Chapter 169: Contact
Han Ke's face was full of surprise and admiration.
It turns out that the little uncle can not only climb trees to avoid being beaten, but also dare to reason with his grandfather!
It's amazing!
"And then?" Han Ke couldn't help but ask, "Later, did my uncle go to the Zhuang Mansion to apologize and make amends?" ”
"Later, ah......" Han Qian smiled helplessly, and was about to answer, when he saw a chief hurriedly coming to report with Yang Zhong.
"Master, Zhuang said that he had something important to see."
Han Qian frowned and asked, "What is he here for?" ”
Han Ke also looked over in surprise.
Zhuang Xian, the famous reviewer, is now serving as a reviewer in the Hanlin Academy, and is the eldest grandson of Zhuang Han, the secretary of the ministry.
It's really Cao Cao, Cao Cao.
Yang Zhong bowed and replied: "Master Zhuang only said that the matter is urgent and must be told in person. ”
Han Qian frowned, got up and said, "Take him to the front hall and wait, I'll go over now." ”
Yang Zhong bowed down and answered "yes" and went to do it immediately.
Han Ke saw that his grandfather had something to do, so he naturally didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he stood up and gave him away.
But as soon as Han Qian walked away, he immediately pestered his grandmother Meng Shi and asked, "Grandmother, did your uncle go to the Zhuang Mansion to apologize later?" ”
Meng Shi took the eldest grandson in his arms and said with a smile: "Of course I went."
"Your grandfather sent a guardian to climb the tree fence, directly dragged the person down, and after beating him with his own hands, he immediately escorted him to the Zhuang Mansion to apologize."
"Ahh Han Ke was surprised and disappointed, "Fighting is a matter of two people, how can you blame my uncle alone?" ”
Meng Shi smiled: "So, later, Lord Zhuang also took Lord Zhuang to our house to apologize."
"Whether it is our Han family or their Zhuang family, they are all century-old families of poetry and rites and eunuchs, and they pay attention to the word 'ceremony' in everything, so what's the matter with a fight?"
Meng Shi saw the yearning on the expression of the eldest grandson, and specially reminded him, lest his family raise another lawless grandson.
"Yes, my grandson knows." Han Ke slumped his head and answered obediently.
Meng nodded with satisfaction.
In the end, he is the heir of the family who has been strictly raised since childhood, no matter how much he longs for it in his heart, he can always distinguish the priority.
It's like that bastard boy, who has not heard from him for more than a year since he left, and he is not afraid of the people at home worrying at all......
"Grandmother, you said that Master Zhuang came to find his grandfather, what is the matter?" Han Ke asked curiously.
Originally, he didn't pay much attention to this little uncle Zhuang, but the other party actually fought with the chic and unruly little uncle, so he couldn't help but care a little more.
Meng shook his head and smiled: "I think it should be a matter of officialdom, let's not worry about it." ”
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"Master Zhuang Xiao's words, why can't the old man understand it." Han Qian frowned and looked at Zhuang Xian, "Xiao'er sent you a letter, and asked you to teach the old man how to write a letter to contact?" ”
He Han moved from a scholarly family, and during the scientific examination, he explored flowers in high school, and he was able to write all kinds of articles and poems at his fingertips, so could it be that he couldn't write letters, and he needed a fledgling kid to teach him hand in hand?
Don't you have nothing to do, and you came to find him happy!
Zhuang Xian looked at Han Qian's impatience with a look of neuropathy, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
He knew it was going to be like this!
This account, he must have to settle it with Han Yan when he looks back!
Fortunately, in order to prevent leakage of the news, he specially implored Han Qian to dismiss everyone in the hall, there were only him and Han Qian in the front hall at this time, and he was not afraid of being seen with such a humiliating appearance.
Seeing this, Zhuang Xian had to tell the story from beginning to end, as it was.
From the fight between him and Han Yan because of a narrow road, to the dissatisfaction of being escorted by the fathers of both sides to apologize to each other, to the private fight almost found out by the family, to the secret communication method that appeared in the discussion......
1510, according to the truth.
Hearing that the young son actually did so many things behind his back and Zhuang Xian in order to make an appointment, Han Qian was shocked, angry and helpless.
It really looks like that bastard would do something.
Han Qian took a sip of tea, relieved himself, and asked with his eyebrows: "Lord Zhuang is saying that Xiao'er is now in Liaodong?" ”
Zhuang Xian saw that Han Qian finally stopped treating him as a neuropath, let out a long breath, nodded and replied: "The letter was brought to the capital by a caravan from Xiushui Hezi Town in Kangping County, Liaodong Prefecture, and I think Brother Han should be around there." ”
"Liaodong Mansion, ah......" Han Qian silently recalled the local situation in his heart, his brows furrowed, and he was puzzled.
Liaodong is the station of Zhu Kun, the prince of Zhenguo, Zhu Kun is loyal and patriotic, brave and upright, and strict in governing the army, so Liaodong is relatively stable and peaceful compared to other northern borders bordering Wara.
It stands to reason that the youngest son is all-rounded in civil and military affairs, alert and vigilant, and it should not be that something has happened, he has to be trapped in the local area, or even have to go incognito, and he does not dare to write directly to go home for help.
But if that wasn't the case, why did he choose to use a secret communication method that only he and Zhuang Xian knew? even asked Zhuang Xian to inform him in order to get in touch with his family in the same way?
Han Qian's heart suddenly hung in the air.
"Master Zhuang, dare to ask Xiao'er if there is anything unusual mentioned in the letter?" Han Qian asked anxiously, "For example, he is now controlled by others, and it is inconvenient for him to communicate with outsiders?" ”
He's already lost a daughter, but he can't afford to lose another son!
Seeing this, Zhuang Xian hurriedly waved his hand and replied, "No, no." In addition to specially asking the juniors to inform Lord Han of the way of communication, only the location of the letter was changed. Lord Han don't have to worry. ”
This is also what he can't figure out.
Since Han Yan has not encountered danger and is inconvenient to communicate with the outside world, why not send a letter to his family to report his safety?
"So the younger generation dared to guess that maybe the reason why Brother Han specially explained it was related to your mansion." Zhuang Xian pondered.
Only in this way can it be explained.
As the saying goes, "if you care, you will be chaotic".
At this time, knowing that his young son was worry-free for the time being, Han Qian calmed down and thought about it, Zhuang Xian was indeed right.
But what can we do that we can't tell outsiders, but only know through this special means of communication?
Han Qian thought about it for a long time, but he didn't have a clue, so he could only put away his thoughts for the time being and deal with the current matter first.
"Thank you, little Zhuang, for your hard work." Han Qian got up and thanked him solemnly, "Please also ask Master Zhuang to teach me." ”
Zhuang Xian hurriedly got up to avoid it, waved his hand again and again, and said: "Lord Han is really tormenting the juniors, don't dare to be, don't dare to be." ”
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By the time Han Qian's letter was sent from Yuji Teahouse all the way to Wang Ji Ma Xingbai's hands, the time sequence had already entered November.
Bai Qi took the letter, looked at the heavy snow outside, thought about it, said to the shopkeeper, put on a coat, brought the mount, turned over and jumped on, all the way to the badger village. 2k reading web