Lu Bu's Ambition

Chapter 127 Han Fu's Anger

In the early morning of the second day, Han Fu's tired eye sockets were left with thick dark circles, but the miserable crying outside the door woke him up.

At the gate of the Han Mansion, two house slaves ran in crying with distressed faces, bruised noses and swollen faces. When they saw the head of the Han family who had just been alarmed, they ran over crying as if they had found their backbone.

"Wuu~ Patriarch, that guy Zhu Han is too bullying. When he met us in the morning, he just beat us up without asking why."

At this time, Han Fu looked at the two bruised and swollen cheeks in shock, but his eyes were full of sorrow and anger.

The anger had just risen, but then Han Fu let out a long breath of relief, and sighed deeply with a decadent look: "Don't go out these few days."

After finishing speaking, Han Fu flicked his sleeves and returned to the bedroom with a dejected expression on his face, leaving behind two servants who were crying. At the same time, the servants in the mansion were also secretly shocked when they saw it, and a sense of chilling filled the air. In the once prosperous mansion.

In their eyes, Han Fu, the cowardly head of the family, returned to the study with a sudden burst of anger on his face, and a little bit of coldness flickered in his eyes.

But at this moment in Han Fu's eldest son's house, there was a servant with a sad expression who kept talking about what happened early this morning.

Cough cough~ Han Fu's eldest son had an angry expression on his face, and the anger in his chest caused his weak body to cough continuously, and he was clutching his chest with a struggling and painful expression on his face.

"Cough cough ~ go and invite my lord father, cough cough ~ the Han family can't bury cough cough ~" Coughing continuously, his face was pale, as if he had been seriously ill for a long time.

And the servant kneeling under the bed had a mournful look on his face, with tears in his eyes, and he whimpered, "My lord, there are rumors in the streets and alleys at this time, that Zhu Han threatened to sever the Han family after being severely punished by Yuan Shao." .”

"Ahem~ hurry up."

At this moment, the pale face on the bed coughed and struggled ferociously, and the servant, who was still crying in fright, shivered.

"Young one, please go and invite the Patriarch, young master, you have a good rest." While saying that, he slowly exited the house, but at the moment of exiting the house, a venomous light flashed in those weeping and mournful eyes.

Creak~ The moment the door closed, Han Fu's eldest son, who was pale, flushed and coughing, suddenly had a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his pupils were wide open.

His chest rose and fell violently, but his eyes were full of painful struggles, and finally he saw the empty bowl beside the bed with a look of despair.

There was still a trace of medicinal fragrance in the empty bowl, but the thin and painful figure on the bed gradually slumped to the head of the bed with weak hands.

"My son!"

Early in the morning, Han Fu's eyes in the room were struggling with bloodshot eyes, looking at this scene with ferocious trembling eyes in disbelief.

And the servant next to him looked terrified, pointed at the figure on the bed tremblingly, and murmured tremblingly at the corner of his mouth: "How is it possible, the young master was fine just now."

However, Han Fu's ears could not hear anything. His bloodshot pupils stared blankly at his son, but his body was trembling involuntarily.

"What's going on!" Han Fu's tone without the slightest emotion came from Han Fu's mouth. At this time, his face was so cold that he had the coercion of a superior, but at this time he was like a mad tiger with a pair of blood. He stared fixedly at the servant beside him.

And the servants around him were already frightened, looking at their master with a look of horror on their faces, and said tremblingly and frightened: "Patriarch, I really don't know, the young master heard the crying in the mansion early in the morning. Ask the villain, and then keep coughing and insist on asking the owner to come."

When he said this, he was already frightened and limp on the ground, but his pupils were full of fear, and he looked at the man on the bed who had already lost his breath. Only a little bit of bright red remained on the shirt on his chest, which was a bit scary.

"What a Yuan Shao who has four generations and three fathers! What a thief Zhu Han!" A ferocious and terrifying face appeared on Han Fu's face. At this time, he was like a fierce tiger that devoured people and terrified him.

At this time, Han Fu had never been so angry before, his blood eyes gleamed coldly, staring at the servant who had already been limp on the ground, turned around coldly, and strode away directly.

"I'll stay here with the young master, remember not to make any noise and not to leave the door for half a step!" Han Fu's cruel voice came from the slowly closed wooden door, and at the same time, he saw a pair of frightening and ferocious faces in the world.

The moment he reacted, Han Fu outside the door said coldly and softly: "Kill!" The two big men who were guarding outside the room suddenly rushed into the room.

Ah ~
A miserable scream sounded, and a corpse was added to the room, but Han Fu closed his eyes quietly waiting for something.

Creak~ When the door was opened again, a bloody smell filled the air, and two indifferent guards in leather armor walked up to Han Fu and knelt on one knee.

"Lord!"

After hearing the voice of the dead man, Han Fu slowly opened those bloodshot eyes full of pain, and said softly with his firm lips, "My son is used to enjoying the glory and wealth." , don't move lightly, just let this prosperous Han Mansion go with my son."

Everyone in the peaceful Han Mansion went about their business as usual and didn't know what happened, while Han Fu returned to the bedroom with a calm expression.

Only a few pairs of dark eyes watched everything in the mansion coldly, Han Fu didn't say anything but stayed in the bedroom with a calm face, and then a dead man named Han family began to come in and out secretly.

That night, a man in black at the back door of the Han Mansion took advantage of the darkness to quietly board a carriage, and then disappeared under the night.

There was silence in the Han Mansion, and everyone was in a dreamland, but they didn't notice the smell of grease in the air, and the corners of every luxurious house were piled with dry firewood.

Until dawn, several black-clothed figures appeared in the Han Mansion, and the torches in their hands slowly ignited the other's dry wood outside each house.

In an instant, under the action of the grease, the piles of dry firewood suddenly burst into flames, and the choking smoke billowed out. For a while, the house was full of flames, and then countless screams and screams suddenly sounded.

Then the people in the city were also awakened, and countless people poked their heads out to look, and the once incomparably prosperous Han Mansion had already turned into a sea of ​​flames.

All of a sudden, the patrolling soldiers in the city rang the gong in alarm, and then countless figures frantically fled from the house.

The people on the street watched this scene in shock, and countless patrolling soldiers rushed to put out water to put out the fire, but under the raging fire, it was a drop in the bucket.

There were faint screams for help in the Han Mansion, but the ruthless sea of ​​flames gradually engulfed everything. For a while, the surrounding people and officials looked at this scene in shock, and some people's eyes were full of coldness. with fear.

　I ask for the support of my brothers, let this book achieve better results again before it is about to hit the shelves~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)