Han Si was an idler.
Ever since he was young, Han Si did not like to study. Even if his family used a whip to send him to school, he would still make the teacher so angry that he almost choked to death.
In the end, his family gave up on Han Si.
When he was 15 years old, Han Si's parents had passed away, and he had also fallen into poverty. He spent his days wandering around Ya County, doing some shady business like stealing chickens, touching dogs, and swindling people.
After many years, other than guarding a broken straw hut, Han Si did not have any other valuable items.
If not for the fact that the patriarch of the Han Family had some status in Ya County and forbade anyone from buying that broken straw hut, Han Si would have frozen to death on the streets.
After all, Yanzhou was north of the Yangtze River and connected to Mishou. Even in spring, it was still a bit cold.
At this moment, Han Si was wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket. He knelt in a small dark room and kept kowtowing. Snot and tears flowed out uncontrollably.
"Imperial Envoy, please spare me! Imperial Envoy, please spare me! I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong! I shouldn't have offended the heavens and deceived you as an ordinary foreigner. I really know I was wrong … "
Han Si was also a fierce character. His head was already bleeding and he saw stars, but he still insisted on kowtowing.
Seeing that Han Si's face was covered in blood and he was about to collapse, a flame flashed in the dark. With a crackling sound, a small wooden stick lit a candle.
The person who lit the candle carefully put away the match. This was a new treasure that the Hall of Works gave to the Notre-Dame. It was far more magical than the previous flint or torch.
"Hmph!" That person snorted.
Han Si's body trembled. He secretly let out a sigh of relief and stopped kowtowing. He raised his head slightly and secretly sized up that person.
Under the candlelight, that person's brows were somewhat sinister. However, he could see that he was a relatively young person, no more than 25 or 26 years old. He had thin lips, a delicate appearance, a dignified gaze, and a solemn expression. Just a casual glance at Han Si was like a king looking down on him.
Han Si shivered and hurriedly said, "Master, I know I was wrong. As long as you let me go, I will work like an ox or horse without hesitation."
That person sat on the table and poured himself a cup of tea. He said, "The number of demons and barbarians I've killed is more than the number of people you've met."
The piercingly cold killing intent flew out like a real sword, the chill spreading. Han Si only felt that he was in the middle of winter, an unprecedented fear rising in his heart, instinctively continuing to kowtow.
Han Si realized that he had probably provoked a monster of the human race. An ordinary scholar could not possibly have such great power. He thought of the legendary power of literary courage. One had to be at least at the first level of Literary Courage to be able to release it slightly. However, for such a young person to have broken through the first level of Literary Courage, he was definitely not an ordinary scholar. It was very likely that he was a descendant of an aristocratic family.
Not to mention the Han Family Head, even the local County Magistrate, or even all the local officials added together, could not compare to a single strand of hair from an aristocratic family's descendant.
"Stop first," the man said slowly.
Han Si hurriedly stopped kowtowing.
"Do you know why I didn't kill you?"
"I don't know," Han Si said honestly.
"My surname is also Han."
Han Si acted as if he had grasped at a life-saving straw. He hurriedly said, "So it's the Great Master of the main family. Your nephew … no, your grandnephew greets you."
Han Si raised his head and laughed. The blood on his face made him look like a ferocious ghost.
That person was actually amused. He said, "I, Han Shouling, am not low in seniority, but it is rare to see such an old grandnephew. Although you are a villain, you are clever. Get up and wipe your face. "As he spoke, he tossed out a wet towel.
"Thank you, Granduncle." Han Si gave a simple and honest smile. He endured the pain and wiped his face. Even when he touched the wound, he only clenched his teeth tightly and did not make a sound.
After Han Si finished wiping, Han Shouling threw a thick stack of documents to Han Si. He said, "This is your file in the County Yamen. No need to pretend. I know you can read. See for yourself. "
Han Si was so frightened that he threw away the towel and took the thick stack of documents, then forced himself to read.
The more Han Si read, the more shocked he became. These were the County Yamen's records of his crimes over the years. Not only did it include the crimes he had previously punished, it also included the crimes he had found people to help eliminate. There were even a large number of cases that were related to him, but because there was no evidence, they could not do anything to him.
After flipping through a few pages, Han Si once again knelt on the ground and cried, "Granduncle, please save your grandnephew. Your grandnephew has made those small mistakes, but those big cases have nothing to do with your grandnephew! Although your grandnephew has been naughty and mischievous since young, he is extremely timid. If there is any trouble, he is the first to run away. If your grandnephew is really a villain who kills without blinking, how could the previous County Yamen let go of this great merit? Granduncle, I really have not killed anyone or robbed anyone … "
Han Si did not dare to mention some of the big cases.
Han Shouling smiled slightly and said, "Whether or not you have committed a crime worthy of execution is not up to you. The County Yamen is not up to you. It is up to me!"
Han Si cried, "Granduncle, your grandnephew is really innocent. Your grandnephew has only heard of those disasters. I did not participate in them."
Han Shouling ignored Han Si and said to himself, "Do you know which family is the noblest in the human race?"
"Of course it is the famous Han Feizi Family …" Han Si was just saying it casually, but halfway through, he was shocked and stared at Han Shouling with wide eyes. Then, fear appeared on his face and he trembled. If Han Shouling said the word "heavy" again, he would be scared to the point of shitting his pants.
Han Shouling smiled and asked, "What is the noblest place in the human race?"
Han Si did not have the courage to answer, but under Han Shouling's gaze, he forced himself to think normally and said slowly, "Of course it is the Notre-Dame."
Han Shouling continued to ask, "Who is the first person below the Saint?"
"Of course it is Fang Yun, Fang Xusheng, the current Prime Minister of the Left." Han Si answered seriously.
Han Shouling nodded his head and said, "Although I, Han Shouling, became a Jinshi at a young age, I am still a virtuous and noble person. I won't fall behind others. I am proficient in dog fighting, horse betting, eagle fighting, and all sorts of other things. If it is always like this, it is not bad. However, my cousin Han Shoulv, who used to follow behind me, was promoted to the Hanlin Academy before me and will become a great Confucian scholar in the future. This made me very embarrassed. I, Han Shouling, also want to save face! I am a ruthless person, so I found Shoulv and used his embarrassing childhood stories to threaten him and ask him to find a way out for me. Even if I can't surpass him, I can't fall too far behind him. He showed me a way out and asked me to work for Fang Xusheng. As long as I can enter Fang Xusheng's eyes, I will definitely become a Grand Scholar in 20 years, and even have a few children who have a chance to become great Confucians. "
Han Si gently wiped the sweat off his face. He had seen the rich playboys in the county and even in the prefecture. But compared to these rich playboys, those playboys were just playing house.
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