The one who guarded the family had been replaced by an old Cangtou. Because An Lun didn't come back often, he didn't prepare any good food, and he was a little panicked for a moment.

"No need, bring out the wine."

An Lun sat outside the main house, with a pot of wine and nine pot stickers, and this was his supper.

The pot sticker smells so good, and the outer layer almost becomes hard, just like the pot crust, but it is not muddy.

An Lun had good teeth. He bit off a piece of skin hard and chewed slowly.

Old Cangtou was serving the side, and saw this and said, "Dadfather-in-law, you should go to the restaurant to order some wine and food."

An Lun shook his head, and Lao Cangtou wanted to cry. A father-in-law who had covered his luxury was actually drinking with a pot sticker, which really made people feel like he was dreaming.

"Dadfather-in-law, you should make some egg flower soup. The soup will be filled with salt and chopped green onions, which tastes great."

An Lun nodded, and the old Cangtou happily went to the kitchen.

He put on a pot and a sip of wine. When the egg soup came, An Lun looked at the soup color and said, "Don't stir it too quickly when putting the eggs."

The old Cangtou said in admiration: "Brother-in-law, you know this again!"

An Lun looked at the setting sun in the distance and smiled: "I like to drink egg soup the most back then, I like to drink egg soup made by my mother the most back, and... sister..."

His expression became a little desolate, and the old Cangtou dared not say more.

"Go."

An Lun waved his hand, and Lao Cangtou quickly returned to his room as if he had been amnesty.

After An Lun ate the pot stickers, he drank a pot of wine cleanly.

He slowly got up, and when Lao Cang came out to clean up, he entered the room.

An Lun came out later. He gave an envelope to Lao Cangtou and said, "There are some money here. You are old, go home."

Old Cangtou was a little panicked, but An Lun said without any doubt: "Let's go back, don't mention seeing the house here in our house in the future, otherwise someone will cause trouble for you."

Lao Cangtou was frightened and quickly packed up his own things. Then he went out to his house while it was still early.

When An Lun arrived at the horse ring, the horse hummed a few times when he saw him coming, shaking his head and seemed very happy.

An Lun brushed it with a brush and said, "Remember to stop making trouble when you look back! Live your life well."

The once broken leg war horse rubbed An Lun's face with its head and neighed in a low voice.

An Lun patted its big head and smiled and said, "Chen Shi is not bad, I will send you there later."

"Father-in-law!"

There were two more men behind me.

"How about it?"

An Lun was still brushing the body of the war horse.

"Yingmei's fiancé is a honest and in good health. She can be a cow at home."

"Where is his family? Are there any rude people?"

"No, the whole family is honest."

An Lun nodded and said happily: "Okay."

"You... go and stare at Yan Dajian. Something is wrong recently. I am afraid that he will do something. Our Dongchang is your Majesty's slave. If someone wants to do something, then you won't say anything. Whether it is the Shangshu or the Bachelor of the Auxiliary, please take it down."

"yes."

An Lun turned around, took out a large envelope from her arms, and said, "I give this to Yingmei, and I will give it to me alone, so I will say it was given to me by our family, so she will not say anything, and I will take it out and spend it if I have a shortage of money."

Two ghostly men left, and An Lun talked to himself in the horse circle until dark.

"You are also a pitiful person, but compared to our family, you are considered lucky."

"Our sister and mother... My father was a beast back then. He lost all his property after gambling and owed a lot of debts. It was useless for my mother to kneel down and beg him. In the end, she had to take her sister into Yan Dajian's house..."

"The Yan family claims to be a charitable person. I thought that my mother and sister had a good home, so I asked someone to castrate myself. I was lucky enough to not die. At that time, I just wanted to turn over and redeem my mother and sister one day."

The war horse's head was shaking, and he stuck out his tongue to lick An Lun, as if he knew his pain.

An Lun touched its head and sniffed, saying, "Later, our family can leave the palace and prepare to go to Jinling, so I will invite someone...my mother and sister..."

His body was trembling, and then he held the war horse's neck and cried in tears.

The crying dissipated in the dark, as if the Nine Netherworlds were howling.

...

There is still no one to choose the Minister of Rites, which is still a bad news for Yan Dajian.

He knew that he couldn't use his strength, and the best way was to be at ease and calm.

But what he was most worried about was Fang Xing's words that day.

If Fang Xing sent someone to Fujian, would he find out what happened to him?

After dinner, Yan Dajian went to the study as usual.

"Master, I have a letter from the eldest master."

The old servant who had been in trouble for many years handed over a letter, and Yan Dajian took it and took a look carefully.

The letter was written by Yan Chunhui. In the letter, he complained that officials in Fujian were all stumbled, so he wanted to transfer to the capital.

Yan Dajian burned the letter expressionlessly. When the old servant saw it, he said with some concern: "Master, but is there anything wrong with the eldest master?"

Yan Dajian shook his head and said, "From today, Chunhui will stop anyone who wants to give gifts."

Local officials give gifts to officials in the capital, which is indispensable throughout history.

Yan Chunhui has a father of the Left Minister of Rites, but he must have rules, otherwise others will say that you are arrogant and your reputation will be bad.

Yan Dajian's words meant a little conservative. When the old servant thought of the recent court, he said, "Yes, the wife happened to ask someone to visit the eldest master in Fujian. I'll give me some advice now."

Yan Dajian said: "Let Chunhui be low-key and talk less. And..."

He frowned and said, "Let him play less with women, so that he can avoid playing with himself any day."

The old servant smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master, the eldest young master has not made any mistakes in the past few years."

Yan Dajian laughed and scolded: "I know you will protect him, go."

After the old servant left, Yan Dajian began to write letters.

He was writing a letter to his friends, telling them that he was very satisfied with the current situation and that his life was extremely fulfilling...

After writing the letter, he packed the table and sent someone to drink wine, but only had peanuts.

"Fang Xing..."

Yan Dajian peeled the fried peanuts and placed them one by one on the table, neatly like a musket array.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes covering the light of the candle on the side, and his eyes were deep.

"There is also Dongchang, do you think I don't know?"

He ate a peanut and sneered, "Look, see who is faster."

"Officials in Fujian will naturally cover up for me, otherwise how many of them will be spared if His Majesty is angry? Fang Xing, An Lun, do you understand the principles of this officialdom?"

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and said comfortably: "Those people... those pasts, who have not been past? Even His Majesty said that the past will not be blamed. You should go and flip, but you know that the lake water seems clear, but cannot be flipped underneath, otherwise it will become turbid."

"You two counts in one family, do you really think you are the Xu family? Fujian is safe and stable. If you want to stir up the wind and rain, see if Your Majesty can tolerate your family!"

He smiled slightly, the flesh on his cheeks piled up slightly, and the nasolabial folds became more and more profound.

He poured himself a glass of wine, and then reluctantly picked up one from the neatly arranged peanut queue and put it in his mouth gracefully.

The old servant appeared at the door and said, "Master, Madam..."

Yan Dajian frowned slightly and said, "Drunking a child is like killing a child. Doesn't she understand this principle?"

He looked at the peeled peanuts on the table with regret, then collected them all and grabbed them.

After leaving the study, Yan Dajian looked at the night sky with his hands behind his back and said, "Burn all those letters."

The old servant was shocked and went in and moved out a wooden box.

The wooden box was full of letters, and the old servant was burning outside the door alone, with the flames choking and tears flowing down his face by the smoke.
Chapter completed!