I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

Han Yi looked at Jiang Buwei blankly and asked, "What happened?"

Jiang Buwei said with a smile: "Let's see, Captain."

Han Yi looked at his back and thought about the consequences of beating the court officials violently, and finally gave up after thinking about it.

Because he saw that the accessories on Jiang Buwei's body were not the same as before, and the belt accessories were very similar to his, which meant that Jiang Buwei was at least an earl now.

In terms of official position, Jiang Buwei's official position seems to be higher than his. If he beats him, he will commit a crime.

But he was really tired of these people's attitude of not speaking directly, and it would be better not to say anything than to say nothing.

It made him think about how the sky changed when he was sitting in the car.

Could it be related to Yan Zijian's decision to make Yan Zheng the crown prince?

If this is the case, the problem can only lie with the queen and the eldest son.

Halfway through, Han Yi suddenly remembered a very important question: Yan Zijian didn't say how to arrange for Zhao Ji, and now Zhao Ji is still living in the posthouse!

It's inappropriate for the prince's biological mother to live in a posthouse, right?

Han Yi felt a little bald. Although he was thinking about this matter from the standpoint of a boss, it didn't mean he could speak.

You, a courtier, have nothing to do with what the king's harem does?

Not to mention that Zhao Ji is indeed a great beauty even though she doesn't like her, because she has good looks and Yan Zijian is also good-looking, which is why Yan Zheng has that face.

Han Yi thought about it for a while, and found that Jiang Buwei made him think it made sense. At this point, he has tried his best to do what he can do, and the rest is a political game, and Han Yi... Forget it, he Don't want to touch this thing.

All he can do now is to wait and see.

By the time he came to this conclusion, he had already arrived at the door of the house.

Bai Shao was tightly wrapped and sat at the door waiting for him, Han Yi jumped out of the car and said, "The weather has turned cold, didn't I tell you not to wait at the door?"

When Bai Shao saw him, the only eyebrows that were exposed outside were bent and he said sullenly: "How can I do it? How can there be no one to welcome you when Mr. Lang returns home from a long journey?"

Han Yi took the wheelchair from the attendant, and while pushing him in, he said, "We're not happy with these vain rituals, hey, I'm finally back."

Bai Shao asked: "You don't need to go out anymore, do you?"

Han Yi said casually: "Of course you don't need it. How can it be my turn with so many people?"

Bai Shao snorted and said, "Then why don't you go this time?"

Han Yi laughed: "That's because they were too timid to go. I was more courageous than them, so of course I went."

Bai Shao didn't speak, thinking to himself that you are not only brave, you are simply bold and desperate.

When Han Yi set off on the expedition, everyone thought he was going to die, but in the blink of an eye he actually rescued Yan Zheng.

Just as everyone was not optimistic about Han Yi, they did not expect that Yan Zheng would actually take Zhao Jiang Pang Fei prisoner under such circumstances. Now everyone is inquiring for news, and they always feel that this matter is like listening to heaven.

After Han Yi got home, he took off his silver armor and went to take a bath.

In the past few months, he has basically been doing things casually, where is there such a good condition in the military camp.

What's more, he was worried about leaving Yan Zheng for a long time.

In the end, I don't know if it was too comfortable to soak, and I fell asleep accidentally.

When he woke up, it was already the third pole of the next day. He opened his eyes and didn't get up immediately. Instead, he stretched his waist first, and then stopped moving.

Just when he was thinking about whether to sleep a little longer, Bai Shao's voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Ah Yi woke up?"

Han Yi made a nasal sound lazily, and after a while, Bai Shao pushed the wheelchair in, and at first sight, he saw Han Yi hugging the quilt and curling up in a ball.

Bai Shao's heart tightened, and he hurried over to touch his forehead and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Han Yi groaned and said, "I don't want to get up."

Bai Shao was sure that he was not sick, so he simply said: "If you can't afford it, you can afford it, but let's wash up first, eat something, and then go back to sleep."

Although Han Yi didn't say what kind of life he lived in the military camp, hard work is inevitable. Anyway, the Han family has never been a family with strict rules. As the only master in the mansion, Han Yi naturally wants to do it behind closed doors. Do whatever you want.

In fact, Han Yi just wants to sleep now and doesn't want to eat anything.

I don't know why, when he was in the barracks, he didn't go to bed until midnight every day, and woke up before dawn. Sometimes he was attacked by Zhao Jun, and he couldn't even sleep a full sleep, but he was still full of energy.

Now when I get home, I become lazy and don't want to do anything.

Bai Shao can let him stay in bed, but he can't stand him not eating, not talking, just staring at Han Yi with those pink glass-like eyes.

After staring at it for a while, Han Yi finally got up helplessly.

When he got up, he found that he was wearing a new set of obscene clothes, and asked, "By the way, how did I come back yesterday? I don't have any memory."

Bai Shao glanced at him quickly and said, "I... I'll put on your clothes for you, and someone will carry you back."

Bai Shao thought about it and wanted to ask what happened to Han Yi's scars. Although he knew that he led troops to fight, he was the chief general, so why was he still injured?

In the end, before he could organize his words, Han Yi said, "I carried it back? Am I that heavy? Should I lose weight?"

He pinched his waist while talking, it was firm and had no fat.

Bai Shao: ...

Your focus... Forget it, Han Yi's focus has never been normal.

Bai Shao asked directly: "What's the matter with your injury?"

Han Yi suddenly said bitterly: "Don't mention it, just treat it as a medal for my expedition."

But the more he said that, the more curious Bai Shao became, but he concealed his curiosity, and asked with a serious face: "What happened? Is there a secret operation inside the barracks?"

Han Yi quickly waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, there may be fine work in other places, but it is impossible for Feihuqi to have it."

These are soldiers of the Son of Heaven. Every selection is very strict. Qin people say strict, which shows how strict it is. Not only the [-]th generation of the ancestors, but even all the relatives within the [-]th generation are checked. Those who commit crimes, or who have been in court, don't even think about getting in.

In this case, it is basically as difficult as heaven to arrange for a detailed work to come in.

Some people may think that it is enough to change it for a child of a certain family, but... if there is a mistake or other things that are not sure if it is their own, it is impossible to put it in.

If Bai Shao's words were known to someone with a heart, it would really set off a bloody storm.

Han Yi sighed and said, "What else can it be? Accidental injury, in fact, there are only two places, one arm and one leg, and it's just like that, don't worry about it."

Bai Shao: ...

This is probably the real version of the knife and arrow without eyes.

After Han Yi washed up and had breakfast, he didn't want to sleep much, not to mention that he still had a task - to prepare a big gift for Yan Zheng to be crowned prince.

No, not just one gift. Strictly speaking, the big gift was for Yan Zijian or Qin Guo, and he also had to prepare a separate gift for Yan Zheng. Thinking about it, the time was quite tight.

After all, he doesn't know when he will be crowned prince, so Yan Zijian probably needs someone to measure the auspicious date first.

The gift for Yan Zheng is easy to say, Yan Zheng's black armor is almost broken, although Han Yi kept it, but it can only be hung as an item to show Yan Zheng's meritorious deeds.

So he needs to build a battle armor for Yan Zheng. This needs to be well designed, taking into account the combination of defense and lightness, and the most important thing is that it looks good.

After eating, Han Yi said, "Is there anything else? I'll go to the study to get something."

Bai Shao said: "It's... nothing else, it's just... there are a lot of orders piled up in the workshop."

Han Yi was stunned for a moment: "Is the business so good? If not, just recruit more people. You should be responsible for these, and don't ask me everything."

He doesn't know much about doing business.

Bai Shao said: "Those orders... are all for you."

Han Yi:? ? ? ? ?

As if seeing his doubts, Bai Shao said helplessly: "Many nobles have placed orders and waited for you to build them yourself, but because you have been out before, you can only line up first."

Han Yi swallowed: "You... tell me how many orders you have first?"

Bai Shao said: "In the beginning there were a lot, but then I was worried about accumulating too much, so I made the limit you said. There are only five orders per month, but you go away for a few months, so..."

Han Yi's eyes suddenly darkened: It never occurred to me that the biggest problem he faced when he came back was not how to help Yan Zheng fight for the crown prince, but the large number of orders from his own workshop.

Han Yi said bitterly, "Do you know what it is all about?"

Bai Shao said: "There is a set of battle armor, and the rest are some knives and guns."

Han Yi asked, "A suit of armor?"

Bai Shao nodded: "Yes, General Meng Ao asked his family to place the order."

Han Yi thought about it, but it's okay, weapons are much easier to build than battle armors, and he happened to be building them for Yan Zheng. If he didn't touch the casting hammer for a few months, he might be born. good.

Of course, the battle armor must be built first. After all, Meng Ao is still leading troops outside to fight. Zhao Guo doesn't have much strength to resist now, but other countries are not fuel-efficient lamps.

Han Yi simply said: "Then let's go to the foundry first."

Because of the opening of the store, many kilns have been built in the place where there was only one kiln, but the best one in the middle is naturally Han Yi's.

Han Yi glanced out the window when he was passing by the market in the car. He just wanted to say that it was quite lively, but suddenly his eyes narrowed, and after a long while of careful identification, he shouted, "Stop!"

Bai Shao, who was sitting next to him, looked at him with some doubts: "What's wrong?"

Han Yi frowned: "This is the slave market, why is he here?"