Tragedy of Time Traveling Companion Reading

An hour later, Han Yan rode a horse back to the gate of the city with a smile, followed by Han Ze who shook his head.

"A Yan, you are cheating." Han Ze raised his head, and No.20 complained for the second time.

"As the saying goes, soldiers never tire of cheating!" Han Yan comforted him in a very good mood. "The more you do it, the more you get used to it bro. Why don't you treat me to dinner today!"

"But I don't have any money?" Han Ze said dejectedly.

No!Han Yan looked at Han Ze behind him with a surprised expression.

Going out as a rich third generation doesn't even have pocket money?

"Uh... didn't you come out this morning to practice riding and archery! I didn't have time to bring my attendants." Han Ze said with a blushing face.

...Typical thinking of ancient princes and brothers!

Han Yan rolled her eyes helplessly.It seems that today's big households can't afford it.Just as he was about to open his mouth to make a joke, he was attracted by the sudden commotion ahead.

"What's the matter?" Han Yan asked suspiciously to Han Ze behind him.But it was a useless question, and Han Ze shook his head blankly.Han Yan frowned, her legs clenched tightly and she drove towards the crowded crowd in the high wind.

"Let let..."

Because Han Yan was riding a tall horse and was wearing very expensive clothes, the people who were being pushed didn't dare to speak when they looked back. They quietly gave up their positions, and Han Yan walked into the crowd smoothly.

After squeezing inside, it turned out that two big men were beating a child who was about the same age as Han Ze.The child was skinny and frail, and after being punched and kicked by two big men, he already exhaled more and breathed less.

Han Yan's anger rushed up.Trying to restrain the urge to hit someone (because he knew he couldn't beat him even if he did it), Han Yan asked sternly, "What's going on here, who are you?"

Although the question was arrogant and rude, the two big men looked at Han Yan's clothes, either rich or expensive.Don't dare to offend too much.At the end of the pushing and shoving, the taller man said: "If you go back to your son, this child is a fugitive slave from our house, so..."

"Fleeing slave?" Han Yan couldn't help frowning when she heard the words.Even if there is no common sense, Han Yan still knows that slaves in ancient times belonged to the private property of their masters.I didn't really want to care about it at first, but seeing the terrified and sad eyes of the child lying on the ground, I couldn't help but say, "Even a runaway slave can't beat him like this! He's still so young, he can't beat him like that if he breaks the child." It’s a lifetime thing.”

"Yes, yes..." The two big men didn't have the prestige of the adults just now, and they just responded submissively.

After saying a few words, Han Yan also felt boring.Such things happened frequently in ancient times, and even if he was dissatisfied, he could not change the social status quo.Just as he was about to ride his horse away, the fugitive slave suddenly struggled forward a few steps and hugged Gaifeng's horse's legs and said in a mournful voice, "Help me...cough cough...help me..."

Han Yan suddenly felt a sense of sadness welling up in her nose, and looked at the boy who was crawling and begging on the ground commandingly, and remained silent.

"Please...help me..." The boy saw Han Yan's agitated look, and the voice of his prayers couldn't help but grow louder, and the originally dim eyes also burst out with the light of hope.

"...Brother..." Han Yan looked back at Han Ze with some embarrassment.Han Ze also looked pitifully at the pleading boy on the ground.

"I'm Han Yan from Gonggaohou's Mansion. This is my brother Han Ze. We want this fugitive slave." The softness in her heart was poked, and Han Yan said decisively.

"But... this..." The two men immediately looked at each other in embarrassment.

"What? My Gonggaohou's Mansion even wants a fugitive slave?" Seeing the appearance of the two, Han Yan thought that the two were going to make a deal, and her face immediately turned cold.

"Don't dare, dare not..." The two men immediately shook their heads like a rattle.Just a joke, Gonggaohou's mansion is the celebrity in front of Emperor Jing, a princely family with real power in his hands, who would dare to offend.

"That's good! Then go to Gonggaohou Mansion to get the money!" Han Yan smiled coldly, then dismounted sideways, and said softly to the boy on the ground, "Can you still move? Let me help you get on the horse!"

"Don't dare, I'll just run behind..." the boy on the ground whispered.

"How can you run away after you've been beaten like this?" Han Yan hit the boy unceremoniously, and then, regardless of the mess, helped the boy onto the horse, and then rolled onto Han Ze's horse by herself. People ride.Han Yan blew a whistle, and with the boy's support, Gale followed spontaneously.

After a short time, he arrived at Gonggaohou's Mansion.

The concierge looked in surprise at Han Yan and the two riding together, the dirty boy on Gaifeng's back, and a large group of idlers behind him, and came forward in panic.

"Eldest Young Master, Second Young Master, this is..." the porter said, rubbing his hands in a daze.

"Oh, this is a runaway slave I bought. You give the money to these two men." Han Yan said, pointing to the two big men who had been following behind.

"This..." The concierge glanced at the two big men who were a bit cramped, then at the boy on Gaifeng's back, and vaguely understood.But what are the people behind them doing?

"They're probably watching the fun." Han Yan saw the concierge's doubts and answered helplessly.At any time, China has no shortage of spectators watching the excitement.

"Oh!" The porter replied simply.Then he took out a string of pennies from his arms and threw them to the two big men, and helped the boy on Gaifeng's back with a wink.

"Second Young Master, this man..."

"It's up to you to arrange it!" Han Yan said simply, turned over and got off the horse, and followed Han Ze directly into the Hou Mansion.

When he walked into the main hall, Han Tui was sitting in the upper seat of the main hall with a smile on his face, looked at the two people who walked in, and immediately said: "Ah Yan's going out made a lot of noise! "

Han Yan was not surprised.As the head of the family, it is natural to have a lot of ears to repay the gods.What's more, there are so many people piled up outside the door, and the noise is so loud.However, it is still necessary to explain.

"Grandpa, Ah Yan looks at that child so pitifully. He is about the same age as Ah Yan, but he has suffered so much."

"Everyone has his own fate, whether it's a good day or not. Doesn't this make him meet Ah Yan?" Han Tuidang said slowly, stroking his beard.Since he didn't care about a slave's life or death, he could still afford a little money if his grandson was happy.

He was contented at this time, of course he could not have imagined how prominent and wealthy that so-called escaped slave would be in the future.And Han Yan's seemingly unintentional action, what exactly did he get...

But that's all for later, now that Han Yan brought this sick fugitive slave into the mansion, it's natural that he will do his best to the end.Then he got into Han Tuidang's arms and said with a smile, "Grandpa, can you ask the doctor to show him?"

"Good! Good!" Han Tui had been a soldier for half his life, and when he was old, he naturally enjoyed being close to his grandson.In fact, although he is an "old man" from the generation of grandparents, he is only in his early forties now.Now being coaxed by Han Yan, the frightened face was forcibly piled up with the image of Maitreya Buddha by the smile creases.The old housekeeper rolled his eyes.

He directly ordered the doctor to check the pulse of the newly entered slave without mentioning it.Han Yan, who was extremely hungry, pestered Han Tuidang to have a meal together.The three of them enjoyed themselves happily, and even the sky was a little brighter.

Only Han Yan, who was used to eating the exquisite dishes of later generations, burst into tears holding his rice bowl—it ​​was so unpalatable!