Inside the house, a giant candle is lit. A middle-aged man in a lilac gold thread embroidered dark pattern dress stood with his back to the door, and a person with a silver thread dark embroidered brocade dress also seemed to feel like a young person kneeling on the ground, and it could be seen that he was trembling and nervous.

After entering the house, Han Jiang saw clearly that there were still two people in the house.

One was wearing a long robe, the same as the one who greeted him at the door just now, it was indeed pink, and he looked no more than eighteen years old, and he should be a scholar, who was grinding ink on the long case.

The other sat behind the bookcase, dressed more luxuriously than anyone present.

Han Jiang entered, and when the middle-aged man turned around, he glanced at the person who polished the ink, which should be the person who polished the ink.

The bookkeeper's hand shook and fell to the ground.

The person sitting on the chair sighed obviously, and the middle-aged man who was standing glanced at the one kneeling on the ground: "You let me down, your long followers can't even grind ink well." ”

The one who knelt on the ground didn't even dare to raise his head, and roared in a low voice: "Drag it out and hit ten boards." ”

Han Jiang understood, the one who grinds ink is not called a scholar, but a long follower.

It's just that what kind of identity is Changsui?

Han Jiang still didn't know.

It's none of your business, though. Whether it's whether this middle-aged man is angry, or the family's family law is like this, it's better to treat it as if you didn't see it.

At this time, the middle-aged man's gaze fell on Han Jiang's face.

Han Jiang immediately took three steps forward, first bowed ninety degrees, and then kowtowed heavily: "Han Jiang has thanked him for saving his life, and he will never forget this kindness." ”

The middle-aged man took half a step back: "I can't stand this gift, I won't save you." ”

Han Jiang faced the person sitting on the chair and was about to give a new salute, but the man said, "I accepted the salute just now." Ben Gong asked you, your name is Han Jiang? ”

"Yes."

"That Han, that Jiang?"

Han Jiang replied: "Han Feizi's Han and Huainanzi's Zhongjiang tree are in their Nanzhong's Jiang. After saying this, Han Jiang regretted it a little, he should have said directly, Jiang, Da Chi. I don't know what dynasty this is, whether it is my own time and space, whether there is Huainanzi.

It's already been said, and it's too late to regret it.

The one who was sitting nodded, stood up in front of the long case, and prepared to write down the words Han and Jiang, the pen was dipped in ink, but it was colorless.

The middle-aged man who was standing there glanced inside the house, and his eldest retinue had just arrived outside the door, supervising the servant's application of the family method to his son.

Right now, the most suitable person to polish ink is his son.

When the middle-aged man's eyes swept to his son, Han Jiang stepped forward and picked up the ink strip on it.

"The younger generation is willing to sharpen ink for Engong."

"Okay." The noble man placed the pen on the pen holder and stood aside with his hands down.

Han Jiang had spent a lot of money on the Chinese studies class before he crossed over, and he knew how to polish ink.

Han Jiang first used a small spoon to add water to the inkstone, the ink should be vertical, not forceful, light or slow, not grinding, and slowly drawing circles. It is best to use the left hand, Han Jiang's movements are very light and slow.

This kind of grinding ink is very slow, but the noble man is not in a hurry, but still has a very appreciative expression.

There are not many young people who can calm down and polish their ink.

His nephew was even worse, and he didn't want to think about his nephew and grandson kneeling there.

After ten minutes, the ink was polished, and Han Jiang wiped the ink strips clean and took them back into the special box, and retreated to the side with his hands down.

After the nobleman wrote the words Han and Jiang on the paper, he wrote three more words: Han Yanxuan.

Han Yanxuan, the name of this nobleman, claimed to be the duke because he was indeed a duke, Han Yanxuan glanced at Han Jiang, and Han Jiang stood very straight.

Confidently reading countless people, the most Han Yanxuan saw was a hunched back with his chest and his body slightly bent forward. Because people need to be humble, they need to learn to be respectful.

The legs stand side by side, slightly apart, and the people who stand tall are mostly powerful people.

Han Jiang's standing posture is very interesting, it seems to be standing on both legs, but he is only supported by one leg, and the other leg is standing weakly, as if he can step away at any time? Han Yan said in his heart that this kid was very wary.

It's kind of interesting.

Thinking of this, Han Yanxuan said: "My father's surname is Han, since Xiaolang is also surnamed Han, can my father be called his son and nephew." ”

Han Jiang was obviously stunned for a moment.

He never expected that he was rescued by someone after crossing over, and they were all surnamed Han, is this fate? Or maybe it's a coincidence.

However, since the other party is very kind, he can't be thousands of miles away from people.

Han Jiang stepped back and saluted: "This is the luck of the younger generation." ”

Han Yanxuan said again: "This is the nephew of my father, then this is my nephew." ”

Han Jiang gave a salute, but he didn't know how to call it, but he was a little embarrassed, because he really didn't know what to call at this time.

But the middle-aged man smiled happily: "Old man Han Tongqing, my son Han Qian." ”

Han Yanxuan asked at this time: "Brother Jiang'er, where are you from?" Look at your behavior, you have read books, but you don't know etiquette, no one has taught you? ”

"The younger generation is ashamed, I have read some miscellaneous books, and the younger generation is rude."

But from that lesson.

This question stopped Han Jiang, he knew that he was from that class, but this was before the time travel, and he couldn't figure out what era the current time and space was, but not to say, is it appropriate?

Han Yanxuan didn't urge, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of water slowly.

Han Jiang gritted his teeth, and the facial expression of this action fell on Han Yanxuan's eyes, and Han Yanxuan could see clearly that this young man seemed to have made a lot of determination.

Han Jiang said: "Both parents died, there are no relatives and no reason, and there is no name for living here. ”

The descendants of the Han family do not have a hall name.

Han Yan said in his heart that Han Jiang had obviously read books, and he was a very smart person, he didn't know or didn't understand, or he didn't want to say it.

Just stunned for a moment, Han Yanxuan smiled slightly: "It's getting late, Brother Jiang'er go and rest." ”

Han Jiang stood up and gave a salute.

Han Yanxuan ordered at this time: "Come on, take Brother Jiang to rest, and arrange ......" Han Yanxuan hesitated, glanced sideways at Han Jiang and asked: "Brother Jiang'er, the old man asks you." In his early years, he adopted two orphan girls, one of whom practiced piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the other practiced martial arts, both of whom were used as assassins, one was good at poison and the other was good at using needles. I plan to arrange for someone to serve by your side, you choose literature, or martial arts. ”

Han Jiangxin said, which one is more uncomfortable to be poisoned or stabbed to death?

Since the other party made it clear, he shouldn't have planned to take his own life, or to tempt, or to send someone to monitor him. In that case, there should be nothing wrong with choosing just one.

Han Jiang replied: "The younger generation chooses martial arts. ”

"Why choose martial arts?"

Han Jiang: "My origin is unknown, Han Gong is a big family here, whether it is literature or martial arts, there is actually no difference." It's easier for someone to spy on me. ”

Han Yanxuan was very surprised by Han Jiang's answer, in his eyes, Han Jiang was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, but he was so calm and sophisticated, obviously not an ordinary person.