Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Uncle Wang Guo's real name is Wang Xuanzhen, which means natural and simple, because he was weak when he was young, and his father didn't expect him to be rich, but only hoped that he could live innocently and comfortably.

But when the man saw him for the first time, he said, "Xuanzhen is another name for Yu. I will call you Yuqing from now on." '

Since then, 'Yuqing' has become Wang Xuanzhen's nightmare.

Everyone knows that Yugui was favored and soared to the sky with one trick, and he was favored by the late emperor even though he had no children.

But they don't know that the real noble person is like someone else, and it was never Wang Xuanzhen who was loved and hated.

This was the resentment and humiliation that Wang Xuanzhen could not get rid of in his life. The late emperor died and left a will to make Wang Guifei the empress dowager and bestow a gold medal to save her from death.

What can Wang Xuan really do?

Enmity and hatred smashed his teeth and swallowed them in his stomach, his heart was extremely bitter, he ate sugar and honey bit by bit, he ate all the teeth in his mouth, and he hit those silver teeth like Xuefeng, but he was still biting Not a piece of the enemy's meat.

So he was always in the midst of extreme unwillingness and rage, burning at the slightest bit, and Han Feng... obviously poured a handful of oil directly on his anger.

Han Feng calmly said, "Uncle Guo, do you really just let that go?"

Wang Xuan's heart heaved violently, and his eyes were fixed on Han Feng. He was so angry that his blood vomited in his throat, and he couldn't even speak.

Han Feng had been fooling around all this time, but at this moment his gaze was fixed on Wang Xuanzhen, Wang Xuanzhen's anger was frozen, he was familiar with this gaze... On that night more than ten years ago, the pain was so extreme that he gritted his teeth and endured it, thinking that he was the most beautiful person in the world. The hard part is over, and then he knows what the real endless hell and despair are.

At that time, his eyes were like Han Feng's now.

"He killed you all your life and died like that, are you willing?" Han Feng spoke slowly and softly, "If it were me, even if the enemy is dead, I would dig out his body and whip the corpse to vent my hatred , Bruise, Bone, Yang, Ash."

Qian Buhuan was holding onto Han Feng's belt at first, but when he heard the last four words, his hand trembled suddenly, and he couldn't help but let go of Han Feng.

What a frightening aura.

Wang Xuanzhen stared at Han Feng, and slowly opened his lips for a long time, his silver teeth were covered with blood, his eyes were brighter than ever, and his body trembled with excitement, "You're right."

The singer in the pavilion fell into the water like a fish following the money, and walked to the shore along the underwater passage.

Wang Xuanzhen vomited blood, but the gloom in his heart dissipated a lot. He had held back this secret for too long, but was suddenly exposed by Han Feng, and the old acne oozes pus all over the ground, but he feels much better, and he has calmed down. Resuming a gloomy look, "How do you know?"

"I can tell fortunes." Han Feng said casually.

Wang Xuanzhen had no intention of getting entangled with him on this kind of matter, and asked further, "How much do you count?"

Nature is all.

In the previous life, Han Feng was also very surprised that Wang Xuanzhen would betray the queen mother and switch to his side. Although siblings often turned against each other, the queen mother really indulged Wang Xuanzhen to the extreme, and Wang Xuanzhen, as the younger brother of the queen mother, did get it Countless benefits.

He didn't understand Wang Xuanzhen's reason for doing this.

Han Feng doesn't like the unknown, and he doesn't like taking risks. With his efforts to investigate, the truth of the matter is slowly pieced together.

It was never the empress dowager that the first emperor favored, but the younger brother of the empress dowager, if only the younger brother and sister served together, perhaps Wang Xuanzhen would not have hated the first emperor and the empress dowager to the end.

It's only because the first emperor was suspicious by nature, on the one hand he loved Wang Xuanzhen's beauty and temperament, but on the other hand he was worried that Wang Xuanzhen would 'dirty and mess up the harem', so he did nothing but castrate Wang Xuanzhen endlessly.

How could Wang Xuanzhen not hate him?

Han Feng didn't reveal everything in front of Wang Xuanzhen, but said indifferently: "What should be counted is counted, and what shouldn't be counted is also not counted. Uncle Guo, you just need to know that I can help you avenge your revenge, and that's enough."

"How can you help me?" Wang Xuanzhen said quickly, not hiding his anxiety.

"It's very simple, you can't touch him, just because his surname is still in this world." Han Feng rolled his eyes, hiding his sharpness, "Change your surname—it's fine."

Wang Xuan's breathing almost stopped.

The first emperor had a lot of desires, and every time he was on the bed, he was tortured until he was dying. Wang Xuanzhen had a simple temperament since he was a child, no matter how much he hated him, what he wanted was to curse the late emperor for his early death. I can't understand my hatred, but I never thought of... rebelling.

The word 'rebellion' jumped in Wang Xuanzhen's mind, the hairs all over his body suddenly stood on end, he had never been so clear in his life.

Yes, he hated the first emperor so much that he didn't even want to mention his name.

How many times have I poked that face until the blood was flying in the nightmare, but when I woke up, I felt extremely empty.

That emptiness can never be filled, Wang Xuanzhen thought desperately.

Wang Xuanzhen swallowed his saliva, his hands hidden in his sleeves trembled slightly, his gaze slowly straightened.

"Uncle Guo, think slowly," Han Feng cupped his hands, "I-I'll be here anytime." After saying that, he turned around and stepped into the water, the lake water submerged his calf, he moved slowly, the water waves split, his momentum was indomitable, Wang Xuanzhen suddenly walked out of the water Han Feng seemed to see the shadow of the late emperor.

That is the conceit that comes from having supreme authority over life and death.

Wang Xuanzhen trembled slightly.

Han Feng walked out of the uncle's mansion with his hem wet and intact, his face was pale, but his eyes were still smiling, he treated him fiercely when the money was not returned, but when he was sent out of the mansion, he became respectful, "Lord Han, The chariots are ready."

"You are a very smart person," Han Feng said calmly, "There will be great fortune in the future."

Qian Buhuan has been by Wang Xuanzhen's side for 14 years. Wang Xuanzhen's temperament is unstable, sometimes gentle as water, sometimes violent as fire, and sometimes crying for no reason. Following him all the time, Wang Xuanzhen treats him similarly to other servants, at most he likes to use him more, no matter how you look at it, Wang Xuanzhen is not a good master to serve, money can be safely by Wang Xuanzhen's side The last 14 years were also remarkable, and my character has been tempered very well.

This kind of money is a little afraid of Han Feng. He feels a kind of unfathomable horror in Han Feng. This kind of horror is completely different from Wang Xuanzhen's hysteria. It is elusive, and he dare not respond or please. , in front of Han Feng, it will make him feel that he has nothing to hide.

Qian Buhuan silently sent Han Feng to the front of the mansion, and opened the door for Han Feng with his own hands.

At the same time as the sound of the door opening came, the rapid sound of horse hooves from far to near attracted the attention of the two of them. Under the gloomy sky, a white-robed horse galloped forward, and the wind blew the sleeves of the people, and they bulged like wings.

"Woo--" Lynch saw Han Feng at the door from a distance, and immediately stopped the horse. The horse stepped on its front hooves and neighed high. Shoot at Han Feng, "Master Han!"

Lynch's hair was in a mess, the jade hairpin was slanted, sweat was dripping on his handsome face, and his clothes were also messed up. His expression implied anxiety, but his face remained restrained. After breathing evenly, he said reservedly: "Han What a coincidence, my lord."

When he saw Lynch's figure from a distance, Han Feng was already a little dazed. At this moment, Lynch reined in his horse and called him softly, but his tongue was numb, his head was hot, and he was staring up at Lynch who was sitting on the horse. , he seems to have fallen into a dream, a snow.

Qian Buhuan's eyes were astonishing, and he understood it instantly, and said wittily, "Master Lin is passing by?"

Although Lynch is a weak and noble young man, riding a horse is still easy, and his breath is still steady when he rushed, his back was completely soaked, he opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Yes, isn't Mr. Han still sick? How can I have the energy to visit my uncle’s mansion? I have invited Mr. Han several times, but I have not seen Mr. Han honored me. It’s better to hit the sun if you choose a day. Mr. Han, do you want to have a drink together?"

"Master Han, it seems that there is no need for this chariot and horse," Qian Buhuan beckoned and bowed, "Master Han, please."

Lynch 'snatched' the wet treacherous minister.

When Han Feng got on the horse, Lin Qi realized that Han Feng's boots and the hem of his robe were wet. He thought that Uncle Wang Guo had made things difficult for him, so he immediately drove the horse away, so that Uncle Wang Guo would not run out again and arrest him.

When Han Feng sat behind Lin Qi, the smell from Lynch's body was amplified and passed to his nose. The smell of incense and sweat formed a new smell.

Lin Qi loves cleanliness, always spotless, and his body smells fresh and clean. Han Feng circled him, and his eyes fell on the back of his neck. The dark collar was slightly soaked with sweat, and the hair was sticking to his slender, fair neck. Up, messy and embarrassing.

"Master Lin, why did you come here?" Han Feng said hoarsely.

Lin Qi was still nervous, and breathed a sigh of relief. The uncle's mansion behind him was already out of sight, so he lowered his head and said softly, "Thank you, Doctor Jin."

He spoke with his face sideways, his chin moved closer to Han Feng's shoulder so that Han Feng could hear him clearly, and when Han Feng lowered his head, he could see Lynch's tall nose and bright red lips.

"Uncle Guo didn't..." Lin Qi wanted to ask Uncle Wang Guo if he was embarrassing Han Feng, but the strange feeling coming from behind him suddenly cut off the conversation.

The two rode together on the same horse. Han Feng was tall, holding the rein with both hands, and almost wrapped Lynch in his arms. The two of them were very close. He could smell the faint sweat on Lynch's body, and Lynch could also detect it. out of his abnormality.

Han Feng hardened.

Lynch's face slowly turned red, he quietly turned his face away, and his hand holding the rein was slightly sweating.

Han Feng really wanted to bump his horse and die on the side of the road.

He really didn't believe that there was a man in the world who could control himself in this kind of thing.

Han Feng has tried his best not to think about it, but he can't stop his brother from poking his head and eager to try it. The sweetheart is wrapped in his arms covered in sweat, and he still comes for him. How can he suppress his heartbeat and joy?

Lynch fell silent, Han Feng's heavy breathing sounded in his ears, the road forked ahead, left was the avenue, right was the alley, Lynch shook the reins, and the horse galloped leisurely to the right.

The alley was remote, the bluestone slabs were uneven, the horse's back was heaving and trembling, Han Feng's legs were icy cold, but his legs were on fire, and he couldn't help poking forward along the footsteps of the steed behind Lynch.

Lin Qi held the reins, and the sweat from running over had dried up, and his jacket was tightly attached to his body. Now he was sweating again, sticky and sticky. Qi endured the messy breathing, and his hands clenched the reins tighter and tighter.

At the end of the alley, Lynch reined in lightly, and the horse stopped.