Shao Shuhuan was stunned and looked up, but saw a middle-aged man wearing a green robe opposite him. He looked pretty and dressed normally, but his materials were very particular. He was surrounded by a middle-aged servant who was slightly fat. He just scolded him for being the one who was scolding him.

These days he had heard Aunt Zhou say that many officials in the capital were afraid that this person was also an official, so he did not dare to be careless in his heart. He hurriedly bowed carefully, bowed and smiled, said, "It's Xiaoke who is reckless, and has hit you."

The middle-aged man looked at him for a moment before saying, "Young master, you are rude, it's a rude slave!"

Shao Shuhuan smiled and stepped aside, letting the middle-aged man go first. However, the middle-aged man was also strange, his eyes fell straight on his face, and he felt very uncomfortable when he looked at him.

Shao Shuhuan was surprised in his heart. Even the old madam Song just now did not look at people like this. Why is this middle-aged man so rude?

He had been here for no reason for more than two months. From the beginning of being helpless to gradually adapting, in order to inherit a new identity in this world and survived well, he naturally put some effort into ancient rituals, saying that he had not offended this person, but why did he look at him like this?

"Young Master, please!" The middle-aged man looked at him for a moment, turned slightly, and asked him to leave first.

Shao Shuhuan accused him of guilt, bowed his fists and bowed again, and then left first. On the way back, he easily forgot the man in the green robe he met by Tianyi Academy. He met a flower farmer who sold flowers trees. He spent a penny to buy an apricot blossom, returned to his yard, found an abandoned shovel, dug a big hole, planted the apricot blossoms, and then laughed three times, pointing at the apricot blossoms and said, "Don't let my expectations down. You must come out of the wall when you grow up."

If the flower farmer selling apricot blossoms knew that Shao Shuhuan bought apricot blossoms and just wanted to watch it grow up and come out of the wall, I wonder if he would vomit blood in anger.

After such a struggle, the sky gradually became dark. Shao Shuhuan closed the courtyard gate, washed his hands, went back to the room and lit a candle, arranged all the pens, ink, paper and ink bought from the academy, grinding the ink, thinking in his mind that the beginning of the Dream of Red Mansions, and slowly wrote it down. Before the first chapter was finished, a candle was lit.

Shao Shuhuan not only sighed, there was no fountain pen in this world, and naturally there was no computer keyboard. Moreover, although he knew that this was an ancient era, similar to some traditional dynasties in Chinese history, he thought about the history of all dynasties, but there was no such dynasty.

I think he has come to a completely unfamiliar world.

To be honest, he was really not used to writing with a brush, and his speed was much slower. After rubbing his eyes, Shao Shuhuan stood up and was about to write while lighting a candle, but the moment he got up, he was so shocked that he was sweating all over his body. Under the bright light, his shadow was pulled long on the ground, and next to his shadow, there was actually a figure?

Ghost? This was Shao Shuhuan's first subconscious, but then he recalled that this was not a ghost, but a human, someone standing behind him...

"Don't move, otherwise I will kill you with one sword!" Behind me, a cold voice remembered coldly, and at the same time, Shao Shuhuan's neck became cold, and a bright long sword was already resting on his neck.

"You... who are you? How did you come in?" Shao Shuhuan asked tremblingly. He remembered it very clearly. He clearly closed the doors of the yard and the doors of the house. How did this person come in?

The man behind him did not answer, but just pressed his sword on his shoulder. Shao Shuhuan's body shortened and he fell on the chair. However, the chair was originally a shabby thing. With such gravity, he suddenly felt "clang" and it was all dispersed. It was even more embarrassing when Shao Shuhuan himself fell to the ground with four legs, which was so embarrassing.

The man behind him seemed to have not expected this. He waved his sword and swept over under the candlelight with a cold light. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, pointing at the vital point of Shao Shuhuan's throat again.

Shao Shuhuan finally had the opportunity to see clearly the person's appearance. He was not very old, about forty years, and his appearance was very ordinary, without any characteristics. He only had a pair of eyes, but he was divided into bright. He was wearing some black tights and a long blue steel sword in his hand.

"If a hero wants money, I still have five taels of silver here, just take it away." Shao Shuhuan said with a wry smile. As he said, he touched the purse on his waist, took it out and handed it over. The five taels of silver were earned by selling two new poems today, which was all his possessions.

In my previous life, I read books and TV. I always saw those thieves riding over the eaves and walls, robbing the rich and helping the poor. I was very impressed, but it was really my turn to meet them, but it was not the case at all.

"I don't want money, what about the things under the stove?" the man in black asked coldly.

"Stove?" Shao Shuhuan couldn't help but shuddered in his heart when he heard this. He had known for a long time that the things under the stove were definitely secretly put in by someone, but he did not expect that they would be found so soon.

"What stove? I haven't seen it..." At this point, he could only pretend to be stupid and push him three or five or six.

"Hiss..." A trace of cold air invaded Shao Shuhuan's chest. When he looked down, he was so scared that he was scattered. The man in black only flashed with a cold light of sword light, but all the clothes on his chest were cut open. Although he did not hurt his flesh, he scared him very much. Moreover, now his sword light was pressing against his chest. As long as he exerted a little force, he could pierce his heart without any effort and kill him.

Suddenly, the man in black's eyes shrank for a moment and his eyes fell on his chest.

Shao Shuhuan was shocked and then woke up. He was afraid that the small gourd porcelain bottle would be lost, so he tied the rope and hung it on his chest. Now that his clothes were torn, the small porcelain bottle could not hide, and it was completely exposed.

The man in black picked up the long sword and broke the rope of the porcelain bottle. The next second, the porcelain bottle had fallen steadily into his hands.

"Do you still say you don't know?" the man in black sneered.

Shao Shuhuan thought about it. Anyway, he had already memorized the Xuan Ji Internal Classic and Dugu Nine Styles in the book, so it would be fine to give it to him. Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and said, "Let me get up, I'll give it to you."

"How good it would be so good?" The man in black sneered and put away his long sword.

Shao Shuhuan stood up and saw that there was only one last bit of candle on the table. He was busy taking two more pieces, one was lit on the table to replace the previous one, but the other was held in his hand, holding the candle in the other hand, and shone under the bed. He fumbled under the bed for a while, but still took out the blue box and handed it to the man in black and said, "Give it to you!"

The man in black saw him holding a candle in one hand and a blue box in the other. He looked clearly under the fire. For a moment, he was not only stunned, but also said in his heart: "There is such a similar person in the world?" Suddenly, he thought of a possibility. The long sword in his hand flashed, and Shao Shuhuan felt a pain in his wrist. The candle fell to the ground with a bang and extinguished instantly. At the same time, the blue box in his hand was also snatched by the man in black.

"Turn around and take off your pants!" the man in black ordered coldly.

"What did you say?" Shao Shuhuan couldn't believe his ears. What did he do? God, although he had a lot of yaya in his previous life, he would not have suffered such retribution, right? This man in black actually has a special hobby?

Although he heard Aunt Zhou say that those rich and powerful families have children, but...

"Hurry up!" the man in black shouted impatiently. While speaking, the long sword in his hand pointed at his throat again.

"Soldiers can be killed but not humiliated!" Shao Shuhuan closed his eyes and smiled coldly, "You will kill me."

"Ha, I'm really ambitious!" The man in black laughed coldly, "It's not easy for me to kill you?"

Shao Shuhuan closed his eyes and waited for death without saying anything, but at this moment, his waist numb and his whole body could not move. He was shocked, opened his eyes and asked, "What are you going to do?"

The man in black ignored him and forced him to press him down on the bed, untied his sweat towel, and took off his underwear. Although the candlelight was too bright, a red crescent-shaped birthmark on Shao Shuhuan's right buttock was clearly visible.

The man in black looked at it, not only frowned, but later asked after a while: "Have you been punished with a poach recently?"

Shao Shuhuan had greeted all his eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart, and sighed in his heart that he was unlucky. As soon as he came to this world, he leaned over an unlucky person with a butt being beaten and was touched by Aunt Zhou every day. Today, he actually encountered such a pervert, and the big man took his pants off.
Chapter completed!