Chapter 3: No Return 3 ()

In the early morning, Han Yi woke up from his deep sleep.

A ray of light from the rising sun shone through the skylight and shot on his face, making him feel a hint of warmth. He found that he was covered with a robe, which was taken off his robe at night and covered him.

Han Yi felt very warm in his heart. Seeing his father's eyes closed, his temples were gray, and his thin face showed a pair of prominent cheekbones, his father became even more haggard. Han Yi tiptoed to cover his robe back on his father, which woke him up.

Han Xiwen looked at the robe he had covered and said as if nothing had happened: "You spoke a lot of sleep last night. Just like you looked like you were injured that day, you said something nonsense in the clouds."

"Yeah!" Han Yi nodded. He dreamed of the ancient painting again.

"You must write me this morning." Han Xiwen said.

"Dad, let's forget it today!" Han Yi pointed to the surrounding environment. He was delighted that he could see the sunshine again.

"Carry me a memorial!" Han Xiwen insisted.

"Is it a memorial to go out in front or a memorial to go out in the back?" Han Yi asked.

"You must recite them to your father!"

Han Yi felt that he had a lot of mouths. Under Han Xiwen's strict requirements, the owner of this body did not seek much understanding, but only wanted to deal with it with it in a hurry. Although the memories of the two lives made Han Yi very fluent in his memorization, there were still some omissions.

"You need to read more books!" Han Xiwen looked stern.

"Yes!" Han Yi said, looking at the prison door and listening to the movement outside. At this moment, he admired his father's unmovingness as if he was about to behead his head. He actually remembered in the cell that he wanted to supervise his studies.

Han Yi's half-heartedness made Han Xizai very dissatisfied. Han Xiwenkao said: "Although you have memorized Zhuge Wuhou's famous works, can you understand the meaning?"

"Do your wholeheartedly, and you will die! Prime Minister Zhuge is admired by later scholars, which is a famous saying." Han Yi said. Seeing that his father was very proud, he knew why his father had to recite these two ancient texts by himself. "I think Zhuge Liang is a literati who governs the country and maintains peace and stability, and saves the world during the times. He also bears the will of the Lord of Shu. He is loyal to the Lord of Shu. He has no indecent thoughts. It is difficult to be honest and upright! Compared with this life, martial artists are violent, civil officials are underestimated and powerful officials are responsible for it. Zhuge is worthy of being a model for literati!"

Han Xiwen said: "It's a pity that Zhuge is only one person! I hate that I am a father who has been in poverty for a lifetime and that I have nowhere to serve. I only regret that I have no talent for Zhang Liang and Chen Ping."

"The child has different opinions on what his father said. Although Zhuge was a genius, he failed to fulfill his ambition in the end and died before he succeeded. It was not because his wisdom was not as good as that of Wei and Cao, but because of his own. When Shu was destroyed, Zhuge should bear half of his crimes."

"nonsense!"

"I devote my wholeheartedness to my life and die. Zhuge Liang himself has done this. If a scholar can be treated and valued by his master like him, he will have no regrets in his death. The so-called scholars who are willing to die for their confidants. Therefore, poor scholars throughout the ages praised Zhuge, hoping that his emperors could also look at the cottage and invite him to become officials in person. How famous would it be? According to the child, Zhuge was just a military force. He went to Qishan six times and achieved nothing. Instead, he resisted unification and died many people. Could it be that the person named Liu Zhengyue? Isn't this the same thing today? The Central Plains are in chaos and the South is divided. If the Central Plains are stable, the southern countries will be as tiny as the disease, and then we will have a peaceful life."

Han Xiwen's face turned pale, but said, "It's just a matter of justice. When will my son read history?"

"When I go back to my dad, my child is in my hometown, my mother often teaches me, read more books and learn more about it."

"Although my son's words are so irrational, they are in line with the current affairs. I am very happy for the elders. I should read more and have a long experience in the future. He said. He only remembered that it would be too late to say these words now, and I will not be able to save my head. What else can I read?

"This is the first time Dad has praised his child!" Han Yi said with a smile.

"You, my father and my son will be beheaded. If you are a father in the future, you will be a delusion!" Han Xiwen was worried, "I only regret that I die in poverty, I only regret that I have many fates; I die in old age and illness, I only regret that I have a normal life; I will die in resistance to the enemy, and that I will be vigorous! If I am executed as a spy, how can I feel?"

Hearing his father's sigh, Han Yi was upset. He stood up and shouted outside the cell: "Prison, Prison!"

The door of the cell was opened and squeaked. The prisoner walked in with a food box in his hand. The prisoner behind him was holding a pot of wine and put it down expressionlessly. The prisoner muttered:

"The world has changed. Death prisoners are even more glorious than those who are poor, and they are served with good wine and meat!"

The Han father and son stared blankly at the plates of jerky fruits and vegetables and the pot of wine, thinking that this would not be the last meal for the father and son to go to the execution ground, right?

Han Yi poured a glass of wine for himself first, raised his neck and took a sip, and said with a reluctant smile: "The magistrate doesn't want to get rid of the knife, so he sent someone to bring the poisoned wine. The child tasted it first."

"Nonsense, if you don't want to be poisoned, you should starve to death. Being a father is not that cowardly!" Han Xiwen said. He grabbed the wine pot, raised his neck and poured a big mouthful into his mouth.

The father and son were already hungry. They ate all the wine and meat, and found that they were still fine and looked at each other.

"It seems that the head is still beheaded with a big knife, which is to make us a full devil." Han Yi said, but his heart was moved. He walked back and forth in the prison cell. When the disaster was coming, he was about to beheaded, and he was no longer calm.

However, his anxiety was useless. At night, the prison head brought another meal of rich food, but he didn't mention the beheading, and the father and son were a little more broad-minded.

At midnight, the father and son suddenly heard a loud shout of killing outside the city, which lasted for two hours.

The two of them endured until dawn the next day, and there was a chaotic footstep outside the cell. The father and son were shocked, and they heard someone shouting outside the door:

"The magistrate arrived in person, and open the prison door!"

Time was not long, Wu Luan came in with a smile, opened the shackles for the father and son, and said, "Mr. Wu is sorry, I'm here to apologize!"

Han Xiwen said in surprise: "I dare not, I dare not!"

"Sir, are we father and son innocent?" Han Yixi said.

"Yesterday, the Japanese magistrate took down a group of soldiers, arrested 75 people in total, and interrogated them personally. Shao Ke, who was a villain, was almost trying to harm me. Fortunately, his nephew was very knowledgeable about the small things, to eliminate harm for the people and the country. Fortunately, he was very lucky!"

"If the lord cut off our father and son's heads on the eve, it would probably be too late to apologize again." Han Yi complained.

"Forgive me, forgive me!" Wu Luan looked embarrassed.

Han Xiwen glared at his son and hurriedly said, "Sir, you are too humble. It is also a blessing for the military and civilians of Beizhou. What is personal honor and disgrace? You dare not forget to worry about the country if you are low!"

"What a 'the father and son of the Han family in Qingzhou are really loyal ministers and righteous men!" Wu Luan was in awe.

Following Wu Luan out of the prison, Han Yi saw that the soldiers and civilians in the city were all overjoyed, and many dejected Khitans were tied up. The swords and axes and swordsmanship were raising their swords and rolling down one by one. Another man in the military uniform of Jin army soldiers, namely spies inside the defenders, were tied to trees in the city and allowed the people to beat and retaliate. It was really better to die than to die. Han Yi was very surprised when he saw that there were Khitan prisoners:

"Did the adults take the initiative last night?"

Wu Luan said: "That Japanese and Korean nephew said that the magistrate wanted to send people to the Khitan camp outside the city. The magistrate used a brief plan. After learning that Shao Ke was really a spy, he sent the guest to the Lu Shuan Yun. The city was discussing surrender, and advised the Hu barbarians to be calm and not to arouse the resistance in the city. The enemy chief thought that our Beizhou would soon be in a row, but unexpectedly, the magistrate ordered the elite forces to open the door and go out of the city to attack the enemy chief after midnight yesterday, and caught the enemy chief off guard. In this battle, he killed no less than 5,000 Hu barbarians and captured more than 300 horses. Our army chased the enemy fifty miles before returning to the army. Now the main force of the Hu barbarians has fled far away."

"Sir, you are such a good general!" Han Xiwen praised. Han Yi also felt that Wu Luan was quite strategic. He was trying to save himself from his crime, but Wu Luan thought further and took the initiative.

"Where, where, this is the burden of all the military and civilians!" Wu Luan waved his hand, proudly.

After going up the Arrow Tower, Han Yi climbed up to look out and saw that the Khitan camp outside the city was in a mess. There were traces of arson and fighting yesterday. Only a few Khitans were still cruising and surveillance in the distance.

Han Yi thought to himself that the Khitans would probably not take this breath. If there were only a few people in the city, they could take this opportunity to move the city south. But now the population in the city is only about 10,000. Once they leave the city, they may be intercepted by the Khitans halfway.

Wu Luan took a bow from the sergeant and handed it to Han Yi and said, "I heard that Nephew Han has outstanding archery skills. Can you give it a try?"

"As for order!" Han Yi held the bow in his hand and pulled the bowstring. "When my nephew was in his hometown in Qingzhou, he liked to chase wild animals on weekdays and often used a soft bow of 60 kilograms to help chase and shoot quickly!"

Wu Luan called him his nephew, and Han Yi certainly would not refuse.

Wu Luan knew that he thought the bow in his hand was too soft and said, "At the age of a nephew, he could draw a bow of 60 kilograms, and his strength was quite good. How about changing to an eighty kilogram?"

"It's just my wish." Han Yi said, "If you want your nephew to use the strongest bow of 100 pounds, you have to wait a few years."

"Stop talking to Lord Wu, how can you be so frivolous?" Han Xiwen scolded.

"Haha, Chief Han doesn't need to be scolded. The young man is at a high spirit. I think that Nephew Han is decisive and smart, and will definitely have a great future in the future." Wu Luan said with a smile.

As he spoke, Han Yi had already drawn his bow like a full moon, and black arrows flew out of the arrow tower, just in the middle of a war drum above the city. Before the soldiers could cheer, Han Yi shot two arrows one after another, both of which hit the target. The war drum face could not withstand the attack of three arrows, and had already broken a big hole.

Han Yi seemed to be standing there calmly, but his chest was also gasping and his arms were weak, but his head, his speed of fire, and his strength were really surprising. There were bursts of cheers from the crowd.

"Oh, I'm going to have a good war drum, and the nephew of the Han family broke it." Wu Luan said half-jokingly.

"The war drum is dead, and being able to shoot the enemy is the bottom line." Han Yi said, "If I had such a chance to shoot the target that would not fight back, that would be a blessing."

"You said it well. I wonder if my nephew has a word for a word?" Wu Luan asked happily. Seeing that Han Yinian was only fifteen, he was so straight and square, with bright eyes. He stood in front of him, as heroic as an iron spear, and his archery skills were quite good.

"Sir, the dog is about fifteen this month, and the word "title" has not yet been obtained." Han Xiwen said.

"Which is the number one son?"

"Han originally had two sons. This son ranked second in the family. He originally had an elder brother, but he unfortunately died in his early years."

"Well, the ancients were crowned at twenty years old, and now the crown ceremony is basically gone, which is a pity. If Han Zhuan didn't mind, Wu would like to take a word for the son in advance." Wu Luan said.

"This is the honor of the dog son, I am very grateful to you!" Han Xiwen said.

"Since he is Erlang and has good martial arts skills, he should be a general in command of the army in the future, so he is called 'Zi Zhong'? The poem says: Follow Sun Zi Zhong, pacify Chen and Song!"

"Thank you for your kindness!" Han Yi and Han Zizhong thanked him. But he was thinking about the next sentence of the poem:
Chapter completed!