I heard I was with the tyrant [Rebirth]

The light rain has been pattering for several days, and it is rare to meet a clear and good spring. Pedestrians on the road slow down and stroll around the market stalls.

"Come on, take your time." At the wonton stand, Xiao Er brought a steaming bowl of wontons with the fragrance of chopped green onions, and put it in front of He Changan. He Changan slowly counted out three copper coins and pushed them over.

The hot steam of wonton soup engulfed his sight, and He Changan stared at the imprints on those copper coins in a daze.

The name of the new dynasty is Yong'an, and the pattern of copper coins...is decided by him.

The waiter in the shop looked this way curiously from time to time. Although the scholar looked handsome, he was really strange. He first stood at the door of their shop and stared at the signboard without moving. The copper plate froze again.

Seeing the guest staring at the copper plate with reluctance, he went back and whispered to his father, "This man doesn't look poor, he doesn't want to give up three pennies." His father knocked him on the head.

He Changan was not embarrassed to hear it, or it could be said that other things occupied his mind at the moment, and other things around him could not get into his muddled head. This was the first time he went out after recovering from a serious illness, and it really made him feel the truth. Feel.

Chopsticks picked up a freshly cooked wonton and put it in his mouth. It was so hot that he couldn't bear to spit out his tears, and finally swallowed it whole.

This is what it's like to be alive!

The boss handed him a bowl of cold water, and He Changan drank it after taking it. He didn't need to look to know that his tongue was scalded badly.

The boss asked him, "Do you want more?"

He Changan shook his head, this slightly more violent movement brought pain from the wound on his head again, He Changan quickly stopped, and whispered: "No, thank you old man."

The boss turned around when he was about to leave, and persuaded him: "What's the big deal in your life, just talk about it if you can't get over it, and it won't be uncomfortable if you say it. There is no hurdle that you can't get over in your life."

He Chang'an didn't speak, and the scalded tears flowed down, rolling into the familiar wonton soup, and he blew on the hot air of the wonton.

After a while, he smiled vaguely and said: "Thank you, old man, there is no obstacle that you can't get over. What you said is extreme."

The boss went to greet the new guests. The new guests were wearing officer uniforms. He Changan glanced over there. The black word 'official' was embroidered on the front of the clothes. They were soldiers from the North Yamen of the capital.

The officers and soldiers in charge of the capital are divided into the Nan Yamen under the prefect's hand, and the Bei Yamen directly appointed by the emperor. The fights in the streets are usually under the control of the Nan Yamen, and the Bei Yamen is only used for the affairs of the officials' children.

I don't know what happened to alarm the emperor and provoke these murderous people.

Oh, he died in the South Yamen.

He Changan put down the bowl and wiped his mouth. He is not actually a person in this body.

His name is He Chang'an, and he is He Chang'an, the son of He Jiaguo's mansion who was scattered three years ago.

The ancestors of the He family were also people who followed the emperor to conquer the world in the early years. After peace, they voluntarily handed over military power in exchange for wealth.

Counting three generations, the He family's children are not only mediocre but also very rare. Counting from the first generation of the He family to He Chang'an's generation, there is only one seedling.

He Chang'an's father was He Guogong, a well-known idler in the court. He Chang'an's generation would be reduced to a noble. As a result, he overwhelmed Dabao, and his playmate who grew up together became the emperor now.

No one knew that He Changan had a perverted mind about the sixth prince. He just wanted to get closer to that person. Who knew that the other party would fight for his strength and become the final winner directly, ascending to the position above ten thousand people.

After hesitating and hesitating, the He family was sued before he could bury his thoughts that he shouldn't have.

What is being sued is that the members of the He family, bearing the name of the He family outside, bought the ginseng used by the orphans and widows to save their lives.

The rice and noodle shop of the He family was short of catties, and the steward confessed that he was instigated by the clan elders to raise prices without permission to harm the defendant.

His father was old, so He Changan followed the officers and soldiers to the Yamen to testify against him.

I haven't figured it out yet, but the girl his mother mentioned several times over there, He Chang'an didn't agree to go to see him because of his unspeakable thoughts, and the other party was pushed into the cold water lake. The maid said that she was invited to see He Changan, and the He family was accused again.

Things happened one after another, and He Changan was caught off guard by this series of events. He was never used in this battle again after going through the court affairs, and he was put in prison. Let's do it!

He couldn't figure out who the He family recruited and who blocked the way, but when this happened, they didn't directly imprison the family members in charge, but instead invited his elderly father, and the pressure everywhere proved everything.

Although he is proficient in martial arts, he has taken the road of juren. There are hundreds of Confucian scholars in the imperial court, and there are dozens of champions in the Manchu Dynasty.

When Zhou Yitong, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, came to the prison, the new emperor's confidant came to see him with a glass of poisoned wine, and told him all the framing, which suddenly revealed He Changan's thoughts about the emperor that he shouldn't have.

He Chang'an understood why there was no movement in the North Yamen, why the word spread that he was locked up in prison, and that person didn't let him out, leaving his family to be burdened by these stigmas.

The man was afraid that he knew these things, knew his thoughts, and didn't want to see him again.

Also, who would have thought that the playmate who grew up together for more than ten years, the person who accompanied him every day, would actually have such thoughts.

Zhou Yitong lifted his cloak, joy flashed across his thin and old face, and he expressed regret: "Marquis Chang'an, I am kind to you today, for the sake of serving you in the past ten years, the sooner you get on the road, the sooner the He family will be." Cleaned up by the emperor, your parents are old, I'm afraid they won't be able to stand the trouble, so choose yourself."

The cell is not dark, the sunlight from outside shines on the clean bedding in the corner.

Heartbroken with a glass of wine, he just thought in a trance, it was his fault.

As long as the He family can escape.

I don't know if the man knows that he promised to die cleanly, will he be lenient towards He Jiawang.

He died in that icy South Yamen prison cell, the young master in fresh clothes and furious horse, was just a cold corpse after death, cold to the bone.

I don't know why he woke up suddenly half a month ago, and he became He Chang'an in a human shell. The same name also lives in the capital, but he is a different person. This He Chang'an whose head was smashed by a classmate, and He Chang'an At this time, three years had passed since his death.

Ever since he woke up and appeared on this strange body, he found that this body would be panting after two steps, which was completely different from his original body that could ride a horse and shoot arrows. There was even no thin callus for holding a sword in the palm of this body, only the thin callus for holding a pen. cocoon.

He has been bedridden with a serious illness for more than half a month, and when he got better recently, he got a chance to persuade his mother in this body to come out for a walk. After eating wontons, he walked around half of the capital and came to Beicheng District, looking at the He family mansion from a distance.

Noticing that there were people watching around the Duke's Mansion, He Chang'an felt suspicious.

Three years later, news of his family is well known to passers-by, and He Chang'an can easily find out: not long after his death, the He family was quickly cleared, those who should be sent to prison, and He's father brought the whole family with him in grief. Retired and returned home.

At this time, there are still people watching the He family. Could it be that the He family is involved?

Then he shook his head and denied that everything had disappeared in the past three years. It should be a routine supervision. He remembered that three years ago there was a secret police patrol nearby.

He didn't get close, and walked around behind He's house. There was a peach tree planted in the courtyard of a place. He and Li Ze planted it together when they were young. After more than ten years, the peach tree grew up, and the man would often drag the peach branches over the wall and come in. .

In a trance, I can still see the man smiling helplessly at me, and let me give him a quick hand: Although he is usually agile in martial arts, he is too big and his muscles and bones are very hard. He Changan can get through the tree The man would often be stuck there in embarrassment, and he was unwilling to break the branch, so he had to drag him over.

At this time, the street was empty, the peach tree branches stood there bare, without a single green leaf, He Chang watched quietly, feeling that life was gone, just like this He family.

It was noon when I went back. On the way, I saw He Lan came out to look for him, called him 'Brother', and followed him far away and did not approach him.

He Lan is the younger sister of his body. Her original father died early, and the whole family relies on her mother and younger sister to do needlework to supplement the family income. Chang An asked from He Mu's mouth.

He Xiaomei was obviously afraid of him, although there was a wound cloth on his head, but it didn't hurt the majesty of the original body, He Changan stopped and called the person to stop, let her walk side by side with him, and asked about the family affairs.

Lying on the bed these days, He Chang'an had already checked the general situation, but He's mother insisted that a gentleman should not take care of the affairs of the house, and He Chang'an had no way to ask about more trivial matters, so he had no way of knowing.

Mother He was cooking at home, and the smoke wafted from the kitchen in the small yard. The meal was served on the table, with a plate of scrambled eggs and a plate of green vegetables from the yard.

The other two people didn't move their chopsticks, they just picked up the rice in the bowl. He Changan was amused to see He Xiaomei staring at the egg, eating a mouthful of rice, and then at the greedy look of the egg. He went to the kitchen to get a new pair of chopsticks. She took an egg with chopsticks and put it in her bowl, "Eat it."

Seeing He's mother hesitated to speak, he also picked up a chopstick, and He's mother quickly covered the bowl with her palm and said, "Hurry up and eat yours, leave us alone."

He Changjian pretended to put the chopsticks into the plate, and when she moved her hands away, he quickly picked them up. The eggs were in the bowl and it was not easy to put them on the plate, so Mother He didn't say anything.

A plate of eggs was shared among the three, and at night when Mother He scolded He Xiaomei for taking too much time to do needlework at night, He Changan figured out what was wrong.

In his impression, one egg would be worth several days' worth of lamp oil, so how could eggs be eaten!

You must know that in the past few days, he drank chicken soup for five or six days in a row. The poor family could not afford this, but if his family was a small household, he should not have to save on lamp oil.

In the middle of the night, he got up and fumbled in the rice basket in the kitchen. The rice he ate during the day was neither good nor the worst brown rice.

But he groped for a long time with his hand, reaching to the bottom, and his fingers hadn't even touched the rice grains. He Chang'an had a bad premonition in his heart, was there no rice at all?

He went to the back of the kitchen door to touch the money in the bag. In the past few days, he saw He's mother taking vegetable money from here, and after touching it, he only roughly counted dozens of copper coins.

He Changan paused, thinking of the few copper coins he had spent casually during the day.

The original body had about a dozen of them on him, and he always thought they were for minor use, but now they look like... family property.

Although he didn't carry any money with him when he was the young lord, there was always a servant to pay the money, but now he is really poor.

He Changan tiptoed to the side of his clothes, took off the remaining copper plate in his coat, remained silent for a while, went to the kitchen and stuffed it into a pocket behind the door.

"Brother, what are you doing?" He Lan looked at He Chang'an suspiciously, not knowing what he was doing here in the middle of the night.

Someone behind him suddenly spoke, and He Changan was taken aback. He had practiced martial arts before, but he subconsciously jumped back, two steps away from He Lan, "That...it's nothing, is our family out of money?"

If He Chang'an doesn't know, how can He Lan not know?

He Lan felt a little disappointed after hearing this, but still forced herself to comfort her: "Recently, the business has been in a downturn. My mother and I have not done as much needlework as before. Brother, you have suffered a serious illness again. All the savings in the family have been exhausted. But don't worry, brother. When you get better, my mother and I can pick up jobs again."

"No...I didn't mean this..." He Changan stopped in the middle of speaking.

what did he say?Isn't it your job to raise a family?

He can't carry it on his shoulders now, and he's still a 'powerless' scholar after a serious illness, so he can only comfort and say, "I'll think of a way tomorrow."

He Lan was puzzled. The copper coins earned by copying the scrolls were not enough to buy paper. How could his brother think of a way?

On the second day, He Chang'an went to Zhang's residence where it was said that his head was smashed.

Zhang Liangcai was his classmate in his current body, and he usually spent a lot of money and was full of confidence but failed the exam, so he often found He Changan disliked.

The last time the two had a dispute, Zhang Liangcai's servant picked up the inkstone and smashed He Changan.

According to the laws of the Jin Dynasty, inciting a young servant to smash Juren's head would be punished by imprisonment, especially if the forehead was smashed, the official career would be bumpy.

He Chang'an thought in his mind that he didn't need to go to jail, just give him the money, he just came to blackmail the money.

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Tian Tian, ​​a student of the divine calculation school, is actually a liar, best at smooth talk.

Even the tyrant who kept saying he didn't believe in immortals was defeated by his three-inch tongue ten years ago, and he was praised as a fortune teller-at that time, Tian Tian hadn't even achieved success in cultivation.

When they met again, the tyrant's clansmen took him into the palace on their own initiative, and Tian Tian was tied up and lying on the dragon bed, which was very embarrassing.

A fake fortune teller ten years ago is a fortune teller today.

The tyrant was also embarrassed. Ten years ago, he saw a good-looking fortune teller who was abducted home. Today, he was abducted home again.

The world does not know that the tyrant has a secret——

But anyone who pretends to be an immortal cultivator will lose all spiritual power in front of him.

As a result, Tian Tian was reduced to a powerless waste material. When he was in danger, he had no choice but to run away under the protection of His Majesty with his head full of question marks:

what happened?What about the spiritual power I have practiced so hard for so many years? ? ?

Tyrant: Mr. Xiao is indeed a liar, forget it, let's get a job in Anguo Tower.

#This can be in a high position, Your Majesty is too easy to deceive, what should I do#

#Fortune-telling little gentleman why wants to go back to his old business to deceive people#

#But he is good-looking, I will follow him#