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Chapter 394 Fellow Countryman

The King of England summoned him to see Yan Laoer.

Yan Laoer followed others through the palace, and he was completely confused.

See him? Why?

When he arrived at the place, Yan Laoer hurriedly cheered up and knelt down to salute. When he got up, he didn't even have time to look at the King of England, so he looked at his teacher's face first.

Mr. Tian nodded slightly towards his disciple, with comfort in his eyes.

Yan Laoer's nervousness immediately disappeared.

The King of England had a very tolerant attitude. He first asked a few questions about when he settled in Huju, how he was opening up wasteland, and whether he could still adapt to Guanzhou. Then he asked about the destruction of Huju City that day.

Yan Laoer knew everything and told the truth.

He lowered his head and held his breath as he answered.

There was a vague feeling that the King of England, who was sitting upright, seemed a little angry.

Hearing that he was the one who saved Master Tian from being killed at the city gate, the King of England sighed and said in a friendly voice: "You did a good job."

Yan Laoer immediately noticed that the inciting anger surrounding the King of England had faded slightly.

Only then did he dare to take a deep look and remember the appearance of the King of England.

After that, he told everything he had experienced, and the King of England did not ask any more questions.

After explaining everything, Mr. Tian winked at him.

Yan Laoer understood the idea, bowed and quickly retreated.

When he walked out of the house, his whole body felt numb. He stood there for a while and no one took him back.

Look around, there is no one around, but it is quiet.

After thinking about it, he just waited where he was, waiting for the teacher to come out before walking together.

The teacher's voice could be heard faintly in the room. He seemed to be saying something quickly in an excited mood, but he was trying his best to keep his voice down so that no one could hear him clearly.

The King of England seems to speak very little.

Then the teacher's voice became softer.

He looked up at the yard in boredom.

This should be a side courtyard, small and elegant. The water tank in the courtyard has round leaves as big as the mouth of a bowl floating in the water. The water lilies are dead. After being cleaned up, only the last bit of green remains.

Melon vines are climbing on both sides of the courtyard wall, climbing all the way to the eaves of the wall. There are still a few gourds that have not been picked, hanging quietly on them.

The corridor is cleverly connected to a wooden pavilion. There are tables and chairs in the pavilion, and teapots and cups are placed on the table.

Yan Laoer could imagine the prince sitting in this pavilion drinking tea alone, which was quite pleasant.

The door of the room next to him suddenly opened, startling Yan Laoer.

A middle-aged man with a white face and no beard walked quickly, glanced at him, and walked into the house he came out of before.

After a while, he stepped back and left, and after a while, he came back with a box.

Stand at the door, lower your head and wait.

Yan Laoer was a little embarrassed, so he stepped back a little and distanced himself from others.

After waiting for a while, the teacher finally came out.

The middle-aged man with his head hanging down knew who was walking out of the door without even raising his head. He pinched his throat and said: "Master Tian, ​​this is given to you by the prince."

Huh? Why are you holding your throat?

Yan Laoer seemed to understand the identity of this middle-aged man and couldn't help but look at him more.

I saw that this man was a little lower, holding the wooden box in his hands and holding it high.

"Thank you, father-in-law." Mr. Tian was very polite and accepted it with both hands.

He said in a low voice: "Excuse me, sir. Thank you on my behalf, Your Majesty."

The father-in-law held his chest and lowered his head and was about to leave.

Yan Laoer rushed over and gave him a hand: "This father-in-law, be careful where you step."

Feeling the extra things in his hands, and looking at the steps that were still some distance away from him, the middle-aged man gave Yan Laoer a meaningful look, with a bit more smile in his eyes.

"Thank you sir."

"Don't dare, I don't have any fame yet. Just call me Yan Er. I'll do it at home." Yan Lao Er said quickly.

"It turns out to be Mr. Yan." The father-in-law said with a smile, "Mr. Tian, ​​our family will see you off, please."

"Thank you, father-in-law."



"Eunuch Wang, you don't look like a man in his fifties at all. You don't look old. You look like you are forty at most."

"Hey, Mr. Yan, please stop coaxing me. How can I be so young? I was just a few years ago, but I have really become older in the past few years."

"Really? That's probably related to the weather in Guanzhou. Look at my face. It's so dry even if it's blown by the wind. My daughter specially brought me the ointment. If you don't mind it,

Just give it a try, it’s not expensive, it’s cheap stuff that we country people use.”

"How can this be so good? I'm still taking your things."

"I'm too embarrassed to take it out for ordinary people. Isn't this just to show your kindness? Let's stop talking. I happen to have it, and you can use it, hehe!"

"Then I'll accept it." Eunuch Wang smiled and said naturally: "From now on, Second Young Master Yan will come with Mr. Tian. First, send a message to our family. Our family serves the prince in his daily life and knows the time best.

, come back when you get a reply, so that Mr. Tian won’t have to wait for a long time..."

Yan Laoer's eyes lit up.

"It's too troublesome for you!" He asked hesitantly: "Your Majesty, from the accent, could it be that your hometown is from Qishan Mansion? Don't be surprised if you heard wrong..."

"Our family is from Qishan Mansion." The prince said impartially.

"What a coincidence!" The joy bursting out of Yan Laoer's eyes seemed to be real: "Our hometown is also from Qishan Mansion."

Eunuch Wang was smiling just now, but at this moment his smile was much more sincere.

"Seriously? Where is Second Master Yan from in Qizhou?"



Mr. Tian listened as his disciple got close to the eunuch of the King of England and finally became a fellow villager...

Xin said that he had been to the palace several times as a teacher, but he didn't know that the father-in-law's surname was Wang.

I didn't know he was from Qizhou.

He has a slight accent, but as he serves the prince, his accent is already very light. If Tianyou hadn't pointed it out, he wouldn't have heard it at all.

When it comes to interacting with people, Mr. Tian thinks he has nothing to teach his disciple.

Tianyou seems to know how to deal with people.

Like this prince, he was always aloof, loyal only to the prince, and never had close friendship with foreign officials.

It is even more annoying for him to take away a wooden box every time he comes to the palace, and he always doesn't show any good looks...

"Master! Dad!" Yan Yu squatted at the door and waited eagerly.

As soon as he saw the figure, he stood up in a hurry. If he hadn't been worried about being in the palace, he would have rushed out long ago.

"The second boy came and met Wang Eunuch. My father-in-law's hometown is Qizhou, and we are fellow villagers."

"Hello, Eunuch Wang." Yan Yu heard that he was a father-in-law or a fellow countryman, and he had the same eye-catching style as her father.

After bowing politely, she heard her father making trouble.

"Eunuch Wang, this is my little boy. I am making you laugh. She is a girl. She is dressed as a boy to facilitate walking outside."

You can hide whether you are a man or a woman from others, but you may not be able to hide it from these middlemen.

Yan Laoer chose to tell the truth.

Wang Gonggong smiled and said: "The baby is quite handsome. It's weird to dress up like this. I'm still young now. I want to gain experience outside. When I grow up, I won't have this opportunity."

"Okay, we will send them here, but we agreed that when your pancakes are ready, you can send some to our family."

Yan Laoer: "It's accurate, don't worry."


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