have such thoughts. After all, his biological mother is not her. The rules of the Yan family, except

Except for the one who inherited the family business, the remaining ones, regardless of their concubines, will have to live away from the Yan family when they reach adulthood and have wives.

The Duke Cheng's Mansion was destined from the moment Yan Lin was born. Not a single bit of it belonged to him.

When he grew up, married and had children, there were only a few of them available, and as the well-established old lady of the Yan family, Xiao Wan must still live in the Chengguo Duke's mansion.

From then on, it was difficult for Mr. Wan to see his biological son all the time.

All this is enough for the young Wan family to seek for the position of Duke Cheng for her son.

If Yan Lin wants to attack the prince, he must either die or become useless and die.

No matter how vicious the little Wan's thoughts were, Yan Huai could understand. But once the matter fell on his uncle Wan Jidao, he couldn't help but feel depressed.

The winter snow that I experienced when I was young seems to have remained cold even now.

That day, the carriage arrived at Wanjia and drove until it stopped outside the second gate. The people of Wanjia got the news that they were coming early in the morning, so my grandmother asked her aunt to send someone to wait at the second gate.

They come.

Yanhuai was the first to get off the carriage.

Before his feet even touched the ground, there was a sound of steady footsteps behind him.

He didn't need to look back to know that this was his uncle.

Sure enough, the eldest aunt smiled and asked him why he came back so early today. He said that he knew Yan Lin was coming and came back early specially.

Yan Huai's "Uncle" that had already come to his lips was swallowed by the last sound of this sentence. He froze there, not knowing what to do and feeling quite embarrassed. Yan Lin suddenly stepped out of the carriage.

He got out, pushed him, and shouted: "Brother, don't block the door!"

The uncle suddenly looked at him with cold eyes.

When he was a child, Yan Huai was extremely afraid of Uncle Wan's family.

Wan Jidao was a military general, tall and mighty. He stood condescendingly at that point. As soon as he lowered his head, Yanhuai was trembling and did not dare to move again.

He lowered his head and held the hem of his clothes with his fingers.

Behind him, Yan Lin passed him and ran towards his uncle quickly, shouting cheerfully: "Uncle, what fun things have you brought me this time?"

He just came back from southern Yunnan, and he must have brought things for everyone in the house, and naturally Yan Lin's share was among them.

Yan Huai was thinking in a daze, but because of the collision with Yan Lin just now, he staggered and fell to the ground. If his mother Qin, who was next to his grandmother, had not seen clearly and quickly helped him, his head would have been extremely cold.

The hard platform was broken.

If it were Yan Lin, he would have been frightened and burst into tears immediately. But he knew that he could not cry. From the day he started walking, his father had explicitly forbidden him to shed another tear, even if it was extremely painful.

I can only smile.

He remembered what his father had said with a straight face and an expressionless expression. He leaned in Qin's mother's arms and smiled slightly, but tears could not help but roll in his red eyes.

The uncle looked at him with undisguised disgust in his eyes, his lips curled up, and he said something.

Yan Huai stretched out his hand to rub the center of his eyebrows, suddenly unable to remember what his uncle said that day.

The night breeze comes in through the cracks in the window lattice, bringing with it the slight chill of autumn. Before you know it, summer has gradually become old, and another autumn is coming soon.

Three autumns and three autumns, so many autumns have passed since he left Beijing. No wonder he can't remember what his uncle said at that time.

He frowned and was exhausted. He gave a few auspicious words and sent the people away temporarily. Without taking off his boots, he leaned on the bamboo couch. He closed his eyes and murmured: "I haven't liked me since I was a child."

, and now you actually want my life..."

As he murmured, he suddenly remembered the huge fire in the Hu family.

The twisted long sword picked up in the fire scene, and the ten thousand characters in seal script.

Now that I think about it, there seems to be a more reasonable explanation. The little Wan family has no one in hand, but there are still biological brothers behind her. If those people are all uncle's, it makes sense, why would they be so ruthless?

, even if he slaughters the whole village, he must find him and get rid of him.

Today's Dingguo Gong Wan Jidao, when he led the troops to conquer southern Yunnan in July of the Guisi year, he became famous in Western Vietnam for his harshness.

At that time, he was still a heir apparent and was restrained in his actions. Now, after years of hard work, he must be even more ruthless.

Yan Huai felt a splitting headache just thinking about being his opponent.

Competing on intelligence, means, qualifications, and connections, no matter what the competition was, he could only bow to the opponent immediately!

He tossed and turned on the bamboo couch, and the wound on his waist stung.

After a while, he suddenly turned over and sat up, frowning. There was a trace of panic in his eyes.

Could it be that his father had long expected that there would be a situation like this, so he sent him away from Beijing when he was seven years old. He was sent far away, keeping everyone in the dark, and sent him to Tianji Camp to study.

Wu?

Tianji Camp is located under the long yellow sand, hard to find and extremely hidden. It is a good place for hiding people and a good place for people to concentrate on practicing martial arts.

He had been speculating on the reason why his father sent him to Tianji Camp, but just now he seemed to suddenly understand.

If my father had known about this, everything would make sense!

Wouldn’t my father know what kind of person his uncle is? When they were young, they were very good friends and were as close as brothers. That’s why when they grew up, my father married the eldest daughter of the Wan family and became Wan’s daughter.

The son-in-law of the family.

That's why his father sent him away cruelly, hoping that he would be able to fight against them when he returns!

Yan Huai sat on the cool green bamboo couch, unable to help but tremble because of the suspicion in his heart.

If what he thought was true, then all this would be too shocking!

He and Yan Lin are both Wan Jidao's nephews, and his biological mother is the most favored eldest daughter of the Wan family. She was rumored to be Wan Jidao's most beloved sister when she was young. In the past, the younger Wan family was not as good as the older Wan family and her older brother.

The relationship is better.

All this is known to everyone in the family, from the master to the servants, and there is absolutely no mistake.

But why did his uncle always look like that when facing him after his biological mother passed away? And now he wants to draw a sword against him?

Yan Huai's face was full of surprise, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt his heart skip a beat.

Why are the people who want his life all his blood relatives?

The young man's eyes were dark and unclear, with an unpredictable look.

At this moment, there was a knock on the closed door.

He was startled and made no move. He only raised his voice and asked, "Who is it?"

"Your Majesty, my lady ordered the kitchen to prepare midnight snacks, and specially asked the servant to ask you, do you want some to go with it?"

A slightly hoarse female voice was not common. As soon as Yanhuai heard this voice, she knew it was Tulan, the eldest maid next to Xie Shuning. The foreign girl who was taller than him and almost as tall as Ji Xiang,

It really makes people never forget it.

He was about to refuse, but then he suddenly remembered that Ji Xiang was the one who should be guarding the door at this time, but why there was no movement at all. At that moment, his mind froze, and he said, "Okay, I'll bother Miss Eight then", while pulling out a

The arrow in the quiver quietly approached the door.

"Oh, but the lady also said, do you want to eat porridge or drink wine with some side dishes?" The voice of the girl outside the door got closer and closer, "Also, the lady said, please don't lie this time.

Otherwise, she will have to add a lot of salt to your food." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my biggest motivation.)
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