Nearly October, the last hot wind of summer dissipated, the earth was a little desolate, the autumn wind was blowing, the slightly yellowed leaves danced, with the melancholy and anxiety in his heart, Liu Yan drove back to the country of Suchuan.

On the way, two thoughts in his heart were fighting, fighting violently, as if he was about to split his skull in half, and he was distraught.

One is to confess, directly explain the facts to the king of Sugawa, and bear the punishment and the consequences that will be faced.

One is to be lucky, not to say anything, when there is no such thing.

It is said that Wei Juan has a generous temperament and is cautious, and he has almost never offended people after being an official for so many years, and he will probably not argue with others this time as before.

But if he doesn't confess, in case Wei Wan comes to the real thing, he will directly go to the emperor and ask the guilt, the facts are in front of him, and King Suchuan will not even have a chance to save him.

When he went out, he was high-spirited, scolded Fang Xuan, and hated to drive the gold and silver car to fly into the sky, and be the heron eagle soaring into the world.

When I came home, I was languid and discouraged, like the eggplant that had been beaten by frost, wilted.

But Liu Buxian is not as worried as he is.

When I first heard about Wei Juan's name, Liu Buxian was also very afraid, after all, the emperor only issued an edict stipulating that the car ride should meet the identity, and you will commit a crime against the wind.

But halfway through the road, he suddenly remembered that his father, King Hejian and Wei Juan had a great relationship and had a great friendship.

"Historical Records: The Biography of Uncle Zhang of Wanshi": Lang Guan is punished, and he is often guilty of it, and he will not fight with him; Meritorious, often let him be. He thought he was honest, and he was faithful without other intestines, but he worshiped Juan as the prince of the river.

Wei Juan was the teacher of his father King Hejian in his early years, although many years have passed since this incident, and Wei Juan has also changed from the original Xiaolang official to a hot minister of the Han Dynasty, but the old love should still be there, right?

Thinking like this, Liu Buxian rushed all the way back to Hejian Kingdom, and ran to Rihua Palace to find his father Liu De for help as soon as possible.

Rihua Palace was built by Liu De, this is a book collector, the purpose of building this palace is to seek books, recruit talents, sort out ancient books, carry out academic research, has become the Confucian research center of the Han Dynasty, there are 800 Confucian students, all come here to read books.

Dressed in a green robe, the long hair is neatly tied on the top of the head, set in the delicate white jade hair crown, the handsome face is shining under the rays of sunlight from the top of the palace, it looks warm as jade, a pair of slender and clean hands are sorting out the classics on the bookcase, the seriousness and Confucian temperament, people are intoxicated.

If Han Yan is here, he will definitely be amazed, damn, if Lao Tzu has Liu De's appearance and temperament, he can definitely kill any star and Internet celebrity in seconds......

"Awn." Liu Buxian didn't bother to respond to the Confucian scholars in the palace who saluted him, and hurriedly ran in.

"What kind of system?" Liu De didn't look at him, just stood quietly next to the bookcase, holding the "Zuo Biography" that he had just copied by hand again, as if he was speculating on which category it should belong to.

"Ah Weng, help......" Liu Buxian cried with a sad face, bowed his head on all fours, and began to cry miserably. attracted the frequent attention of the Confucian students in the palace, and most of them were interested in leaving the palace quickly after a glance out of the corner of their eyes.

Liu De ignored it, just put "Zuo Chuan" into the bookcase, took out another bamboo slip, flipped through it and said: "In the Analects * Township Party, it is said that Confucius's friend died, and there were no relatives to restrain him. Confucius said that I will handle the funeral. ”

After saying it quite meaningfully, he still ignored Liu Buxian, held the bamboo slips and walked to the middle of the palace, where there were rows of parallel straw mats, and there was a pomp and circumstance for sitting and discussing the Tao in the school palace, so he found a mat casually, sorted out his clothes, picked up his robe and knelt down, and began to read the bamboo slips carefully.

Liu Buxian is directly confused, although he knows that his father has a weak temperament, loves books like his life, and often plays the unfathomable trick of "I am very Taoist", but he never thought that your sister-in-law had a big disaster, are you still so calm?

"Aweng, you have to save me." Liu Buxian bowed his head deeply, and cried sadly with his head against the ground.

It's really crying, thinking that if Dad doesn't save his life, then Wei Juan will definitely report to the emperor, and the consequences are unbearable. If it is light, it will kill the head, and if it is heavy, the car will be cracked, and if it is serious, you can even go online and say that this matter is a vain attempt to rebel, and you want to compare with the emperor, otherwise what are you doing in a gold and silver car, and you are still flying on the emperor's galloping road.

Liu De was unmoved, but reminded calmly: "Confucius's friend died, why did he do the funeral for his friend?" ”

"......" Liu Bu hurt a handful of snot and tears, the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, how could he still have the heart to think about your nonsense, and said directly: "The child doesn't know." ”

Liu De put down the bamboo slip and faced Liu Buxian, who was kneeling on the ground, his face was still gentle, and said: "Because Confucius is responsible." Although you don't have your hair tied and you are still young, you are also a character who dares to sit on the emperor's frame, and you have to learn to bear it when you get into trouble, instead of crying your nose here with me. ”

"Ah Weng, the child can't bear it."

"Oh?" Liu De was stunned, and finally couldn't hold the shelf.

The atmosphere of the entire Nikka Palace suddenly froze, like the Dead Sea. Outside the palace, there was a sudden gust of wind, and the wind swept the ground with the stumps and hazy dust, swirled above the ground for a while, and slammed into the palace, blowing a mess, dusty, and scattered all over the sky, like the end of the world.

Liu Buxi felt that something had collapsed in his heart, and the wind blew his long hair loose, and then poured into his sweaty neck, making him feel very cold.

"Ah Weng, in fact, it's not that serious, I offended an acquaintance, you have an old relationship with him, as long as you come forward to mediate, he will definitely not hold me accountable."

"Who is it?"

"Imperial Doctor, Wei Juan."

"You were seen by him in a gold and silver cart?"

"This ......" Liu Buxian raised his head, looked at his father and said: "He also drove on the special road of His Majesty, and then splashed Wei Juan's carriage with mud, staining his black flag ......"

"......" Liu De was suffocated and short-breathed, and suddenly picked up the bamboo slips on the desk, rolled them into a roll, and whipped them hard at the back of Liu Buxian's head.

"Dog guts! Dog guts! Dog guts ......"

Liu Buxiao's head was pumped to the ground, and he insisted on his only temper with his neck, trying to endure the sharp pain from his brain.

After smoking for a while, Liu De finally got a little tired, and angrily slapped the bamboo slip on the desk, still unrelieved, and scolded the "dog thing" before saying: "In the past, Lian was guilty of Jing Plea, and then there was Liang King Liu Wu who assassinated the minister of the court, and he was guilty of Jing to his father. ”

After a pause, seeing that Liu Buxian was still kneeling and didn't understand, he kicked up, and his voice was like a lion's roar: "Why don't you go and carry the thorn strip for me?" ”

"Wow......" Liu Buxian was so frightened that he was so frightened that he crawled out of the palace.

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Trespassing is a big or small issue, and if it is too big, you can say that you are "deliberate", and you can go online and say that the matter is a rebellion.

If you use an "unintentional" to say that things are unintentional mistakes, you can use other excuses to help you wipe the mud and get by.

The law is dead, people are alive, and the strength of its enforcement depends on the mood of the people.

Han said that he didn't see Liu Yan and Liu Buharm at the end of the car, and after a little thought, it became clear that these two people also understood that they were in trouble.

After all, Wei Juan's bus is so obvious on the galloping road, even if you concentrate on driving the horse, there is always a flash of light in the corner of your eye.

splashed a cart of mud on the carriage of the three princes of the dynasty, and washed the imperial doctor himself with sludge, tsk......

Thinking of this, Han Shuo really couldn't hide the schadenfreude in his heart.

Bow High Marquis.

As soon as the leaves fall, the yellowing leaves dance in the bleak autumn wind, bringing a breeze to the people working under the ancient city walls.

As the sun sets, the autumn sun standing on the top of the mountain is like a mighty god of war, shaking off the blood-stained robe, splashing in the grass, seeping into the Zhanghe River, with countless ripples, whimpering towards the end of the line of sight.

It is the living habit of the common people of the Han Dynasty to work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and as soon as the carpenter and others see the sunset, they quickly pack up their tools and go home before dark.

Keel waterwheels came out, but each waterwheel could only irrigate six or seven hundred acres of fields along the river, and Han Yudang's private fields were more than that, so the carpenter couldn't be idle.

Papermaking is a chore, Han Yan's first piece of paper succeeded very early, but the color of the paper is no different from wood, it is black, the surface is quite rough, although it can also be written with a brush, but the dipping effect is not good, and there is a long way to go to make white paper for later generations.

In the feudal era, there was no bleach, so it could only be bleached with sunlight, Han Yan calculated, the production cycle was expected to take about a year, and he had to use inferior paper first.

As he was thinking about it, he saw smoke and dust at the end of the wilderness, and two black dots that were speeding up were approaching rapidly, and it was only when they got close that they saw that they were two black horses.

The driver was wearing a silk brocade robe that was obviously one size smaller, and the mud on his head had seeped into the roots of his hair, and the black mud was wrapped in his hair, dried and solidified, emitting bursts of peculiar smells, and his face was full of black stains that could not be wiped clean......

Han Yan covered the sun with his hands, looked at it intently, and said secretly, "I'm a good girl, isn't this my cheap teacher Wei Juan, how did it get like this?" ”

As soon as he saw that it was him, Han Yan's heart moved, and he instantly understood the cause and effect, the minister sent by the emperor to check the keel waterwheel was Wei Wan......

"Han Yan visits the teacher." Stand under the city wall, press your left hand and hide your right hand in your sleeve, raise your hand to increase your forehead, bow 90 degrees and get up, and at the same time raise your eyebrows again with your hand before putting it down.

"Hmph." Wei Juan was in a very bad mood, he didn't bother to pay attention to it, he just snorted coldly, glanced at the humble workshop under the city wall, and whipped his horse and walked towards the city, first find a wine house to clean up the filth.

There were soldiers waiting at the gate of the city, and Wei Juan should have been allowed to enter the door only after showing the message, but when he saw him driving Han Yan's carriage, he looked like I was very awesome, looked at each other, and didn't dare to stop him.

Wei Wan was not happy, Han Yan would not touch his brows, but just called it a day slowly, put the papermaking tools in order, and chatted with the carpenter and returned to the city slowly.

"Yan Shizi, most of the fiefdoms of the Hou Ye are on the banks of the river, I have calculated, and I have to build about five keel waterwheels."

"Your Majesty has sent a minister to inspect our waterwheel, and you will be responsible for explaining it when the time comes." After a pause, he said: "During this time, you often observe my pulp and paper making, do you see some doorways?" ”

"Yan Shizi doesn't seem to be very happy with the paper, I guess it's too rough and it's a little difficult to write on it."

"Yes, what I want is white paper and rice paper, but our manufacturing process is problematic, and the technology needs to be improved, starting tomorrow, you will put down the work of the keel waterwheel and let others do it, you will help me study the paper, and when you master the essence, I will give you this job."

"This ......" The carpenter paused, and quickly followed Han Yan's footsteps, knowing in his heart that he had been entrusted with a heavy task, and even handed over a cash cow to him.

In fact, the Han Dynasty has had paper for a long time, mainly made of hemp, it is said to go through the processing process of cutting, steaming, pounding and copying, etc., the manufacturing process is quite low, resulting in a very low output of paper, exclusively for the use of emperors and nobles, and the price of paper on the market is expensive, comparable to gold.

If you can make white paper and rice paper, it is a trivial matter to spend a lot of money. The thought of such a large project made the carpenter feel a little trembling in his heart......

"Questions?" Seeing that he didn't reply, Han Yan turned his head and asked.

"Villain, thank you for Yan Shizi's attention." The carpenter was genuinely afraid.

"These small money are used to settle my family, improve my life, follow me, and enjoy endless glory and wealth in the future." Han Yan took out a handful of golden pills from the middle of his collar, handed it out casually, and walked towards the Gong Gaohou Mansion without looking back. The chic and extravagant spirit of spending money made the carpenter intoxicated and fascinated.

In the room, Xi'er had already prepared dinner, porridge, steamed cakes, eggs, and rarely, beef.

Recently, a cow died in the Marquis of Gonggao, and the people had to report it to the government first, and the county would inspect it and hand over the dead cow. This cow will be transported directly to the Gonggaohou Mansion, where Han Yandang will buy it at his expense, and then the government will issue a new cow to supply the people.

Therefore, ordinary people can't see beef at all, and if you don't have a title and official position, even if you have money, your living standard will not improve.

Before the meal, Han Yan thought about it, the ancients talked about etiquette first, Wei Juan came, and he had to treat others as a disciple, otherwise some people would say that you were a rude villager and didn't understand etiquette.

"Find someone to help me invite Wei Juan, and say that the disciple Han Yan will hold a banquet at home and invite the teacher to appreciate the light."

"Whoa." Xi'er saluted and went out.

After a while, the guards of the Hou Mansion came to report, and Wei Juan said something, but no one was seen.

Han Yan was relieved, and took a sip of the porridge, which was very mouthful, and there were a lot of slags in it.

In ancient times, it was not easy to clean the rice, so the millet had to be pounded in a stone mortar, the husk was removed first, and then sieved over and over again. The pestle was quite heavy, so there was a punishment called a punishment.

The steamed cake was the same, it was so rough that it couldn't be done, and he ate a few bites, and when he was chewing, Han Yan was stunned.

Xi'er stood beside him, most of the time with his head down, he was kneeling, so he could detect Xi'er's expression and gaze.

It's about that the beef is too fragrant, and there is often saliva floating from top to bottom in Xi'er's throat, and her eyes are also in a trance, occasionally carefully glancing at the steaming beef leg with the corner of her eye, and she quickly lowered her eyebrows, trying to hide her greed.

Han Yan laughed when he saw it, and deliberately picked up the beef leg and gnawed it, although the taste was very inferior, except for the salty and salty taste, it was not fragrant at all, but back to Dahan, it would be good to have beef to eat.

"Gollum ......" It was not clear whether the stomach or throat was ringing, and a distinct cry came from Xi'er's body, echoing in the empty room.

Han Yan's chewing mouth paused when he heard the sound, and then he began to chirp again, until the small half of the beef leg was almost gnawed, and only a little shredded meat was left with the cow bones, and then he put the bones on the plate and ordered, "Take it." ”

"Whoa." Xi'er cleaned up the desk as soon as possible, and her movements were as fast as a wolf, so as to hide her weakness and embarrassment.

Just when Xi'er was about to go out with a plate, Han Yan said again: "I'll go to the toilet, I won't be able to come back for a while, you can help me tidy up the room." ”

"Whoa." Xi'er responded.

When Han Yan went out, she made the bed as fast as she could, swept the floor, and then closed the door and hid behind the door with a plate.

Swallowing his saliva deeply, he cautiously glanced out of the door, and when he was sure that there was no one, he stretched out his tongue to lick the shredded flesh on the cow bones, and his bright eyes were bent into crescent moons, like a kitten that had been hungry for a long time......