I am Han Fuzhi from the beginning of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 10 The Dead Man
Back at the mansion, Han Fu immediately summoned a group of civil servants and military generals, including the officials who came to greet him earlier.

Everyone stood silently on both sides, and the entire hall fell into silence.

The shepherd of a state is equivalent to a high-ranking official in the previous life being assassinated in the street under the protection of a group of fast-moving troops, which can be described as extremely bad.

"Lord Zhou Mu, we were wronged!" Dozens of officials knelt on the ground, trembling with fear.

"Gongyu, check it out for me, check it hard, and report to me immediately if you find out who did it." Han Fu slapped the table and shouted.

Ju Shou stood up and said solemnly, "Come here, take all these people away."

"Yes!" Some soldiers came in, ignored the cries of the officials, and took the officials away to search and question.

All officials are silent.

"Tell me! Who actually assassinated me?" Han Fu patted the table a few times.

There was no such thing as a chair in the Three Kingdoms. They all sat on their knees. As a modern person, he was naturally not used to it, so he sat directly on the desk.

"My lord, I suspect that it was the Li family who did it. A few days ago, a member of the Li family contacted Yuan Shao, resulting in a lot of property being confiscated and fined. He held a grudge..." Xin Ping touched his sparse beard and came out.

"Oh? Is there any evidence?" Li Li jumped out and said dissatisfiedly, "My Li family has a child relationship with Mr. Han's family. It is impossible to assassinate the in-laws. This is completely nonsense."

"There's no evidence, I'm just guessing." Xin Ping sneered.

"Okay, stop making unwarranted guesses. Otherwise, if you are wronged and a good person is wronged, you will be put in jail." Han Fu shouted.

"Yes, my lord!" Xin Ping was shocked when he heard this.

Everyone discussed it to no avail, and Han Fu couldn't say anything when he saw these people, he could only doubt this and that, and some people even said that Dong Zhuo sent someone to do it.

Han Fu almost sprayed each other to death. In his memory, Han Fu bribed Dong Zhuo several times with gold and silver, and the two had a good relationship in private.

Although he did betray him later, Dong Zhuo actually didn't pay attention to him at all, let alone find someone to assassinate him from thousands of miles away.

A series of searches conducted by Jushou and others found that these officials who came to welcome them did not know their catchers at all, but only the leader and deputy leader of the catcher.

Both the leader and the deputy leader said that those assassins were newly joined a few days ago.

It was Tian Dan, who was guarding Yecheng, who told Jushou that he hadn't recruited arresters recently, and that the arresting leaders and officials had colluded with each other, so that Jushou finally found out the real reason.

"My lord." Ju Shou came to the night and said angrily, "These officials and police chiefs took a lot of bribes and forced some policemen, causing these assassins to mix in with the policemen to assassinate the lord, and after they were caught, they wanted to conceal their guilt. .”

"What a bastard, I beheaded all these officials for the crime of treason, demoted two ranks for those who helped conceal it, and demoted one rank for those who proved their innocence." Han Fu cursed helplessly. The scholars were some behind-the-scenes masterminds who sent money under those officials, and the dead soldiers were dead. There was no use in trying to bite other officials.

"My lord is wise!" Jushou nodded silently and went out to do it. In fact, like a spark lighting up his heart, he completely decided to be loyal to Han Fu, who had become wise.

Han Fu smiled, he knew that Jushou had returned his heart during this time, and he had actually guessed the actions of the aristocratic family, but he did not expect to assassinate Jushou who was stalking and arresting people, but instead assassinated Han Fu who was heavily guarded. And it almost succeeded!

"What a surprise!"

While some people were worried about Han Fu's change and some were happy, but they were terrified of some officials and aristocratic families who had connections with Yuan Shao.

But those who were originally loyal to Han Fu were also concerned about gains and losses. After all, Han Fu's behavior affected the status of the family, but he could indeed be a master who could survive in troubled times.

However, the assassination incident continued to ferment for a week and finally calmed down. Han Fu, who couldn't find the murderer, had to put the matter aside and worked harder on his inner strength.

In a large hall, a shadow sat at the head and yelled angrily: "It failed. These dead men also said that they can kill the emperor. They are just trash, and they didn't even have serious injuries."

"Calm down, since the assassination failed, we can only think about it..." A man with the appearance of a counselor sighed.

……

a few days later.

"Bing Bing Bing..." Han Fu and Fang Sheng fought each other with a sword and a stick.

Dao Guang and Stick Shadow entangled each other endlessly, and from time to time, you could see the wooden stick trying to hit Han Fu several times but retracting it.

When Fang Sheng flicked his stick, Han Fu felt a pain in his wrist, and his grip on the sword uncontrollably loosened.

"Clang." The sword fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.

"Master Fang Sheng is really powerful. Even if you suppress your strength to the peak of a third-rate, I, a second-rate, can't beat you." Han Fu said with a wry smile.

"Amitabha, I have practiced the Yi Jin Jing to the depth of the Yi Jing, my body is strong, and my staff skills are top-notch, but your sword skills are not top-notch, there is no comparison at all." Fang Sheng shook his head and said.

Han Fu smiled wryly, he naturally knew about this, but Fang Sheng didn't know swordsmanship or saber technique at all, and the only weapon he cultivated was first-class Dharma stick technique.

But Han Fu doesn't like the stick method at all, because the stick method is very disadvantageous on the battlefield.

"I have memorized a wood-burning saber technique, but the minimum requirement for this saber technique must be top-notch, otherwise it will be a show if you don't have enough internal strength." Fang Sheng thought for a while.

Han Fu smiled wryly again. The internal strength of the Great Returning Pill hadn't been fully digested before, and Fang Sheng hadn't yet refined a second Great Returning Pill. If you want to reach the first-class level, you don't even need to work hard for decades.

"Then practice the flowery frame of burning wood swordsmanship, at least this flowery frame is much better than the low-level scribe's swordsmanship." Han Fu took a sword from the next shelf.

A plump and mature middle-aged woman came over and very gently wiped the sweat off Han Fu's head with a handkerchief.

In fact, Han Fu hadn't messed around with those wives and concubines for a long time, because he was getting old, and he almost ignored them, but since he practiced Yi Jin Jing, he felt that there was a strong vitality there again.

Thinking of this, he looked aside at Fang Sheng, an old monk who had been a monk for decades. He really didn't know how this guy lived for so many years. Could it be that monks also use their hands?

Fang Sheng kept chanting Amitabha Buddha, as if he couldn't stand the act of throwing dog food face to face.

Han Fu smiled, this woman was actually his real wife, and she was only a girl from a small family whom she married when she was a petty official.

However, the status of women in this world is very low, just like the previous one, since eight years ago when the body became weak, they no longer paid attention to these wives and concubines, and even took them as their servants.

Even my own children are allowed to grow up at will. If they want to practice martial arts, they can practice. I don't care. If they want to study, they can study. I don't care. Want to be a dude?You have to have the guts.

Although Jizhou has money, Han Fu was very stingy in his previous life, and this son didn't give him any money, so he couldn't go out and spend money. Even if he went out, he would be followed by one or two family members. kill.

After Han Fu traveled through time, he had no feelings for these people. Although young people originally liked them, he did not change his original behavior and still treated them as his maids.

But what left Han Fu speechless was that these ladies were fighting to death for the job of wiping her sweat, and he had to ask them to take turns to calm it down.

"Husband, my son Han Bian has been practicing martial arts for more than ten years, and he is at the level of a hundred enemies. I want to find some people in the mansion to teach him to go further." The lady said very carefully. Up to now, the whole person has changed a lot, and even she can't guess what Han Fu is thinking.

"Hundred Enemy Level?" Han Fu was stunned when he heard that, Han Bian also remembered that he was the eldest son of his original wife, and he liked to practice martial arts. He practiced by himself after learning from his former personal guard commander (Gao Lan), but But he didn't expect that his strength was no less than his own now.

"Very good." Han Fu smiled and said, "Let's do this! You let him and other people in the house who are over ten years old and want to learn martial arts come to the school to practice together at this time every day."

The middle-aged woman's name is Yang Xue. He blushed excitedly when he heard this, and nodded quickly: "Yes, husband, tomorrow I will let him and other children who want to practice martial arts come over."

In fact, generally speaking, after Han Fu died, Han Bian succeeded Chengzhou Mu, but Han Bian liked martial arts but not literature, while his predecessor, Han Fu, liked literature but not martial arts, so naturally he had a bad impression of Han Bian.This caused Yang Xue to be very worried about it.

Han Fu's abacus was also crackling. The old monk Fang Sheng talked about compassion every day, but he was not humble at all in his actions, and he defeated Han Fu unceremoniously every time.

What if there weren't a few bottom and evenly matched existences for him to find confidence.

(End of this chapter)