Huge handfuls of yellow leaves were blown off the branches by the autumn wind, fluttering in the air like butterflies.
Han Qing rode a dark yellow horse, holding a spear in his hand, and passed quickly through the woods. White mist shrouded both the man and the horse.
When illuminated by the morning sun, it looks like soaring clouds and mist.
The wound on his body has almost healed internally. Because the doctor does not know the art of suturing, or the art of suturing has not been invented in this era, only the epidermis is left, and it will take a little time.
Therefore, Han Qing doesn't have to just sit in the room every day and make gestures with empty hands.
He is now starting to try and do some basic rehabilitation training, while on horseback, he will test the changes in the moves he has learned over the past few days to prevent himself from just doing it behind closed doors.
So far, the drills have gone pretty well.
The moves he learned, at least when the Pegasus stabbed the straw man, showed the expected power. Moreover, through actual practice, his understanding of the Han family's marksmanship deepened by more than one level.
However, before he could truly grasp the essence of that set of marksmanship and fully apply it in actual combat, Han Qing felt that he still lacked some inspiration or an opportunity.
Just like looking at the gold and silver jewelry inside through tempered glass, you can clearly see the intoxicating luster emanating from the latter, but you can't get it no matter what.
There was no teacher who could give him guidance. There was no legendary power who suddenly took a fancy to his core and took the initiative to open up the "Ren and Governor" channels for him.
Therefore, in order to master a set of life-saving skills as soon as possible, Han Qing could only increase the practice time and intensity as much as possible without affecting the recovery of the wound.
I hope that one day, I can be like the male protagonist in the martial arts novels I read in my previous life, accumulating inspiration to a certain critical point, and then suddenly entering a state of epiphany, breaking the barrier, and entering the palace.
His efforts were noticed by many people in Ziwu Village. While everyone admired him, they tried their best to provide him with some conveniences.
For example, try to avoid his activity route, or throw a few bundles of wheat straw in advance near the open space where he practices riding horses and shooting guns.
Wheat straw is not worth much, but who is willing to work hard and make progress among young people who would not want to take a high look at him?
What's more, this young man has a good family background and good looks, and he is very likely to become Inspector Li's nephew and son-in-law!
The only exception is Li Yuan, the only son of Inspector Li.
This person never cares whether he will disturb Han Qing. As long as he has time, he will stick to Han Qing's side like a dog-skin plaster.
Even if he delayed studying for this reason, the private school teacher invited by his father slapped his palms with a ruler. Before the redness and swelling disappeared, he would definitely sneak towards Han Qing again while no one was paying attention.
It was as if Han Qing was a magnet with infinite attraction to him.
Based on Han Qing's true psychological age, he is definitely not willing to help others to coax their children. However, eating other people's things, using other people's things, and hiding in other people's territory to recuperate, he can't lose face, and removes the little fat Zhang Yuan from his own
Get away from me.
Fortunately, the little fat guy Zhang Yuan is clingy, but he is not useless. At least, with him here, Han Qing will not be completely ignorant of what has happened outside recently.
For example, Ding'an County took the initiative and publicly accused him of colluding with Liu Sicang to embezzle official grain, and issued an official document requesting Fangzhou to escort him back.
For example, after receiving the official document from Ding'an County, the county magistrate of Fangzhou shelved it.
For example, Zhang Wei, the magistrate of Ding'an County, wrote a letter to comfort Dou Rong's father, vowing to give him an explanation.
For example, there were rumors from the outside world that he was possessed by Li Cunxiao, and that he could fight one against a hundred, killing Bai Liancheng, a habitual gangster who had been causing trouble for many years, and many of his minions.
for example……
There are so many and so many.
Han Qing had actually heard most of this information from Little Fatty's father, Li Yu, the inspector of Ziwu Village. When it was Little Fatty's turn to relay it to him, it was completely "second-hand".
However, hearing second-hand news from the fat boy Li Yuan made Han Qing feel much more relaxed than hearing first-hand news from Li Yu.
The reason is very simple. Li Yuan, the little fat man, is only responsible for relaying the news and never does any subjective processing or gives him any ideas.
Li Yu, on the other hand, always likes to add some of his own opinions when reporting news to Han Qing, and makes corresponding suggestions to Han Qing very enthusiastically and responsibly.
Most likely, he was deceived by Han Qing's apparent age and regarded himself as a senior official. He believed that he was experienced and familiar with the local situation. Therefore, he had the responsibility to serve Han Qing, who was sixteen or seventeen years younger than him.
Give me some pointers.
It's a pity that he doesn't understand Han Qing's real situation at all, so the advice he gives Han Qing is mostly to guide the blind.
Based on Han Qing's true psychological age and life experience, of course she would not be angry with Li Yu just because he gave her random ideas and treated her as a junior.
Just getting along with this person will inevitably be a bit stiff, and it will never be as natural as between friends.
On the contrary, it was the fat little Li Yuan who was clingy and winkless. At least, Han Qing didn't have to expend any mental energy when getting along with him.
Therefore, after going back and forth, Han Qing and the fat little Li Yuan really seemed to be somewhat of friends.
"Friends we have never known, friends we have never known!" Occasionally thinking that he was actually brothers with a fifteen-year-old child, Han Qing couldn't help comforting himself.
Anyway, the benefits this friendship has brought to both parties far outweigh the disadvantages. Especially for the little fat Li Yuan, because he is always exchanging with Han Qing in his own heart. Recently, whether he is studying or practicing martial arts, he has been
Much progress has been made.
He even took the initiative to ask the teacher at the private school for advice on Ci Pai, rhythm and tone.
This was an unprecedented event. Mr. Ling was so excited that day that he almost shed tears.
Li Yu, an inspection officer of Ziwu Village, was greatly relieved when he learned that his son had finally taken the initiative to learn. Furthermore, he increasingly supported his son in dating Han Qing.
Only by playing with good children can you learn well. This is not just the creed of parents in the 21st century. It is the same in the 11th century.
Moreover, there are some topics that Li Yuan himself is not convenient to discuss directly, such as whether Han Qing was engaged when he was in Bianliang, what type of woman he likes, whether he cares about each other's family background, etc., etc., etc., are arranged for the little fat man
, you can capture it easily without leaving any trace.
Today, things are pretty much the same as usual.
Han Qing had just taken two shots, and before he even started to sweat, the familiar sound of horse hooves could be heard behind him.
Without looking back, he knew that the fat little Li Yuan was riding his half-grown colt to come to him for "asking for advice".
So, I simply took the mount, hung the spear back under the saddle, and waited patiently for the little fat man to catch up.
It was also inconvenient for him to say what he said directly to Li Yu, so he needed to pass it on through the little fat man's mouth.
For example, my injuries have almost healed, and in three to five days, I plan to leave Fangzhou.
For example, I am still half a sinner, so it is not convenient for me to talk about marriage.
For example, I don't want to waste my time and energy on endless entanglements with Magistrate Zhang and others.
Since County Magistrate Zhang and others can't do anything to him now, and seeing what Dou Rong's father Dou Shang wants, he doesn't want to offend the magistrate too badly. He might as well find another way out and stay away from the messy pit of Ding'an.
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Of course, Han Qing knew that Dou Rong would inevitably be sad if her words reached her ears.
But he thought that Dou Rong was only sixteen years old. In the 21st century, falling in love with him was equivalent to a crime. He could only harden his heart.
What's more, the other soul in his body has recently started to cause trouble for him.
Whenever Dou Rong's budding figure appeared in front of him, his will wavered. His heart felt as painful as being pinched by someone's hands.
It seemed to be a clear reminder to him that the former owner of the body had already made a marriage agreement with a noble daughter of a noble family named Zhou in Bianliang.
"Brother Jiajun, brother Jiajun, look what I brought you?" The little fat man was running a little hastily, and there was obvious gasping in the voice of the little fat man.
"What?" Han Qing smiled and turned around, looking at the bamboo basket held high by the little fat man, full of curiosity.
At this moment, a cold light suddenly shone behind the trees not far away.
A powerful crossbow flew past Han Qing's neck at high speed and hit the fat man Li Yuan's shoulder.
