"With your courage, I really don't know how you dare to walk into Wanhong Building,"
Yao Xishui stared at Han Qian for a while, then came closer, picked up the white jade-like tea cup, opened the lid and blew the green floating tea leaves with his mouth, took a sip, and handed the tea cup to Han Qian.
, said,
"Do you dare to drink Mr. Han now?"
"I dare to drink it now!" Han Qian took the tea cup and saw Yao Xishui's lip prints on the edge of the tea cup. He carefully avoided the lip prints, took a sip, put the tea cup down and said, "From now on, everyone will
If you have anything to do, please ask Miss Yao to give you instructions. But don’t ask me to do anything that is too dangerous. If I use this chess piece well, it will be of great use to Miss Yao..."
"What are you talking about? It's as if I really forced you to drink some poisonous tea," Yao Xishui said with a sweet smile, "Master Han is chatting with me for a while, and your two drunken friends are still torturing the girl in the yard.
, it will take a while to finish, or should I send someone to another yard to see which girl is idle? "
Yao Xishui and other girls in the red house perform their crafts without selling their bodies, and easily do not stay with guests. However, there are also girls in other courtyards who are purely engaged in skin and flesh business. In short, it is the intoxicating fairy nest of Jinling City.
"Just chatting with Miss Yao, just chatting with Miss Yao." Han Qian said while swallowing his saliva.
Han Qian carefully sat next to Yao Xishui, and while he was holding a stick of incense, the maid next to Yao Xishui ran over and said, "Master Feng sent a slave to ask Master Han if he has had enough tea here."
"Drink enough, drink enough..." Han Qian stood up hurriedly. He thought that Feng Yi would be in a hurry to go back after finishing his work. He was probably afraid that he would be scolded by his family when he went back at night, but he was more worried about leaving late, Yao Xishui and others
People will change their minds.
"Master Han really doesn't like the slave family. He runs away so quickly as soon as his friends are done!" Yao Xishui stood up and said goodbye with a sad look on his face.
Han Qian went across the hall to transfer the property without looking back, and ran to the yard where Feng Yi was having fun. He saw Feng Yi holding a girl of about twenty years old in his arms and talking with a smile.
Although this girl is not a Wanhonglou courtesan, her beauty is definitely not bad. The collar is not buttoned up, revealing a plump flesh as bright as jade, which is really mouth-watering and makes people really want to reach out and touch it.
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In the north courtyard of Wanhong Tower, there is a hill built with earth dug from the lake. There is a three-story wooden building that was left over from before the construction of Wanhong Tower. It is called Wanhong Pavilion. Wanhong Tower is also named after this building -
- Wanhong Pavilion is surrounded by five or six ancient trees that have been growing for hundreds of years. From any angle, the outside world can only vaguely see a corner of the wooden building among the dense branches and leaves.
Yao Xishui walked up to the wooden building and could see Han Qian's leaving figure through the gaps between the wooden leaves.
There were two people deep in the wooden building watching Han Qian and the others leave.
"Han Qian saw through Xishui's secret and guessed that we were placing a bet on the third prince. Leaving this person behind is too variable." A male voice with a hoarse voice said.
"Although Han Daoxun is the Secretary and Young Superintendent and has no reputation, the officials who were transferred to the court in the same batch as him were all hand-picked by Emperor Tianyou. Who knew that Han Daoxun was not the one chosen by the fake emperor?
Han Daoxun is very talented in governing the place. Even if his entry into the court was not deliberately arranged by the puppet emperor, he will come forward sooner or later," Yao Xishui said, "If such a person can be used by us, his role will be greater than that of Marquis Xinchang!
"
In Yao Xishui's view, Han Qian was insignificant, and keeping him would be a big risk. But if Han Daoxun and even the Han family were involved through Han Qian, and could eventually be used by them, the meaning would be completely different.
"That's what I say, but don't be too hasty. Be careful. When Han Daoxun notices it, he will make up his mind to abandon his son as an abandoned son!"
Voices continued to come from deep inside the wooden building, warning,
"Of course, if this kid has the guts to step into Wanhong Tower, he shouldn't be snooped on. Xi Shui, you can work more on him..." The voice from deep in the wooden building said again.
"Does this guy think he can achieve great things?" The hoarse voice sneered. Because of Han Daoxun and the Han family, he was not opposed to treating Han Qian as a chess piece, but he was still full of disdain for Han Qian in his heart.
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When Han Qian returned to his residence in Lanting Lane, it was still dark.
At this time, the evening breeze blew and the weather was cool, but Han Qian felt weak and sweaty.
Walking back all the way, especially after separating from Feng Yi and Kong Xirong, he was really afraid that an assassin would suddenly pounce out of an alley and stab him to death on the spot.
It was only at this time that Han Qian breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his pretense had worked, and the most urgent danger of death had been barely avoided.
Han Qian and Zhao Kuo pushed open the door and entered the house, only to see their father Han Daoxun sitting in the middle hall with a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, talking. When they saw him walking in, their faces suddenly darkened, and they cursed: "You
This bastard, when he arrived in Aurous Hill, he didn't even have time to take a breath, so he went off to hang out somewhere?"
Han Qian was also a little stunned at this moment.
If he said that he was dragging Feng Yi, Kong Xirong went to Wanhong Mansion to find Yao Xishui, which would probably make his father Han Daoxun half angry to death. But at this time, he didn't know that Fan Xicheng stayed in the house and was talking to his father Han Daoxun behind his back.
I'm afraid it would be difficult for him to fool him by making up lies at this time, and it might even make his father, Han Daoxun, hate him more and more.
Han Qian just went to see Yao Xishui, but he actually used his father Han Daoxun as the biggest bargaining chip, so that Yao Xishui and the mysterious master behind Wanhong Mansion were willing to use him as a pawn.
Otherwise, if he is a 17 or 18-year-old boy, if he keeps showing off, how can it be worth the risk that Yao Xishui and others take to bet on him?
Only by regaining the trust of his father, Han Daoxun, will it be possible to do more things. In the future, it will be possible to persuade his father not to do stupid things like "Wen Shijian" and to offend someone who has become suspicious and willful by nature.
God bless the emperor, thereby completely changing his destiny.
"The child ran to the copper shop to beg for twelve loaves of gold, but Feng Yi and Kong Xirong ran to Wanhong Mansion to relax, but when he arrived at Wanhong Mansion, he remembered his father's teachings and did not dare to squander the twelve loaves of gold." Han Qian
He took out the twelve loaves of gold from his pocket and handed it over timidly.
Han Qian was secretly grateful.
When he came out of the Wanhong Mansion, he wanted to leave the place of right and wrong, so he pulled Feng Yi and Kong Xirong away. When Feng Yi and Kong Xirong saw him getting gold cakes from the copper shop, they thought that it was his treat today.
The three of them walked straight out without anyone stopping them, and thus successfully completed a domineering whoring.
And having these twenty little gold cakes in his hand made the story he made up at this time, which was true and false, sound very credible.
"..." Han Daoxun looked towards Zhao Kuo.
"Young Master indeed took twelve loaves of gold from the copper shop." Zhao Kuo did not want to understand why Young Master Han Qian did not squander the gold today, but he replied with this sentence and did not say anything more casually.
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"You bastard, come here and salute Master Guo!" Han Daoxun scolded him again at this time, but his tone was much gentler. He asked Han Qian to salute the middle-aged man in Qingyi and throw the twelve cakes of gold onto the small table next to him.
Han Daoxun was returning to his house from Hongwenguan today. He was blocked by Guo Rong on the road and had to invite him to his house for a drink. Unexpectedly, when he returned to his house, he heard from Fan Xicheng that Han Qian had not even taken a breath since he arrived in the city, so he talked to Feng Yi and Kong Xirong.
Ran out.
Han Daoxun's heart and lungs were really about to explode with anger. When he saw Han Qian coming back from outside with a happy face, he didn't care about Guo Rong's presence and was about to have a fit on the spot.
Hearing what Han Qian said, Han Daoxun's face looked a little better.
The world of Jinling is extravagant, and it is normal for aristocratic family members who are seventeen or eighteen years old to hang out and have fun. Although this is something Han Daoxun hates deeply, it is not a world style that he can change at this time.
Han Qian's previous desolate and surly behavior also broke his heart.
However, after arriving at Wanhonglou this time, Han Qian was able to rein in the situation and did not squander the twelve loaves of gold he had just begged from Hanji Bronze Shop. This made Han Daoxun both surprised and gratified. This traitor was not completely satisfied.
In a hopeless situation.
Han Qian saw that his father Han Daoxun's expression and tone had softened, and thinking that the current situation was over, he saluted the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi and said, "My nephew Han Qian has met Mr. Guo..."
"Since you call yourself nephew and there are no outsiders here, just call me Uncle Guo." The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi laughed.
Han Qian saw that this man had fair skin and tender flesh, and his face was much younger than his father Han Daoxun. But if he wanted to call him "uncle", he must be older than his father Han Daoxun. And seeing that there was no beard on his chin, his face was indescribable.
Yin Rou, her heart trembled slightly: A eunuch in the palace?
