The sky has brightened, and the sun has risen to the east, shining warmly. This is the most comfortable time of the day, and it is not too hot. The warm sunshine is leaning on the red bricks and green tiles of West Chang'an Street, which is particularly attractive.
The overhanging eaves of the pavilions add poetry and elegance to West Chang'an Street in the sunshine.
On the streets of West Chang'an, from the direction of Xiyuan, a large sedan chair carried by eight people was slowly coming.
The sedan chair covered with curtains is simple and heavy, grand and restrained. There are maids on both sides of the sedan chair, as well as guards carrying swords.
In the entire capital, there are only a handful of people who are qualified to carry eight-carriage sedan chairs. If the scope is narrowed down to West Chang'an Street, the answer is ready to come out.
"The prime minister is back."
"It's Master Yan who's back."
"Mr. Yan Ge, this is really Mr. Yan Ge's sedan chair."
The people who were queuing up in front of Yan's Mansion to submit greeting cards suddenly turned their attention to the sedan slowly approaching from the opposite side, and shouted excitedly.
On the one hand, Yan Nian, a high-ranking official, directed his servants to maintain order in the queue, arranging the queue against the corner, freeing up space at the door to facilitate Yan Song's sedan to enter the house; on the other hand, he asked the concierge to spread the news that the master of the house had returned.
, Yan Nian trotted to the front to greet Yan Song.
"Master, you are back"
Yan Nian trotted all the way to the sedan chair with his arms raised, stood still and bent over, and respectfully welcomed Yan Song back home.
"Yes." Yan Song hummed softly in the sedan chair. He was not in good spirits and felt a little sleepy. He was old. He had stayed in Xiyuan to wait for the decree after delivering his Qing Ci yesterday afternoon. He didn't wait until after the early morning for the saint to upload it.
Note. It was already after midnight at this time. Xiyuan was locked and the night was closed outside. Everyone could not go back to the house and could only rest in the duty house. The duty house was relatively simple and far inferior to Yan's house. Yan Song
He almost didn't fall asleep, which was really hard for him at his age, so he was not in good spirits.
In addition, I didn't expect that in the end, it would be Xu Jie's Qingci who won the first prize. Although Xu Jie had been very docile these days and got close to him, he was still a little disappointed.
I am very optimistic about Donglou's Qingci. It is much better than Yuan Wei's. I thought it would be favored by the Holy One. It's a pity that Xu Jie's sentence "turn a tiger into a dragon and return to heaven" is so spiritual.
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Xu Jie, an old boy, was lucky. He met a good candidate during the examination. His spirituality in Qing Ci was no less than that of Yuan Wei, and he was a promising talent.
Of course, young people have some edges and corners. A newborn calf does not know the heights of the sky. If you give him a few hard knocks and give him a few blows, young people who will understand the situation are not afraid of being sharp, but they are afraid of not having talent.
Xu Jie is a good example. It was very sharp and sharp at the beginning, but after polishing it several times, it doesn't feel awkward now when you hold it in your hand.
Yan Song sat in the sedan chair, thinking about Xu Jie's performance these days, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Quickly, open the door and let the master go back to the house. Instruct the kitchen to prepare the ginseng soup." Hearing the tiredness in Yan Song's tone, Yan Nian hurriedly trotted to clear the way and ordered the guard to open the door quickly, and then ordered the concierge to prepare the ginseng soup.
Good ginseng soup.
Soon, Yan Song's sedan arrived in front of the gate.
"I have met Mr. Yan."
"My subordinates pay homage to Mr. Yange"
People queuing up at the door to send greeting cards were now paying homage to Yan Song's sedan chair.
"I'm tired after a long night. Let me go home first." Yan Nian stopped everyone who was saluting and scolded the guards to maintain order.
"stop."
Yan Song's voice came from the sedan.
Then the sedan stopped in front of everyone, and the maid waiting outside the sedan opened the curtain of the sedan, revealing Yan Song's figure.
"Yan Nian!"
Yan Song called Yan Nian to the sedan chair and said displeasedly, "We are guests from afar. These are the guests of our Yan Mansion. Is this how you treat the distinguished guests of our Yan Mansion?"
"Master, you have been busy all night," Yan Nian explained.
"Okay, let's ask the kitchen to prepare more tea soup to relieve the heat and bring it out to the guests to moisten their throats." Yan Song waved his hand, stopped Yan Nian, and ordered the house to bring tea soup to the people waiting in line to relieve the heat.
Tea soup.
"I'm so touched. Mr. Yan is in a high position, but he is still so approachable and always considers us."
"I am willing to die for your lord."
"Corporal courtesy and virtuous, approachable, Mr. Yan really loves the people like a son"
Everyone in the queue rushed to express their touching, grateful and emotional feelings towards Yan Song.
"I am very happy that you all are here. Compared with you, I am no better than you, except that my teeth have grown older. Now in our Ming Dynasty, we have a British master and all the kings below. The birds are singing and the swallows are dancing, and the country is peaceful and the people are safe. This is really a great blessing that only happens once in a hundred years.
It is a prosperous age. You must not miss the good opportunity, work hard, and believe that you will have a bright future. I am old, and I, the Ming Dynasty, will have to look after you young people in the future."
After giving the instructions, Yan Song nodded to the people in line and encouraged him, like a kind and responsible elder in his family.
"Thank you, Master Yan."
"Thank you, Mr. Yan, for your words."
"Master Yan has good intentions, but he is really worried about us."
"Master Yan is always strong and strong, working hard and sleeping day and night, handling government affairs day and night. I admire you. Master Yan, please go back to your home and rest soon."
Everyone below was excited and moved again.
Seeing everyone's reaction, Yan Song nodded with satisfaction, and after a few more words of encouragement, he sat back in the sedan and nodded to the attendants outside the sedan.
"Go back home." The attendant understood.
The sedan was lifted up again and walked towards the gate of Yan's Mansion.
Yan Song sat in the sedan and opened the curtains of the sedan, nodded to the people queuing up, and said goodbye.
Just as Yan Song lowered the curtains, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a piece of cardboard outside the sedan. To be precise, he was attracted by the words on the paper.
The bone spirit is deep and hearty; the awe-inspiring and upright spirit is vigorous and powerful.
Looking at it, the words are like sails riding the wind and waves, as if they are breaking free from the back of the paper and roaring out.
What caught Yan Song's attention the most was that there seemed to be a bit of his own calligraphy in the font.
"Yan Nian, bring that piece of paper."
Yan Song opened the curtain, pointed to the piece of paper on the ground, and gave instructions to Yan Nian outside the sedan.
Paper?
What paper?
Yan Nian was stunned for a moment, then turned around and followed Yan Song's gaze, and then his eyeballs suddenly popped out. His brain buzzed for a while, as if he had been pricked by a needle. He was completely stunned and dumbfounded.
As if, he opened his mouth and said tremblingly, "No, no, right?"
breeze blows
The paper on the ground swayed slightly
It's like laughing at yourself.
Yan Nian was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe his eyes and felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. (To be continued.) 8