"Qingyun, what movement did you hear in the East Courtyard on the eve of the big day, and you went to shout Fan Ye?"

Back in the study, Han Qian picked up a copy of "Du Yang Miscellaneous Compilation" written by the Tang Dynasty literati Su Yi and did not rush to open it, and saw Qingyun standing outside the house, obviously limited by the ban, and did not dare to step into the study at will after nightfall, so he asked through the door.

"The slave maid on the eve of the big day also somehow, just after dark I was sleepy, I fell asleep early, the mountain exploded a few thunders, only to wake up, worried that the window here will be open to rain, ran over but heard the son talking in the study, I am afraid that the son was locked in the study by Fan Ye for too long, to suffocate and talk nonsense, so I ran to the north courtyard to call Fan Ye over, and did not see anything abnormal, I didn't expect the son to have a cold, must be talking nonsense in his sleep, right?" Qingyun said through the door.

Han Qian nodded, signaling that Qingyun could go to rest, he found a few copper coins in the study, and wedged them into the cracks between the doors and windows.

The windows of the study and bedroom were facing the mountain ridge to the east, and the candles were shining in the study, while Han Qian walked to the bedroom without candles, standing in front of the window, staring at the opposite ridge, to see if anyone would poke their heads out of there at night to look at this side.

The mountain air is clear, the full moon hangs like a silver plate in the depths of the dark lead-colored sky above the mountain ridge, the clear moonlight sprinkles down, the shadows of the trees on the mountain ridge sway, and occasionally there is a burst of night owl chirping, and there is no other 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 he will be able to see it in the next two days.

Of course, Han Qian wanted to know what kind of conspiracy he was involved in at the moment, or what kind of secrets Yao Xishui and the Evening Red Mansion were hiding behind the scenes.

When the world wars are frequent, the Central Plains region is ten rooms and nine empty, thieves invade the place, lack of food and grass, and even do not hesitate to use salt to pickle the dead corpses as military food, miserable, but the city of Jinling has been singing and dancing for decades, without experiencing the plundering of war, and still has a luxurious atmosphere.

There are hundreds of large and small brothel houses in Jinling City, and Han Qian heard about the reputation of the Late Red House in Xuanzhou, so that only three or four months after his father received Jinling, he became a frequent visitor to the Late Red Mansion.

It's just that Han Qian was full of thoughts about the beautiful women in the Evening Red Mansion before, but when he thought about it at this time, compared with ordinary brothels, the Evening Red Mansion revealed many mysteries.

Even Feng Yi and others, who were well known about the secrets of the palace ban, couldn't figure out the details of the Late Red Mansion, and they didn't know who the mysterious person was behind the Late Red Mansion.

This in itself is enough to show that the Late Red Mansion is by no means simple.

Han Qian didn't feel sleepy, and he didn't have the heart to read the books in the study outside, so he stood in front of the window, while according to his memory, he opened the boxing rack, trying to practice the sixty-four Shi Gong Quan again, and thinking about the memory fragments left by the dream of the night before.

The sixty-four Shi Gongquan was also taught by Han Qian, when his father Han Daoxun joined the army in Chuzhou, an old Taoist who traveled in Chuzhou and made good friends with his father.

This way of boxing, Han Qian practiced from the age of six to the age of twelve, although it was abandoned for six years, but at this time he still remembered every move and momentum, but at this time, the boxing frame was extremely jerky, and he barely beat down with a punch, and he was already sweating profusely.

Han Qian took a sweat towel to wipe off the sweat stains on his body, continued to stand in front of the window, and when he looked at the opposite mountain ridge through the gap in the window, he felt a little hungry after just one punch, and secretly felt that although he had been abandoned for so many years, he still did not forget the essence of the Sixty-four Shigong Fist, which could be said to be a great luck in misfortune.

Han Qian wrapped a thin quilt in the bedroom into a human shape, placed it on the chair outside, and stood in the mountains and forests to the east to look at it, as if he was sitting in front of the bookcase and reading hard all night, and then put the copper basin for washing his face in front of the window of the bedroom, and lay down to rest with his clothes.

Hearing Qingyun knocking on the door outside, Han Qian woke up with his eyes open, it was already bright at this time, and the night was calm and unusual.

Han Qian got up, restored the layout in the study and bedroom to the original state, and opened the door to see the maid Qingyun outside, looking surprised, probably because he didn't expect that he would close the door so tightly when he slept at night.

After washing, seeing that the West Cross Courtyard was preparing breakfast as usual, Han Qian ignored it and walked to the North Courtyard.

The soldiers and servants had already eaten breakfast, and there were few people in the back kitchen, and he saw that there were still a few black things left in the steamer that could barely be called steamed buns, so he took out a plate of pickles, sat down in front of the window of the dining room in the north courtyard, and tore them into small pieces and stuffed them into his mouth.

It was dry and hard, and his throat was astringent, but Han Qian was hungry at this time, and he didn't find it too difficult to swallow.

"Kill, kill......"

After a while, I saw Qingyun running into the back kitchen with a disgraced face.

"......" Han Qian's expression perked up and asked, "What the hell is going on, I was shocked?" ”

"I don't know, just now Zhao Kuo ran back with a bloody body, saying that Fan Wucheng was killed in Zhuangzi in the west, and two family soldiers were shot, and Fan Ye was running over with people at this time......," Qingyun said.

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After hearing what Qingyun said, Han Qian knew that Fan Wucheng went to the west bank of the river early in the morning to drive Zhao Laoqi, Zhao Wuji and his family out of the villa, but after entering the house, he was shot by Zhao Wuji; Zhao Kuo and the other two family soldiers heard Fan Wucheng's shout in the martial arts training ground, and rushed over across the stream, but before they could get close, the two family soldiers were shot and wounded, but Zhao Kuo was unhindered and ran back to report the news.

Fan Wuguo had a problem, Han Qian's expression was excited, he threw down the dishes and chopsticks, crossed the stream, and chased him to the Zhuangzi where the tenants lived together on the west bank.

From a distance, I saw Fan Xicheng and people gathered in front of a thatched house, Fan Dahei was leading two people to hold the young Zhao Wuji's hands and feet, and dragged him out of the thatched house, so he desperately pressed him to the ground and couldn't struggle.

The others ran up with all hands and feet to help tie up Zhao Wuji with hemp rope and kick him to death.

It is hard to imagine that a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy has such great strength.

Two family soldiers were each hit by an arrow in the thigh, and they were sitting on the field and scolding: "Kill this dog, my mother will die of pain!" ”

Han Qian smiled in his heart when he saw the angry appearance of these two family soldiers, if it weren't for Zhao Wuji's young age and lack of ruthlessness, these two family soldiers would not be as simple as being shot in the thigh.

Han Qian saw that the arrow wounds of the two family soldiers were in the same position on the thigh, and he knew that after Zhao Wuji killed Fan Wucheng, he didn't want to kill, and Zhao Kuo was safe and sound under Zhao Wuji's arrow, but it was a little surprising to him.

Except for some strength, Zhao Kuo was half a beat slower in other aspects.

I didn't see Fan Wucheng's figure, so I didn't know if he was dead, so I saw Orion Zhao Laoqi chasing him out of the room, with several big footprints on his body, obviously not less beaten in the house.

Seeing that Zhao Wuji was kicked and beaten badly, seeing that he had more breath and less intake, he pounced on his son's body and kowtowed to Fan Xicheng: "Master Fan, you spare Wuji's life, little Fan Ye took the prey away from us and drove us out of the grange, Wuji was young and ignorant, so he shot Xiao Fan Ye with an arrow!" Master Fan, you always chop his archery hand, but you will spare a dog's life! Zhao Laoqi, I will be a cow and a horse for Fan Ye in this life and eight lifetimes! ”

"Can you talk to your old dog?" Fan Dahei raised a kick and kicked Zhao Laoqi out of the way.

Zhao Laoqi immediately felt like the dead grass blown by the wind, bending his waist and gasping in pain.

Although Zhao Laoqi's body is not bad, but Zhao Wuji committed a murder case, he thought about holding on to the death and being beaten a few times, so that Fan Dahei, the family soldiers of the villa, vented their anger, not to mention fighting back, and didn't even dodge the vital point, so that Fan Dahei kicked it in the heart, and almost closed his breath directly.

If you want to say what is the difference between the domestic soldiers on the east bank of the river and the tenant farmers on the west bank of the river, except for Zhao Kuo, who is relatively thin and thin, the others are tall and powerful, and they have not made any swords and bows, and there is a murderous aura in the awe.

These people are all veterans brought back by Han Daoxun from the Guangling Army, and they are all used to fighting and bloody, so it is not surprising that they have such a momentum, but Zhao Kuo seems to be submissive, and he is often ridiculed by others in the family soldiers, which may be related to his character.

The tenant farmers on the west bank of the creek have two striking characteristics.

One is thin.

Regardless of gender, old and young, they were all thin, thin and weak, both thin and weak, more skinny than Han Qian at this time, with sallow faces, all of them looked like they were terminally tired.

There are so many tenants in the villa, Han Qian has carefully looked at Zhao Laoqi and Zhao Wuji's father and son before, perhaps because these two fathers and sons often poach to supplement their food, and their bodies are quite healthy.

Another characteristic of these tenants is that they watched Zhao Laoqi, Zhao Wuji and his son being beaten to death by the family soldiers, and they cowered and did not dare to move forward, let alone dissuade the family soldiers from grabbing Zhao Laoqi and Zhao Wuji and his son and beating them to death.

If it weren't for the fact that the dream seemed to be deeply integrated into Han Qian's memory, Han Qian would never be so meticulous, but at this time, looking at these things, there was a shocking feeling.

"Stop!"

Han Qian didn't have the heart to think about why he felt like this, walked into the crowd with a black face, and crossed Fan Dahei and Zhao Laoqi to prevent him from beating Zhao Laoqi again, but seeing Fan Dahei's angry appearance, he thought that Fan Wucheng should be dead, and asked calmly,

"What the hell is going on?"

"Wu Cheng came over to confiscate their prey and drove them away from the grange, this little rabbit cub actually shot Wu Cheng with the black cloud bow given by the young master!" Fan Dahei's eyes were red at this time, and Han Qian blocked him, so he couldn't chase Zhao Laoqi, but he raised his foot and stomped on Zhao Wuji's thin back, almost breaking Zhao Wuji's thin and thin back.

"Mowgli, Mowgli!" Two figures rushed out of the room like crazy.

The middle-aged woman was dressed in rags, torn to the point that her clothes were uncovered, her hair was scattered, and there were several blood-red finger prints on her face, hugging Fan Dahei's thighs, wailing and kowtowing desperately to Fan Xicheng for mercy, knowing that Zhao Wuji was really going to be beaten to death today, she had nowhere to reason.

The thin girl was also disheveled, howling and pounced on Zhao Wuji's body, holding on to her younger brother and refusing to let go, for fear that Fan Dahei and they would be ruthless again, and they would take Zhao Wuji's life on the spot.

Seeing Fan Dahei reaching out to pull the girl's hair, Han Qian grabbed his arm and shouted, "Stop!" Fan Dahei, you stop for me! ”

Fan Dahei didn't dare to throw him away because he cared about Han Qian's identity, and retreated to the side with red eyes.

Fan Dahei and Fan Wucheng are Fan Xicheng's adopted sons, Fan Wucheng was killed, Fan Dahei was stopped by drinking, and the other soldiers also retreated to the side.

"The rabbit is anxious and bites, Fan Wucheng enters the house to forcibly seize the prey, and drives people out of the grange, who gave him the guts? Who made him break into the house and commit robbery? Han Qian blocked the Zhao family's father and son and the others behind him, turned to stare at the family soldiers of the villa, and asked the words he had thought of a long time ago.

"Seventh Son! Wu Cheng is also loyal to the young master! Fan Xicheng didn't expect Han Qian to put all the responsibility on Fan Wucheng's head at this time, and completely protect a tenant who was insignificant to the Han family, and he could no longer suppress the resentment in his heart, and shouted in his throat.

At this time, Han Qian saw Fan Wucheng lying in the house in a pool of blood, an arrow pierced through his chest, and the black iron arrow penetrated through the leather armor and was exposed, Han Qian secretly felt that Zhao Wuji should have opened a bow and shot an arrow in the house, shooting through the leather armor and arrows through the chest at such a close distance, the arm strength and reaction speed were really amazing, and it was worthy of sending the black cloud bow yesterday, and he really didn't disappoint himself.

Han Qian turned around, stared at Fan Xicheng with burning eyes, and smiled coldly.

Han Qian couldn't understand why Fan Wucheng had colluded with Yao Xishui and the Evening Red Mansion, but he must have heard him deliberately talk about recruiting the Zhao family father and son last night, and Fan Wucheng was tricked and was eager to drive the family out of the Grange.

The twists and turns behind this, he has no way to explain it clearly to Fan Xicheng and Fan Dahei, and he still has a grudge against the soldiers who will betray him in the future, and at this moment, he has to go toe-to-toe with Fan Xicheng to protect Zhao Wuji.

"I said it yesterday, the tenants hunted in the back mountain, just hand over half of the villa, I said this clearly in front of Zhao Kuo, in front of you Fan Xicheng and many family soldiers, also said it clearly. Let me ask Fan Xicheng again here, is this villa your Fan Xicheng's family, or my Han family's, shouldn't my words be worth half a point? ”

Han Qian stared at Fan Xicheng without giving an inch, and asked sharply,

"I want to ask Fan Xicheng now, Fan Wucheng broke into the door with weapons, forcibly seized prey, and drove out tenants, is it your instruction, is it that you are bent on turning my Han family's Qiuhu Mountain Courtyard into your Fan family?"

"You ......" Fan Xicheng trembled with anger, he didn't expect Han Qian's tongue to become so powerful, and he directly put such a big black pot on his head, which made him speechless.

"Zhao Kuo, let me ask you, are you my Han family's soldiers, or Fan Xicheng's soldiers?" Han Qian stared at Zhao Kuo and the other family soldiers, and asked sharply.

Zhao Kuo and the others hesitated and looked at each other.

These family soldiers looked down on Han Qian, the young master, but after making a fuss in the dining hall last night, Fan Wucheng broke into the door early in the morning with a knife and weapon, wanting to drive Zhao Laoqian's family out of the grange, thinking about it, the words of the young master Han Qian did not seem to be unreasonable!

They finally have a place to settle down in the Han family, and the young family are all slaves and maids of the Han family, although they are convinced by Fan Xicheng, but Han Daoxun is the head of the family, and they are more kind to them, and they don't want to get involved in this kind of collusion to usurp the rights and wrongs of the land.

"Fan Wucheng broke into the door with an arm and was killed, this matter needs to be reported to the official for disposal, our Han family can't kill people with lynching!"

Han Qian continued to say solemnly,

"Zhao Kuo, you lead people to watch here, don't let Zhao Wuji escape, but you must not lynch and beat, it will harm my father's prestige, otherwise, don't blame my Han family for being selfless, and you will also be tied up and sent to the official office for punishment!"

Speaking of this, Han Qian bowed his hand to the onlookers and said, "Please ask who is fast to come and administer justice." ”

Han Daoxun has purchased a grange here for less than a year, and the soldiers and children of the family must be regarded as the slaves and maids of the Han family, all of whom moved with Han Daoxun from other places, and the tenants all employ local landless farmers, so there will be a conflict of interest, and Fan Xicheng previously forbade the tenants to go into the back mountains to cut firewood, fish and hunt wild animals, which caused a lot of contradictions.

However, no matter what, the Han family's little thumb is thicker than an ordinary person's thigh, and Fan Xicheng and other family soldiers are fierce soldiers with high martial arts, complete armor and armor, like wolves and tigers.

It's just that no one thought that the young master who was sent to the villa to study hard turned out to be such a "reasonable" and "impartial" just person.