Even if Han Tu could keep all the unruly people here this time, it would probably suffer a serious loss of vitality.
It's not about how much it will cost to rebuild the burned houses, but the fire that spread across the country has burned away the Korean people's firm belief in the conspiracy theory of the relocation order. From today on, the Korean government's investment in restricting people's movements must be increased by at least several times.
It can be said that there are only two paths before the Wei and Han families.
Either go to war with Zhao immediately and use the war to lock the people up.
Or they could set up the Ji clan alliance as soon as possible and use the alliance to forcibly break away from the Zhao family.
The Han family was not willing to bear the consequences of the war.
They would not take this path unless it was absolutely necessary.
Therefore, it is important to form an alliance as soon as possible while South Korea and Turkey have not yet suffered such a heavy loss.
"Tell him to find me in the side hall!"
Han Zhe snorted coldly and walked towards the side hall.
A moment later.
Zhao Qi sat opposite Han Zhe and felt uncomfortable all over.
His performance in the court would not lead to an assassination attempt by the Wei and Han factions at this moment.
But from now on, as long as you can't bring benefits to the Wei and Han families, don't even think about getting the slightest good look from the Wei and Han families.
Not even the opportunity to gain benefit.
Because there has never been a successful one before.
Facing the stinky face of a strong soldier.
Zhao Qi felt a little chest tightness.
But he changed his mind and thought, no matter how stinky your face is, what threat can it pose to me?
My image is already bad enough, so what does it matter if it gets worse?
Figure this out.
Zhao Qi's thoughts came to him instantly, and he even crossed his legs: "Han Weiwei, why do you look so unhappy? Do you still want to meet my cousin?"
Han Zhe: “???”
Emotions don’t just disappear.
It will just transfer from one person to another.
Han Zhe's face looked even uglier.
Zhao Qi was even happier, but he was also worried about being chopped, so he directly took out a ball of true energy.
Soon, the ball of true energy turned into the image of Nangong Yan.
Han Zhe raised his eyelids and said, "Nephew Nangong, what's the situation?"
Nangong Yan smiled faintly: "Everything went well!"
all the best?
Why come to me if everything is going well?
It was agreed beforehand that we just had to wait for the tomb to open in a month.
Han Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh? Then why did nephew Nangong come here this time?"
Nangong Yan said bluntly: "I want to meet your son Han Juan alone!"
"oh?"
Han Zhe said calmly, "Why did nephew Nangong come to see me?"
Nangong Yan smiled and said, "I just want to talk to him about his master's school. Uncle Han, don't worry, I won't do anything to your son."
Han Zhe said calmly, "Although my son is seriously injured and has not recovered yet, he is not someone that nephew Nangong can hurt."
This answer.
Some are not nutritious.
Because he did not respond to Nangong Yan's request.
Han Zhe just looked at her quietly, without any intention of adding any additional explanation.
Nangong Yan was getting a little impatient waiting, so she could only continue, "It involves some secrets of the Muye Monument, which Han Juan knows, and which are also what I want to ask. However, I might be able to get the answers when I'm alone, but not necessarily if Han Shibo is here."
Hearing these words, Han Zhe was thoughtful.
Because ever since he knew that Han Juan had split the Muye Stele with his own force, he had often intentionally or unintentionally asked Han Juan about the secret of the Muye Stele.
Without exception, Han Juan did not respond.
There is nothing wrong with what Nangong Yan said.
But he was still a little worried about Nangong Yan.
Nangong Yan was a little impatient: "If Mr. Han doesn't believe me, then I'll take my leave. Anyway, I'm just following orders this time. I don't really care how far the Ji clan alliance can go."
"Don't worry, nephew!"
Han Zhe stopped him with a smile: "I'll call my son out right now."
As he said this, he ordered someone to call Han Juan.
About a quarter of an hour later.
Han Juan came over yawning, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed to have become even darker.
Except for the few days in Zhongpan, he has always maintained a lifestyle of working from sunrise to sunset.
It was almost midnight, and when he was suddenly called up, he looked even more lazy and depressed.
"Father, Lay Buddhist!"
Han Juan yawned and asked, "It's so late, what's the matter?"
Han Zhe pointed inside the room: "Someone is looking for you!"
Han Juan glanced into the house, and when he saw Nangong Yan, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He also knew the small magic of transforming Qi into shape, but this was the first time he had seen such a strange Qi.
He bowed to Han Zhe and sat down opposite Nangong Yan.
The door was closed.
Before the door was closed, Zhao Qi was also driven out and stood within Han Zhe's sight with an awkward smile.
Inside the door.
Han Juan looked at Nangong Yan curiously: "Do we know this girl?"
"We knew each other right away!"
Nangong Yan looked at her with a half-smile: "I'm Nangong Yan!"
Han Juan was not particularly interested in this name, and did not discuss her identity. Instead, he asked, "Miss Nangong, how did you practice your true qi? Can you tell me about it?"
"My Qi is not suitable for you to practice!"
"I don't practice, I just want to listen."
“…”
Nangong Yan didn't know where his curiosity came from, so she said, "If you want to hear it, do me a favor, or I'll do you a favor!"
Han Juan held his chin in his hand and said lazily, "Oh? Tell me about it!"
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