The Empress Dowager Cilie thought about it very seriously.

Han Jiang is the only and most suitable person, and at the same time, he can let those cats and dogs stop giving away.

Han Jiang, is it Li Xing, this point Han Yanxuan not only investigated by himself, but also specially invited the current Quanzhi Lin'an Mansion Wu Song to help investigate what happened in Li Xing's family Zhen'an Hou Mansion, Wu Song is the nephew of the Empress Dowager Cilie.

Li Xing is something, the scum of the noble son.

Walk the and fight the dog, linger in the green building. At the age of fifteen, there were already three concubines in the house, and they didn't go home all day in the Qinglou.

If Han Jiang himself took Li Xing's information, even if the two people looked exactly the same, Han Jiang would also think that the other was fake, and the difference was too far.

But at this time, Han Yanxuan and the Empress Dowager Cilie thought the same.

Han Jiang is nine out of nine, Li Xing.

What kind of life and death crisis, what kind of family environment, makes this child so old, and has endured it for many years. In order to live, he did not hesitate to destroy his reputation and fall willingly.

Who was playing the piano that day?

One of the several famous Oiran in Lin'an City today, in the information investigated by Han Yanxuan, Li Xing was ignored by him whether he spent money or the gift giver could not get close. Because the top Oiran simply looks down on this kind of gentleman.

But Han Yanxuan sent this Oiran to Han Jiang, and Han Jiang unexpectedly chose to refuse.

In the hearts of Han Yanxuan and Empress Dowager Cilie, this is enough to prove that all the ridiculous things Han Jiang did were just to live.

At this time, when they heard that Han Jiang wanted to leave, even if it was to work and survive and be an inferior commoner, Han Yanxuan and Empress Dowager Cilie were even more convinced of how hard Han Jiang lived.

Of course, what if not. It doesn't matter, he is so good, and he dares to claim that he is from Dayjintang, Han Yanxuan believes that this is the will of heaven, and he still picked up a treasure.

After the Empress Dowager Cilie made eye contact with Han Yanxuan, she asked again: "My nephew Jiefu saved your life, how can you repay it?" ”

"It's unforgettable, if you are sent, I don't dare to say empty words like swords, mountains and fires, in the case of life and death that I can reach, I will take it all." Han Jiang thought very really, although he was a modern person, he was baptized by Chinese morality, and the grace of saving his life must be repaid.

Han Jiang's words were heard in the ears of the two, and they both nodded approvingly.

Well spoken, really well spoken.

The Empress Dowager Cilie was a little moved when she heard this, she had heard too many empty words such as "never give up" over the years, and she could hear what was false and what was true.

Empress Dowager Cilie took a deep breath: "Jiefu was born with a dark disease, and it is impossible to have children in this life." The same clan has no sons and nephews to succeed, Tongqing has two daughters, a son and a grandson, and the rest of the houses have no children to succeed. One day in the future, the husband will be old, and there will be no one under his knees to support the elderly. ”

Han Jiang's face was serious: "Don't say that the old age is sent to the end, even if you wear linen and filial piety, it is also my job." It's just that Han Gong's family business, I also heard some of Han Gong's family history, this ......" Han Jiang smiled bitterly and didn't say any more.

Needless to say, there are countless people who are willing to cloak Han Yanxuan, as long as he does not lose his power.

Empress Dowager Cilie closed her eyes and opened her eyes after thinking for a long time of incense: "Brother Jiang'er, from now on, your name is Han Jiang, when you are crowned, you are a skillful person, taken from the word skillful craftsmanship in Mozi, Shi, you are a scholar, you were a scholar, and you will be a scholar in the future." Go home, this palace will protect you. ”

Han Jiang was stunned, he didn't understand this sentence at all.

Han Yanxuan stepped forward and pulled Han Jiang back, took a few steps back, and whispered, "Thank you." Aunt Xie's grandmother. ”

What kind of grace is thanks, giving words?

Han Jiang's head hadn't reacted yet, but he kowtowed himself.

What kind of generation is my aunt and grandmother, is she my grandmother's sister?

No matter, kowtow first.

Knocked a knock and no one shouted to stop?

Knock again.

waited until Han Jiang respectfully kowtowed nine heads, and Han Yanxuan let Han Jiang get up.

On the way back, Han Jiang had 10,000 questions to ask, but Han Yanxuan didn't say a word.

This time, I didn't go back to Han Jiang's small courtyard, but a side courtyard, where two people were waiting, one Han Jiang knew, it was Han Si, and the other was dressed as a warrior and didn't know him.

Han Yan arrived, and Han Si stepped forward: "Lord Jun'an, Shao Jun'an." ”

Another person stepped forward: "Wu Tie is below, Inner Jun'an, Shao Jun'an." ”

Han Yanxuan introduced Han Jiang: "Wu Tie is a member of your uncle's family, and he is now the head catcher in Lin'an Mansion, and he is the captain of the sixth grade. ”

Han Jiangxin said that this was an official, and he should return the salute, and gave a salute at the moment: "I've seen Captain Wu." ”

Wu Tie hurriedly retreated: "Don't dare to accept the gift of the young monarch, you are the master and I am the servant." ”

Host? Servant?

Han Jiang was even more confused, and the doubts in his heart became more and more serious, he really wanted to ask what Han Yanxuan, who was known as one of the four traitorous ministers of the Southern Song Dynasty in history, thought about accepting himself as a son, and it was not in name, he directly wanted to confirm his status in the Han Mansion, which was not equivalent to handing over the Han family to an outsider like himself? It doesn't make sense.

Han Yanxuan said: "That's right, there must be rules at home, come in." ”

Entering the courtyard, even if he didn't see Han Jiang again, he could guess what kind of place this was.

There are everlasting lamps on both sides, and they are full of spiritual seats.

This is the ancestral hall of the Han family.

Han Yanxuan said: "Brother Jiang, do you regret supporting me for the elderly?" ”

Han Jiang didn't have to think about this, he reached out and gently pressed his heart.

"In my conscience, I have no regrets, although I don't read much, I understand the grace of heaven, the grace of parents, the grace of teachers, the grace of recreation, and the grace of hand in hand. Although I didn't write whether the grace of saving lives is the five great graces, I think it should be equivalent to half of the grace of parenting and the grace of recreation. ”

Han Yanxuan asked again: "Your name is Han Jiang?" ”

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"My name is Han Jiang."

"Okay, you don't need to choose an auspicious day to open an ancestral hall, you are my son, the young master of this family."

After speaking, Han Yan knelt down: "The ancestors and the ancestors are above, the unfilial descendants and grandchildren are not married, and there is no queen due to illness, and now I adopt Han Jiang, the word Qiaoshi is the son, and after a hundred years of unfilial piety, my son should inherit the family business and protect the wealth and glory of my Han family." The unfilial descendants reported to the ancestors and ancestors, and my son Qiaoshi proposed the day brocade hall, and the unfilial descendants of the festival husband set up their own hall number from now on, and the great-ancestors were the opening of the church......

Han Yanxuan knelt there and said a full pillar of incense.

Han Jiang's head was already about to explode.

In this life, there is no Dayjin Hall, and Han Qi, the ancestor of his Dayjin Hall, turned out to be the great-ancestor of Han Yanxuan. This is not true, and it seems that this part is not recorded in the biography of Xin Qiji.

I actually traveled to my ancestor's house.

Han Yanxuan continued to finish, and glanced back at Han Jiang who was in a daze: "Wu'er, don't you kneel?" ”

Han Jiang knelt on his knees and slammed his head on the ground, the sound of the bang frightened Han Yanxuan, and the blood instantly stained the green bricks on the ground.

There was a tremor in Han Yanxuan's tone: "Wu'er, you can make an oath in front of your ancestors." ”