Han Zeng seemed to be telling his father's resentment and Liu's indifference.

Huo Yu then waved his hand and asked the people in Zhonglei Camp to come forward to arrest the ministers.

"Little Master, the general Xuan Chenghou's reputation for his life will be destroyed by you!"

However, Su Wu was not afraid at all. Facing the shaking spear, he still walked straight forward and got closer.

The officials and soldiers in Zhonglei Camp were afraid of hurting him, so they were forced to retreat step by step by step by step by unarmed officials. Some people were almost crying, so they had to throw away their weapons.

"Shoot Su Wu out and take him away!"

Huo Yu was scolded by Su Wu and was timid in his old minister. However, he was able to strike hard against his subordinates. He was furious and let his confidants go over and beat the soldiers who forced the Zhonglei!

However, Huo Yu soon couldn't speak, because Han Zeng, who was beside him, saw the chaotic gap and suddenly rode his horse over, and drew his sword to attack Huo Yu, and simply injured his back, causing Huo Yu to fall off his horse.

Then Huo Yu was trampled by Han Zeng who jumped off again, and the sword was pressed against his neck!

"Former General, you are..."

"Thief, shut up!"

The incident happened suddenly, and the Huo family's dead soldiers and close friends were shocked, while Su Wu and others were overjoyed.

"Everyone, I haven't finished speaking."

Han Zeng smiled, with the cunning and resourcefulness of his ancestor Han Wangxin and the handsomeness of his uncle Han Yan, but his father Han Shuo was missing the unlucky luck that his father Han Shuo was confused.

"My servant is indeed wrong."

Han Zeng looked at Su Wu, Bingji and others and said what he had been holding back for decades.

"But it's not his fault. Everyone was wrong in the witchcraft disaster. Emperor Xiaowu, Prince Wei, Empress Wei, Ren An, Tian Ren, Jiang Chong, Liu Quqi..."

All the mistakes led to the blood flowing in those five days, and the death of tens of thousands of people in Chang'an was abruptly ending for decades of glory in the Han Dynasty, and history was torn into two parts.

"My ancestor, King Han, also regretted it in his later years. He said that when he thought about returning home, he would not forget to get up, and the blind would not forget to look at him. Han Zeng would not make any mistakes made by his predecessors again!"

"Today, I, Han Zeng, and the two palaces, Su Gong, Jingzhao Yin, etc., will do the right thing!"

Their parents’ mistakes should be corrected.

Han Zeng stretched out his left hand, his son Han Bao stepped forward, took off his arm guard for him, and then pulled his clothes suddenly, revealing his scarred left arm.

Han Zeng raised his hand high, looked at the surroundings and stopped his movements, and looked at each other and shouted: "For the Huo clan, those who are on the right side, those who are on the Han clan, those who are on the left side!"

The sound echoed in Shangguanli. When the sun rose from the horizon, in Chang'an City, there were thousands of soldiers in Zhonglei's lieutenant, plus more than a thousand servants and sons of the family members of the ministers...

All left-handed!

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Chapter completed!