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Chapter 29

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    Chapter 29: Born from the same roots

    On a moonlit night, there is still no wind.  The courtyard of King Funing is filled with thousands of flowers.

    Incense is still burning in the study, and the calligraphy and paintings on the walls are vigorous and powerful.

    Han Lang was invited to sit on the futon and play chess with his brother.

    ¡°My skills are poor, so I won¡¯t play anymore.¡± Han Lang finally sighed.

    Han Yan was not embarrassed and began to collect the chess pieces, his face still covered with cold snow.

    At this time, someone reported that the custom-made items were ready.

    Han Yan rolled up his sleeves and straightened his collar: "Bring it in."

    Han Lang remained calm and waited patiently.

    The things could not be carried through the door because they were too big to be carried in, so they could only be left at the door temporarily.

    Han Lang looked around and saw that it was an oversized coffin.

    "Did you know that you are the second son of the Han family who has lived the longest?" Han Yan's eyes pressed heavily on Han Lang.

    "I know." Han Lang replied calmly.

    "How do you know?" Han Yan asked.

    "Guess."

    "Then you still protect the Zhou family so much?"

    "Brother, it was either caused by our ancestors being foolish and loyal, or because our ancestors were greedy for power."

    After the incense of the tripod was burned out, Han Yan finally smiled tenderly: "Well, you can go and talk to your ancestors yourself." After saying that, he waved his hand and ordered his subordinates, "Come and serve King Funing in his coffin!"

    The coffin is a good one, very spacious, with enough room for at least ten Korean langs.

    Han Yan was very careful and laid a silk blanket on the bottom of the coffin. When people sleep on it, it is like sleeping on the green grass in early spring.

    Han Lang stretched out inside, patted the coffin, and was very satisfied: "Brother, you really treat me well."

    Han Yan was silent and looked down at him for a long time.

    Han Lang stretched again and put his hands behind his head: "He is indecisive, this is not like my god-like and heroic elder brother."

    Han Yan's eyes drooped, and his voice was infinitely lonely: "Are you really not afraid of death and have really given up everything?"

    "I have given up everything a long time ago." Han Lang yawned, "But if you don't believe it, then I can't do it, so I have to let you."

    "You dropped everything and still held on to Pan Ke! You even summoned Lin Luoyin privately!! I should have understood earlier that even if you withdraw from the court, your hand that changes everything is still there, always ready to turn the tables."

    "Meeting Lin Luoyin privately?" Han Lang made up his mind after hearing this. When he suddenly understood everything, he started laughing, one laugh after another.

    It turns out that this was the last straw that forced Han Yan to take action¡ª¡ª

    The last needle that pierced their brotherhood turned out to be the beautiful face who was whispering softly to the breeze under the flower stand, which made him forget about it.

    Very good, it turns out that good and evil in the world will eventually be rewarded, and King Funing, who conquered the world, was also betrayed by someone.

    "Very good." He repeated this sentence and took a deep breath: "Then you can close the coffin now. After I die, you will no longer have to worry about who will turn over your plate."

    This time Han Yan didn¡¯t reply and didn¡¯t look at him anymore. He just raised his hand and used his inner strength to close the heavy coffin lid inch by inch.

    The coffin is made of agarwood, which is said to be a hundred years old. It is densely carved with auspicious clouds, and it looks like water flowing under his hands.

    When I was four years old, I was so happy that I finally had a younger brother to keep me company.

    When they were ten years old, the two of them climbed onto the roof together, drank secretly, and stayed drunk for three days.

    "At the age of twenty-three, how did Han Lang, who was nineteen years old at the time, enter the palace and join the queen's banner? From then on, he began to confront himself tit for tat.

    At the age of thirty, how did Han Lang make a dangerous move to kill the prince and eliminate the prince? He would not let go of anyone who was implicated. In the end, he spared his own life and let him, the leader, become the leader of the family.  The only intact egg underneath.

    These days, the old things in time, are like running water, slowly sliding through his palm.

    ?? Han Yan, Han Lang, Han Dahan Er, the entanglement in these four words can no longer be explained by just love and hate.

    I don¡¯t know from which day they have become a thorn in each other¡¯s hearts. It hurts so much that they can¡¯t pull it out. But if they do, they are afraid that there will be a gap in their hearts and they will bleed to death.

    Now this thorn is about to be pulled out. As long as the coffin lid is closed, he will no longer have any weaknesses. He is a perfect god who can control everything.

    "Close it, close it, and seal the coffin." The rational and clear voice in my heart kept urging.

    But he suddenly lost his strength. The lid of the coffin was still one inch away from the top of the coffin.One statue after another, all made of bluestone without words, even after being poured over by heavy rain, there is no difference at all.

    People say that mourning grass is the only thing that distinguishes old and new graves. However, someone took care of the Han family cemetery, and every grave was extremely smooth, with not even a single grass hair on it.

    There are no clues, and there is no way to find the new grave in this rainy Huangmei day.

    Hua Rong was holding his sword in the cemetery, and for a moment he could only look around blankly.

    "Dig! If we can't find anything, we'll dig every one. If I remember correctly, including the prince, there are only eighty-eight graves in the cemetery." Liu Yun, who had set up an array, said at this time, standing behind him  , the first cemetery has been excavated.

    Hua Rong nodded, no longer hesitating, buried his sword into the soil, and began to dig the grave.

    The first one isn¡¯t, the second one isn¡¯t, the ninth one and the tenth one are not.

    The heavy rain washed down like crazy, Liu Yun's eyes were red, the arrow wound on his back was torn, and blood flowed all over the ground.

    "It's the third hour. If what that person said is true, the prince has been buried for three hours. We have to hurry up." Hua Rong said in anger. He wanted to stand up, but his knees were weak. In an instant, in front of him  It was dark.

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    Han Lang (6 years old): Come on, throw me away, I won¡¯t stop until I chase you.

    Han Yan (10 years old):¡­¡­¡­¡­, let¡¯s have a drink and don¡¯t stop until we get drunk.  Really, he is such a big man, but he still has a big tongue.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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