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The notice of Pan Shangxi¡¯s execution has been hanging for three days.
For three days, Han Lang didn't get any news from Han Yan.
So on the morning of the fourth day, Han Lang decided not to wait and see, and sent Liu Yun to patrol in person to get Han Yan's final answer.
The fir forest and orchid valley, the fragrance of Chu is cold.
A down-and-out commoner scholar sat on the ground with his back against a rock, drinking, enjoying himself and being very self-satisfied.
In front of him, the one who fell to the ground on one knee was the Liuyun whom Servant Fengchen had come to find.
And if that half-drunk scholar is not Han Yan, who should he be?
Liuyun saluted: "Eldest Young Master, my master said that he has done what you asked him to do. Today, if you are lucky, I must wait for your reply." The words were clear, but not polite.
Han Yan closed his eyes, raised his neck, and poured another strong drink into his mouth.
Liu Yun still knelt down and didn't move.
After a long time, Han Yan opened his eyes and sneered: "Why is your master so impatient? I would like to ask clearly, if I really don't agree today, how will you do it when you get back?"
Liu Yun lowered his head lower and said with forbearance: "Master didn't explain anything. He only said that Liu Yun must reply to the eldest son before he can go back. How long the eldest son will spend, Liu Yun will accompany him."
Han Yan laughed, stood up, and patted the dust on his body: "Okay! Just wait."
Liu Yun paused slightly, without raising his head, he slowly clenched his fist and said, "Please be considerate, Sir."
Han Yan frowned, swayed slightly, approached Liuyun and looked down: "Why?"
The sound of the word "mo" had not yet come out of his tongue. Liuyun had already exerted force with his fingers, popped out the chess pieces, and made a move in an instant. The strong wind was filled with deep hatred!
The picture is revealed!
Han Yan was startled, took in a breath and stepped away, having mostly sobered up.
A chess piece passed by, and another piece grazed Han Yan's cheek, leaving a shallow blood mark.
Han Yan was not confused at all, and sneered in return: "Han Lang only sent you to assassinate me, wouldn't you be looking down on me?"
Liuyun pursed his lips and refused to answer, gritting his teeth to fight.
"It's a pity that he is not Han Yan's opponent in the first place, and he is not good at attacking at close range.
The failure of this raid was tantamount to declaring Liuyun's defeat.
Facing Han Yan, Liu Yun could only suffer setbacks.
In the end, Liu Yun fell to the ground with blood on the ground.
Han Yan stepped forward, holding Liu Yun's messy hair in his hand, forcing him to look up at him. Liuyun glared at him.
This time, Han Yan finally saw Liu Yun's features clearly. His heart suddenly felt like it was being pulled by a thin thread, and he quickly retracted his hand.
Liuyun's head "fluttered" and sank to the ground, causing sand and dust to fly.
Han Yan frowned and asked in surprise: "Who are you from Suiyun?"
Liu Yun struggled to get up, unable to support himself on the ground, and spat at him: "You still remember my sister's name, it's not easy, eldest son!"
Han Yan was dumbfounded. It turned out that Suiyun was this boy's sister.
Suiyun has been favored by the Han family since he was a child and has been designated as Han Yan's martial arts matchmaker. He has accompanied Han Yan to practice martial arts since he was three years old and regards Han Yan as a god.
After more than twenty years of being together day and night, the relationship has been sublimated and transformed into a deeper tacit understanding.
But Han Yan was so ruthless that he personally sent her to bliss on the day he collapsed.
"She loves you, respects you, and only has you in her heart. But why do you treat her like this?"
Han Yan took a step back, looked at Liu Yun who was no longer a threat to him, shook his head and smiled: "You won't understand."
Killing her is for her own good, and God cannot fail. Her god is Han Yan, so he cannot let her see his failure.
How could God fail? So Suiyun deserves to die, and him killing her is the best favor to her.
How could a secular outsider understand this? not to mention¡¡
"It wasn't me who killed your sister. It was Han Lang!" Han Yan's voice was trembling. It's Han Lang's fault! If it weren't for Han Lang, he and Suiyun would never have such a result.
Thinking of this, Han Yan suddenly realized: "It turns out that Han Lang didn't instruct you to kill me."
Hearing this, Liu Yun smiled, and blood gurgled out of his mouth, "Master has been teaching me how to stack chess pieces so that I can calm down. Unfortunately, in the end, Liu Yun still failed me." At this point, Liu Yun's eyes It was a little red, and in the end he couldn't hold back the breath.
He tried hard to forget his sister's deadpan look, but after seeing Han Yan, he failed.
Han Yan hesitated and wanted to spare Liu Liu.But after a while, my wrist felt a little stiff.
However, this did not prevent him from opening the fan gracefully. After opening the fan fully with two fingers, he spread the fan on Han Lang's desk, clicked on the blank space, and then polished it himself.
Han Lang understands what he means, isn't it just missing the word "pleasure in front of the palace"? He wrote neatly, filling the pen tip with ink, and took a good posture, but did not start writing. "Before I write, you should also tell me your other request."
Hua Rong shook his head and gestured that he had not thought about it well.
Han Lang indifferently returned the pen holder to the pen mountain and leaned back.
"In ancient times, Cao Zijian wrote a poem in seven steps. Today, Hua Rong, please respond to me within seven steps."
"Your Majesty, do you want to regret it?" Huarong gestured.
"Who said that I will regret it? I just don't like defaulting. If you don't tell me within seven steps, I will use another method and beat you until you figure it out. Don't worry, I guarantee you won't be beaten to death." Han Lang looked at the fan and said, Calm and waveless.
Hua Rong rolled his eyes, took the first step aggrievedly, and waved his hands: "Your Majesty is not in a good mood, so there is no need to take it out on me."
"One!" Han Lang raised his head and looked at him.
"My lord, you are in a bad mood, is it because of Liuyun?"
"Two!" Han Lang stared intently.
"Liu Yun's injury is really serious. Will he become disabled?"
"Three!" He kept saying decisively after counting.
If Cao Zhi succeeded in saving himself in seven steps back then, can Hua Rong think of a wise way to protect himself in three steps today? Can he be considered superior?
"Hua Rong can temporarily replace Mr. Liu Yun and take care of the prince. It is his duty to be in front of and behind the horse." Hua Rong gestured in a dog-leg tone of loyalty.
His head started to feel dizzy again. Han Lang raised his hand, rubbed his temples habitually, and said casually: "Okay."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was shocked to realize his negligence and was about to regret it.
But Hua Rong had already stepped forward, raised his hands, and started massaging the top of his head.
I think he had learned massage before, but after a while, Han Lang's dizziness subsided, and his eyes rarely became clear.
If you respond, Han Lang secretly thought that when he saw Hua Rong's mouth towards the fan, he smiled helplessly, and lifts the pen again, and wrote the three words on the fan: the front of the temple.
Passing by the courtyard where the disciples lived, he was stunned for a moment and looked inside unconsciously.
Lin Luoyin is no longer here, Tengda went to the frontier long ago.
After a while, he suddenly woke up, sighed, and continued to shake the fan to clear the way.
At this moment, there was a muffled sound in the door, and something flew out of the door with a "sudden" sound, and landed at his feet.
Hua Rong looked around, raised his head curiously, and found that they were all Lin Luoyin's clothes.
Among them was an ocher-colored gown, which was exactly what Hua Rong saw him wearing on the day he fainted from hunger.
It seems that a new disciple has arrived in the palace, and Lin Luoyin¡¯s things were swept out when the room was vacated.
Hua Rong bent down and, for some unknown reason, spread out the long gown. He arranged everything carefully and packed it on his shoulders.
Soon we arrived at Liuyun¡¯s room.
He stretched out his index finger and knocked carefully on the door.
No one responded. Liuyun in the room had already woken up and was staring blankly at the ceiling.
And Hua Gui stood beside the bed, took in a breath and began to speak like a bell again: "It doesn't matter if your martial arts is gone, it's just a matter of practicing it all over again. Isn't it just like eating, if you eat again after you have a bowel movement, your strength will come back!"
Liuyun still didn't respond, ignored him, and stared at the bed board instead.
Hua Rong stretched out his fingers, knocked on the door again, and gestured: "Hua Gui, let's go back."
When Hua Gui saw him, he looked at Liu Yun angrily, turned around angrily, and raised his voice: "Go back, just go back. Who wants to see his dead face here?"
After saying that, he stretched out his foot again and turned over the spittoon with a "bang" sound intentionally or unintentionally.
Hua Rong raised his eyebrows, as if he understood something, and did not dare to offend him. He followed him and laughed secretly all the way.
"Why are you laughing?" Hua Gui finally realized when he was approaching the door and put his hands on his hips: "I'm going to buy groceries now and drink bitter melon, lily, coptis soup in the evening, just wait for me!" (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel. com