After coming out of the Wanhong Mansion, surrounded by Zhao Kuo, Lin Haizheng and others, Han Qian rode back to his house. He was still thinking about what kind of words he could use to make his father make up his mind to leave Jinling and become an official.
When he arrived at the entrance of the alley, Han Qian saw two carriages and a dozen strong horses parked outside the house from a distance. Seeing that the ruts were filled with mud and the horses were eating beans listlessly in the stone trough in front of the house with their heads drooped, he felt in his heart
Strange, why are there so many distant guests coming to my home today?
Han Qian walked into the front yard and heard the voices in the yard that sounded familiar. At this time, two young children burst out from the hanging flower door and almost ran into Han Qian's arms.
"Qiongyu, look at your brother, don't let him fall." At this time, a beautiful young woman wearing a dark blue skirt chased out of the yard and stared at the two children, a boy and a girl, who ran out.
Ran was startled when he saw Han Qian and the others standing in the front yard. He stared at Han Qian blankly for a while, and then asked uncertainly, "Qilang?"
Early last year, when Han Qian went from Xuanzhou to Jinling to reunite with his father, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old at the time, but he had long been addicted to men and women, and spent all night partying and gambling, and his body and bones had long been exhausted.
He is nearly five and a half feet tall and has a slender figure, but only weighs a hundred pounds. He is really skinny.
In the past seven or eight months, apart from staying in the Marquis Mansion or being dragged to the Red Mansion to discuss matters, Han Qian worked hard every day to practice swordsmanship, bow riding, riding and shooting. Even though he was not as handsome as Feng Yi, he was not as handsome as Fan Dahei.
Although he is tall and tall, he can also be said to have a calm demeanor and an extraordinary appearance.
Fan Xicheng and the others had been with Han Qian all day long, and they didn't feel that Han Qian had changed much. However, when his old friend from Xuanzhou suddenly saw Han Qian, he thought he was a different person, but he only vaguely recognized him between his eyebrows.
"When did the eldest sister-in-law and eldest brother arrive in Jinling?" Han Qian looked at the young woman silently for a moment. At this time, he also realized that the voice he heard just now was familiar. It was his eldest cousin Han Jun who was talking to his father in the inner room, and asked in a deep voice.
He had changed greatly, but that did not mean that others had changed. Of course he recognized that the young woman in front of him was Yang, the wife of his uncle Han Daoming's eldest son Han Jun, whose maiden name was Jianiang.
His grandfather Han Wenhuan had three sons and even more grandchildren. However, the Jianghuai war had been chaotic in recent years, and the three sons lived in separate quarters. Han Qian had little contact with his party brothers since he was a child, until he returned to Xuanzhou from Chuzhou seven years ago.
After being fostered in the state, he became familiar with his cousins from his second uncle's lineage.
Four years ago, his uncle Han Daoming was appointed as the military envoy to the Chaozhou garrison. It happened that the Liang Kingdom invaded Shouzhou from the south and brought disaster to Chaozhou. His uncle Han Daoming had a general position and could not leave without permission, so his eldest son Han Jun escorted more than a hundred family members from there.
Chaozhou moved back to Xuanzhou to avoid the war.
It was also at that time that Han Qian became familiar with his two cousins.
At that time, cousin Yang had just given birth to her second son, Han Renhai. She was a plump and beautiful young woman in her early twenties, which left a deep impression on Han Qian. However, his cousin Han Jun had just returned to Xuanzhou a few days ago.
Jing Niang pulled her to bed, leaving an unforgettable memory for Han Qian. It was so profound that when he thought about it, his heart couldn't help but twitch.
Seeing Mr. Yang hugging his two children to his side and staring nervously at the saber on his waist, Han Qian thought to himself that his cousin was probably afraid that he would pull out the knife and cut down Han Jun's family of four in the yard, right?
Han Qian gently pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife. He turned around and saw that in the front courtyard and the south corridor, seventeen or eight soldiers brought by Han Jun from his hometown in Xuanzhou were also staring nervously.
"Lao Qi!" At this time, two figures walked out of the hanging flower hall and shouted to Han Qian.
The leader is Han Jun, the son of his eldest cousin, uncle Han Daoming. He has a short mustache and is slightly shorter than Han Qian, but he also has a majestic appearance. Han Jun returned to Xuanzhou for a year, waiting for the situation in Shouchao to stabilize.
, then returned to Chaozhou, and later followed his father Han Daoming to work in Chizhou.
Han Qian saw that he came to Jinling this time and brought his wife and children with him, so he guessed that he might be transferred to serve in the court this time.
The person behind Han Jun is a little thinner. He is Han Duan, the eldest son of his second uncle Han Daochang. He is the third eldest son of the Han family in his generation. In the past two years, he has been following his father's arrangements. His eldest uncle Han Daoming has been appointed as the governor and is in charge of military and political power.
Chizhou runs a warehouse and also takes care of some things that cannot be handled by outsiders for his uncle Han Daoming and Han Jun.
Seeing that Han Duan was here, Han Qian guessed that he would follow Han Jun's side this time.
"Brother, why are third brothers staring at my hands? Are you afraid that I will suddenly draw my sword and cut you into pieces one by one?" Han Qian asked with a smile.
It was okay if Han Qian didn't smile, but when he smiled through clenched teeth, Han Duan felt a chill in his heart. He had to force himself between him, Yang and the two children, fearing that Han Qian might suddenly show up in his house.
Take action.
When Yang came out, he and Han Qian were already standing close to each other. Even though they were stunned, they didn't say anything about taking a step back to maintain the proper sense of propriety between uncle and sister-in-law.
At this moment, Han Duan forced himself in, almost touching Han Qian's face. Seeing Han Qian's eyes shining with unspeakable sharpness, he subconsciously reached out and pressed the saber at his waist.
"Third brother, what do you mean? Do you want to test whether I have been lazy in practicing martial arts these days?" Han Qian grabbed Han Duan's knife-holding wrist with one hand, raised his elbow and struck him in the throat, as fast as
Thunder and lightning.
Behind Han Duan was Mr. Yang and his two children. In addition, he had helped his father take care of the family business over the years, and he was not as diligent in practicing swords and bows as before. When he hesitated for a moment, Han Qian gave him a hard blow on his fragile throat.
hit.
Although Han Qian did not intend to take Han Duan's life and held back his blow, Han Duan thought that his throat was shattered by Han Qian's elbow. He covered his throat and knelt down with his feet, coughing violently, with tears and runny nose.
They couldn't help but flow out.
"Han Qian! Don't be rude!" Han Daoxun came out from behind Han Duan and Han Jun's nephews. Seeing Han Qian suddenly attack Han Duan, he shouted in a deep voice.
"Father, my third brother and I were joking around. I used to live in my hometown in Xuanzhou, and my third brother and the others always made fun of me like this! Father, if you don't believe it, ask Niu Erdan and the others how bad they are.
Goods." Han Qianhun pointed nonchalantly at the soldiers from the old house who were about to rush over from the south corridor and said with a smile.
At this time, Han Qian helped Han Duan up again and said: "We haven't seen each other for more than a year, and third brother's skills are not as good as before! Or, I made a sneak attack and third brother was unprepared. How about we play again?"
Father, eldest brother, third brother and sister-in-law are coming over. Has the house prepared a banquet? If the banquet is not ready yet, third brother and I will discuss it again."
Han Jun has led troops in these years. Even though his uncle Han Daoming was appointed as the governor of Chizhou, Han Jun also went to Chizhou to camp as a military envoy and fought alone. Han Qian was not sure that he could defeat Han Jun, but Han Duan came to his door today and refused to let them
How could Han Qian bear to pay a little interest for past festivals?
Han Duan was hit in the vital part with a sneaky elbow from Han Qian. He was so angry that he was so embarrassed. He was furious. Regardless of Han Jun's wink, he stretched out his hand to put Han Qian's shoulder with a smile:
"It's been a while since I last saw you. Lao Qi is much more skilled than before. Let Third Brother come and measure you!"
Before Han Duan finished speaking, he couldn't move much in front of his third uncle Han Daoxun, but he raised his elbow and struck Han Qian in the chest like a thunderbolt.
Han Qian raised his elbow and collided directly.
The elbow can be said to be the hardest part of the human body. The elbows of the two men collided with each other, making a muffled sound. It was almost suspected that both of their elbow bones were broken at this moment.
Han Duan gasped in pain.
Han Qian may not have felt any better than him, but without any hesitation because of the pain, his big fist hit his shoulder like a heavy hammer.
Although Han Qian is not as strong as Fan Dahei and others, he has been practicing diligently for more than half a year, and a punch with all his strength can have a force of more than 300 kilograms, which should not be underestimated.
Han Duan still looked down upon Han Qian, so he took a step back before he could avoid it, and his right arm hung limply. He never expected to be dislocated by Han Qian's punch.
Han Qian stepped forward to reattach Han Duan's dislocated arm, but saw Han Duan shrinking back with hatred. He laughed, shook his head at Han Jun and sighed: "Boss, you see that the third brother is really not as good as before. He has never been like before."
He was the one who beat me so hard that I had teeth all over the floor, when did you get bullied like this by me?"
Han Qian smiled at Yang Jia again and asked: "Sister-in-law, do you think the third brother is worse than before?" While Yang Jia was in a daze, he snatched her youngest son Han Renhai from her arms, held her in her arms, and followed her with a smile.
Han Jun said, "I haven't seen this little brat for two years. Now I see Uncle Qi and he doesn't know how to call for a spanking. Let's go and have a drink in the back room. It's been a while since we last seen each other. I miss him so much."
So tight!”
Han Duan had never suffered such a big loss in his life. Han Jun walked over and fixed his dislocated arm. He wanted to leave with his family soldiers with hatred, but he didn't expect that Han Qian had already carried his youngest son and walked towards the courtyard inside.
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Afraid that Han Qian would hurt Renhai, Han Jun, Han Duan, whose face was pale with pain after connecting his arm, and Yang Jiashi, whose hands and feet were trembling with fear, led their daughter inside.
Naturally, Han Daoxun could see that something was very wrong, but in the past few months, Han Qian had been deeply plotting, and his impression of being carefree had long been changed. At this time, his face was only slightly gloomy, and it did not interfere with Han Qian's "revenge".
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The hall in the main house of the Han family is not very big. There is no place to sit on the floor and eat separately. The food and wine are placed on a square table. Han Qian holds Han Renhai with one hand and asks him to stand in front of him. With the other hand, he invites Han Jun and Han Duan.
He sat down with his father Han Daoxun.
Men and women were seated separately, not to mention the elder Han Daoxun was present.
According to the etiquette, Yang Jia was given a separate seat in the side room and the child was given a separate seat in the side room. But at this time, seeing her youngest son crying in Han Qian's hand, how could Yang Jia dare to leave the dining room?
She just left her daughter Qiongyu in the care of a servant, while she personally held a pot and poured wine for everyone.
"Don't neglect the people coming from the old house," Han Qian said to Fan Xicheng in a deep voice, "Didn't there be a new batch of beans in the house? Give them each a basin, and you must entertain the people of the old house well on my behalf.
, they want to have one left, be careful I will serve you with my family’s methods!”
Fan Xicheng and Zhao Kuo did not expect that the young master Han Qian would use horse feed to entertain the people who came with Han Jun, and they were a little at a loss: Is this going to completely break up?
"Third uncle," no matter how worried Han Jun was about his son being held in Han Qian's hands, he could no longer swallow his anger at this time. He stared at Han Daoxun and asked with hatred, "third uncle really wants to see Qilang humiliate someone who is loyal to our Han family.
Old servant?"
"Is this considered humiliating?" Han Qian touched Han Renhai's thin and tender face, faced Han Jun's sharp eyes and said with a smile, "Well, I won't humiliate them, just follow the family law! I
Today, I will pick out the dog slaves who bullied me in the past and cut off one hand and one leg of each person. This should be a reasonable request, right?"
"You should recognize Niu Erdan, Lao Lu, Zhou Fugui, and Ma Jian, the four people who used to serve my eldest brother, Mr. Fan," Han Qian said to Fan Xicheng, "Bring Dahei, Haizheng and the others forward.
In the courtyard, pick out the four of them and cut off one hand and one foot. That's enough! Wuji, you guard the courtyard. Anyone who dares to use a sword in my house will kill the reporting officer and no one will care!"
