Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

The general's mansion lost individuals for no reason. If it was normal, Han Jingyu would naturally investigate thoroughly.

But this time, it happened to be when the guests were being entertained, and the maid disappeared without any reason. If it were really investigated, too many people would be implicated, so I had to investigate carefully behind my back.

The Jiang Dynasty had a trade in people. Most of the people who were sold were homeless children or poor people who were sold by their families for money due to family constraints. These people may have had household registrations before. become slaves.

Xiaoqin was a child born secretly by a third-class prostitute in Hongyue Tower. She was raised until she was five years old. The woman got a willow disease and died. The bustard sold Xiaoqin to a trafficker.

He Yiran is kind-hearted, she registered Xiaoqin's household registration, and never disliked her origin.Xiaoqin has been with her for ten years, which is equivalent to half of her daughter. He Yiran is so anxious that her mouth is blistered when she disappears this time.

Han Shiqing looked distressed, and asked Han Shan to investigate, but there was no result. He was so angry that he even wanted to arrest all the ministers and ask them one by one.

Han Shiqing was tired from reading, so he turned over and sat on the window sill, with one leg bent and stepped on the edge of the window, while the other leg naturally hung down, swaying twice.

He turned his head to look at Lin Shicheng who was sitting cross-legged in front of the table, and asked him, "Xiao Lin, tell the truth, did you go to the garden that day?"

After passing the Juren examination, he could take the Gongsheng examination in February of the following year, so the enthusiastic Han Jingyu directly left Lin Shicheng in the general's mansion. Lin Shicheng declined the resignation symbolically and stayed.

Now I am preparing for the exam with Han Shiqing.

"I've been." Lin Shicheng looked natural.

"Then, have you ever seen Xiaoqin?" The matter of Xiaoqin is almost becoming Han Shiqing's heart disease, and now he always wonders if Xiaoqin would not have disappeared without this banquet.

Seeing his mother's anxious look made him feel even more uncomfortable.

"I haven't seen it."

Han Shiqing's eyes were serious, and his tone became a little colder, "Then why did you leave the meeting halfway and didn't go anywhere, but went to the garden instead?"

For Xiaoqin, the General's Mansion is her home, and it is impossible for her not to say hello.Then she disappeared for so long and couldn't be found, there is only one possibility, that is, Xiaoqin is dead.

But who can make Xiaoqin die without uttering a cry of surprise, and who can transport the corpse out of the general's mansion under so many eyes?

It is impossible for the right minister to do such a stupid thing to offend the general's mansion.

It is even more impossible for other ministers.

Now narrowing the scope, Han Shiqing finally pointed the finger at Lin Shicheng who he thought was impossible but did have this ability.

It's a hunch.

Intuition that this gentle and jade-like young man is not as pure and kind as his appearance.

Lin Shicheng asked Han Shiqing calmly, "Brother Shiqing suspects that Miss Xiaoqin's disappearance is related to me?"

When he said it so bluntly, Han Shiqing was slightly taken aback.

"Just a guess."

Lin Shicheng put down the scroll in his hand, pursed his lips, "So in the eyes of Brother Shi Qing, I am such a person who eats inside and out."

He said: "General Han and Mrs. Han are so kind to me, how can I do something wrong to them?"

"If elder brother Shi Qing doesn't trust me, I'll leave. I'll see you next year in Chunwei."

After finishing speaking, he got up, shook his hands to tidy up his own books on the table, and after tidying up, a drop of tear fell, landed on the smooth table, and fell away.

Lin Shicheng hurriedly wiped his tears with his sleeve, biting his lip to prevent them from falling any further.

As soon as he cried, Han Shiqing was stunned immediately. He hurriedly jumped off the window sill, walked up to Lin Shicheng, and coaxed him incoherently.

"I just suspect you. I didn't say that you really did it! Oh, my parents will definitely scold me if they see you leave! Okay, okay, don't cry, okay, it's me It’s not good, it’s because I’m not good at the head office!”

What he fears the most is seeing people cry. When others cry, especially Lin Shicheng, who looks like a super-obedient type, shed tears, he panics and doesn't know what to do.

It seems that he misunderstood Lin Shicheng. Although this child looks mature and secretive, he is only 15 years old. How could he do such cruel things as killing people and throwing corpses?

"No, I'd better leave." Lin Shicheng ignored Han Shiqing's dissuasion, but picked up the packed backpack, pushed Han Shiqing away, and strode towards the door.

When Han Shiqing saw him like this, he became even more anxious. He was really afraid that his parents would settle accounts with him, so he took a few steps quickly and pushed Lin Shicheng against the wooden door of the study with a bang.

His arm rested on the top of Lin Shicheng's shoulders, and he closed the door vigorously with his palms, facing Lin Shicheng, who was stunned and tear-stained, with big eyes and small eyes.

Thinking in my heart, the young master said don't go, don't go, you are still running, Han Shiqing didn't dare to show it on his face.

He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have misunderstood you, give me some face, can you not leave?"

The young man's fair face was tinged with blush, and his peach blossom eyes were moist. When he looked at him, he pretended to be helpless and pleading, and he no longer had the coldness and suspicion when he questioned him at the beginning.

What an easy man to handle.

Lin Shicheng shrugged his shoulders, and finally nodded slightly under Han Shiqing's plea.

Han Shiqing seemed to be pardoned.

The matter of Xiaoqin was finally over, but He Yiran left regrets in her heart, so that Han Jingyu forbade the mansion to talk about Xiaoqin for a long time.

At the end of the 78th year of the old calendar, taking advantage of the New Year's Eve banquet, the Ministry of Rites quietly sent the stunning beauties presented by the Nan nationality into the sword dance lotus cast by the casting master Lu Qiming.

On the banquet stage, lotus flowers are in full bloom, accompanied by the melodious sound of silk and bamboo. The beauty is dressed in a bright red dress with strong Southern characteristics, holding a thin sword in her hand, with a graceful figure, and her every move is a perfect fusion of softness and sassyness. The mark, amazed everyone for a while.

Emperor Longyan of Yuan'an was very happy, and he left the beauty behind that night, and rewarded the envoys of the Southern tribe heavily.

Zhao Kuo, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, was also well praised by Emperor Yuan'an, Prime Minister You saw it, raised his cup to congratulate Emperor Yuan'an for winning this beauty, and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Sure enough, he is a fool.

Moreover, it was winter, the northern border was colder, the pasture was scarce, and the food was almost cut off. They would definitely harass the border. Even if they didn't know about the war, they would definitely do some evil things like burning, killing and looting.

So Han Jinfeng and Han Yiming didn't return home, they insisted on guarding the northern border, and they spent this year with their brothers in the barracks.

However, they did send letters and some specialties from the northern border, most of which were air-dried foods, which Han Shiqing liked to eat.

The third sister, Han Yunchang, needs to be in her second year of junior high to come back to visit her relatives, so on New Year's Eve, Han Shiqing is the only one who can spend the New Year with her parents in the General's Mansion.

After Han Jingyu returned home after attending the New Year's Eve banquet, his complexion was obviously not very good.

He was sitting close to Emperor Yuan'an, and he clearly saw that when the woman came out, Emperor Yuan'an's eyes were straightened, and even the wine in the cup was not steady and spilled on the table.

As an emperor, it is obviously wrong to be so greedy for women.

But as a courtier, he couldn't say it clearly, which made him start to wonder whether it was really right for him to join forces with Prime Minister Zuo to push this person to the throne of God?

"Father, what are you thinking? So preoccupied?" Han Shiqing put a chopstick dish into Han Jingyu's bowl, "It will be cold if you don't eat it."

"It's nothing." Han Jingyu didn't intend to say these frustrating words that would affect his mood, so he picked up the bowl in his hand and replied, "Let's eat."

Han Shiqing frowned.

Lin Shicheng on the side lowered his eyebrows, knowing clearly.

The family had a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner, and He Yiran and Han Jingyu wrapped a big red envelope for Han Shiqing, and they talked a lot with him.

It also mentioned that Han Shiqing would propose a marriage, but Han Shiqing refused.

He asked He Yiran back, saying that if he also got married, he would have to move out of the mansion, are you willing?

Immediately, He Yiran no longer mentioned to find a marriage for him.

But Han Shiqing knew very well that his own feelings were still in a mess, and now that the situation was so chaotic, he let that little bastard Jiang Yu go.

If the ending of the previous life recurs and Jiang Yu proclaims himself emperor, the fate of the general's mansion will be very miserable.

If he becomes a family, he will be a burden to the other party, think about it or forget it.

Han Shiqing has the habit of watching the year, and basically does not sleep on New Year's Eve, and now he has nightmares from time to time, so he can't sleep even more.

Even though it was cold outside, he moved a low stool and sat in front of the steps outside his room, and began to wonder why his father had that expression just now.

He had seen Han Jingyu's preoccupied look with the sad look on his brows in his previous life, but at that time he was at ease and didn't pay attention to what Han Jingyu's troubles were.

Only after reliving the life did he realize that he had overlooked so many details.

Just as he was thinking, a servant walked through the arch and walked into Han Shiqing's small courtyard, holding a wooden tray in his hand, which contained a pot of wine, two cups, and a stack of pastries.

Han Shan stopped in front of him with a cold expression, "I didn't tell the kitchen to prepare these, who told you to come?"

That servant was shorter than Han Shan, with his head lowered, and he didn't speak.

The atmosphere fell into a moment of stalemate.

"There are assassins!" A sudden exclamation came from the outer courtyard, followed by a burst of chaotic footsteps.

Han Shiqing narrowed his eyes and said to Han Shan, "Go and have a look."

"But young master, he..." Han Shan was extremely wary of this unknown servant.

"pass it to me."

"Understood." Han Shan had no choice but to leave.

The servant did not put the tray on the stone table in the courtyard, but walked steadily to Han Shiqing step by step, put the tray on the ground, poured the hot wine into the porcelain cup, and handed it to Han Shiqing .

He finally raised his head, his clear and dark eyes were bent, and Han Shiqing was reflected in them.

He squatted in front of him like he did many times on New Year's Eve in his previous life, and said to him, "Shiqing, come, let's drink for the New Year."