"Qingyun, what did you hear in the east courtyard on New Year's Eve that made you call for Mr. Fan?"
Returning to the study, Han Qian picked up a copy of "Du Yang's Miscellaneous Collection" written by the Tang Dynasty scholar Su E and did not rush to open it. He saw Qingyun standing outside the house, obviously restricted by the ban and did not dare to step on it after nightfall.
After entering the study, he asked across the door.
"On the eve of the eve, for some reason, my slave fell asleep just after dark. She went to bed early and woke up after a few thunders from the top of the mountain. She was worried that rain would come in when the window was open. She ran over and heard the young master in the study.
As we were talking, I was afraid that the young master would be kept in the study by Master Fan for too long and would be suffocated to talk nonsense, so I ran to the North Courtyard to call Mr. Fan over, but I didn’t see anything unusual. I didn’t expect that the young master had caught wind and cold. He must have been in his sleep.
What nonsense are you talking about?" Qingyun said through the door.
Han Qian nodded and signaled Qingyun to go rest. He found a few copper coins in the study and wedged them into the gaps between the doors and windows to hold them tight.
The windows of the study and bedroom faced the mountain ridge to the east. The candles in the study were brightly lit. Han Qian walked to the bedroom without candles and stood in front of the window, staring at the mountain ridge opposite to see if there would be any light at night.
Someone poked his head out from there and looked over here.
The air in the mountains is clear, and the full moon hangs like a silver disk in the depths of the dark lead-colored sky above the mountain ridge. The clear moonlight falls down, and the shadows of the trees on the mountain ridge sway. Occasionally, there is a cry of night owls, and
There was no further movement.
Fan Wucheng, or someone else, secretly colluded with Yao Xishui, and asked him to make such a fuss in the North Courtyard today. Maybe the results will come out in the next two days.
Of course, Han Qian now wants to know what kind of conspiracy he is involved in, or what kind of secrets Yao Xishui and Wan Honglou are hiding behind the scenes.
War broke out frequently in the world, and the Central Plains region had ten houses and nine empty houses. Bandits invaded and plundered the place, and there was a lack of food and grass. They even used salted corpses to serve as military rations. It was a terrible tragedy. However, the city of Jinling had been singing and dancing for decades, without experiencing the ravages of war.
It still has a luxurious atmosphere.
There are hundreds of brothels, large and small, in Jinling City. Han Qian heard about the reputation of Wanhonglou in Xuanzhou, so that he became the owner of Wanhonglou only three or four months after his father took him to Jinling.
Frequent customer.
However, before, Han Qian was full of thoughts about the charming and beautiful women in Wanhong Mansion, but when he thought about it carefully now, he realized that Wanhong Mansion contained many mysteries compared with ordinary prostitute villages.
Even Feng Yi and others, who were very familiar with the secrets of the palace confinement, could not figure out the details of Wanhong Mansion. They did not know who the mysterious person was behind the control of Wanhong Mansion.
This in itself is enough to show that Wanhonglou is anything but simple.
Han Qian was not sleepy and had no intention of reading the books in the study outside. He stood in front of the window, looking at his memory, opening up his boxing posture, trying to practice the sixty-four movements of Shi Gong Fist again, and thinking about his dream the night before.
The fragments of memory that remain.
The Sixty-Four Shi Gong Quan was still practiced by Han Qian, an experienced Taoist professor who traveled around Chuzhou when his father, Han Daoxun, was serving in the army in Chuzhou.
Han Qian practiced this boxing style from the age of six to twelve years old. Although he was idle for six years, he still remembered every move and move at this time. However, the boxing posture at this time was very jerky, and he could barely land a punch.
Already sweating profusely.
Han Qian wiped off the sweat on his body with a sweat towel, and continued to stand in front of the window. When he looked at the mountain ridge on the opposite side through the gap in the window, he felt a little hungry after just one punch. He secretly felt that even though he had been idle for so many years, he still had no energy.
Forgetting the essence of the Sixty-Four Movements of Shi Gong Quan can be said to be the greatest blessing among misfortunes.
Han Qian wrapped a thin quilt in the bedroom into a human shape and placed it on a chair outside. Standing in the mountain forest to the east, it looked like he was sitting in front of the desk all night long studying, and then he put the copper towel on his face to wash his face.
He placed the basin in front of the bedroom window and lay down with his clothes on to rest.
Hearing Qingyun knocking on the door and calling out, Han Qian opened his eyes and woke up. It was already bright and the night was quiet without any abnormality.
Han Qian got up, restored the decoration of the study and bedroom to their original state, opened the door and saw the maid Qingyun outside with a surprised look on her face. She probably didn't expect that he would close the door so tightly when sleeping at night.
After washing up, he saw that breakfast was prepared as usual in the West Cross Courtyard. Han Qian ignored it and walked to the North Courtyard.
The soldiers and servants had already eaten breakfast, and there were not many people in the kitchen. He saw that there were a few dark things that could barely be called steamed buns left in the steamer, so he took them out and sat down with a plate of pickles.
I went to the window of the dining room in the north courtyard, tore it into small pieces and stuffed them into my mouth.
It was dry, hard, and astringent in the throat, but Han Qian was hungry at this time, so he didn't find it too difficult to swallow.
"Kill someone, kill someone..."
After a while, Qingyun was seen running into the kitchen with a pale expression and shouting.
"..." Han Qian's expression perked up and he asked, "What's going on? You're so surprised?"
"I don't know either. Just now Zhao Kuo came back covered in blood and said that Fan Wucheng had been killed in Zhuangzi to the west, and two family soldiers were shot. At this moment, Mr. Fan is running over with his people..." Qingyun
said.
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After hearing what Qingyun said, Han Qian learned that Fan Wucheng had gone to the west bank of the stream early in the morning to drive Zhao Laoguo, Zhao Wuji and his family out of the villa. However, he was shot dead by Zhao Wuji after entering the house; Zhao Kuo and two other family soldiers were in the martial arts training ground.
Hearing Fan Wucheng's cry, he rushed across the stream, but before he could get close, the two soldiers were shot and wounded. However, Zhao Kuo was unharmed and ran back to report the news.
Fan Wuguo really had a problem. Han Qian cheered up, threw down his bowls and chopsticks, crossed the stream, and chased him to the village on the west bank where tenant farmers lived together.
From a distance, he saw Fan Xicheng and his people gathered around a thatched house. Fan Dahei and two others were grabbing the young Zhao Wuji's hands and pressing his feet, dragging him out of the thatched house, and then holding him down on the ground helplessly.
struggle.
Others rushed over to help tie up Zhao Wuji with hemp ropes and then kicked him to death.
It is unimaginable that a fifteen or sixteen year old boy has such great strength.
Two domestic soldiers were hit by an arrow in the thigh each. They fell down on the field and yelled: "Kill this dog! You son of a bitch, it hurts me to death!"
Han Qian smiled inwardly when he saw the angry expressions of the two soldiers. If Zhao Wuji hadn't been young and ruthless enough, the two soldiers might not have been shot in the thigh.
Han Qian saw that the arrow wounds of the two soldiers were all in the same position on the thighs, and he knew that Zhao Wuji had no intention of going on a killing spree after killing Fan Wucheng. However, he was a little surprised that Zhao Kuo could survive Zhao Wuji's arrows unharmed.
Except for Zhao Kuo's strength, he was slower in other aspects.
I didn't see Fan Wucheng's figure, so I didn't know if he was completely dead. I saw the hunter Zhao Laoguan chasing him out of the room. He had many big footprints on his body. It was obvious that he had been beaten many times in the room.
Seeing that Zhao Wuji was severely kicked and beaten, and saw that there was more air coming out and less air coming in, he threw himself on his son and kowtowed to Fan Xicheng: "Master Fan, please spare Wuji's life. Little Master Fan will take the prey away from us.
They also drove us out of the farm. Wuji was young and ignorant, so he shot little Master Fan with an arrow! Master Fan, you chopped off his archery hand, but spare Wuji’s life! Mr. Zhao
I will work for you, Mr. Fan, for eight lifetimes in my life!"
"Are you allowed to speak like an old dog like you?" Fan Dahei raised his foot and kicked Old Man Zhao more than ten feet away.
Mr. Zhao immediately folded his waist like dry grass blown by the wind and gasped in pain.
Although Zhao Laoguan was in good health, when Zhao Wuji committed a murder case, he wanted to hold on and get beaten a few times so that Fan Dahei and other family soldiers of the villa could vent their anger, not to mention fighting back, and he did not even dodge the vital points.
, Fan Dahei kicked him so hard in the heart that he almost lost his breath.
What is the difference between the family soldiers on the east bank of the stream and the tenant farmers on the west bank of the stream? Except for Zhao Kuo, who is relatively skinny, the other family soldiers are all tall and powerful. They have no swords and bows and are filled with murderous intent.
.
These people are all old soldiers brought back by Han Daoxun from the Guangling Army. They are all used to seeing blood in battles. It is not surprising that they have such momentum. However, Zhao Kuo seems to be submissive. He is often ridiculed by others among the soldiers, so he may still follow him.
related to the character.
The tenant farmers on the west bank of the stream have two surprising characteristics.
One is thinness.
Regardless of whether they were men, women, old or young, they were all thin, thin and weak. They were even skinnier than Han Qian at this time, and their faces were sallow, and they all looked like they were exhausted.
There were so many tenants in the villa, and Han Qian had carefully looked at Mr. Zhao, Zhao Wuji and his son before. Perhaps because the two father and son often poached to supplement their food, they were still in good health.
Another characteristic of these tenants is that they looked at Old Guan Zhao, and Zhao Wuji and his son being beaten to death by the family soldiers. They were so timid that they did not dare to move forward, let alone trying to dissuade the family soldiers from catching Old Guan Zhao. Zhao Wuji and his son were beaten to death by the family soldiers.
Already.
If the dream hadn't been integrated into Han Qian's memory as if it were deeply rooted in his bones, Han Qian would never have been so meticulous, but looking at it now, there was a shocking feeling.
"stop!"
Han Qian didn't have the time to think about why he felt like this. He walked into the crowd with a dark face and stood between Fan Dahei and Mr. Zhao to stop him from beating Mr. Zhao again. But looking at Fan Dahei and the others, they were so angry.
Thinking that Fan Wucheng must be dead, he asked calmly,
"what happened?"
"Wucheng came over to confiscate their prey and drive them away from the farm. This little brat actually shot Wucheng with the black cloud bow given by the young master!" Fan Dahei's eyes turned red at this time and asked Han Qian to block him.
, failed to chase Old Man Zhao, but raised his foot and stepped hard on Zhao Wuji's thin back, almost breaking Zhao Wuji's thin and thin back.
"Wuji, Wuji!" Two figures rushed out of the house like crazy.
The middle-aged woman was wearing rags, her clothes were torn to pieces, her hair was disheveled, and there were several blood-red finger prints on her face. She hugged Fan Dahei's thigh, wailed and kowtowed to Fan Xicheng desperately, knowing that Zhao Wuji was really going to do it today.
He was beaten to death with no explanation.
The thin girl, with disheveled hair, howled and threw herself on Zhao Wuji, hugging her brother tightly and refusing to let go, for fear that Fan Dahei and the others would be cruel again and kill Zhao Wuji on the spot.
Seeing Fan Dahei reaching out to pull the girl's hair, Han Qian grabbed his arm and shouted: "Stop! Fan Dahei, stop it!"
Fan Dahei took Han Qian's identity into consideration and did not dare to throw him away. He stepped aside with red eyes.
Fan Dahei and Fan Wucheng were both adopted sons of Fan Xicheng. Fan Wucheng was killed, Fan Dahei was stopped by drinking, and other family soldiers also retreated to the side angrily.
"The rabbit bites people when it is anxious. Fan Wucheng breaks into the house to seize the prey and drives the people out of the farm. Who gave him the courage? Who told him to break into the house and commit robberies?" Han Qian blocked the Zhao family, his father and others.
Behind him, he turned around and stared at the soldier at the villa, and asked sternly what he had planned for a long time.
"Seventh Young Master! Wu Cheng is also loyal to the young master!" Fan Xicheng did not expect that Han Qian would put all the responsibility on Fan Wucheng at this time, completely protecting a tenant who was insignificant to the Han family. He could no longer suppress his heart.
Out of anger, he shouted at the top of his lungs.
At this time, Han Qian saw Fan Wucheng lying in a pool of blood in the room, with an arrow piercing his chest. The black iron arrow penetrated the leather armor and was exposed. Han Qian secretly felt that Zhao Wuji was shooting an arrow in the room.
, to shoot through the leather armor at such a close distance, and the arrow pierced the chest, the arm strength and reaction speed were really amazing, and I was worthy of sending the black cloud bow yesterday, and I was not disappointed.
Han Qian turned around, stared at Fan Xicheng with stern eyes, and smiled coldly.
Han Qian couldn't figure out how Fan Wucheng colluded with Yao Xishui and Wan Honglou, but he must have heard him deliberately talk about recruiting the Zhao family and his son last night. Fan Wucheng fell into the trap and was eager to drive the family out of the farm.
He couldn't explain the twists and turns behind this to Fan Xicheng, Fan Dahei and the others, and he still had resentment towards the soldiers who would betray him in the future. At this moment, he had to go toe-to-toe with Fan Xicheng to save Zhao Wuji.
"I made it clear yesterday that tenants can turn over half of what they hunt in the back mountains to the villa. I said this clearly in front of Zhao Kuo, and I also said it clearly in front of you, Fan Xicheng, and many of the soldiers.
. Let me ask you again here, Fan Xicheng, whether this villa belongs to your Fan Xicheng family or to my Han family, don’t my words count for anything?"
Han Qian stared at Fan Xicheng without giving an inch and asked sternly,
"Now I would like to ask you, Fan Xicheng, whether it was your instruction that Fan Wucheng broke into the house armed with weapons, snatched prey, and drove away the tenants. Are you determined to turn my Han family's Qiuhushan Villa into your Fan family's?
"
"You..." Fan Xicheng was so angry that he was shaking all over. He didn't expect that Han Qian would become so sharp-tongued and put such a big blame directly on his head, leaving him unable to defend himself.
"Zhao Kuo, let me ask you, are you the soldiers of my Han family or the soldiers of Fan Xicheng?" Han Qian stared at Zhao Kuo and other family soldiers and asked sternly.
Zhao Kuo and others hesitated and looked at each other.
These soldiers looked down on Han Qian, the young master, from the bottom of their hearts, but after the commotion in the dining hall last night, Fan Wucheng came to the door early in the morning with a knife and wanted to drive Mr. Zhao and his family out of the farm.
After thinking about it carefully, what the young master Han Qian said does not seem to be unreasonable!
They finally found a place to settle down in the Han family, and all the children were slaves of the Han family. Although they admired Fan Xicheng, Han Daoxun was the head of the family and treated them with more kindness. They did not want to be involved in this kind of collusion.
In the midst of the right and wrong of rising up to usurp land.
"Fan Wucheng broke into the door with a weapon and was killed. This matter needs to be reported to the officials. Our Han family cannot use lynching to kill people!"
Han Qian continued to speak righteously,
"Zhao Kuo, please lead people to guard this place. Don't let Zhao Wuji escape, but you must not lynch or beat me, which will harm my father's reputation. Otherwise, don't blame me, the Han family, for being selfless and kidnapping you to the government office for punishment!"
At this point, Han Qian raised his hands to the tenants who were watching and said, "Whoever has quick legs and feet can ask Li Zheng to come over and deliver justice."
Han Daoxun purchased the farm here less than a year ago. The soldiers and children in the family are all slaves of the Han family. They all moved with Han Daoxun from other places. The tenants are all local landless farmers. There will be some conflicts of interest.
Fan Xicheng had previously prohibited tenant farmers from entering the back mountains to cut firewood, fish and hunt wild animals, which caused many conflicts.
However, no matter what, the little finger of the Han family is thicker than an ordinary person's thigh. Fan Xicheng and other family soldiers are highly skilled in martial arts and well-equipped with armor. They are as fierce as wolves and tigers. No matter how strict the tenants are usually controlled, they feel worried.
I don't dare to vent my anger.
But no one expected that the young master who was sent to the villa to study hard would turn out to be such a "reasonable" and "impartial" just person.
