Schemes in Royal Palace

"Anhuan, how are you!" Han Zimo's hair was scattered and shaky and was about to fall down. He stretched out his hand to hold anhuan. At that moment, the prisoner suddenly moved, and the cold light in his hand flashed. Half of Han Zimo's arm was cut off by the prisoner. The bright red blood gurgled at the broken arm, and countless cold sweats burst out on his forehead.

"You... You're not him!" Han Zimo quickly lit the acupoint on his left arm to stop the blood, looked up at the prisoner next to him, and his eyes were cold.

He doesn't regret it. Knowing that it was Tang yuntu's plot, he still wants to come, because only when he comes can he have the chance to see the person he wants to see again!

"Young master Han, I haven't seen you for many years. You're still so impulsive!" he crossed the river and lifted the messy hair in front of him, revealing his face with a mocking smile.

Han Zimo had more and more cold sweats on his forehead. The pain of his broken arm did not disappear because the blood stopped. His sight gradually became blurred. The man in front of him was very familiar. He was similar to his age. He seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Although Gong jingduhe was wearing prison clothes, his strong figure was clear at a glance. The thin prison clothes had the hidden danger of being propped up by his muscles. Under his strong eyebrows were a pair of proud eyes, and there was an old scar on the bridge of his nose. It could not be found without looking carefully. The two lips were clear with an ironic smile, and his eyes seemed to scan Han Zimo.

"Who are you?" Han Zimo frowned. He couldn't remember where he had met this man. Looking at this man's hostile eyes, it's not difficult to see that the two had a festival before

"Young master Han is really forgetful! Your sword almost killed me in those years. You said you forgot and forgot!" with an ironic smile, he crossed the river and held Han Zimo's chin, "Tut tut! Young master Han is as good-looking as he was in those days! I said you were a broken sleeve, but you still don't believe it! Look, it's a disgusting broken sleeve now. If your father knew you died for a eunuch, I don't know if he would be angry! Ha ha!"

Han Zimo stared at the person in front of him, and his memory traced back to the snowy night six years ago.

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The sky was overcast, and large dark clouds pressed the sky low and low, like a broken wall to collapse. The oncoming cold wind blew recklessly, lifted up the dense broken snow, tore the clothes of the people in a hurry, and swept it on the frozen purple face.

The skinny little childe was about ten years old. He was protected by five or six servants. He was wearing a heavy cloak. The snow under his feet was a little messy. He raised his eyes to the end of the street and asked the schoolboy: "where is the front?"

"After this, we will come to Mr. Gongjing's place," replied the schoolboy.

The little childe was silent for a moment and asked with some uneasiness, "does that gentleman really have the ability to predict the future?"

"Don't worry, young master, you won't break your sleeves. It must be that man. He's so beautiful. You just admire him!" the schoolboy comforted him kindly.

Yes, it must be that man. He's so beautiful!

Han Zimo was much more peaceful when he thought about it. After walking a few streets behind the schoolboy, he came to the yard with greasy lanterns. He stood in front of the door and looked up at the dilapidated gate. Han Zimo was about to push the door when the door opened. A young man similar to his age politely welcomed them in.

"Young master Han, do you want to measure the past life, the present life or the future?" the white haired old man sat opposite, stroking his beard and asked.

"I have some difficulties in my heart. Please solve my doubts," Han Zimo said.

"I don't know what confused young master Han?" the old man asked.

"A month ago, I met a handsome young man. I don't know why I always wanted to see him." Han Zimo blushed when he spoke.

Just as the old man was about to speak, the young man standing beside him burst out laughing.

Han Zimo glared at the young man in displeasure. The young man also glared back at him and said, "young master Han, is this still used to bother my grandpa? You obviously have a crush on others! Ha ha!"

"Crossing the river!" the old man glanced at him, but the public hurried to one side.

Han Zimo's handsome face was full of displeasure. Mr. Gongjing's grandson was obviously mocking that he had broken his sleeves. He slapped his hands on the table and stood up. His fiery eyes stared at Gongjing crossing the river, gritted his teeth and asked, "are you mocking me?"

Gongjing is also young and vigorous when crossing the river. Seeing that Han Zimo is so fierce, he is unwilling to show weakness and said, "I didn't laugh at young master Han. You are obviously off your sleeve. Ha ha!"

"You... Han Zimo was angry. He pulled out his sword at his waist and pointed to the heart of Gong's eyebrows crossing the river:" take back your words, or you'll be impolite to you! "

Gong unexpectedly crossed the river with his hands on his hips. He glanced at him with proud eyes and said, "what you say is the water poured out. How to take it back? Young master Han, it's not terrible to break your sleeves. What's terrible is that you refuse to admit it. You rich people have different tastes..."

Before he finished crossing the river, Han Zimo cut a hole in his nose. The blood flowed out. He cried in pain, "you disgusting broken sleeve, you dare to destroy my face!"

Gong jumped across the river and stared at Han Zimo.

"You say I'm a broken sleeve, believe it or not, I'll kill you!" Han Zimo Yang started the sword in his hand and was about to cut to Gongjing to cross the river. The sword came fiercely. Gongjing crossed the river and stared in horror. Han Zimo forgot to avoid and couldn't escape. The expected pain didn't appear, and the old man who hadn't spoken stood in front of him, Blood gushed out, splashing on Han Zimo Junyi's face and on Gong Jingdu's face.

"Grandpa --" Gong unexpectedly crossed the river and screamed and caught the old man's fallen body.

Han Zimo's pupils contracted, and his sword fell to the ground with a clatter. "No... i... no..." Han Zimo killed for the first time. He shook his head violently and limped on the ground, unable to say a complete word.

The old man slowly raised his hand, stroked Gong's face and said, "crossing the river! Your character is not suitable for this business. Grandpa can't do it. There are all Grandpa's savings under the tree outside the hospital. Take it and live the life you want!"

"Grandpa, no... don't leave to cross the river... No!" the old man turned to Han Zimo and said, "young master Han, it's rude to cross the river. It's good for the old man to compensate you for his life. He's the only one in my father's family. Forgive him for his old face?"

"Mr. Gongjing, I'm... I'm reckless... I'll take good care of your grandson." Han Zimo was full of guilt. If only he had just kept it, why are you so impulsive!