Many people were visiting the village in the evening. At least 20 people witnessed the incident of hurting people at Four Seasons Villa. In other words, at least 20 people heard the drunken Lian Xin say, "You are the prince and I am the emperor." These words.
It has to be said that this guy's BUF is really stacked up, so he deserves to cause a big disaster.
First, he floated.
Secondly, he drank too much.
Everyone knows that Four Seasons Villa is the property of Han You, the emperor's personal army commander. Recently, Young Master Han has been very popular and famous.
Lian Xin came. His friend asked him to come and said he could get a 50% discount.
It doesn't matter if I give you 50% or 50% off, the main thing is to save face, and what I want is a different treatment. Everyone is afraid of Han You, but not only am I not afraid, he also has to please me.
When I saw that it was really a 50% discount, I was ready to send my letter.
He went to a gambling house to gamble and borrow money at will, and he was completely lost.
Suddenly he saw a woman, the type of mature woman he liked, and he became obsessed with her.
If you go up there, you will redeem the young lady's life and stalk her to death.
This young lady happened to be the person in charge of the "catering department", so she took him to the restaurant after thinking about it. She had the best dishes and the most expensive wines, so she could earn some commission.
Who knew this guy couldn't drink enough.
He was already drifting and drunk, and with the beauty activating the passive skill of dog-licking, the staff of the villa gave him "special treatment". After all the BUFFs were stacked, he went crazy.
People can't be crazy, and God will stop them from being crazy.
A wine glass was thrown out, and the young prince who was playing ball with Lu Baichuan was hit. He cursed angrily, and Lian Xin, who was full of BUFFs and had no reason to speak, in front of so many people, said something that could put him to death. , words that put his whole family to death.
By the time Han You arrived at the place and saw the boy, Lian Xin was already lying in the woodshed like mud and fast asleep, tied up like a drunken heroine in an izakaya.
Lu Baichuan laughed. It wasn't that he wanted to take action, but that it was unbearable to do otherwise.
"Let him sleep. No need to wake him up. Come to me when he is completely awake."
After Han You made an explanation, he went to look for Zhou Yan, wanting to know whether the young prince was seriously injured.
As a result, when Zhou Yan was found, the boy was lying in Yu Qi's arms applying medicine.
Yuqi, whose eyes were blue, concentrated on her work without distracting thoughts.
It is worth mentioning that no young lady in the villa can "seduce" the young prince. This is what Han You specifically explained. Not only the young ladies, but also everyone can not approach the young prince with ulterior motives, flatter him, and Quyi. Flattery and the like, catch one and beat them up, break the dog's legs directly, and then get out of the villa, regardless of gender.
Therefore, except for the palace guards and a few small bosses, everyone else avoided the young prince like a snake or a scorpion. Even the small bosses were not willing to talk to the young prince.
Only, only Lu Baichuan, this guy asked Zhou Yan to play football whenever he had nothing to do, and he had a great time playing with one player and the other as the goalkeeper.
It's not that Lu Baichuan deliberately flattered Zhou Yan and asked him to play football. The main reason was that he couldn't play with others, so he could find a sense of presence on the twelve-year-old Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan didn't hear the footsteps when Han You entered the house, and he was bragging about Na and Yuqi.
The general meaning is that he grew up in the army as a child and was used to seeing battles. He became lonely after becoming a prince in Beijing. He found his life direction after meeting his husband. He extorted money and flirted with porcelain. He went to a brothel and spent a lot of money. I have also participated in tax inspections and arrests for important matters in the court, and today I passed by the Lord of Hell and walked in front of the gate of hell. I have been confused all my life. When I look back, I am only twelve years old.
Yuqi didn't know what to say. Xiao Bizai had more experiences going down the hillside than his father.
Han You stood at the door and didn't open his mouth to speak. Suddenly he felt that Zhou Yan didn't seem to be bragging. In one-fifth of his life, this kid has indeed seen more things than an ordinary person in a lifetime.
Han You cleared his throat, Zhou Yan turned his head, jumped down and saluted, and called "Mr." with a playful smile.
Looking intently at Zhou Yan's forehead, Han You breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he came early. If he had come a little later, the wound would have healed.
After rubbing Zhou Yan's head, Han You asked: "Why don't you go to the stadium in the west to play football? Why don't you go to the restaurant to play?"
"General Lu brought me there. He said that he was staring at a person who didn't even have a letter, and he wanted to play cowhide football, so he took the students to play next to the restaurant."
Han You's face darkened, and he turned back to look at Lu Baichuan: "Brother, when I enter the palace in a few days, I want to give you back."
Lu Baichuan was confused: "Go back?"
"Seven days without any reason to return the goods... No, seven months without any reason to return the goods. This is the iron rule among us merchants. I am both the emperor's personal soldier and a merchant. Therefore, as a merchant, I want to return you to your majesty. , you don’t need to protect me anymore.”
Lu Baichuan asked miserably: "Why?"
"Because there is no reason to return the product within seven months. This is my right!"
"I'm asking why you want to retire?"
"Because you are Der, you are idle, you are second."
"Is it because of these reasons?"
"That's right."
Lu Baichuan smiled: "Isn't there a reason? There is no reason to return the goods within seven months. If you have a reason, you can't return it."
After finishing speaking, Lu Baichuan, who was holding the cowhide ball, waved happily towards Zhou Yan: "Let's go play football."
Han You: "..."
Just as he was about to curse, Zhu Shang ran over: "My boss, Mr. Huang, the left minister of the Ministry of War, is here. He went to your yard and is waiting for you."
"Is Da Lao Huang here?"
Han You's eyes lit up: "Prepare some wine and food to send over, good wine and good food."
After finishing speaking, Han You was too lazy to talk to Dachuan'er and hurried towards the small courtyard.
Since his debut, Da Lao Huang has helped him many times, overtly and covertly, but he hasn't had a chat or reached any consensus yet. The last time they met, they left without saying goodbye.
When Han You returned to the Bamboo House, Huang Youwei, wearing a Confucian robe, was admiring calligraphy and painting with his hands behind his back.
They were all painted by the latter when Han You and Boss Zhou were having a bad temper. Wang Hai felt that hanging his own calligraphy alone was too monotonous, so he just hung the Emperor's paintings together to make the show more impressive.
If others don't recognize Boss Zhou's paintings, how can Huang Youwei not recognize them?
I just took a casual look at it, but I was shocked when I saw it.
He knew that Han Youjian was in the emperor's heart, but he didn't expect that the relationship between the two people was not as simple as a monarch and a minister. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were close friends. Just take a look at those paintings. They gave people goosebumps. They even painted mandarin ducks. On.
Or it could be said that boss Zhou often shows his charming eyes to blind people. As for his paintings, the Han family and his son can't understand them at all, but Huang Youwei can understand them. Not only can he understand them, but he can also roughly understand that boss Zhou is a bit hard to lick. Han You meant that.
"Brother Huang."
Han You walked in and shouted with a playful smile.
Huang Youwei turned his head, dumbfounded. He used to be as good as brother Han Bairen in the army, but now he is a generation shorter for no reason.
But then I thought about those paintings again. The emperor and Han You were brothers, so he was not at a disadvantage.
Han You asked: "Brother Huang is here for Lian Wenxi's son Lian Xin?"
"You're just a little kid worth mentioning. There's no need for me to go out to the city at night to look for you."
Huang Youwei sat down, without being polite, grabbed the teapot and poured himself a cup of cold tea, and got straight to the point.
"Today in the court, His Majesty suddenly mentioned that he studied in the army. Do you know the reason?"
Han You didn't react for a moment and shook his head.
"It's strange and strange that His Majesty's words and deeds have profound meanings. In addition to the matter of studying, he also mentioned the scientific examination of Confucian students in the world. The scientific examination follows the system of the previous dynasty, which has many disadvantages. It seems to be an unintentional statement..."
Han You slapped his thigh: "Oh, I understand. Regarding the matter of the Imperial College, we are taking it in advance, for fear that it will be revealed in the future."
"What is the meaning of the Dongchuang Incident, and what does it have to do with the Imperial College?"
Han You didn't hold anything back and told everything about the old academic officers.
After hearing this, even the experienced Huang Youwei was really shocked.
"I see."
Huang Youwei's complexion changed, and his originally calm face began to become congested.
"My nephew, no, Brother Han, no, Brother Han..."
Huang You's eyes shone, and he said cautiously: "Can Master Duan's handwritten copy of "Wei Liao Zi" on the Art of War be... can I all take a look at it?"
"I don't want it either." Han You shrugged.
Huang Youwei immediately became angry and cursed angrily: "Idiot, you don't even want the essence of the art of war, so what do you want!"
"I want fifty strings."
Huang Youwei: “…”
