In addition to the main courtyard, the East Courtyard also has two cross-yards near the main courtyard, east and west. The lunch meals have been prepared in the dining room of the West Courtyard.

A plate of vegetables, a plate of bacon cut into slices, a large bowl of stewed chicken with mountain mushrooms, a bowl of braised grass carp pieces, and a small wooden barrel containing half a bucket of white rice. It is placed on the Eight Immortals table next to the window. It is not a delicacy, but it is a delicious dish that ordinary people cannot enjoy.

In the past two or three days, Han Qian had not had a good meal, and had been riding a horse for a long time. At this time, he was hungry and felt the fragrance was swelling and his appetite was greatly boosted. But he was worried that Yao Xishui, a little bitch, was unwilling to let go of his hands and feet in these foods through his inner response. His eyes were staring at a table of delicious food and did not dare to act rashly.

Seeing Fan Dahei clumsily serving a bowl of rice, Han Qian reached out to take it, picked up a few slices of transparent bacon with meat, a few pieces of braised fish, a few pieces of stewed chicken and two vegetables into the rice bowl, then put the rice bowl aside, pointed to the other leftover food on the table, and said to Fan Dahei: "I'm not too hungry yet, I'm leaving enough for me; you can eat the rest first if you have the rest!"

Fan Dahei was at a loss, but his temperament was also rough, and he could not resist the temptation of the delicious food in front of him. He said in a silence: "If my father asks about it later, Dahei will say that the young master forced me to eat these!"

"You have to serve me on a horse in the afternoon. Are you afraid that your father will break your legs when you have this meal?" Han Qian urged impatiently.

At this time, Han Qian glanced out the window and saw Fan Wucheng following Qingyun into the West Cluster Courtyard, untied the purple-maned horse from the peach tree with a dark face, as if his face was full of displeasure.

Han Qian frowned slightly, thinking that even if this guy didn't collude with Yao Xishui, he would find an opportunity to deal with him in the future.

Fan Dahei quickly poured half of the wooden barrel into his stomach, and there was nothing unusual except for his satisfaction. Han Qian quickly finished the bowl of rice he had reserved.

At this time, Fan Xicheng had a dark face and followed Qingyun in. Seeing that Fan Dahei was still sitting opposite Han Qian, he stared at him and said, "A silly guy who is ungrateful, doesn't know any rules at all - go to the North Courtyard to clean up the stable!"

Fan Dahei was afraid of his adoptive father Fan Xicheng, so he was scolded. Before Han Qian could speak, he ran back to the North Courtyard in shame; Qingyun also stuck out his tongue and packed the dishes and went out.

Han Qian didn't say anything, but returned to the study and went to the martial arts training ground in the afternoon. He didn't see Fan Dahei. Instead, he saw another soldier in the villa, Zhao Kuo, who walked over with a purple-maned horse and said, "Da Hei asked Fan to send him out to do business, and I will serve the young master on a horse!"

Han Qian was so angry that his forehead was beating slightly.

When he had lunch, he clearly told Fan Dahei that he had to serve him on horseback in the afternoon. Fan Xicheng, the old man, actually deliberately sent him out to do business!

Is Fan Xicheng the old man trying to show that he is the person in this villa?

Han Qian had a gloomy face, turned over and stepped onto the purple-maned horse, and trotted around the villa and circled around the villa. Zhao Kuo glanced at Han Qian and was slightly stunned when he saw that the young master was not furious.

Han Qian was sent to the villa for more than a month to be confined. He was serving delicious food and drinks. He had no wine to emptie his body, and his complexion had recovered a little.

He felt physically insufficient when riding a horse in the morning, and was still poisoned and had not eaten well for several days. At this time, he felt much more relaxed when he stepped on the horse.

At this time, Han Qian was no longer satisfied with circling around the villa, but rode his horse down the stream, ran to the other side of the stream, and jogged around the farm.

The mud ridge path outside the villa is too narrow, and the purple-maned horse is quite majestic, but it cannot run.

There are more than 300 acres of farmland on the west bank of the stream, and four or five miles are running in one circle.

The dirt road between the elm and willows is relatively spacious and there is no cover from the earthen walls and houses. The purple-maned horse can run happily with its hooves. If it weren't for the fear that Fan Xicheng would jump out to control him, Han Qian would rather ride his horse to the lake beach below for a walk.

After jogging around the Zhuangtian for three or four times, Han Qian was sweating profusely and stopped by the stream to rest. Perhaps his mentality suddenly reversed, and he didn't feel the hard work, but instead felt a sense of thrillingness.

Fan Xicheng probably got someone's report. At this time, he rushed to the mountain stream and saw that Han Qian had nothing to do wrong, so he stood on the other side without saying anything. The sunset fell on his dark and thin face, and it looked like a layer of elm bark was covered with. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Young master, you are so relaxed. If you fall, Old Zhao will not be able to explain to the head of the family!" Zhao Kuo ran over in sweat. Han Qian rode the purple mane horse and pulled out his speed, but he couldn't keep up.

Han Qian ignored Zhao Kuo, a soldier who was usually inconspicuous, suppressed his inner dissatisfaction, and calmly said to Fan Xicheng on the east bank of the stream:

"Fan Dahei's feet are good, so he will come to serve me on horseback in the future; he will also eat with me in the East Courtyard sooner or later. Mr. Fan, please tell the kitchen to prepare the East Courtyard meals according to Fan Dahei's appetite, so that people don't think I will treat you badly..."

"..." Fan Xicheng did not say good or bad, but just told the old thin soldier who was sweating profusely and said, "Zhao Kuo, don't let the purple-maned horse run around again and fall the young master. You and I have to use your life to thank the head of the family for your kindness."

The old dog is really the stones in the toilet that are smelly and hard!

Han Qian cursed hatefully in his heart, and then turned over and stepped onto the horse's back, but this time Zhao Kuo grabbed the reins tightly and asked Han Qian to scold and whip twice without letting go.

Zhao Kuo is in his forties and looks thin and has a yellow face full of wind and frost, like a rocky skin that has been weathered for thousands of years.

His arm holding the reins was as thin as a dead tree branch, but he could hold the extremely powerful purple-maned horse tightly, making it difficult to move the purple-maned horse.

In the past, when Han Qian saw no servant below listen to his words, he couldn't help but be furious and angry, but at this moment he was slightly shocked. Unexpectedly, Zhao Kuo, who was usually extremely inconspicuous, had such great strength in his arms!

Seeing that Zhao Kuo was whipped by him twice, he was so timid that he did not dare to resist, but just grabbed the rope and did not loosen his head. Han Qian thought that Zhao Kuo was so cowardly and had not been bullied by other soldiers, so he should not be very suspicious.

Otherwise, Yao Xishui and the people behind her would have put too much effort into him.

Zhao Kuo did not let go, Han Qian could not raise his speed and trot, so he lost the meaning of training, so he asked him to lead his horse to walk into the dangerous and steep back mountain - the back mountain also belongs to the villa - and just take a look at the scenery on both sides.

Baohua Mountain is located between Jinling and Runzhou. Because Jinling was formerly known as Shengzhou, Baohua Mountain, also known as Shengrun Mountain, spreads in a chain shape for more than 200 miles on the south bank of the Yangtze River.

Compared with Baohua Mountain, the rivers on the southern foot of Baohua Mountain are gathered. Although Chishan Lake, which is only three or four miles away from the villa, is thirteen or four miles wide, it still seems inconspicuous.

The sun sets, and the twilight is like a light purple gauze covering it, and the mountains and forests in the distance seem to be full of dangers.

Han Qian didn't dare to wander around outside at this time, so he rode his horse and led him down the mountain by Zhao Kuo.

There is still a distance from the village below, and two hunters, one old and one young, emerge from the mountains and forests in a rustling manner.

The two of them were wearing thick hemp clothes, straw ropes tied around their waists, a sickle, and a hemp shoes with their toes exposed. They each carried a hunting bow and a bamboo basket. The quiver made of bamboo joints was quite simple. It looked familiar and should be a nearby tenant.

Two lowly tenants actually dared to run into the back mountain of his house to poach wild animals. In the past, Han Qian would have whipped over. At this moment, Han Qian sat on the horse's back with pondering, watching the bamboo baskets behind the two men's backs full of prey such as pheasants, and blood leaked from the bottom of the bamboo basket.

Zhao Kuo glanced at Han Qian. Seeing that Han Qian's face was gloomy, he didn't know what the young master was thinking, so he did his duty as a family soldier and turned his head and asked the two old and young hunters in a deep voice: "Old Lord Zhao, you, your father and son have gained a lot today!"

These two people probably didn't expect to bump into Han Qian here, and Zhao Kuo was shocked.

After a moment of silence, the elderly reacted first, pulled the boy and knelt on the ground, removed the bamboo basket behind him, and said in a trembling voice: "We were about to send these prey to the villa, but we didn't expect to meet the young master and Mr. Zhao here!"

The boy had a rebellious look in his eyes. He struggled to stand up, but was held down by the elderly and lay on the mud.

"You, father and son, are very brave. How many times have Fan said that you are strictly forbidden to go up the mountain to poach. You are all right. Don't you know that this mountain is from the Han family? If you hadn't happened to ask me to meet the young master, you would have sent your prey to the villa?"

Zhao Kuo turned around and saw that Han Qian was still silent. I guess the young master didn't plan to easily guard the father and son, so he held the sword at his waist and stared at the father and son in front of him fiercely.

"This time you must be taken to the county for punishment!"

Poaching and robbing, and being sent to the county government for punishment, is bound to get a few sticks; and if you don’t ask someone to send money to plead with some mercy, you will have to get a few sticks down, and you will have to lose a few layers of skin if you don’t get rid of them.

After hearing Zhao Kuo say this, the elderly man's face suddenly became pale and he lay on the ground and kowtowed to beg for mercy. He knocked over the two bamboo baskets behind him without paying attention. The prey that was shot inside rolled down. In addition to a few pheasants, there were also goshawks that were shot through the abdomen with an arrow.

It is very common for hunters in the mountains to shoot a few pheasants with their hunting bows, but the archery technique of being able to shoot the goshawks soaring in the sky can be said to be quite amazing.

Han Qian has been abandoned in recent years, but he still understands these simple principles. Unexpectedly, there is such a powerful person in the mountains and fields.

Today, Han Qian kept reminding himself to keep calm in everything, but he would not say anything to these two irrelevant hunters. Just look at Zhao Kuo to deal with it, but a thought flashed through his mind at this moment.

At this time, Han Qian looked at the boy again. Even though his father forced him to kneel on the ground, his tight back still gave people the feeling of a beast about to rush up to eat people, not to mention the unyielding look hidden in his pupils, which was really impressive.

Han Qian couldn't help but wonder, if Zhai Xinping, a dreamer, was here, how would he use the archery skills and untamed boy in front of him?
Chapter completed!