"The Seventh Son......"

In the evening, the ugly maid Qingyun pushed the door in, and saw that the young master Han Qian was still sitting in front of the window staring at the palm-sized water jade on the bookcase, it has been a long time like this, right?

She didn't know that the young master had just recovered from the cold, and suddenly smashed the water jade bowl in the study early yesterday morning, picked up a palm-sized water jade fragment, and fiddled with the whetstone day and night.

At this time, Qingyun didn't dare to shout loudly, and she glanced at the bookcase in front of the window, and saw that the water jade fragment was placed on the rice paper of the bookcase, but the sharp edges and corners had been polished off by the young master Han Qian, and it was ground into a round jade piece day and night.

Han Qian turned his head and glanced at Qingyun, he was really in no mood to scold the ugly maid Qingyun ran in again to disturb him at this time, waved his hand, and let her go out, don't stay in the study to be an eyesore.

According to the experience of Zhai Xinping, a person in the dream realm, Han Qian smashed his father's favorite water jade bowl in the study yesterday - it should be called a crystal bowl in the dream world, picked up the palm-sized fragment of the bottom of the bowl, and spent a day and a night to polish a convex lens.

The bottom of the water jade bowl was originally thick in the middle and thin at the edges, and there were already some convex lenses, and the water jade was transparent and crystal like water, Han Qian used great patience to polish off the sharp corners of the bottom of the broken water jade bowl with more work than one day and one night, and polished the arc surface that seemed rough before.

This afternoon, he successfully gathered a beam of sunlight into a spot the size of an ant and shone it on the rice paper.

Han Qian watched as the rice paper where the light spots fell gradually turned yellow, and finally a small cluster of flames burst out, burning through the rice paper as thick as kudzu hemp!

Han Qian didn't know if anyone in the world knew that the water jade mirror was used to ignite fire, but he himself definitely didn't know about it before the dream realm the night before.

The dream of the night before is not absurd!

Han Qian was like a dead tree in the afternoon, sitting in front of the bookcase without saying a word or moving, repeatedly recalling the seemingly absurd and illusory dream the night before, wanting to find more historical fragments about the Chu State, especially after the twelve years of Tianyou.

However, although Zhai Xinping, the person in the dream, is good at reading history books, since the division of the feudal towns in the late previous dynasty, the land of the Central Plains is too chaotic, and the dream person's understanding of that period of history is also quite vague and fragmented.

From the afternoon to the twilight, Han Qian only knew that the history books of later generations evaluated Emperor Tianyou as a faint ruler in his later years, and died of serious illness in the seventeenth year of Tianyou, that is, in 917 AD, and then succeeded by the cruel prince Yang Yuanwu.

Yang Yuanwu was addicted to pills when he was the crown prince, and died of an erysipelas outbreak less than a year after succeeding to the throne, and then the empress dowager Xu and the minister Li were only eleven-year-old grandson Yang Ye succeeded to the throne.

In order to cut off dissidents, Empress Xu first killed Emperor Wu's third son, Yang Yuanpu, the king of Linjiang who had just come of age at that time; Then he sent envoys to seize the military power of Yang Yuanyan, the second son of Emperor Wu.

Yang Yuanyan, the king of letters, was unwilling to be captured, led his troops across the river, besieged Jinling for 100 days, forced millions of soldiers and civilians trapped in the city to starve to death, and Jinling, a prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River, almost became a dead city.

King Xin attacked Jinling for a long time, and was forced to break the siege, and then plundered the Jianghuai Prefectures, and the war completely destroyed the prosperous land in the south of the Yangtze River that had been recuperating for twenty or thirty years, and ten rooms and nine emptiness.

At that time, the Liang and Jin kingdoms that occupied the Central Plains were also wars and wars, attacking each other, and the war lasted for decades, and then was invaded by the alien Mughurs who rose in the northern grasslands......

In addition to "going to the ancestral land of Xuanzhou to raise troops, on the way to the family soldiers to send a division, the car cracked in the city" and other repeated words, Han Qian did not find more records about himself in the twelfth to seventeenth years of Tianyou from these memory fragments.

In the history books of later generations, he was just an insignificant small role, or because of his father Han Daoxun, he left such a casual stroke.

Han Qian has lived for eighteen years without a heart or lungs, so he will not care about the life and death of others, let alone the chaos of his family and country, and the shattering of mountains and rivers after his death, but he sat in front of the window and combed through the memories of Zhai Xinping in his dream about this period of history over and over again, but he could clearly feel that this fragment of memory contained a heartache that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

This should be the real feeling of Zhai Xinping, a person in the dream, when he reads history.

Maybe the feeling of being immersed in the dream was too real, as if he had lived a real life in the dream world, unconsciously, Han Qian's mood was inevitably infected by this heartache, and he sat in front of the window, and couldn't help himself for a while......

Exercise! Exercise! Exercise!

Seventeen years ago, why did he die so miserably, and he didn't figure it out, but he was sad about leaving the troubled world, which was really relieved!

Han Qian rubbed his face with his hands fiercely, expelling his frustrated and sour emotions, thinking that if he returned to Xuanzhou at this time and never left, would he change the fate of "being captured by the soldiers and being punished on the way to Xuanzhou"?

Thinking of this, Han Qian almost jumped up and packed his bags and ran away.

However, he propped his hands on the bookcase, and his body hadn't stood up yet, and a thought flashed in his heart, thinking that even if Fan Xicheng and these soldiers didn't stop him, Yao Xishui, the little bitch and his concubine, couldn't poison him the night before, and he was still hidden by him, how could he let him go?

Han Qian sat there with cold hands and feet, like a trapped beast in a cage, and all around him were butcher knives that wanted to pierce into his body and devour his flesh.

Yao Xishui, this little bitch is obviously the Oiran of the Late Red Mansion, I don't know how many men dream of stripping her naked and throwing her on the brocade couch to love and ravage, what is it about him that hinders them, and he actually tried his best to poison him?

No matter how big Han Qian's heart is, he also knows that this matter is not so simple, and it is impossible to get out of danger because he escaped back to Xuanzhou!

Han Qian thought hard, and couldn't help but think in frustration, or just forget it, as long as his father Han Daoxun didn't make any bullshit at this time to go to the bullshit book to advise Emperor Tianyou, as long as his father Han Daoxun was not killed by Emperor Tianyou's staff before the Wenying Palace, he might still be able to live happily for two or three years, even if the final outcome is difficult to change, it's a big deal to prepare a glass of dove wine for himself, drink the dead ball first, and he won't have to suffer the punishment of the car split.

Han Qian got by and the bastard came up, the poison had just been resolved, and he stayed up for a day and a night, and he was indeed extremely tired, he ran to the back room and pulled out the thin quilt, lay down and fell asleep.

Fan Xicheng and Zhao Kuo, the soldiers of the Han family, laughed more fiercely than the executioner, and tied up the blood-soaked blackened rope sleeve with a cruel smile......

The hooves of the horses galloping on both sides of the street were like a life-threatening trill, which made the heart tremble......

The rope gradually tightened, and the body was like a bowstring being pulled bigger and bigger, and at a certain moment, it suddenly broke off, and the stomach and intestines and urine splashed in all directions......

The long street was surrounded by countless excited eyes, and they did not shy away from the splashing of blood, feces and urine......

Han Qian woke up suddenly, the window was already slightly white, thinking of the terrifying scene in the dream, his heart twitched slightly, staring at the black cloud hanging on the east wall.

The black cloud bow is not very exquisite, the bow body is carved with the ancient clumsy cloud pattern, there is an indescribable rough beauty, holding the bow hold, engraved with the inscription of the word "black cloud".

This black cloud bow was obtained by his father Han Daoxun when he joined the army in the Chuzhou Defense Embassy, and then he brought it back to Xuanzhou to practice archery.

Han Qian still remembered that when he first got this Black Cloud Bow, he was not yet twelve years old, and he was already able to pull the two-stone strong bow to the fullest, but then it was abandoned, and after six or seven years, his body had grown a head taller than at that time, but with the strength of milk, he could only pull the Black Cloud Bow apart by half.

Han Qian couldn't help but think, if he hadn't been abandoned in Xuanzhou in the past few years, and he could still insist on practicing riding and archery, fists and feet every day, no matter how bad he was at this time, he would run away with the black cloud bow, and he would not be afraid of Yao Xishui, a little bitch chasing him!

Why have you been abandoned in Xuanzhou in the past few years?

In the face of the terrible fate that was about to befall him, Han Qian, who had no heart and no lungs, reflected on his absurdity over the years for the first time!

At this time, Han Qian still remembered that he lived in Chuzhou with his father Han Daoxun before he was twelve years old, when his father was under Yang Yuanyan, the second prince of Chuzhou Defense Envoy and the King of Letters, was still just an ordinary state capital to join the army, and only his old family Han Laoshan and family soldier Fan Xicheng served him.

However, his mother died of the epidemic, and Chuzhou was often attacked by Liang soldiers, so his father Han Daoxun had to send him back to his ancestral hometown of Xuanzhou and entrusted him to his second uncle, Han Daochang, to take care of him.

As soon as he arrived in Xuanzhou, the second uncle Han Daochang gave him the slave maid Jing Niang next to him to take care of his daily life.

Jing Niang was plump and gorgeous, Han Qian still remembered the radiant appearance when he first saw Jing Niang, and he almost didn't have the courage to look up at Jing Niang's beautiful eyes with strange brilliance, so that he couldn't sleep that night thinking about those beautiful eyes.

In the early morning, the delicate body that seemed to be soft and warm jade was hugged from behind.

Even though it has been six years, he still remembers that moment, his heart was so nervous that he wanted to stop beating, his hands and feet were even more frightened and he didn't dare to move, and the first time he passively tasted the ultimate happiness......

Since then, Han Qian has been obsessed with that plump and crazy body.

Three years later, Han Qian inadvertently saw Jing Niang's clothes scattered but full of style, coming out of his cousin Han Jun's room.

Even though three years have passed, he still remembers the pain of his torn heart and lungs at that time, snatching a knife to behead his cousin Han Jun, but was kicked to the ground by his cousin Han Jun.

After that, Jing Niang went to his cousin Han Jun's room to serve.

Although Han Qian's room was replaced with two beautiful maids, there was no woman who made Han Qian completely indulge in it.

After that, under the leadership of the domestic slave Zhao Zhi, Han Qian began to linger in the prostitution houses of the large and small prostitutes in Xuanzhou City, until his father Han Daoxun was transferred to the court at the beginning of this year, and he was also taken to Jinling for reunion.

Han Qian was suddenly startled at this time, and at this moment he realized that he had been back in Xuanzhou for six years, and he had not gotten up early to practice riding and archery, boxing and kicking at all; Even if you need to go to the study hall to listen to the teachings of the clan teacher every day before noon, you don't seem to be drowsy for a day......