Back to Wu'an Hou Mansion on Yonglu Street, the city was already silent.

Under two lanterns, Han'er, a slender maid, was looking around and waiting. Han'er was Xue Jiuquan's adopted daughter. Because she was her daughter, she could not become an official in the court. After all, her eyes were sharp and she was not suitable for the emperor to enter the palace to dress. She could only be Cao Hua's maid. Speaking of which, the two were childhood sweethearts, but Han'er was very afraid of Cao Hua, and they were too different from each other's martial arts.

"Han'er, haven't you been asleep yet?" Cao Daren, carrying his wet robe, quickly trot outside the mansion and greeted him.

Han'er breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "Young Master, I thought you..." When Han'er said this, she felt disrespectful and stopped again.

Yesterday, the young master disappeared for no reason and didn't dare to ask when he went to her, but he was like this every day. If anyone took care of Dian Kui Si's affairs, it would inevitably lead to chaos.

He smiled and took off his clothes while walking: "I just went out for a walk, is there anything wrong?"

Han'er called the maid to pick up the clean robes, and then brought a stack of case files from the study: "The young master was busy with official duties in recent days, and the case files submitted by the Dian Kuisi have not been reviewed yet. Please check them out."

Diankuis was nominally the Emperor's Guard, but in fact he was the emperor's eyes and ears, and had the responsibility of supervising the court officials. He couldn't understand these messy things, so he changed his clothes behind the screen and said casually: "Han'er, you have to study these things more. You can judge them by yourself in the future. If you encounter something you can't decide, come and ask me for advice."

He is a common method of reducing burdens by his boss, and he is very good at it.

Han'er was flattered. She had never thought of being in charge of Diankuis. She had inexplicably given such great power and was stunned for a long time and didn't know how to deal with it.

"I...I..."

He walked out from behind the screen and sat on the chair, looking at the maid standing in the room with great praise: "There is no limit to your original intention. Don't be proud of yourself if you give me some little power. This is also a training for you."

"Han'er dares not, thank you... Thank you for your kindness."

Han'er held the case file and immediately wanted to kneel down.

He quickly raised his hand: "Go out, I'm going to practice martial arts, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Cao Hua, a Kyoto Taisui, has the reputation of "a sword hanging three feet high on his waist, killing people with a smile". His martial arts skills are not ordinary. Now he doesn't know how to do it at all, but he still has to pretend.

Han'er nodded quickly, got up and walked a few steps, hesitated for a little, then took a piece of paper out of the case file, turned around and placed it on the desk:

"Young Master, this is a person who is about to die in the past half a month. I have to ask you to take a look."

He was stunned and picked up the "list of executions this month" and glanced at it. It was full of small officials, some accusing officials of the court of selling officials, some of whom were annexing the land of the people, and some spies who stole the rebels from various ways into Bianjing.

Since it was presented to his desk, it is natural that there is no need to go through the reviews of the three provinces and six ministries, just find a way to evaporate the world.

"Most sins will not die. Except for a few spies who deal with them according to the law, you can do whatever you want."

"ah?!"

Han'er was stunned. The people on this piece of paper were all named by officials from all sides and were about to die. The presentation to the young master was just to let him choose the way to die.

"Young Master!" Han'er hesitated for a moment and bowed, "If you don't kill me, you will definitely have any complaints, it's not like the adoptive father's explanation."

He rubbed his forehead and recalled a little: "Then just find an errand to send it to another place, threaten and warn him, and don't let them go back to Beijing to cause trouble in a short period of time. Anyway, it's considered a evaporation in the world. Those adults should not care about these trivial matters."

Han'er nodded, but in the end she didn't dare to disobey the young master's wishes and turned around and left.

Cao Hua just wanted to be a papermaker, but he didn't want to have blood stained on his hands. He also reminded him: "In the future, if Diankuis wants to kill someone secretly, he must ask me first."

"No!" Han'er nodded seriously. This was the power of the young master, so she naturally had no doubts.

After a moment, the maid Luzhu came in with a basin of water to wash up, lowered her head and didn't dare to look around. She remembered the road very well, and stood aside with a towel in a regular manner.

He was not used to being served, so he waved his hand and let her go down and rest.

In the huge Wu'an Marquis Mansion, only Han'er dared to speak. The other two little maids, Yutang, were fifteen years old, were eccentric, but as long as he was there, he would always hide in the kitchen to boil water. Luzhu would do anything, and Luzhu was a weak girl, and she could scare her to kneel down. He was very helpless about this. Sometimes he thought secretly that he would let Luzhu warm the quilt and do whatever he wanted.

Of course, this is just a metaphor.

Occasionally, he was wandering around in his own home. Through the wall, he could hear Han'er teach two little girls a lesson. "Young master can't eat people, so you can't buy you back to serve people..." Yunyun, Yutang always giggled and pleased, while Luzhu lowered her head and was like a dull gourd, making Han'er very angry.

Han'er is actually only one year older than them, but his character has long been mature. He is part-time housekeeper, coachman, hospital guard, etc. Apart from being a little ruthless, he is actually a very capable little girl. But Han'er's admiration for him is very obvious. No matter what he says, it is regarded as a golden rule. Occasionally, he can see Han'er holding a small notebook that records some of the words he once said, full of annotations, such as 'Shop, graduated from the Drama Academy', etc. It seems that he doesn't understand and feels "very profound". He dares not ask, but can only think about it yourself.

Of course he wouldn't explain.

The night was getting darker and the three girls were already asleep. Han'er lived in the next courtyard. Yutang and Luzhu took turns waiting for the order in the side room of his yard. As long as Yutang slept in the side room, he could always hear the sound of a little mouse biting snacks. The sound was very small, but his hearing was extremely keen. It can be said that he could even hear melon seeds or pastries.

Naturally, he would not stop it, but he just found it funny. If he coughed, he would probably choke the little maid to death.

The study room was empty and quiet, with nothing but a few furniture and nothing else to set up. It only put a snow-white long sword on the table against the wall, which was regarded as the "Shangfang Sword" given by the emperor, and its function was similar.

Sitting alone at the desk, I recalled my experiences over the past few days. I was assassinated once and was photographed twice. Anyway, I had never encountered any good things, and I had no clue about running a shop and doing business. Anyone who showed up could scare the girl to commit suicide. Even the personal maid dared to joke in front of him. To be honest, life was a bit boring.

After thinking for a moment, I took the folding fan from the desk.

"Sword Immortal has been passionate since ancient times...I am still a second-tier patient..."

He curled the corners of his mouth and carefully removed the fan with a paper knife.

In the past, I used to do jewelry business and made a living by craftsmanship. I started from scratch until I owned a chain jewelry business, which was all based on a pair of skillful hands. When I first started my fortune, I didn’t have any cheating and fraud, and it was not an exaggeration to describe the craftsmanship as fake.

Although his body was not good at martial arts in the past, his hands were extremely good. The basics were to do fine work "closing eyes and threading needles". If he wanted to, he would not be able to engrave a 'Lanting Preface' on the rice grains.

Although this body has great martial arts skills, his fingers are too powerful to practice martial arts for many years, and he can't master the meticulous work. If he wants to start a shop and do business, he has to practice his former skills slowly back.

After a moment, the fan was unshakably removed. He took the rice paper, thought for a while, and wrote down the four words: "I am a good person!" with an exclamation mark.

In the past, I have engraved ancient texts on jade and gold ware. The brushwork is quite good, and I can copy the handwriting of all the calligraphy masters, but I have a full craftsmanship and a physical but without meaning.

The fan has two sides. After writing the front, he frowned. After thinking for a long time, he picked up the pen and wrote four more words.
Chapter completed!