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This is harsh to hear!

Yan Kuan's brows turned cold and he looked at Xie Jueyuan with an unfriendly look.

He has sharp eyebrows and eyes, and his facial features are sharp. It's okay when he is smiling, but once his expression is cold, people around him will feel a strong sense of suffocation, as if he is a killing god.

Upon seeing this, the three guards at the table moved closer to Xie Lian and placed their hands on the table, waiting for the enemy to make a move.

Yan Kuan had sharp eyes and saw that the three men had thick calluses on their palms, which must have been the result of years of practicing martial arts and wielding weapons.

His eyebrows narrowed slightly: "Who are you? What do you want to do in Hezhou?"

It is said that wealthy families would also keep a few thugs. After all, the world is in chaos and one might encounter bandits and robbers when going out.

But looking at the demeanor of the man in front of him, even the child does not seem to have the temperament of an ordinary person.

If it were an ordinary child, he would have been laughing or playing loudly at this time. How could he sit here so obediently for such a long time?

Moreover, he could see that the three big men and one small one were secretly led by Xie Jueyuan, and everything depended on his opinion.

Xie Lian tapped his fingers on the table twice, his brows lowered:

"Don't be nervous, Lord Yan. We are just merchants passing by. We just think it's a pity that you have martial arts skills but nowhere to display them here."

These words didn't sound false, and the word "regret" touched Yan Kuan's heart.

I got up and walked to the pond, looking at the turbid water inside:

"What kind of world do you think this is? Corrupt officials are rampant, the people are oppressed and starving, and people are living in misery everywhere. Who can really be a leisurely person in such a chaotic world?"

It was obvious that he did not believe in Xie Lian's identity, but Yan Kuan did not ask any further questions. He just stood quietly by the pool.

Xie Lian felt a little disturbed. He didn’t expect this wild and reckless man to say such a thing. He was a little surprised.

Looking at his tall and broad back, he vaguely saw his father whom he had not seen for many years, walking to the door like this before going to war:

"A Lian, this chaotic world will change one day. Your father hopes that you will remember this when you become an official and speak up for the people."

He had been in poor health since childhood and could not practice martial arts, so he was destined to take the imperial examinations and become a civil servant in the future.

Today, Dai Viet values ​​culture over military affairs, so he has great potential with his talent.

But he didn't expect that before he could embark on his official career, his father and brother were captured on the battlefield, committed suicide due to humiliation, and his mother also hanged herself.

Xie Lian could hardly suppress his hatred. He glanced at the people around him and then tried to suppress it. His round, white nails dug into his palms, and blood oozed out, staining his sleeves.

No one saw it.

Yan Kuan withdrew his thoughts. He was always carefree and would not think about things that he couldn't get over. He bowed and said:

"I saved you, you treated me to a meal, we owe each other nothing, bye"

As he said this, he walked into the government office.

Xie Lian stared at his back coldly, his eyes flashing with fierceness. They didn’t owe each other anything, so how could it be so easy!

Xie Lian and his companions returned to their room in the inn. Two guards were left outside to watch over it, and there were footsteps coming and going on the second floor and downstairs.

There seems to be the sound of horseshoes tapping!

The people in the room bowed respectfully to Xie Lian and said, “Greetings, Your Excellency the Prime Minister.”

Xie Lian hummed calmly.

He bowed slightly to the six-year-old child on the chair and said, "It is not advisable to stay here for long. Your Majesty should return to Beijing first."

Mo Ruye stood up, wanting to hold Xie Lian but not daring to, and looked at him with dependence: "Father, come back with me."

Xie Lian: "I still have things to do, and will be back in two days."

He still wanted to torture that madman to death, so how could he leave now?

The executioner has arrived downstairs. Tonight is the man’s death anniversary next year.

He hasn't done it himself for many years. He wondered if he would still be so arrogant and speak wildly when the branding iron burned the man.

Mo Ruye felt a little disappointed, but then he remembered something and said excitedly:

"Then I will take the strong man back with me today, give him an official position, and let him serve the country."

In fact, what he wanted to say was that with him by his side, the journey would definitely not be boring.

After all, he was just a six-year-old kid. Xie Lian saw through his little tricks and looked impatient:

"No, he is a government servant. How can he leave his job easily without a written transfer?"

Mo Ruye pursed his lips and said nothing more.

Before leaving, he reminded in the carriage: "Father, you fell into the water today, make sure they make you a bowl of ginger soup to prevent you from getting sick."

Such caring words slightly eased the coldness on Xie Lian’s face, and he nodded.

Watch them leave.

Here, Yan Kuan returned to the government office and formally explained what had happened to the county magistrate. The county magistrate nodded repeatedly and praised him for a good job.

Yan Kuan didn't bother to pay attention to his hypocritical face. In his previous life, it was he who colluded with that group of unscrupulous businessmen and forced himself into a desperate situation, becoming a bandit.

If he didn't want to make a name for himself in life and not make the same mistakes again, he would have killed this guy with one punch.

Yan Kuan, who was on duty at the government office, took eighty taels of silver from under his quilt and returned home.

I plan to wait for Lin Daguang to come and deliver the money in the evening.

It was called a home, but it was actually no more than a doghouse, a shanty-style tiled house with no maid in the yard. He spent all his money on drinking and listening to music.

His parents don't like to live in Hezhou and are still in their hometown in the countryside. His mother is in poor health and eats vegetarian food and chants Buddhist scriptures all day long. His father is a well-known kind man who loves to help others and likes to do farm work in his spare time. He has a good reputation.

Yan Kuan was a filial son and often sent money home to his parents. The old couple thought that their son would have a bright future in Hezhou and had no idea that he had a bad reputation as a living hell.

I'm also planning to arrange a marriage for him when he returns!

Opening the letter his father wrote to him this month:

"It's nice to see you in person, Kuan'er. You are the head of the Yamen in Hezhou and a role model for the government office. Remember what your father said. An official must be honest and upright and support the people. Remember this."

Yan Kuan had a subtle look on his face. He glanced at the eighty taels of silver in his hand and secretly sighed that his father and he had a 'telepathic connection'.

"Wait till tonight, there are still eighty taels left, Dad. I will send it back to you all then. You and Mom can use it. Don't beat me with a bamboo stick then."

He had a lot of calculations in his mind. His father had done good deeds all his life, but he never received any blessings. Now that he was reborn, he must make good progress in his career and strive to make a name for himself.

He had a lot of connections in Hezhou, even the bandits were on good terms with him, and he thrived like a fish in water.

Rather than going out and fawning on others in pursuit of a career, it is better to be a local emperor in Hezhou.

He was determined to pass the imperial examination and become the top military scholar in two years, then ask for a favor and return to Hezhou to serve as a county magistrate. Perhaps the emperor would reward him handsomely, seeing that he was not seeking fame or fortune!

Then, I will demote that damn magistrate to be a prison soldier and make things difficult for him every day. It's a wonderful thought.

When he was in the mood, he picked up a stick and started dancing in the yard.

The story of his kung fu comes from a chance encounter. When he was a child, a Taoist priest came to his house and asked for a bowl of well water. Seeing that he had an amazing skeleton and a strong face, he asked him if he wanted to learn martial arts.

At that time, he was asking his father to become an apprentice to learn skills. In the countryside, there were no famous teachers. They were just bodyguards.

Yan Kuan was not satisfied, so he immediately became the disciple of this Taoist priest who looked like Zhang Sanfeng on TV.