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Chapter 5 Family Soldiers

There are elms and willows growing on the bank of the stream at the martial arts training ground, and there are a few strong horses tied to it.

Han Qian walked straight towards the horses.

Perhaps it was the first time in these days that I saw the young master Han Qian walking to the martial arts training ground with a bow. The soldiers and their children who were exercising their fists and kicks on the field stopped and were surprised to sit on the benches on the side of the field to show off their skills.

Fan Xicheng looked at the sun.

Fan Xicheng didn't know what the young master Han Qian wanted to do, so he looked towards the east courtyard, as if he wanted to call the ugly maid Qingyun over and ask her if the young master had taken the wrong medicine today.

Han Qian didn't know who among these soldiers was secretly colluding with Yao Xishui. At that moment, he could only remind himself to keep calm, calmly walked towards a purple-maned, high-spirited horse, and inserted the black cloud bow into it.

In the bow bag, untie the reins and get on the horse.

Han Qian was able to shoot a two-stone strong bow at the age of twelve. After six years of neglect, he did not feel that he had regretted it at this time. He still had a chance to become an invincible general in the world. However, when drastic changes occurred in the Han family in the future, he could not count on his soldiers.

You will protect him loyally. At this time, you must practice riding and shooting hard so that you can escape alone in the future.

"The young master has just recovered from the cold and is weak. If he falls while riding a horse, I cannot bear the responsibility. Furthermore, I want the young master to be patient and study in the house. This is not the time to go sightseeing.

"

Fan Xicheng followed, stretched out his veined wrist, held the reins, stared at Han Qian with sharp eyes, and motioned for him to dismount.

Fan Xicheng was originally a soldier in the Chuzhou Army. His wife and daughter were separated during the war, and he followed Han Daoxun. At this time, he was ordered by Han Daoxun to stay in the villa and watch over Han Qian's hard reading. It can be said that he is now the owner of Qiuhu Villa.

The first person in charge.

Fan Xicheng used to be "Fan's old dog" and "nail" in Han Qian's eyes, and he had a lot of unpleasantness.

Han Qian became angry when he thought that he would be betrayed by these soldiers in the future. He subconsciously picked up the riding crop and was about to swipe it at Fan Xicheng's face. However, a thought flashed in his mind, would this really solve the problem? The man in the dream, Zhai Xinping, was going to be in the

At this point, what will he do?

Han Qian suppressed the anger in his heart and stared at Fan Xicheng, thinking to himself that no matter whether Fan Xicheng was unreliable in the future, he was still carrying out the "order" of his father Han Daoxun. The night before, it was Fan Xicheng who came with someone to frighten Yao Xishui away.

, it is unlikely that Fan Xicheng is an insider.

But if he really wanted to get angry and make a fuss like before, he would just treat Fan Xicheng as a dead dog, pull him off his horse, and throw him into confinement in the east courtyard, which would not solve the problem he was facing right now.

With this in mind, Han Qian slowed down his tone as much as possible, stared into Fan Xicheng's eyes, and asked:

"I have just recovered from the cold and am very weak. I want to ride this horse for a walk along the villa to regain some strength, but that's not possible."

Fan Xicheng was slightly startled by Young Master Han Qian's words. He wanted to control Young Master Han Qian and prevent him from misbehaving, but Han Qian's words at this time also made it impossible for him to directly pull Han Qian off his horse and imprison him.

Go to the east courtyard.

Fan Xicheng was stunned for a while, and then he shouted to the two young soldiers in the audience: "Wucheng, Dahei, come here and take care of the young master, don't make anything happen!"

After Fan Xicheng separated from his wife and daughter, he did not remarry and adopted two orphans. At this time, they were also Han Daoxun's family soldiers and lived in the villa.

Fan Wuchen was tall and handsome, with a tall and straight figure. Even in the villa, he was wearing leather armor and carrying a long knife at his waist, which made him look even more heroic. When he walked up to Han Qian, his brows revealed a sense of arrogance, and he did not even look at Han Qian.

Han Qian glanced at him, or in other words, he deliberately avoided looking at Han Qian.

Han Qian was tall, but he had been wasted in the past few years, and his body was wasted by drinking and sex. He was six feet tall and weighed only one hundred and ten kilograms. He was as skinny as a bamboo pole and would collapse when the wind blew.

Even though Han Qian was riding on horseback, he felt a little ashamed in front of the heroic Fan Wucheng.

Han Qian looked at Fan Wucheng's expression, and he knew in his heart that if it weren't for his father Han Daoxun and Fan Xicheng, this man would probably never be willing to lead his horse and hold the bridle.

If something unexpected happens in the future, and who will betray him, the first person Han Qian will think of is Fan Wucheng.

Thinking this way, Han Qian was even more disgusted with Fan Wucheng and wanted to whip him with a horse whip now. But then he thought about it. After being taken to Jinling City by his father, he went to Wanhong Mansion to spend money from time to time. Fan Wucheng accompanied him many times to talk about his family.

Who in the army has problems, Fan Wucheng is undoubtedly the one with the best chance of being bribed by Yao Xishui or others in Wanhonglou!

Han Qian's eyes were fixed on Fan Wucheng, but thinking that the man in the dream, Zhai Xinping, would never be so impatient if he was in this situation, he abruptly moved his eyes away from Fan Wucheng's face, secretly feeling that if Fan Wucheng was really inside, he would try to test what he said.

Doesn't it make Fan Wucheng jump over the wall?

Stay calm!

You must stay calm!

Han Qian warned himself over and over again in his heart that there was something wrong with Fan Wucheng, a slave dog, and sooner or later he would show his flaws.

Fan Dahei has dark skin and a stronger body. His muscles are bulging under his coarse clothes, and he contains amazing explosive power. Although Fan Dahei is quite dissatisfied with his young master, he doesn't know how to hide it in his eyes, but there is something in his eyebrows.

There was no trace of the arrogance or contempt that Fan Wucheng showed. He came over to take the reins and said in a loud voice:

"Young Master, don't look at Ah Zi who has lost some weight, but he has a very wild temperament. He bites other horses at every turn and is very strong. You can't just use a whip to ride on it. Young Master, if you are thrown off the horse, you will fall.

Knock, we can't afford it... Otherwise, young master, please change the horse to ride - that milk fish has a very docile temperament."

When Han Qian saw Fan Dahei asking him to ride the more docile-looking maroon horse next to him, Han Qian said to him impatiently:

"You hold the horse for me, and I'll ride Ah Zi around the villa for two trots without getting in the way."

However, Fan Dahei didn't feel there was any shame in leading the horse for the young master Han Qian. He even wanted to see the young master Han Qian fall off the horse for fun, so he led the horse and started trotting along the edge of the field.

Fan Wucheng followed behind silently.

In the six years since he arrived in Xuanzhou, he has always been transported by horse-drawn carriage. Han Qian could not even remember how many times he had ridden a horse, let alone practiced archery.

At this time, Han Qian got on his horse and trotted around the 20 to 30-acre villa for a few times. He was out of breath and his inner thighs were aching. He was screaming in his heart, but the thought of trotting even though he was still on the horse felt hard.

When things change in the future, he can't count on those ruthless domestic soldiers. How is he going to escape?

Han Qian gritted his teeth and gradually stopped feeling how hard it was.

Fan Wucheng made an excuse and left midway; Fan Dahei, on the other hand, held the horse in a calm manner, fearing that the hot-tempered purple-maned horse would go berserk and overturn the young master Han Qian to the ground.

Autumn had just entered, and at noon, it was still a bit hot in the mountains. Han Qian's clothes got wet several times.

The maid Qingyun ran over and was quite surprised to see Han Qian sitting on the horse with his lumbar spine straight:

"Young Master used to scream that his bones would be shattered when he rode a horse for a while. Why are you in such good spirits today?"

Qingyun was originally an orphan adopted by Han Daoxun during the war. She was only fourteen or fifteen years old. She was thin and small, and her facial features were quite delicate if you looked closely. However, there was a dark red tire mark about the size of a palm and a half, covering the bridge of her nose and most of it.

The left cheek looked like a ferocious half-face mask covering the face, which was particularly dazzling.

After Han Qian arrived in Jinling, he didn't even have a beautiful bed-warming maid by his side. He was even more disgusted with the ugly maid Qingyun, and would scold him if he did anything wrong.

Qingyun's temperament is innocent and innocent. Even if he is scolded, he will forget it after a while.

Qingyun came over and took the reins from Fan Dahei's hand to prevent the purple-maned horse from moving. She stretched out her arms to help Han Qian dismount.

Han Qian didn't like Qingyun and thought she was nosy. He was about to use his riding crop to open Qingyun's extended hand, but the moment he raised the riding whip, he forcefully took back the riding whip and jumped off the horse with Qingyun's help.

Seeing Fan Dahei stretching, relieved and waiting to take the horse back to the North Courtyard for a meal, Han Qian said to him: "I asked Fan Wucheng to take this purple-maned horse back to feed him. Don't eat too much at noon. I have to use it in the afternoon."

, you can add a few more kilograms of bean paste at night; you can dine with me in the east courtyard from now on..."

Fan Dahei was slightly startled, a little at a loss as to what to do.

"Qingyun, go find Fan Wucheng and come to the east courtyard and take the purple-maned horse away." Han Qian didn't think much about it. He subconsciously didn't want to give Fan Dahei a chance to ask Fan Xicheng for instructions, so he directly asked Fan Dahei to lead the purple-maned horse.

Follow him back to the east courtyard first; ask Qingyun to find Fan Wucheng to come to the east courtyard and take the horse away.

Fan Dahei didn't have many opportunities, so he had no choice but to go to the east courtyard with Han Qian and tie the purple-maned horse under a peach tree in the west courtyard.


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