The idiot shut up in anger, but behind him, Xiao Han's eyes suddenly widened!
Because just now, when the old man driving the car raised his whip, he clearly saw a small word "Yan" embroidered with light blue silk thread on the corner of the old man's clothes!
He embroidered his surname on the corner of his clothes with silk thread. Xiao Han remembered in a daze that he had heard some people say it.
This behavior should belong to the rules passed down by some families from ancient times. It seems to be to facilitate the identification of each other among the clan members, or between the clan members and outsiders.
However, since the existence of jade pendants, the slightly petty behavior of embroidering calligraphy has quickly disappeared among aristocratic families.
After all, how can a small embroidered word show off one's identity better than a palm-sized jade pendant?
I think back then, even when Xiao Han was just getting rich in the Tang Dynasty, he imitated those big families and had many jade pendants with the word "Xiao" engraved on them and hung them around his waist.
It's just that he had the jade pendant at that time, but he didn't imitate the noble family's style.
Every time he goes fishing in the river, barbecues and drinks, the jade pendant around his waist always disappears for no apparent reason. After losing a few pairs like this, Xiao Han, who loves money, no longer wears jade pendants casually.
Today, when he saw the embroidered words on the corner of the driver's clothes, Xiao Han suddenly realized: It turns out that this rule is still used by people today.
"Yan family? Which Yan family?"
Xiao Han, who accidentally saw the embroidered words, quickly flashed his eyes, guessing the identity of this old man who suddenly appeared.
Fortunately, there are not many people with the surname Yan in Chang'an, and even fewer who can be said to be from ancient families.
If you add the magnanimity of the old man in front of you...
"Yan, Yan Zitui!"
Suddenly, a name that was both familiar and unfamiliar jumped into Xiao Han's mind! As soon as this name appeared, he took a breath and his eyes went straight!
"Are you Mr. Yan Zhitui?"
Standing up from the car stiffly, Xiao Han opened his eyes wide and asked the old man dryly.
"Oh?" The old man was a little surprised when he saw this, but he quickly smiled toothlessly: "How did you tell?"
"A veteran of seven dynasties, a descendant of Yan Hui! He is really this old gentleman!"
Although Xiao Han was already prepared in his heart! But when he heard the old man's acquiescence, his heart was still shaken like an ocean!
What a great recommendation!
Great scholar in the world! Live your life with magnanimity and integrity!
A copy of the Yan Family Instructions has educated people such as Yan Shigu and Yan Zhenqing who have left their names in history! Even in later generations, this Yan Family Instructions has been regarded as a holy book of family education by countless people!
Now, such a person, Rui, is standing, no, sitting in front of him?
"Old... The old gentleman has poetry and books in his belly, and he has an extraordinary bearing. He is a well-educated scholar at first glance. There are not many people in the world who can be like the old gentleman..."
His mind was a little confused, and with the last glimmer of clarity, Xiao Han stammered his compliments to Yan Zitui.
As a result, the old gentleman's lips trembled slightly and his face looked strange. After a while, he sighed: "Qiu Fu said you were a slippery man, and he was indeed right."
"Qiu Fu?" Xiao Han was stunned for a moment, and a trace of confusion flashed in his wide eyes: "A veteran of the Three Dynasties? He told you about me?"
"How about?" Yan Zhitui looked at Xiao Han with a half-smile but not a smile: "Do you think you are so popular? When walking on the road, Wenzong also took the initiative to pick a fight?"
"Old sir, you... came specially to see me today?"
His mouth was a little dry, but it was only then that Xiao Han finally realized that today's encounter had been arranged long ago.
No wonder two bullock carts met so coincidentally on the road.
No wonder Yan Zhitui doesn't talk to others, but he talks to a young junior like himself!
It turns out that all this has already fallen into someone else’s plan!
"Qiu Fu told me that you were wronged today and I was afraid that you would be angry to death, so I asked me to enlighten you." Yan Zhitui looked at the stunned Xiao Han and smiled.
There was a hint of cunning in his clear eyes. He looked not at all like a saint who was the first teacher in the world, but rather like an old naughty boy playing games with the world.
"Mr. Qiu Fu..."
The expression on Xiao Han's face was a little hesitant, but also a little relieved. This old man whom he had known since the first time he entered the court did not expect that he would still care about him after so long.
"Baby." Yan Zhitui saw the change in Xiao Han's expression, stroking the few gray beards under his chin, and asked with a smile: "Can I say it now? What kind of grievances have I suffered? I have always been lazy.
Did Qiu Fu even come to me for help?"
In his heart, he was a little moved by Qiu Fu, an old man. Xiao Han took a long breath after hearing this and said with a forced smile: "No...no grievances. I'm just a mediocre person."
Yan Zhitui's face became a little unhappy: "If you are asked to say it, just say it. Are you afraid that I will hear it and spread it to you?"
"That's not true!"
"Why don't you just tell me, I still have to give Qiu Fu that baby's face."
"Qiu Fu? Doll?"
The corner of Xiao Han's mouth twitched again. It was really difficult for him to connect the words Qiu Fu and "Baby" together.
But if I think about it more seriously, it seems right. In front of Yan Zhitui, Qiu Fu can really only be regarded as a doll.
"Old sir, the thing is like this..." After calming down again, Xiao Han slowly told Yan Zhitui what happened with Wang Shilong in the past two days and what happened in the court today.
In fact, he didn't know why he trusted Yan Zhitui so much that he told the old man in front of him many of his unknown inner thoughts.
"You're confused! It's just like Qiu Fu said, he has a bad temper!"
Unexpectedly, what Xiao Han didn't expect was that after listening to his narration, Yan Zhitui did not join him in scolding those treacherous officials and villains, but instead pointed at him and started scolding him bitterly.
"This...what did I do wrong?" Xiao Han was dumbfounded.
Before, he only thought that Wang Shilong was a fool and Hou Junji was a scumbag. As for the little plum on the throne, he also turned into a coward who did not distinguish between good and bad.
Only I am a good person who has been wronged, but now looking at Yan Zhitui's appearance, it seems that I was wrong?
"What did you do wrong? You did something right!"
Yan Zhidui saw that Xiao Han still didn't understand, and was even more heartbroken! After stroking his chest for a long time, he said: "On this matter, do you still feel aggrieved?"
"Um!"
Xiao Han vaguely felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong, so he could only nod his head.
"Do you think Hou Junji is plotting against you? Wang Shilong is plotting against you, but His Majesty is not helping you?"
"Isn't it, isn't it?"
"idiot!"
At this moment, Yan Zhitui finally couldn't help but uttered a curse word!
The old man who was driving the carriage was in a daze. How long had it been since he, the master, had cursed someone? Ten years? Twenty years? How could he be scolded in anger by a young man today?
Note: Mr. Yan Zhitui did not experience the Tang Dynasty until his death in the 17th year of the founding of the Emperor. But in a book by a senior, the old man was Coke’s favorite character, no one! So Coke also
I boldly invited him into this book, but the description of him was not very satisfactory to Coke. Hey, I’m sorry for the old man, and I’m sorry for my little friend.
