Zhen'an Hou wants to kill his wife and children?

Han Jiang racked his brains and couldn't understand this truth.

Qian Kuan picked up the people and brought them to Han Jiang for a look, then sent the four of them out and walked to Han Jiang: "Little Langjun, there is another thing. Mr. Hou did not originally have the surname Li, but was under the command of the third general. He was all fleeing south at that time. Once, the imperial edict was written incorrectly and Li was written as Li, so Mr. Hou had his surname Li. I don't know if this was useful to Mr. Xiao."

The third general Qian Kuan mentioned was Liu Guangshi, who was later known as the four generals of ZTE.

Han Jiang asked: "Why tell me this?"

Qian Kuan replied directly: "The person who licks blood from the knife is just to have a happy time. The young man is in love with his appetite."

"That side?"

"I am cruel enough, generous enough, and brave enough. I'm afraid that my little husband is not the only surname in Han."

Han Jiang laughed: "I guessed halfway through it. My surname is Han, but it has nothing to do with the Han Mansion before."

"Young man, please give me some instructions if you want to fight for wealth."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

"The little one is leaving." Qian Kuan, no matter what he was called before, now he has chosen a new name for himself, and he is called Qian Kuan.

Han Jiang leaned on the back of the chair and patted her face gently.

From Qian Kuan's words, the most amazing thing is that Zhen'an Hou asked someone to kill his two sons before he died. This matter was too evil. What's even more evil is that Li Xing's uncle's family killed him and seized his family property. This news was completely misled and everyone was fake.

There was another Han family that had not found out at all, and Liu Rui, the younger brother of the famous general Liu Qi, participated in it.

Han Jiang suddenly felt that his IQ was not enough.

But it is not difficult. You may know the answer by seeing this Liu Rui.

But Han Jiang was a little scared.

What if Liu Rui wants to kill him?

Han Jiang sat on the chair for no reason, but Han Si had come in three times. Seeing that Han Jiang was thinking, he didn't dare to disturb him, he silently retreated.

It was half an hour later that Han Si entered the fourth time.

"Shaojun, there is something important."

"speak."

"Mr. Qian ordered that Brother Jiang write poems with plum blossoms."

"Don't write." Han Jiang refused without directness.

Don’t be funny when writing poetry. Just be at your own level, don’t be able to write it. Even if you write it, you can still make people beat you up.

Han Si advised again: "Shaojun, it's not appropriate to refuse this matter."

Han Jiang was helpless: "I'm not good at poetry."

Han Si advised him for the third time: "Shaojun, please think twice."

Han Jiang slapped the table hard: "Han Si, I am really not good at poetry. Now I feel confused and can't calm down to compile a poem."

Han Si sighed slightly and was about to quit. Han Jiang said, "I know, it's right for you to persuade me. Qian's Taigong asked me to write poetry. This is a chance, but I am really not good at poetry. I feel a little confused now. Don't say that I can't calm down. Even if I calm down, I actually won't write poetry."

Han Si said: "Young Master, even if you can't write poetry, you still have to write a letter of apology."

Han Jiang nodded: "You are right, you are right to persuade me, help me prepare the pen and ink."

"yes."

Han Si said that was right. Qian Xunyi personally asked Han Jiang to write a poem about plum blossoms. Even if he couldn't write it, he had to have an attitude. He couldn't just say a simple sentence. I don't know how to do it, even if I explain it.

After the pen and ink were ready, Han Jiang originally wanted to write a letter with apology. After all, she really couldn't write poems, and it was a directed proposition. If she wrote an essay about plum, she would have a little chance of calming down.

This poem can't be written yet.

When Han Jiang lifted up the pen, he thought of a poem.

The sharp edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

After writing it, it seems that something is wrong. There should be some in front or some in back. What is it?

After thinking for a while, Han Jiang gently patted his forehead: "Yeah, there is another sentence before." Han Jiang added another sentence: If you have fields but not farming, you will be weak, and if you have books, you will not read the descendants.

Han Si looked around: "Shaojun, good sentences."

"Yeah, there is still." Han Jiang wrote again: If you don't work hard at a young age, you will only be sad. After writing this time, Han Siyao [Bayi Chinese website www.x81zw.info] shook his head: "Young Master, I don't know, and the last sentence is a long song.

Han Jiang rewrites the first four sentences: "Can this be transferred?"

Han Si gave a positive answer: "Yes."

Han Jiang breathed a sigh of relief: "This is copied by someone else, but don't worry, no one will pursue it. This is not written by me. This is very long, and it seems to be there. I remembered another sentence: There is a way to go in the mountains of books, and diligence is the way to make a boat without any limits of knowledge, but the six sentences seem to be wrong, but I can't make up eight sentences."

"Shaojun, these two sentences are the sentences of our ancestor Chang Libo."

Han Jiang smiled awkwardly and quickly changed the topic: "Han Si, ask Cai to help me tell my wife who has not passed by. I want five dents from the Qian family, one of whom is Qian Kuan, and the rest is handled. She reports to the government and accepts refugees and returns."

"yes."

Han Si retreated.

Outside the door, Qian Kuan stood here, waiting for Han Si to leave, and then entered after he was allowed. He gave a gift when he entered the house: "Qian Kuan thanked the little brothers for the reward."

"No need to thank me, I, Han Jiang, like fair trade, and I am not a fool."

Qian Kuan clasped his fists and bowed: "Young man is joking, what have we not done for you yet?"

“Please pay in advance.”

Qian Kuan thought about it and asked, "I dared to ask, it was not just eavesdropping. The little man's voice was a bit loud. The little man didn't like poetry. The little man liked to be an official, or something else? The little man asked this question without any other meaning. Since I was rewarded by the little man, I would like to do something for the little man?"

“I like money.”

"The little man is short of money, but he doesn't believe it."

Han Jiang looked forward a few steps into Qian Kuan's eyes: "If you have tens of thousands of yuan in your family and tens of millions of fertile land, you can live a wealthy life and have a lot of wives and concubines. If you have tens of millions of yuan in your family, you must keep a safe place and keep at least one person who lives with me."

Qian Kuan asked: "I haven't read any books, but I still want to ask, what if I have a fortune?"

"There are too little to do nothing, and it's almost the same as the tens of millions of cents."

Qian Kuan is a rough man. Seeing Han Jiang speaks kindly, he is purely curious, and then asks again: "What about the ten thousand yuan?"

Han Jiang smiled: "You are really serious."

Qian Kuan also smiled awkwardly: "I'll make you laugh, a rough man, if you don't like him, I won't talk much next time."

Han Jiang shook his head: "It's okay, a million guan is billions of guan. The Song Dynasty's treasury income for at least ten thousand years is a bit too much. What can you do if you have so much money?"

Qian Kuan grabbed his head, but he had no idea how much it cost.
Chapter completed!