The night is dark, and the east courtyard of the Qiuhu Mountain Annex, the candles are bright.

"The old slave has no way to teach his son, and he has more than enough energy to run the villa, so he caused this disaster, the old slave failed the master of the family, was full of shame, and had no face to stay to serve the master and the young master." Fan Xicheng knelt in front of the hall, crying with a handful of snot and tears, and asked to leave the villa.

Han Qian stood aside, looking at his father Han Daoxun's face under the candlelight, knowing that his father Han Daoxun did not have the manpower to take advantage of, and he absolutely did not want to see Fan Xicheng, a family soldier who had followed him for many years, leave like this - Fan Xicheng is not the same as other family soldiers, he has redeemed his body by accumulating military merits in his early years, and he still has to stay free, and he is currently staying by Han Daoxun's side, which is considered a doorman.

"It's the child's fault in this matter - if it weren't for Qian'er's willfulness, he didn't consult with Fan Ye and agreed to the tenants to go into the mountains to hunt, and he would never have stirred up today's incident. Fan Ye is not at fault in this matter, if you want to blame Qian'er for being too willful - it's just that things have happened, if the Han family uses lynching without permission, it will have the reputation of tiring his father. Father often said that the court is dangerous, you need to walk on thin ice, not careless, Fan Ye lost his son heartache, Da Hei lost his brother's affection, the child didn't want things to be wrong again and again, so he said some radical words to Fan Ye, but the child didn't think so in his heart. Han Qian "snapped", and also threw himself on the stone slab, kneeling down and regretting it, this slate was extremely hard, knocking his knees hurt, and secretly scolding his mother in his heart, he was tough at the moment, and said the words that he had thought of a long time ago.

Han Qian said this, don't talk about Han Daoxun, Fan Xicheng was also stunned, he really had ten thousand grievances in his heart, and he couldn't tell it for a while.

What can he say?

Tell that he is loyal and has no intention of usurping the land?

Han Qian said that he deliberately said something like that in public, just because he didn't want them to do something wrong while being excited, he didn't mean to think so.

told that the incident started, was it wrong for the young master Han Qian to privately willfully promise tenants to go into the mountains to hunt?

Han Qian admitted that it was his fault.

Isn't all the responsibility for the whole thing due to Fan Wucheng's complete failure to take the words of the young master Han Qian into account and his eagerness to drive the Zhao family and his son out of the grange?

Fan Xicheng: What else can he say?

Even if he mentioned his resignation at this time, it seemed that he Fan Xicheng ignored the kindness of the head of the family and didn't know what to do.

Han Daoxun also looked at his son in surprise, the stubborn temper that the donkey couldn't pull back, and knew that he had made a mistake at this time?

I don't know how Han Qian changed his sex, Han Daoxun is also full of reprimands, and there is no way to say it in his throat.

As a father, what he hates most about his son is not that he is unlearned, but that he does not repent.

Han Qian knew his mistake and admitted his mistake, and after the incident happened, he knew to make up for it, and did not let things go wrong again and again, what else could Han Daoxun reprimand?

"Look at the good things you've done! You give me a good kneeling and reflection,"

In order to comfort Fan Xicheng, Han Daoxun still made Han Qian continue to kneel there with a straight face, and helped Fan Xicheng up with a look of regret, saying,

"Wu Cheng is a good boy, he has good feelings, and he is talented, I also thought about taking this child under his knees, when something like this happens, my heart hurts and I am not under you......"

Han Qian was still full of doubts about how Fan Wucheng could collude with Yao Xishui to harm him, and after hearing this, he thought that the root cause might be here.

Regardless of whether this is a means for his father Han Daoxun to win people's hearts, if Fan Wucheng had ever heard such words, it would be normal for him to have the delusion that he would replace him after he died of a violent illness, and it is no wonder that there is an irrepressible arrogance in the eyebrows, even if he is not bought by the Evening Red Mansion, he deserves to die.

Although Fan Xicheng was extremely bitter in his heart, and he still had a sense of unease, the head of the family, Han Daoxun, had said this, and he had no way to say anything, after all, the whole thing was still in Wucheng himself.

Even he couldn't bear to admit that the young master Han Qian promised the tenants to enter the mountain, but Wu Cheng couldn't help but breathe this and wanted to drive the Zhao family's father and son away, but he was paralyzed and careless and shot by the young Zhao Wuji.

Fan Xicheng was like a murderer in his early years, his hands were stained with blood, he was old, and his heart was also light, so today he asked the young master Han Qian to toss so much, and he didn't have the intention of avenging his adopted son Fan Wucheng, thinking that maybe Wucheng's life should be like this.

"Wu Cheng is a member of the Han family, after the county government closes the case, you will go and bring his body back and choose a feng shui treasure in the back mountain for burial." Han Do-hoon doesn't want to dwell on Fan Wucheng's matter anymore, but he will also say it.

"Thank you, master." Fan Xicheng said.

"It should be called Zhao Wuji's little rabbit cub, guarding filial piety in front of Wu Cheng's grave, and it can't be too cheap for these untouchables. Otherwise, this thing really doesn't take my Han family seriously! Han Qian knelt on the ground and said.

Han Daoxun didn't want to do much, and after thinking about this matter, he expelled Zhao Laoqi, Zhao Wuji, his father and son, and their families from the grange, but when he heard his son Han Qian say this, he asked Fan Xicheng: "If you think it's okay, then send a letter to Liu Yuan, I believe that he will give me the Han family ...... this face."

Fan Xicheng didn't want to see the Zhao family's father and son again, but the words were all said by the young master Han Qian first, could he still say "no"?

"The old slave took Zhao Kuo and them to the county to bring back Wu Cheng's body." Fan Xicheng said.

"Let's go......" Han Daoxun motioned to Fan Xicheng and them to do things first, and he still had something to say to his son Han Qian.

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Han Qian knelt on his knees and his knees were sore and numb, scolding his mother in his stomach, stealing a glance at his father Han Daoxun frowning under the candlelight, not knowing what worries pressing on his heart, obviously there was something hesitant to say to him.

"The third prince who has just been given the title of Marquis of Linjiang is already thirteen years old, and it is not suitable to live in the palace for a long time, so he will move to live outside the palace at a later date, and the sons of four ministers will also be selected to accompany him to the Marquis of Linjiang's mansion - you will also accompany His Royal Highness to study at that time......," Han Daoxun sighed bitterly and sat in front of the candle and said.

Han Qian was shocked when he heard this, he was very unfamiliar with the matter of the palace, and he also knew that Yao Xishui and the others tried their best to kill him and fake the illusion that he died of a violent illness, it was very likely to be related to this matter, and someone didn't want him to accompany the third prince to study?

Seeing his father Han Daoxun's sad face, Han Qian knew that his father Han Daoxun didn't want him to accompany the third prince to study, because he didn't want him to cause trouble, and the late Red Mansion did his best to create the illusion that he died of a violent illness, obviously not for the sake of his old Han family......

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It is said that the third prince Linjiang Marquis chose the sun to leave the palace, but he has not yet left the palace at this time, Han Qian, as one of the sons of the four ministers appointed by the queen, there is no need to go to the Linjiang Marquis Mansion at this time, and continue to stay in the villa for the time being.

Although Han Qian was unusually surprised that such a thing happened in the villa this time, and he was not so angry that he had angina, Han Daoxun stayed in the villa for three days, and when he returned to the city after Fan Wucheng's funeral, he was still full of worry.

It is often said that accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, and Han Daoxun also has a sense of walking on thin ice in the court, and he has no idea what will happen to Han Qian when he accompanies the third prince Linjianghou.

However, it is a great honor for the minister's son to accompany the prince to study, and there will be a corresponding reward, so naturally Han Daoxun cannot refuse.

Han Qian looked at his father Han Daoxun's carriage, and under the escort of two family soldiers, he swayed and turned out of the mountain road, and he and Fan Xicheng returned to the villa surrounded by Zhao Kuo and other family soldiers.

Han Qian was not complacent about the opportunity to accompany the prince to study.

No matter how arrogant and ignorant he is, he knows that it is really not a good errand to accompany the prince to study.

He hasn't gone to the side of the third prince Linjiang Hou to accompany him, and the forces behind the scenes do not hesitate to use Yao Xishui's chess to poison him, wanting to create the illusion that he died of a violent illness, can this be a good errand?

Compared with this, he would rather flee back to Xuanzhou, be a family member happily, and wait for Emperor Tianyou to die four years later.

However, even if he can push away the drudgery of the prince's accompaniment, the biggest flaw in the deep plot of the late Red Mansion is in him, he escaped from the protection of the soldiers at this time, is it possible for him to escape to Xuanzhou alive?

Of course, Han Qian didn't think to tell his father all this.

Say it, and who will believe it?

Besides, the late Red Mansion dared to calculate the head of the third prince Yang Yuanpu, who knows how powerful the forces behind them are and how deep the layout is?

At this time, exposing and poking all this out, who knows if they will be forced to jump over the wall in a hurry and kill him and his father?

Han Qian resisted the urge to call out to his father and confide everything.

Seeing Fan Xicheng riding a thin horse towards the villa in front, he was so depressed that he felt like he had a serious illness, and his spirit was much worse than before, Han Qian's expression was slightly lifted, and he thought of a sentence from the dream world: "Fighting with people is endless fun; Fight with the sky, and the fun is endless......"

There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the late Red Mansion is a ruthless character, and it is also a person.

At the moment, Han Qian didn't care what Fan Xicheng would think in his heart, so he directly asked Zhao Kuo to accompany him to the back mountain.

After the villa, through a dense forest with narrow roads and steep terrain, the terrain is slightly more open, a slope is enclosed in a col, and a new tomb stands alone under a century-old tree that is enough for two people to hug.

A simple thatched hut was built next to the grave, and the young Zhao Wuji sat in the thatched hut with a proud expression, and the black cloud bow was crossed in front of his knees.

A thin girl in linen clothes was packing up the dishes that the young Zhao Wuji had eaten cleanly into a bamboo basket, and when she saw Han Qian and Zhao Kuo coming up the mountain, the girl boldly looked at this side several times, and only lowered her head when Han Qian and they approached.

"......" Han Qian glanced at Zhao Wuji's sister.

Although they lowered their heads, they were below, and they could see Zhao Ting'er's palm-sized little face, as clean as a mountain spring, under the long eyelashes, the eyes were as agile as the stars in the night sky, it was hard to imagine that there could be such a beautiful color between the mountains and fields - it was too thin, and the body was too thin, so that it looked a little unsightly.

Of course, Han Qian also wondered if he had been in the villa for too long before he felt that the mountain girl was actually quite good.

The young Zhao Wuji stood up, holding the black cloud bow and was about to kneel in front of Han Qian to thank him for saving his life.

"You can't kneel in your heart, and you're not a person who bows your head and kneels, so why embarrass yourself?" Han Qian smiled and asked the young Zhao Wuji to stand there and speak.

The young Zhao Wuji's eyes showed gratitude, and he handed over the black cloud bow: "My father said that this bow is too valuable, and Wuji shouldn't accept such a heavy gift from the young master?" ”

"Your father probably said that this bow is ominous, if it weren't for this bow, it wouldn't have caused such a disaster, right?"

Han Qian smiled in his heart, and said with his hand,

"If it weren't for this bow, even if you weren't sent to the county government for punishment, you would have been driven out of the grange and displaced, are you really willing?"

"......" The young man Zhao Wuji looked up at Han Qian, his pupils were slightly confused, but no one noticed that the pupils of the girl Zhao Ting'er looking at the ground were burning and shining at this moment.

"If you think that your family deserves to be driven out, you will return this black cloud bow to me. If you are unwilling in your heart, then you will leave this black cloud bow, and if any evil slave dares to take away the place where your father, son, and sister stand in the future, you can use this bow to kill them! Han Qian said.

When the young Zhao Wuji heard Han Qian's words, his eyes became firm, and a pair of hands that were still a little immature grasped the Black Cloud Bow tighter.

Hearing Han Qian's words, Zhao Kuo sighed in his heart, the young master of the secret path really intended to kill Fan Wucheng by the hand of the young Zhao Wuji from the beginning, and he was really blinded before.

Seeing the young master Han Qian turn around and look over, Zhao Kuo lowered his head to avoid the fierce eyes of the young master Han Qian, who could kill.

"Zhao Kuo, you go down first, I will teach Zhao Wuji an arrow trick." Han Qian said to Zhao Kuo.

"Yes!" Zhao Kuo bowed humbly and retreated to the mountains and forests below, but he did not leave too far, as a sign that he also had to do his duty to protect the young master Han Qian.

"I can't do archery, but I have a good master who taught me an archery trick when I was young, I can't practice any superb archery skills, it may be useful to pass it on to you," Han Qian said, and then taught the young Zhao Wuji the archery trick that the old Taoist taught him when he was in Chuzhou, "With the bow in front of him with both hands, the towering wasteland is set up, and the frame is like a full moon, the large shape is full and round, the spirit is calm, and the whole body is turbulent and circulating......

Han Qian has been abandoned for too long, no matter how powerful Shi Gongquan and this arrow technique are, he has no luxury of hoping to become the top powerhouse in the world in three or four years.

And if the young Zhao Wuji in front of him can really be used for himself, he may be more trustworthy than Fan Xicheng and Zhao Kuo.

"I want you to keep filial piety in front of Fan Wucheng's grave, it's not that others want to humiliate you with this, in fact, this is what I proposed, and you shouldn't even be unable to bear this humiliation. You have the patience to ponder archery skills here, and I will teach you Shi Gongquan in a few days," Han Qian said, "Besides, are you illiterate?" ”

"I don't know!" The young Zhao Wuji said.

"It's not possible to be illiterate," Han Qian touched his chin and said, "Literacy doesn't require much profundity, but you need to be able to read through the book—so let's do it, I will stay in the villa for a few days, and these days, you come down the mountain to the East Courtyard every morning, and I will teach you to read." If someone dares to stop you, you know how. ”

"The young master's order, Mowgli will never dare or forget." The young Zhao Wuji said firmly.

Han Qian nodded with satisfaction, then said goodbye to Zhao Ting'er and Zhao Wuji's sisters and brothers, and went down the mountain with dignity.