I heard I was with the tyrant [Rebirth]

He Changan spent half a month recuperating at home, listening to his mother very much, walking around a few nearby alleys at most every day.

One day when he walked to the door of his house, he heard the voices of a few girls, and thought to himself, it was his sister's good friends who came to play again.

Ever since He Xiaomei had no marriage and the family became richer, He's mother indulged her more and more, and He Lan often found her little sisters to play with.

He Changan turned his head and went out, it was still bright, he should come back after dinner.

During this period of time, the manager of the library also came to him, but when he saw his arms wrapped around cloth, he stopped thinking of letting him write, and scolded Feng Ping at him, because Feng Ping might delay things. mean.

Seeing his indignation like that, He Changan was very worried that the steward would go to jail and scold Feng Ping, but it turned out that he was overthinking, and the steward went out to find Qiao Yucheng directly.

The name Qiao Yucheng was leaked to him by Chen Chun, and he told He Chang'an to be careful about this man. The groom who he went to the carriage and horse dealer to find who left early was Qiao Yucheng who asked someone to send him away.

Before the fourth prince found He Chang'an, he was very unfamiliar with the Qiao family. Now that He Chang'an's wrist was injured, the Qiao family was reused again. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the conflict of interests between the two. For this kind of hostility, He Chang'an sneered at it , he is the man who wants to go back to his hometown.

When he returned to his hometown, no matter what Qiao Yucheng did.

But I still feel uncomfortable. Imitating your own handwriting and writing it gives you a sense of accomplishment?So He Chang'an started to make trouble for Qiao Yucheng.

For example, He Chang'an recently approached the other gentlemen from the fourth prince's side in private, and taught them the trick of imitating handwriting. Up to now, there are six gentlemen in total, and the other four have all formed a relationship of drinking tea with He Chang'an.

He is now going to find one of them, Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu once won Xie Yuan, and he was also the most indifferent to fame and fortune in the group. When he saw He Changan approaching him, he laughed and said, "Why are you here again? You almost drank me and Haocha."

"Mr. Liu's tea is not the best, but Mr. Liu's tea is the most fragrant." He Changan sat down happily and took a cup for himself.

"It's useless to praise me." Even so, Mr. Liu raised the teapot and poured him a cup.

Look, it's still useful.

Mr. Liu leaned over and said, "Is your arm almost in good shape?"

"The doctor said it will take another half a month." In fact, it is almost ready, and after another three or five days, Chen Chun said that he would take him into the palace to demonstrate Li Ze's handwriting.

Believe it or not is up to you, Mr. Liu knows very well, "There is no teacher who can't teach you this handwriting, but now we old people all want to call you a teacher, you say that your thoughts... are too bad .”

"It's not my fault. I asked you to learn or not, and none of you refused." He Chang said with peace of mind, except for Qiao Yucheng who couldn't save face, he couldn't stand the crowd of others coming to learn, okay?

"Qiao Yucheng has been praised several times recently, why don't you feel anxious?" Mr. Liu and his group of old men are not very clear about the reason for the grievance between the two, but they also know that once Qiao Yucheng is happy, this person in front of him will be unhappy.

"Because just yesterday...the one who chose Mr. Gao's handwriting and did not use Qiao Yucheng's handwriting." He Changan smiled slightly, and the one he was referring to was referring to the Fourth Prince.

The group of gentlemen who imitated handwriting, except for Qiao Yucheng who knew that he was enshrined by the prince, the others only knew the 'master', as for who the master was, they didn't care.

Mr. Liu was stunned, and said angrily, "Are you instructing him to write in private again?"

"...Where is it? Wait, shouldn't the point be that Qiao Yucheng is going to be unlucky?" Although this group of gentlemen didn't argue with Qiao Yucheng, they were very unhappy to see Qiao Yucheng run on them every day.

"Hey boy, I eat and drink my food every day, why didn't I see you give me advice?" Mr. Liu said uncomfortably, and snatched the teacup back.

The stool was not hot, and the tea hadn't had time to take a sip. He Changan was driven out just like that. He met Mr. Liu's son at the gate. The kid was laughing, obviously listening to the whole scene.

He Changan gave him a head bang, "Why did you leave school so early today?"

The child covered his head and said happily, "Master got sick from anger, so come back early today."

"You laugh so happily again, if your father hears it, he will spank your ass." He Changan patted his head and walked home helplessly.

The house was much quieter. Mother He brought out the medicine from the kitchen. Seeing that Mother He and He Lan were both laughing, He Changan asked puzzledly, "What are you two laughing at?"

He Lan cracked a melon seed, smiling like a squirrel eating melon seeds, and was about to say it when he was pinched by He's mother, "What are you asking about the woman's business, go and drink the medicine quickly."

He Changan frowned and swallowed the medicine, while He mother was out, pointed to the door of the house, He Lan immediately understood, and went to the door to take a peek.

Seeing He's mother going to light the fire to cook, she quickly came back and whispered, "A while ago, Aunt Zhang was speaking ill of me outside. Didn't my mother hear me and quarrel with her?"

"Yes," He Changan also knew this, but unfortunately his arm was injured and he couldn't beat Zhang Huaixin, "Then what?"

"This afternoon, my little sister told me that the Zhang family who was engaged to brother Huaixin also found out that Zhang Huaixin went to the brothel, and they are arguing to divorce today, and they want to go back with the eight-character geng post."

After He Lan finished speaking, he made a comment, "Let me tell you, Aunt Zhang's mouth is so good. She was caught going to the brothel just after she boasted to the outside world about how wonderful her son is. I'm afraid I'm going to have an angry quarrel with Zhang Huaixin when I go back."

He Chang'an didn't believe it, "Zhang Huaixin will suffer whatever Aunt Zhang says, especially if he wants to visit brothels by himself, Zhang Huaixin dares to quarrel with his mother?"

He Lan said with emotion, "That means brother, if you don't talk back to mother, mother is very popular outside. Others want to know how mother taught her son. If she taught her son so well, Zhang Huaixin may not be sure."

He Lan threw the melon seeds into her mouth and smiled happily, "Mother heard about this today, changed her previous depression, and promised me to go out to play tomorrow."

"Where to go out to play, I'm going to order something to eat." He Changan was a little excited when he heard the news, and took off two layers of the cloth wrapped around his wrist.

He Lan's figure suddenly stabilized, and he said slightly heavily, "Brother, there is bad news or good news, which one do you want to hear first?"

He Changan didn't agree, "If you lie to me, I'll go and sue my mother."

"Oh, I'm not lying to you, so let me tell you the good news first," He Lan said angrily, "The good news is that I'm going out to play tomorrow."

He Changan paused in the movement of wrapping the cloth towel, feeling a bad premonition, "Where's the bad news?"

"The bad news is that I won't take you there." He Lan laughed and ran to the kitchen.

He Chang'an: "..." Three days without a roof.

He rewound the untied cloth towel.

After dinner, Mother He announced the news. She picked up a dish with chopsticks for He Changan. Seeing that her son did not protest, she couldn't help but look at He Lan, "Little sister told you first?"

He Changan glanced at He Lan, took a sip of porridge silently and said, "Why didn't you take me?"

He's mother said, "Your wrist is not healed yet, I will take you out to play when you are fully healed."

Look!Before he was injured, he took his family out to play, but after he was injured, he became the one who was taken, and He Changan died in depression.

The next day, taking advantage of He's mother not at home, He Chang'an went to Beicheng District to find Chen Chun for tea, just in time for him to rest at home, Chen Chun led him in, "What a rare visitor."

"Sister-in-law isn't at home?" He Changan brought a package of dim sum, including soft and digestible red beans, for the child.

"I went out to worship Buddha and haven't come back yet." Chen Chun took the snacks and asked, "Do you drink?"

He Changan pointed to his arm with a black face, "Just give him some water, don't pick."

"Oh, your wound is not healed yet, and the imperial doctor said that you will have to change your dressing in two days." Chen Chun remembered something, "By the way, are you the best imitator at the Fourth Prince's side? ?”

"It's not the best, it's a little better than others, what do you want to do?" He Changan said modestly.

"It's better, forget it," Chen Chun lamented, "Then I'll look for it again."

He Changan:! ! !

He tapped on the table with two fingers, lifted his chin slightly, and said proudly, "You can hire the best ones in the capital, right in front of you."

"Then it's you," Chen Chun laughed, obviously it was a scam just now, "The emperor is going to Qiu County in two days, and he needs to bring a gentleman who can imitate handwriting, I recommended you, should you buy me a drink, thank you I?"

He Changan's expression changed from proud to puzzled, and then became expressionless again, "Thank you?" I don't give you a kick now to thank you.

Chen Chun said, "Scholars like you have studied hard for ten years just to meet the Holy Majesty. Don't think it's just a candidate. If you can prove that your handwriting is good, you can be a ninth-rank official."

He Changan choked, and had no way to refute, so he had to find a reason, "It's not close to Qiu County, if you don't come back for a day, then the Fourth Prince might find that I followed you, so would you still dare to look for me then?"

"How do you know it's the Fourth Prince?" Chen Chun suddenly said seriously, he put down the wine glass in his hand, and touched the dagger of his boot.

"Ah?" He Changan was as calm as water, "Didn't you say that?"

"Nonsense!" Chen Chun is not confused about this matter, he said sternly, "I said that Qiao Yucheng was going to harm you, when did I say that the handwriting you wrote was for the fourth prince, as far as I know, the other gentlemen who wrote the handwriting I don't even know it's the fourth prince."

This... On the surface, no one really knows, He Changan was anxious for a moment, and asked in doubt, "Isn't it the Fourth Prince, I guessed wrong?"

After guessing it, Chen Chun relaxed his hand holding the dagger a little, "Tell me how you guessed it."

It's easy to sweat in hot weather, but now there is cold sweat on the back, He Chang'an is annoyed in his heart, because he has let down his guard because he is too familiar with Chen Chun before, and turns around quickly in his heart.

He Changan's decision to bite him to death is guesswork, "You said earlier that Qiao Yucheng wanted to kill me, but before that, I had only met him once, and the only thing we could meet was the imitation handwriting, and he was courting the owner of the imitation handwriting. , while blatantly flattering the Fourth Prince, plus I met a person when I wrote imitation handwriting, that person is the housekeeper of the Fourth Prince's house, doesn't this prove that it is the Fourth Prince?"

Chen Chun's expression gradually softened, and he said, "I almost suspect that you are the fourth prince's spy."

The atmosphere eased up, He Changan blinked, "Spy, think too much."

Chen Chun looked at his wide-eyed eyes, which looked like a black cat squatting on the ground and refused to let his head be petted, and thought to himself, it really doesn't look like this, how can a spy be so good-looking.

Two days later, under the pretext of going on a business trip with the owner of the bookstore, He Changan dragged his body (with arms crossed) to find Chen Chun at the gathering place.

Chen Chun asked his subordinates for a horse, and suddenly remembered to ask, "Can you ride a horse?"

"Is it too late to ask me now? The answer is no." He Changan shook his arms. Two arms can ensure that he sits on the horse's back, and he doesn't know what will happen with one arm.

Chen Chun pulled the man to his own horse, "You should thank me, after all, apart from my horse, other people's horses can run not far with two people on them."

Qiu County is half a day's journey away from Yong'an City. When the sun was setting, they arrived at the inn. He Chang'an, who was sitting behind Chen Chun, got off his horse.

At this time, except for He Changan, everyone else pretended to be a member of the caravan.

He Chang'an bowed his head and silently counted the number of people. There were 68 people who came and went one after another during the assembly, but now there are only 22 people left in the team.

It seems to be a big deal.

Li Ze was talking to Chen Chun, and halfway through the conversation, he remembered, "Where do you put him after the fight?"

Chen Chun asked suspiciously, "Aren't you staying at the inn, Your Majesty?"

Li Ze looked at him quietly: "So if I didn't ask, you will find out that he has been left behind when you need to identify the handwriting?"