Hua Changhao once again understood that the person behind him was an old fox who looked incompetent but was actually very cunning.

Many years ago, although Ma's death was done by Ma when he went out, if he had a little bit of protection, Ma would not have been so blatant.

Hua Changhao thought of her mother. It was Hua Chi who raped her while she was drunk, but she lived like a sinner in the prince's mansion. The various tortures of Princess Qi, the casual mess of other concubines with some backs, and they were obviously the prince's woman, and they were still the prince's woman, but they lived a miserable life than any girl in the mansion.

His birth was just to give his mother a brief happiness. His mother said that he was a gift from God, the only gift to her. However, this was increasingly regarded by Princess Qi as a thorn in her eyes, and the gift of the flesh became the guide to the mother's death. This was what Hua Changhao realized later. It was his cleverness, and the poems and calligraphy that he occasionally fought for Hua Chi Yizan and eventually became the reason why his mother would die.

And Hua Chi ignored all this.

Because he needs the financial support of the Ma family, because a beautiful girl who has played with is nothing to him, not his wife, nor his children's mother.

Child? Hua Changhao sneered. Has Hua Chi ever considered him his child?

He may hug him when he doesn't cry or make a fuss, and he may be proud when he recites poems and makes sentences.

But most of the time, he only heard that he was not a little noble, no wonder it was born to the girl.

Because he lacks clothes and eats short food, he looks shorter than his younger brother when he was young.

My mother was killed by Ma, and Hua Chi was just a light and unlucky word. Even the blame was borne by the mother who was already a corpse.

Hua Changhao no longer expected that this so-called father would bring him any comfort for losing his mother, and he followed his master away from the capital. In Niujiao Mountain, that was the most carefree period of his life, and he was waiting for him like a brother's prince and a master who taught him.

After returning to Beijing, Hua Chi changed his mind to him, calling him "Chang Hao, my son" as affectionately as other brothers who called him.

He once forgot about his mother's death, or deliberately did not think about his mother's death.

He had longed for that Hua Chi was his own father who was thicker than water after all. Maybe he was old and awakened, and he thought of the affection of his flesh and blood.

Until this morning, he received a secret letter from Hua Chi. The letter threatened him that if he dared not stand on his side today and became enemies with him, then today next year will be his death day.

Today next year is your death day!

This is the wording of a letter of surrender written by a father to his son.

Hua Changhao felt ridiculous for his innocence at the beginning. He actually thought that he was old and began to think of his family affection. It was ridiculous, so ridiculous.

"why are you laughing?"

Hua Changhao was immersed in his thoughts and laughed out loud. Hua Chi behind him asked with some confusion.

"Laugh? Maybe it's because you are overestimating your ability and hitting stones with eggs, and the snake swallows the elephant in a bad mood." Hua Changhao pulled the reins with force, and the reins tightened, and the horse held up with its front hooves and stopped.

"You're desperate. I didn't let you stop, but you dare to stop!" Hua Chi shouted angrily.

However, the knife in his hand was still pressed against Mo Xiao's neck, which was his most effective protective umbrella. He was not sure if there were any experts who were following him, so no matter what the situation was, he would not let Mo Xiao go easily before reaching his sphere of influence.

"You are dead. Do you think you can save you with the ten thousand dead soldiers you raise? The prince's 100,000 warriors will be in the suburbs at this time. With a command, you and your ten thousand dead soldiers will be packed with dumplings at any time."

"How do you know that I have ten thousand dead soldiers? You are not Doctor Tang, who are you?" Hua Chi suddenly realized that he might have been deceived.

"Didn't you think of it yet, my father." Hua Changhao raised his hand and tore off the human skin mask on his face.

"You are so happy? My son?"

The expression on Hua Chi's face changed again and again, and finally a loving smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Looking at Hua Chang, he said happily: "That's great, I knew you would choose to stand on your father's side in the end. Don't worry, as long as your father escapes from Beijing this time, he will definitely make a comeback. When the day your father sat on the dragon throne, you will be the prince of Beixuan and the future king."

Hua Chi threw out a large bundle of olive branches to Hua Changhao. In his opinion, this olive branch would not be rejected.

"Do you still have a chance of winning?" Hua Changhao asked lightly.

"Of course there is." Hua Chi regarded Hua Changhao as a kind of concern. He believed that Hua Changhao was thinking about who had a bigger chance of winning, so Hua Chi decided to recruit him with his strength.

"Of course, the father is more than 10,000 dead soldiers, but meeting with the dead soldiers can temporarily get rid of the passive beating. You must know that although Hua Jingkai has 100,000 soldiers, those people can go to the battlefield to kill the enemy. When they meet in a narrow road, they are not as useful as my dead soldiers. Moreover, all my four villages have secret passages. Once we hide in the secret passage, they can't find them even if they dig three feet into the ground. Even if Hua Jingkai chases them, what if his beloved woman is in my hands and throws a mouse and is afraid of weapons, he can't do anything to me."

"What does it mean to say more than ten thousand dead soldiers just now?" Hua Changhao asked again.

"Well, don't ask. In short, you will know when you arrive at the destination." Hua Chi was not so stupid that she was really good at Hua Changhao. This son never kissed him.

"Is your destination Muzhishan?" Hua Changhao asked tentatively.

"How do you... know?" Hua Chi was surprised. Even Guo Zaiji, who he trusted the most, didn't know the specific location of the East and West Villages. How did Hua Changhao, a son who had been isolated from his actions, know Muzhishan.

"I not only know Muzhishan, but also Huolian Temple, Gushuicheng and Jinxiang Village, Father, I am right." Hua Changhao said again.

"You... actually know all the locations of my fourth village!" Hua Chi was completely shocked. This meant that his old foundation had already been opened under Hua Changhao's nose. This was a very dangerous thing in itself, but he never knew it at all, which was even more dangerous.

"Of course, I knew it a long time ago, but I didn't tell Hua Jingkai. I think my father should understand what I mean." Hua Changhao smiled slightly at Hua Chi.

Meaning... Hua Chi felt that he hadn't turned around. What does this mean? But Hua Changhao's eyes suddenly understood.

Yes, he understood.

Hua Changhao had known the location of the Sizhuang for a long time, but he did not inform his good brother Hua Jingkai. This means that compared with the two, he was more inclined to him as his father.

"But how did you find out?" Hua Chi still had to do the final test and analysis. This was his last chance and he could not tolerate any mistakes.

Hua Changhao shrugged, "It's very simple. Just check your property and where your money flows."

Hua Chi's face suddenly turned pale. Checking the land and where the money flowed. This sentence is simple, but it is difficult to do it. You know, how could he do such a secret thing openly? The land in Shangzhuang was neither given by the emperor nor bought in his name. Even the tigress next to his pillow did not know about his four farms. Hua Changhao, who had only been back for half a year, could actually know...

Then, his face sank, "You dare to check this king."

But immediately, he burst into laughter, and after laughing, he looked at Hua Changhao with inexplicable expression. "I didn't expect that the sons who were well-fed and delicious were all stupid. You girl gave birth to me, but she was so distracted by her thoughts and methods. She really looked like I was when I was young. Good!"

Hua Chi said twice, and seemed to be really excited. The knife pressed against Mo Xiao’s neck slightly tilted.

It was said that at that time, Hua Changhao suddenly moved, and a knife waved at Hua Chi. Hua Chi instinctively blocked the block with the hand holding the dagger. This block was captured by Hua Changhao and then swung it again. Hua Chi's body of more than 100 kilograms flew out of the carriage.

"Mo Xiao, are you okay?" Hua Chang looked at Mo Xiao's neck. It was still the old wound he had just now, and there was no new blood seeping.

Before Mo Xiao could speak, Hua Chi, who had swayed steadily and steadily landed on the ground at 360 degrees, started to drink.

"I've given you a chance, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Mo Xiao felt that it was not good, "I'm fine, hurry up, turn the horse's head and let's go back."

Hua Changhao originally wanted to catch Hua Chi, but when he heard Mo Xiao say this, he suddenly understood that Hua Chi just stopped the carriage and delayed the time and attacked him with a flaw. There was probably only one reason.

This place is not far from his stronghold, and it can even be said to be within the sight of his stronghold.

"Don't laugh, sit down." Hua Changhao ordered Mo laugh, then sat down to the front of the car, pulled the reins in his hand, and the horse raised its front hooves and was about to start.

But at the same time, Hua Chi had already blew the whistle in his hand. Before the whistle fell, there were dense men in black appearing around.

Hua Chang was good at controlling the horse for a week, and then stopped.

"Don't laugh, you hide in the car and don't come out. I will try to delay the time. The emperor must be on the road."

Hua Changhao just looked around. Half of the long-range killers, archers and spearmen, occupied half of them, and half of them holding long swords, swords and whips. He knew very well that it was unlikely that he would drive out of the siege alone. Those bows and arrows would probably fill the entire carriage. It was not realistic to get off the car and find a gap to break through. The men in black knew at a glance that they were trained and ordinary people. He only hated that he did not practice hard in practice and only liked to study disguise skills. When they were in such occasions, they could only be beaten passively.

Huachi was still aimed at the front of the carriage.

"Boy, I'll give you another chance. If you kill the princess, I'll recognize you as my son from now on. If you dare to resist, hehe, you should know that I have never lacked sons, especially the sons born by the girl."

Hua Chi stood in front of the front of the car, but looked at Hua Changhao in a condescending posture. He felt that the choice he gave his son was good. Since wealth and power could not force him to make a choice, what about life and death?

He didn't believe that flowers with his blood flowing on them would often do something to sacrifice themselves for justice like a saint.

If you say that people don’t do things (wei two tones) and you will be punished by heaven and earth, and if you say that people don’t do things (four tones) and you will be punished by heaven and earth!

So what if you have cultivated your virtues? Once you close your eyes, the world and everything else have nothing to do with you anymore.

He will get everything he wants in his lifetime... everything!

"Chenhao, if you have the chance, you rush out and don't worry about me. I think that Hua Chi may not necessarily kill me. He is afraid of Jing Kai and will definitely keep me as a hostage." Mo Xiao said.

Hua Changhao knew that Mo Xiao wanted him to escape alone, but if he really wanted to escape, how could he disguise himself as Tang Zhongchun to save him? His life had been in a daze for twenty years. If he could exchange his life for the life of his senior brother's beloved woman, he would also feel it was worth it.

"You must be underestimating me in your heart, right? You also think I am ignorant and only know how to tinker with those useless things all day long. Although I am a senior brother who is the same master, but my senior brother is very good at everything, I have only learned half a bucket of water."

Hua Changhao stood up, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "But I, Hua Changhao, didn't really learn anything. Today, let my sister-in-law see my skills."

After Hua Changhao finished speaking, he pulled his hand to his waist, and with a sound from the sand, a white soft sword pulled out from his waist.

"My sister-in-law hasn't seen my soft sword yet. I don't like hard and long swords. It's so scary to hold them in my hand. So I begged my master to give me a soft sword, but the soft sword is also a sword after all. If you draw a sword, you will see blood. I rarely take it out."

Hua Changhao stroked the sword with two fingers, and a blood light flashed out of the sword body.

"Xuelong, today, we are finally going to fight side by side. I will feed you with blood first. In a while, you can start killing and drink blood and be full."

After saying that, Hua Changhao got out of the car and stood high on the front of the car, facing Hua Chi in front of him, his biological father said contemptuously: "Hua Chi, although you and I are father and son, in fact, they are not as good as passers-by. Today, it is better to fight one big battle, which can be considered as a complete success in this so-called father-son friendship. How about it, whether you die or I die today, let's fight one to the end."

The men in black around him had gradually narrowed the surrounding circle, and everyone's eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, and the weapons in their hands were eager to try, longing for the honor of a battle.

Hua Chi looked at Hua Changhao standing at the front of the carriage.

He always disliked this son and even felt that he should not be born. The son of a girl, the product of drunkenness, was really optional for him.

In his eyes, his mother was a beauty sent to Beixuan when a small country in the north was seeking peace. However, shortly after he was born, he was secretly executed by his father. The emperor of Beixuan Kingdom was secretly executed in the name of spies, and claimed to be sick.

He always knew it, but he always pretended not to know it.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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