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    Sixteen years ago¡ª¡ª

    Taojia Crispy Cake in the North Gate of the Capital has reopened.

    ??Looking from the store to the door, it was completely dark.  Almost all the men and women, old and young, people in the city gather here to visit.

    It¡¯s really a sea of ??people, and the flow never stops.

    Fortunately, he had the foresight to take the sign and send the team before dawn.

    Really unable to restrain his pride, Han Lang no longer maintained the composure that befitted his status. He held the newly baked shortbread in his hands and ate it with big mouthfuls. His black eyes rolled around and he kept looking at the dazzling array of items on the stalls in the store.  Cake record, thinking about how many types of food I haven¡¯t eaten yet.

    ¡°Incitement, incitement.

    The more people there are, the more gossip there will be.

    There is a lot of gossip, and to put it bluntly, it¡¯s just commonplace chatter.  The East's family is prosperous and the West's is short-lived. Unsatisfactory things in every family will often be attributed to the court and the government.

    "There are no officials who make decisions for the people these days."

    "I can help you make the decision, I am the official." Han Lang interjected vaguely with a mouthful of cake.  The sound was not loud, but it instantly silenced the entire hall.

    No one believes that this handsome young man can be an official

    "Are you really an official?" The waiter who originally greeted Han Lang asked suspiciously.

    "The new top three, second place, guaranteed to be replaced if fake."  Han Lang didn't know when he had the golden seal in his hand, just in a flash.

    "Brother"

    Another person who struck up a conversation started talking, but when he saw Han Lang's cold light, he hurriedly retracted the last word "brother", but still kindly reminded: "Officials protect each other these days. It's not easy for you to be an upright official at a young age.  ah¡­¡­"

    "Who told you that I want to be an upright official? You don't even think about it, how can I open up official connections if I don't pay bribes?"

    Han Lang raised his eyebrows and interrupted the man's words with a slight dissatisfaction. After looking at the sky again, he called the store to pay.

    "I'll accept this little thought." The shop owner was a smart man and didn't confiscate Han Lang's silver at all. Instead, he paid Han Lang ten taels of silver.

    have a future!  It was a bribe, so of course Han Lang accepted it, weighed it with his hands, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, if you need anything in the future, just bring the money to me." The people sighed, there was another corrupt official in the capital, but if he can really help  Being busy and talking is not necessarily a bad thing.

    Han Lang strode out of the shop, walked to the corner, saw a beggar in the alley, and threw five taels of broken silver into the broken bowl begging for food.  "Today, I am happy, you are lucky."

    == ==

    The side wall of the old prince's palace.

    Someone was waiting anxiously. When they saw Han Lang, they rushed to greet him: "My ancestor, why are you here just now? The Marquis and the Emperor have already entered."

    "Where are the official uniforms? Help me put them on quickly." Han Lang began to take off his robes and put on the scarlet official clothes.  In good court clothes, he jumped towards the wall and threw down the remaining broken silver in his hand.  "Good job, reward."

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? away and didn't care how the boy thanked him, Han Lang had already climbed over the wall, what a miraculous calculation!  As expected, there was no one guarding the edges and corners.

    Han Lang was about to run quickly to the front hall.  At the end, I heard someone calling: "Hey, little Bangyan! Xiaobangyan, I'm calling you."

    Han Lang adjusted his official hat in frustration. Could it be that his whereabouts had been discovered?

    If I had known that I should have won the third prize, my scream would have sounded much better.

    Han Lang turned around helplessly, and the first thing he saw was a big belly.

    "Hello, old prince!" He bowed respectfully.  Even if Han Lang didn't know anyone, he knew this big belly.  Fortunately, except for the old prince, no one else seemed to follow.  We should indeed admire this prince. Today, the Holy Lord brings his beautiful wife and important ministers to the palace for a visit, and he, a landowner, can escape safely alone.  How awesome!

    "It's easy to say, please take this down." His big fat hands stuffed a soft thing into Han Lang's arms.

    "Your Majesty, this is¡ª¡ª" This time it was Han Lang's turn to be at a loss.

    "Hold him well, I'm in a hurry, see you later!" The old prince said and ran away with the soles of his feet.

    "Old Prince!" Han Lang was horrified. There are still people in the world who play cards illogically.

    "Ah¡ª¡ªah" The soft, oversized package actually makes a sound.

    Han Lang lowered his head and saw¡ª¡ª

    With a bald head, soft lanugo hair, and bright black eyes, the baby, which had just grown a few teeth, was smiling at him, with its pink and tender hands waving.

    Then, the little hands began to pull at his, and from time to time they would rub shameless saliva on his new official robe.

    &nKill the chicken to scare the monkey.

    ????????? Han Lang grabbed the gauntlet and slapped it, his silk crown and ribbon flew up, "Bring the criminal!" His prince cared about his kindness as the young master of the Han family and Han Yan's younger brother. Han Lang would definitely remember it in his heart and never forget it!

    Fang Yishen brought it.  "Fang Yichen, do you know your guilt?" Han Lang's first question.

    "Knowing the crime. The guilty people are willing to sign a pledge to plead guilty." Fang Yichen knelt in front of the hall and spoke loudly.

    Han Lang was dumbfounded for a long time, clenching his fists in his sleeves and shaking non-stop.

    Fang Yichen raised his head and looked around the lobby of the Criminal Department, then met Han Lang's eyes and smiled.  The person has not yet been tried, but the crime has already been determined - genocide.  He understood it very clearly, so why bother to carry out it again if it would cause trouble for his own body?

    Han Lang suddenly felt that his smile was simply repeating those words: "Because you, Han Lang, are not yet capable of covering the sky with one hand."

    Han Lang nodded, stared at the confession and said, "Fang Yichen, your house will be ransacked by me. Don't worry, I will definitely kill everyone inside and burn everything in your house, leaving nothing behind.  It's a piece of paper. I also guarantee you that within the next three years, there will be no more people with the Fang surname within a radius of thirty miles outside the capital."

    Fang Yishen stared at Han Lang, his smile not weakening one bit, "Thank you." No one will find out your relatives again, this is Han Lang's hint and guarantee.

    Fang Yishen was sentenced to be beheaded in half and executed on the twelfth day of the year. Han Lang personally supervised the execution.

    That day, Han Lang almost thought he was blind. The only color he could see was blood red.

    "Fang Yichen, one day, I will let the world know what it means to cover the sky with one hand; there will also be a day, no matter how heinous a crime someone commits, as long as he is someone I approve of, he will always be right."

    Two days later, Han Lang became Anton Wang¡¯s teacher again.  When the young prince found out, he wrapped himself in the curtains of the palace and refused to come out, crying for another master.

    Han Lang knelt down, opened the curtain, looked at the little guy whose eyes were red and swollen from crying for a long time, and finally reached out and picked him up.

    The little prince glanced at Han Lang's court uniform and said twitchingly: "The color is the same."

    "It's always the same. From now on, I will always be your master."

    From then on, Han Lang started to get serious. Unfortunately, King Anton was too young after all, so there was not much progress.

    Half of July, the day of resurrection.

    Father Han passed by the study and saw Han Lang drinking wine in front of the chessboard.  "It's rare for you kid to stay up so late."

    Han Lang apologized and said, "I don't know why, but I haven't been able to eat well recently and can't sleep well." Father Han looked startled and moved his mouth, but didn't say anything. He only lowered his eyebrows and saw through the endgame at a glance, "You always refuse in the end.  Make a tough move, who will you lose in this game?" He had known that his youngest son Han Lang had never been a top chess player.

    "This is a previous duel with Fang Yichen. I played it from memory." Han Lang disagreed.

    Mr. Han smiled and patted Han Lang on the shoulder, "He is still better than you. He is willing to give you strong medicine."

    "Yes, yes, I am a hero, I should take strong medicine." Han Lang was half drunk and talking nonsense.

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