After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

With the pros and cons weighed before him, Han Zhou stood in front of Marquis Zhongqin, unable to make any move for a long time.

Putting the silver spear in Han Zhou's hand on the weapon rack, Han Hou pulled Han Zhou to sit opposite him.

The man who had received hundreds of whips without shed tears now wet his clothes with tears in front of Marquis Han.

He took the handkerchief handed over by the housekeeper and wiped the dirt on Han Zhou's hands and the dried blood under his nails.

Over the years, Han Hou has been both a father and a mother. He knows what he should do at this time to calm his son down.

Han Hou poured tea for Han Zhou and said, "Zhou'er, do you know what the Grand Master said to me the day before he asked you to become his disciple?"

Looking up at his tear-stained face, Han Zhou pursed his lips and shook his head.

He handed the handkerchief to Han Zhou: "Wipe it clean, don't cry like a woman."

Han Zhou took the handkerchief and lowered his head to wipe the wet marks on his face.

His son has grown up and can bear the truth on his shoulders.

"The night before I became his disciple, Master and I placed all the regrets of our lives on the chessboard along with some wine."

"Back then, your mother's coffin was still in the courtyard, and nine golden orders were issued to summon you back to the capital. However, you and Shu'er have become hostages in the hands of the emperor."

"I was forced to break camp and return to the capital due to internal and external difficulties. What I saw before me was my old friend being beheaded in the streets, and the king of the day frequently cast suspicion and temptation on me."

"In order to calm the king's suspicions and to ensure that you and your brother grow up safely, I personally crippled these two legs that the world thought were broken on the battlefield."

"In order to keep the Tiger Army as a life-saving trump card, I had no choice but to let Shu'er join the military camp and raise you, my talented son, into a playboy who is unable to fight on the battlefield."

Han Hou's life was one of compromise.

Now when I look back at the desolate past, I realize that it has never been perfect.

"The Grand Master told me that I shouldn't deprive you of the opportunity to be yourself because of my own regrets."

"I should not let you lose track of why you live and waste your talent as a general."

"So, Zhou'er, I listened to the words of the Grand Tutor, and the Grand Tutor fulfilled your wish."

The moment Han Hou heard Han Zhou mention the emperor, he changed his mind about stopping Han Zhou's revenge.

He put his friendship with the Grand Tutor before Han Zhou, and he knew what choice his son would make.

Their king took every step carefully.

As soon as Wu Cixiu's case was concluded, Shen Jinmo left the capital.

Now that the people of the Divine Capital had just been shocked by Shen Jinmo's thundering methods, he hurriedly summoned Han Zhou back to the Divine Capital.

Along with Han Zhou's return to the Divine Capital came a major breakthrough in the war in the East.

As soon as Wu Cixiu left, first there was a great victory, and then the warships were built?

With the right timing and location, if Xia Hong could arrange some people to hide among the people to build up momentum, day after day, Wu Cixiu's crime of treason would surely be deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Lord Han, how could you possibly let Wu Cixiu bear this false accusation?

Not only he couldn't do it, but his son, who was a disciple, couldn't do it either.

There was a long silence, and Han Zhou's eyes changed from helplessness to determination.

Marquis Han added, "Now that you have been summoned back to the capital by the Emperor, and have been forced to confront Shen Jinmo due to the death of your Grand Tutor, if something happens to you, how will your father go to see your mother in the afterlife?"

Holding the teapot and refilling Han Hou's tea, Han Zhou made a decision.

Han Zhou went to ask for the justice that no one dared to ask for personally.

"Father, in life, besides strength and weakness, there is also right and wrong."

"Thanks to the master's careful teaching, my son was able to escape danger this time."

"A real man is born into this world with a blood feud. Even if he knows he will fail, he still has to fight to the death."

Shen Jinmo died, and he spent the rest of his life repaying Xie Nanxing.

Even if he died, he would also wish Xie Nanxing good health and good luck.

He took the spear from the weapon rack and handed it to Han Zhou: "Zhou'er, Dad hopes you will be luckier than me."

Watching Han Zhou leave with the silver spear in his hand, Han Hou frowned and sighed.

The mountains and rivers are the chessboard, and everyone is a chess piece held in Xia Hong's hand.

If Han Zhou, this chess piece, did not go straight into Xie's house today and just followed the emperor's will, his son would be trapped and die in this divine capital sooner or later.

Marquis Han didn't want his son to be like him, a giant beast trapped in the capital by power.

If you are lucky enough to get out, you will have the opportunity to turn the game around and play a new one.

If unfortunately, one dies, it should be a life of indulgence.

The setting sun shines on the long street, and the silver spear sweeps the sunset.

Han Zhou jumped up from his horse, broke through the obstruction of the guards of Xie Mansion, and headed towards the main courtyard of Xie Mansion.

Mo Ping rushed out of the house when he heard the noise, sensed the fluctuation of internal energy in front of him, and drew his sword directly to meet the enemy.

Mo Ping and more than 20 guards tried their best to deal with Han Zhou, but after two cups of tea, they began to show signs of exhaustion.

The arms and back holding the sword were already bleeding, but the general holding the spear stood tall and steady.

Mo Ping tried his best to lock the silver spear with his arm. Han Zhou held the spear tightly, stabbed it once, and shook his hand again, and the sword in Mo Ping's hand fell to the ground.

The silver spear pressed closer and closer, landing on Mo Ping's neck: "I don't kill innocent people, let Shen Jinmo come out to see me."

Mo Ping pursed his lips, his eyes showing a fearlessness of life and death: "Han Shizi confirms that what he heard is the truth?"

Mo Ping didn't know what the truth was, but he knew that what was passed on by word of mouth outside was not the truth.

Xie Nanxing said that his master was innocent.

Then his master is innocent.

Shen Jinmo returned from outside the mansion with steady steps, silently pulled out the whip from his waist, and rescued Mo Ping from the spear.

With a slight raise of his hand, all the servants and guards in the courtyard left the main courtyard at Shen Jinmo's signal.

"I am several years older than you. I will give you ten moves. If you lose, get out of here."

Shen Jinmo would not kill anyone entrusted to him by Wu Cixiu unless it was absolutely necessary.

The moment the hateful eyes saw Shen Jinmo, bloodshot veins burst out one by one.

Han Zhou gritted his teeth and stabbed the silver spear in his hand towards Shen Jinmo's vital point.

He retreated and blocked ten moves, and the spear and the whip collided head-on in the air.

Wherever the two of them passed, there was a mess of destruction.

The fight started from the main courtyard to the back garden, and then from the back garden to the front gate. Both Shen Jinmo and Han Zhou were covered in scars.

For two people who had just walked out of a life-and-death battle, such life-threatening injuries were not considered injuries.

Many people gathered in front of the mansion gate. At Shen Jinmo's signal, the guards drove away the onlookers.

The soft whip was locked around Han Zhou's waist and thrown into the mansion. The stalemate battle returned to the backyard.

After fighting for a long time, Shen Jinmo's earlobe suddenly moved and the speed of the battle suddenly increased.

The soft whip wrapped around the spear, and Shen Jinmo suddenly exerted force to remove Han Zhou's spear.

He knocked Han Zhou to the ground with several consecutive spinning kicks, stepped on Han Zhou's chest, and locked Han Zhou's throat with a long whip.

The force applied to Han Zhou's chest was not enough to break his sternum, but it also could not allow Han Zhou to escape from Shen Jinmo's restraints.

Two pairs of eyes met quietly, one of them had eyes as dark as ink, without a trace of emotion.

Behind one person's wanton eyes, there are complex emotions mixed together that cannot be separated.

The familiar breath was getting closer and closer, and Shen Jinmo suddenly loosened his grip on Han Zhou: "Get out of here quickly."