Towards evening, the ugly maid Qingyun opened the door and came in. She saw the young master Han Qian still sitting in front of the window staring at the palm-sized jade on the desk. He had been like this for a long time, right?
She also didn't know what kind of nerves the young master had when he was just recovering from the cold. Yesterday morning he suddenly smashed the jade bowl that was used as a decoration in the study, picked up a palm-sized jade fragment, and fiddled with it on the whetstone day and night.
Qingyun didn't dare to shout loudly at this moment. She glanced at the desk in front of the window and saw the jade fragment placed on the rice paper on the desk, but the sharp edges had been polished off by the young master Han Qian. Day and night
Grind it into a round jade piece.
Han Qian turned his head and glanced at Qingyun. He really was not in the mood to scold the ugly maid Qingyun for running in to disturb him again. He waved his hand and told her to go out and not stay in the study to be an eyesore.
According to the experience of the person in the dream, Zhai Xinping, Han Qian smashed his father's favorite jade bowl in the study room yesterday - it should be called a crystal bowl in the parlance of the dream. He picked up the palm-sized fragments at the bottom of the bowl.
It took a day and a night to grind out a convex lens.
The bottom of the water jade bowl was originally thick in the middle and thin at the edges. It already looked like a convex lens. The water jade was as clear and crystal clear as water. Han Qian used great patience and spent more than a day and night to break down the water jade bowl.
The sharp corners of the bottom are polished off, and the previously rough curved surface is polished into a finer shape.
This afternoon, he successfully focused a beam of sunlight into a spot the size of an ant and shone it on the rice paper.
Han Qian watched helplessly as the rice paper where the light spot fell gradually turned brown, and finally a small cluster of flames burst out, burning through the rice paper as thick as kudzu!
Han Qian didn't know if anyone in the world knew that jade mirrors could ignite fire, but he had absolutely no idea about it before his dream the night before.
The dream I had the night before was not absurd!
Han Qian was like a dead tree in the afternoon, sitting in front of his desk without saying a word or moving. He repeatedly recalled the seemingly absurd and vain dream of the night before, hoping to find out more about the Kingdom of Chu, especially God Bless the Twelve
A fragment of history years later.
However, although the person in the dream, Zhai Xinping, is good at reading history books, the Central Plains has been too chaotic since the separation of vassal towns in the late previous dynasty, and the person in the dream, Zhai Xinping, has a very vague and fragmented understanding of that period of history.
From afternoon to twilight, Han Qian only knew that later history books commented on Emperor Tianyou's poor governance in his later years. He died of a serious illness in the seventeenth year of Tianyou, that is, AD 917, and was later replaced by the cruel and cruel Prince Yang.
Yuan Wo succeeded to the throne.
Yang Yuanwo was addicted to elixirs when he was the prince, and died of erysipelas less than a year after taking the throne. Later, the Empress Dowager Xu and the ministers appointed their eleven-year-old grandson Yang Ye to succeed the throne, and Empress Xu listened to the government behind the curtain.
, took charge of the power of Chu State.
In order to eliminate dissidents, Empress Xu first poisoned Emperor Wu's third son, Yang Yuanpu, who had just grown up at that time, and then sent envoys to seize the military power of Emperor Wu's second son, King Xin Yang Yuanyan.
Unwilling to be captured, King Xin Yang Yuanyan led his troops across the river and besieged Jinling for a hundred days, forcing millions of soldiers and civilians trapped in the city to starve to death. Jinling, a prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River, almost became a dead city.
King Xin was unable to attack Jinling for a long time and was forced to rescue the siege. He then looted the Jianghuai states. The war completely destroyed the prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River, which had been recovering for twenty to thirty years, and left nine houses empty.
At that time, the Liang and Jin kingdoms that dominated the Central Plains also experienced frequent wars and attacked each other. The wars lasted for decades, and were later invaded by the alien Mongol people who emerged from the northern grasslands...
Except for a few words such as "Going to the ancestral home of Xuanzhou to raise troops, the soldiers were escorting Yousi on the way, and the car crashed in the city." Han Qian did not find any more about himself from the 12th to the 17th year of Tianyou from these memory fragments.
Records during the year.
In the history books of later generations, he was just an insignificant role. It was because of his father Han Daoxun that he left such an inadvertent mark.
Han Qian lived heartlessly for eighteen years. He would not care about the life and death of others, nor would he care about the chaos of his family and the country after his death. However, he sat in front of the window and sorted out the people in his dreams over and over again.
Zhai Xinping's memory of this period of history, but he could clearly feel that these fragments of memory contained a heart-wrenching pain that went deep into his bones.
This should be the actual feeling of the person in the dream, Zhai Xinping, when he was reading history.
Perhaps the feeling of being immersed in a dream was too real, as if he had lived a real life in the dream world. Unconsciously, Han Qian's state of mind was inevitably affected by this heart-wrenching pain, and he sat in front of the window.
, I couldn’t help myself for a moment...
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
God Bless, seventeen years ago, I still didn’t understand why I died so miserably, but I felt sad for leaving the troubled world. How forgiving!
Han Qian held his face with his hands and rubbed it hard to get rid of the frustration and sadness. He thought that if he returned to Xuanzhou and never left again, would he have changed his mind and was captured by the soldiers on the way to Xuanzhou?
The fate of "being punished for being punished"?
Thinking of this, Han Qian almost jumped up, packed his bags and ran away.
However, he put his hands on the desk and before he could stand up, a thought flashed through his mind, thinking that even if Fan Xicheng and other family soldiers did not stop him, the little bitch Yao Xishui and his concubine could not poison him the night before and were hidden by him.
, how could you just let him go?
Han Qian sat there with cold hands and feet, like a trapped animal in a cage. All he saw were butcher knives that were about to pierce into his body and devour his flesh and blood.
Yao Xishui, this little bitch, is obviously the courtesan of Wanhong Mansion. Many men have dreamed of stripping her naked and throwing her on the brocade bed to love and ravage her. Why has he bothered them so much that they have gone to great lengths to poison him?
?
No matter how big-hearted Han Qian is, he knows that this matter is not that simple. It is impossible for him to escape from danger just because he fled back to Xuanzhou!
Han Qian was thinking hard and couldn't help but think dejectedly, either let it go, as long as his father Han Daoxun didn't write some bullshit memorial to persuade Emperor Tianyou, as long as his father Han Daoxun didn't kill Wenying with Emperor Tianyou's staff.
In front of the palace, he may still live happily for two or three years. Even if the final outcome is difficult to change, the worst he can do is prepare a glass of dove wine for himself and drink the dead ball first, so that he does not have to suffer the punishment of breaking the car.
Han Qian's bastard strength was getting stronger. He had just recovered from the poison, and after sitting for another day and night, he was really exhausted. He ran to the back room and pulled away the thin quilt, lay down and fell asleep.
Fan Xicheng, Zhao Kuo and other soldiers of the Han family smiled more ferociously than the executioners. They tied up the ropes that were stained black with blood with a ferocious smile...
The sound of the horses' hooves galloping towards both sides of the street is like an urgent vibrato, making the heart and soul tremble...
The rope was getting tighter and tighter, and the body was like a bowstring being pulled bigger and bigger. At a certain moment, it suddenly broke, and the feces and urine splashed in all directions...
The long street is surrounded by countless excited eyes, not avoiding the splashes of blood, feces and urine...
Han Qian suddenly woke up. The window outside the window was already slightly white. Thinking of the terrifying scene in his dream, his heart twitched slightly. He stared at the black cloud bow hanging on the east wall in trance.
The Black Cloud Bow is far from exquisite. The bow is engraved with ancient and clumsy cloud patterns, giving it an indescribable rough beauty. The place where the bow is held is engraved with the word "Black Cloud".
This black cloud bow was obtained by his father, Han Daoxun, from suppressing bandits when he was serving in the Chuzhou Defense Envoy and joined the army. He then brought it back to Xuanzhou to practice archery.
Han Qian still remembers that when he first got the Black Cloud Bow, he was not yet twelve years old. At that time, he could already draw the two-stone strong bow to full, but then he fell into disuse. Six or seven years later, his body has grown a head taller than at that time.
But with all his strength, he could only pull the black cloud bow halfway.
Han Qian couldn't help but think, if he hadn't been idle in Xuanzhou for the past few years, and could still insist on practicing riding, shooting, boxing and kicking every day, no matter what happened now, if he escaped far away with the black cloud bow, he wouldn't be afraid of the little bitch Yao Xishui coming after him!
Why has Xuanzhou become so deserted in the past few years?
Faced with the terrible fate that was about to befall him, the heartless Han Qian reflected for the first time on his absurdity over the years!
At this time, Han Qian still remembered how he lived with his father Han Daoxun in Chuzhou before he was twelve years old. At that time, his father was the defense envoy of Chuzhou, under the command of Yang Yuanyan, the second prince of King Xin, and he was just an ordinary state soldier joining the army.
He is only served by his old family member Han Laoshan and his family soldier Fan Xicheng.
However, his mother died of an epidemic and Chuzhou was often invaded by Liang soldiers. His father Han Daoxun had to send him back to his ancestral home in Xuanzhou and entrusted him to his second uncle Han Daochang to take care of him.
As soon as he arrived in Xuanzhou, his second uncle Han Daochang gave him his servant Jing Niang to take care of his daily life.
Jing Niang was plump and beautiful. Han Qian still remembered Jing Niang's radiant look when he first saw her. He almost didn't have the courage to look up at Jing Niang's beautiful eyes with strange brilliance, so that night he was filled with thoughts
Those beautiful eyes turned around and couldn't sleep.
In the early morning, that delicate body that looked like soft and warm jade was hugged from behind.
Even though six years had passed, he still remembered that moment. His heart was so nervous that it almost stopped beating, and his hands and feet were so scared that he didn't dare to move. It was the first time he passively tasted the ultimate pleasure...
From then on, Han Qian was obsessed with that plump and crazy body and could not extricate himself.
Three years later, Han Qian accidentally saw Jing Niang coming out of his cousin Han Jun's room, her clothes scattered but her face full of charm.
Even though three years had passed, he still remembered the pain of his heart and lungs being torn apart. He grabbed the knife to kill his cousin Han Jun, but was kicked to the ground by his cousin Han Jun.
After that, Jing Niang went to his cousin Han Jun's room to wait on him.
Although there were two beautiful maids in Han Qian's room, there was no other woman that Han Qian could completely indulge in.
After that, under the guidance of his family slave Zhao Zhi, Han Qian began to hang out in various prostitutes and brothels in Xuanzhou City until his father Han Daoxun was transferred to the central government at the beginning of this year and brought him to Jinling for a reunion.
Han Qian was suddenly shocked at this moment. At this moment, he realized that in the six years since he returned to Xuanzhou, he had never gotten up early to practice riding, shooting, boxing, and kicking every morning; even if he followed the rules of the clan before noon every day, he would
I need to go to the school hall to listen to the lessons taught by the teachers in the clan, but I don't seem to be drowsy every day...
