In addition to the main courtyard in the east courtyard, there are two cross-courtyards in the east and west that are close to the main courtyard, and the noon meals have been prepared in the dining room of the west courtyard.

A plate of green vegetables, a plate of bacon cut into slices, a large bowl of stewed chicken with mountain mushrooms, a bowl of braised grass carp pieces, and a small wooden barrel containing a small half bucket of white rice are placed on the table of the Eight Immortals near the window.

In the past two or three days, Han Qian has not eaten a good meal, and he has ridden the horse for half a day, at this time, he is hungry, and when he sits down, he feels the aroma and appetite is greatly boosted, but he is worried that Yao Xishui, this little bitch, will not be willing to miss, and what to do in these meals, his eyes are staring at a table of delicacies, and he does not dare to act rashly.

Seeing Fan Dahei clumsily holding a bowl of rice and handing it over, Han Qian reached out and took a few pieces of transparent bacon, a few pieces of braised fish, a few pieces of stewed chicken and two green vegetables with chopsticks and pressed them into the rice bowl, then put the rice bowl aside, pointed to the other meals left on the table, and said to Fan Dahei: "I'm not too hungry yet, these are enough for me; Eat the rest! ”

Fan Dahei was very at a loss, but his temperament was also rough, and he couldn't resist the temptation of the food in front of him, so he said: "If my father asks later, Dahei will say that the young master forced me to eat these!" ”

"You still have to wait for me to ride a horse in the afternoon, and you are afraid that your father will break your dog's leg after eating this meal?" Han Qian urged impatiently.

At this time, Han Qian glanced out the window and saw that Fan Wucheng was following Qingyun into the West Cross Courtyard, untying the purple-maned horse from the peach tree with a black face, as if his face was full of unhappiness.

Han Qian frowned slightly, thinking that even if this guy didn't collude with Yao Xishui, he would have to find a chance to clean it up in the future.

Fan Dahei quickly poured the small half wooden barrel into his stomach, and there was no other abnormality except for the satisfaction on his face, so Han Qian quickly finished the bowl of food that had been reserved.

At this time, Fan Xicheng walked in with Qingyun with a dark face, and saw that Fan Dahei was still sitting opposite Han Qian, and glared at him: "I don't know how to be a fool, I don't know the slightest rule-go go to the north courtyard to clean up the stable!" ”

Fan Dahei was afraid of his adoptive father Fan Xicheng, so he was reprimanded, and without waiting for Han Qian to speak, he ran back to the North Courtyard with his legs raised; Qingyun also stuck out his tongue and packed up the dishes and went out.

Han Qian didn't say anything, but returned to the study, and then went to the martial arts training ground in the afternoon, but didn't see Fan Dahei, but saw that it was Zhao Kuo, another soldier in the villa, who came over with a purple-maned horse, and said: "Dahei asked Fan Ye to send him out to run errands, and I came to serve the young master to ride a horse!" ”

Han Qian was so angry that the blue tendons on his forehead jumped slightly.

When he was eating at noon, he clearly told Fan Dahei that he wanted him to serve and ride a horse in the afternoon, but Fan Xicheng, the old horseman, deliberately sent him out to do errands!

Fan Xicheng, the old horseman, wants to show that he is the person who speaks in this villa?

Han Qian had a gloomy face, turned over and stepped on the purple-maned horse, and trotted around the villa in a circle; Zhao Kuo glanced at Han Qian, and was slightly stunned when he saw that the young master was not angry.

Han Qian has been sent to the villa for more than a month, eating and drinking well, and there is no wine to empty his body, and his complexion has somewhat recovered.

He felt a lack of physical strength when he rode a horse in the morning, and he was still poisoned and had not eaten well for several days, and then he felt much more relaxed when he stepped on the horse.

At this time, Han Qian was no longer satisfied with going around the villa, but rode his horse down the stream, ran to the other side of the stream, and trotted around the grange.

The mud path on the outskirts of the villa was too narrow, and the purple-maned horses were quite miraculous, but they couldn't run.

There are more than 300 acres of farmland on the west bank of the river, and there are four or five miles of land running down in one circle.

The dirt road between the elm and willow was relatively wide, and there was no shelter from the earthen walled houses, so the purple-maned horse could spread its hooves a little and run happily—if it weren't for the fear that Fan Xicheng would jump out and restrain him, Han Qian would have wanted to go around the lake beach below.

After trotting around Zhuangtian for three or four laps, Han Qian was sweating profusely and stopped by the stream to rest, perhaps because his mentality suddenly reversed, and he didn't feel hard, but had a hearty feeling.

Fan Xicheng most likely got the same as anyone, and at this time, he rushed to the mountain stream, and saw that Han Qian did not have anything to do, so he stood on the other side and didn't say anything, the sunset fell on his dark and thin face, looking like a layer of elm bark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Young master, you can take it easy, if you fall somewhere, Lao Zhao has no way to explain to the head of the family!" Zhao Kuo ran over sweating, and Han Qian rode a purple-maned horse to speed, but he couldn't keep up.

Han Qian ignored Zhao Kuo, a soldier who was usually inconspicuous, suppressed his inner dissatisfaction, and calmly said to Fan Xicheng on the east bank of the river:

"Fan Dahei's feet are strong, and he will come to serve me on horseback in the future; They also dine with me in the east courtyard in the morning and evening. Master Fan, you instructed the kitchen to prepare the meals in the East Courtyard according to Fan Dahei's appetite, so as not to make people think that I would treat my own people badly......"

"......" Fan Xicheng didn't say yes, nor did he say bad, he just told the sweaty old thin soldier and said, "Zhao Kuo, don't let the purple-maned horse spread its hooves and run around again, falling on the young master, you and I can only take our lives to thank the family master for his kindness." ”

The old dog is really a stone in the latrine, smelly and hard!

Han Qian scolded hatefully in his heart, and turned over and stepped onto the horse, but this time Zhao Kuo grabbed the reins and asked Han Qian to scold and whip twice and not let go.

Zhao Kuo was in his forties, looking thin and small, and his yellowed face was full of wind and frost, like a rock skin that had weathered for thousands of years.

His arm that held the reins was as thin as a dead branch, but it was like a cast iron welding, and it held the purple-maned horse with great strength, making it difficult for the purple-maned horse to move.

In the past, when there was no slave below to listen to his words, Han Qian couldn't help but be angry and angry, but at this moment, he was slightly surprised, he didn't expect that Zhao Kuo, who was usually extremely inconspicuous, had such a lot of strength in his arm!

Seeing that Zhao Kuo was whipped twice by him, he cowered and didn't dare to resist, but he just grabbed the rope and didn't let go, Han Qian thought that Zhao Kuo was usually like this, and he was not less bullied by other soldiers, so the suspicion should not be great.

Otherwise, Yao Xishui and the people behind her would have worked too deeply on him.

Zhao Kuo didn't let go, Han Qian couldn't raise the speed and trotted, so he lost the meaning of exercising, so he asked him to lead the horse to the back mountain with steep terrain - the back mountain also belongs to the villa - and casually look at the scenery and mountains on the left and right.

Baohua Mountain is located between Jinling and Runzhou, and because of the old name of Jinling, Baohua Mountain, also known as Shengrun Mountain, spreads out more than 200 miles in a chain on the south bank of the Yangtze River.

Compared with Baohua Mountain, the stream and river at the southern foot of Baohua Mountain are gathered, and the Chishan Lake, which is only three or four miles away from the villa, is thirteen or four miles wide, but it is also inconspicuous.

The sun sets, and the twilight seems to be shrouded in a light veil of lilac, and the mountains and forests in the distance seem to be full of murder.

Han Qian didn't dare to wander outside at this time, so he rode his horse and was led down the mountain by Zhao Kuo.

There is still some distance from the Zhuangzi below, and two hunters, one old and one young, stumbled out of the mountain forest.

The two men were dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a straw rope tied around their waists, a sickle inserted into them, bast shoes with exposed toes, and each of them carried a hunting bow and a bamboo basket.

Two lowly tenants dared to run into the mountains behind his house to poach wild animals, in the past, Han Qian would have whipped him over; At this moment, Han Qian sat on the horse's back with a deep groan, watching the bamboo basket behind the two people was full of prey such as golden pheasants, and blood was leaking from the bottom of the bamboo basket.

Zhao Kuo glanced back at Han Qian, and saw that Han Qian's face was gloomy, and he didn't know what the young master was thinking, so he did his duty as a family soldier, turned his head and asked the two old and young hunters in a deep voice: "Zhao Laoqi, your father and son have gained a lot from entering the mountain today!" ”

These two probably didn't expect to bump into Han Qian and Zhao Kuo here, and they were taken aback.

After being stunned for a while, the elder reacted first, pulled the young man to kneel on the ground, unloaded the bamboo basket behind him, and said in a trembling voice: "We were just about to send these prey to the villa, but I didn't expect to meet the young master and Zhao Ye here!" ”

There was a look of rebellion in the young man's eyes, and he struggled to get up, but was held down by the elder and lay on the mud floor.

"Your father and son are not small, how many times has Fan Ye said that it is strictly forbidden for you to go up the mountain to poach, you should all turn a deaf ear, don't you all know that this mountain belongs to the Han family now? If I hadn't happened to meet the young master, you would have really sent your prey to the villa? ”

Zhao Kuo turned around and saw that Han Qian was still silent, presumably the young master did not intend to let go of the father and son easily, so he held the saber on his waist and stared at the father and son in front of him viciously,

"This time, I have to take you to the county to punish the crime!"

poaching and stealing, sent to the county government for punishment, inevitably a few sticks; And if you don't find someone to send money to intercede, a few sticks will be taken down, and a few layers of skin will be lost if you are not disabled.

Hearing Zhao Kuo say this, the old man's face suddenly turned pale, he lay on the ground and kowtowed and begged for mercy, and he knocked over the two bamboo baskets behind him without paying attention, and the prey that was shot inside rolled down, except for a few golden chickens, there was even a goshawk that was shot through the abdomen by an arrow.

It is very common for the hunters in the mountains to have the ability to shoot a few golden pheasants with a hunting bow, but if they can shoot a goshawk soaring in the sky, their archery skills can already be said to be quite amazing.

Han Qian has been abandoned in the past few years, but he still understands these simple truths, but he didn't expect that there would be such a powerful archery person in the mountains and fields.

Han Qian has been warning himself today that he must calm down in everything, but he will not say anything for these two irrelevant hunters, just watch Zhao Kuo deal with it, but at this moment, a thought flashed in his heart.

At this time, Han Qian looked at the young man again, even if he was forcibly dragged to his knees by his father, his back was tense, it still gave people a feeling like a beast about to pounce and devour people, not to mention the unruly look hidden in his eyes, which was really impressive.

Han Qian couldn't help but think, if Zhai Xinping, the person in the dream realm, was here, how would he use the wild and untamed young man in front of him with superb archery skills?