Chapter 1,212 The eighteen generations of Yan familys ancestors have been completely disgraced!
"Zhao Wenhua is dead?"
Yan Song, who was leaning on the recliner, opened his eyes slightly and straightened up: "What's going on?" "This person may have committed suicide out of fear of crime, or he may be someone who opposes my strict party and fishes in troubled waters..."
Yan Maoqing and Luo Longwen stood in front of them, their heads lowered and their faces ugly.
Since it was determined that Zhao Wenhua was behind the crime of treason with the Japanese, this former comrade has become an enemy who wants to kill him. However, political competition is not a gang fight. It is impossible to bring someone with a knife to the door directly. After all, it is to kill someone.
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Zhao Wenhua's wife sold her property and prepared to return to Zhejiang to avoid trouble. She procrastinated and gave Party Yan time to prepare. However, before they could launch an attack, the other party suddenly died inexplicably. Now the Zhao family is crying and holding funeral arrangements.
, was about to start the banquet, and Jin Yiwei also passed by.
Zhao Wenhua was an important member of the imperial court, and he died inexplicably at home. It was a serious case, and Lu Bing could not ignore it. He might even alarm the Holy One...
"Could it be Shaohu...Xu Jie's fault?"
In Yan Song's mind, the figure who was usually submissive and obedient, but who was unambiguous when he broke off the engagement, appeared in his mind, and his face gradually became solemn.
The struggle between Yan Dang and Qingliu has not yet ended, but has just begun. At this juncture, any incident may be a trigger, and Yan Song is naturally very vigilant.
Yan Maoqing rolled his eyes and said: "Zhao Wenhua and the pirate Wang Zhi were still in collusion. Could it be that Wang Zhi was the one who killed him out of spite and resentment?"
Luo Longwen was startled and immediately realized that Wang Zhi was indeed the best scapegoat, and could also lead to subsequent twists and turns.
Yan Song's reaction was much slower, but he was very clear about such thoughts. After a while, he said slowly and authentically: "You want to force Wang Zhi to rebel and cause unrest along the coast. The imperial court has no intention to investigate the cause of Zhao Wenhua's death?"
Yan Maoqing bent down and said, "Your Excellency, you are aware of everything!"
Yan Song was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly: "That's not right! If there is more chaos in the southeast, it will disturb His Majesty's Qing Dynasty. This is the first harm! It will affect Hu Zongxian, provoke the Heavenly Master, and make enemies on all sides. This is the second harm! The gains are not worth the losses..."
Yan Maoqing's eyes flickered, but he finally closed his mouth.
Yan Song specifically warned: "Now His Majesty's grace towards us is not as good as it used to be. You need to change. When things happen, you can't just think about yourself, but take the overall situation into consideration!"
Yan Maoqing and Luo Longwenonuo said yes.
Yan Song knew they didn't listen and sighed secretly.
In these years, the Strict Party has been at the height of its power, and has long been accustomed to the feeling of running amok. Now Sheng En has an obvious trend of weakening, but they still can't turn the corner, and they still go their own way. If this continues, disaster will eventually come!
Fortunately, the treasury is empty and needs to be searched strictly by the party. As long as Jiajing is comfortable with money and the extravagant expenses in the palace are guaranteed, he can still maintain it...
As for the battle for the crown prince, Yan Song originally preferred Prince Jing, who had a high-profile personality and lived a luxurious life. However, after his last contact with Prince Yu when he entered the palace, he discovered that this brother who was not confident enough also had a chance to fight for...
With this in mind, Yan Song waved his hand and told Yan Maoqing and Luo Longwen to step back: "Call Donglou."
The housekeeper came in and reported: "The young master went out and has not returned yet..."
"What did he go out to do again? Drink?"
At Zhong Ming Ding Shi House, the watch was announced at night. At this time, the sound of the first watch was heard in the distance. It was already very late. Yan Song frowned: "Calling him back, now is not the time to feel depressed!"
First, he suffered from a hidden illness, then he lost his identity as the elder of Xiaoge, and finally his engagement was broken off. Under the successive blows, it was indeed easy to give up on oneself, but he is an ordinary person, and as his own son, he should support the overall situation!
Fortunately, within a quarter of an hour, a servant came in and reported: "The young master is back!" Yan Song nodded with satisfaction, leaned on the recliner, closed his eyes and rested.
But the chief assistant, who had dim eyesight and poor hearing, did not hear the commotion outside until the sound of striding footsteps came in front of him: "Dad! Why are you calling me?"
Yan Song opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar person standing in front of him, looking down at him. The condescending look in his eyes made him startled and very uncomfortable. In the past, no matter how arrogant and domineering his son was, he would go his own way and treat himself He still didn't dare to make mistakes. At most, he would obey the instructions and not listen to the teachings. Now when he looked at himself, he looked like father and son were reversed.
Yan Shifan didn't feel this way at all. He was already very dissatisfied with this old father's timidity, but he had hidden it in his heart before. Now that he saw Yan Song's old and sleepy appearance, he no longer had any respect at all.
Yan Song calmed down and thought that his son was just losing his temper after being stimulated. He pressed his hand and motioned for him to squat down: "Zhao Wenhua is dead. This matter is not trivial. Jinyiwei has begun to hunt for the murderer and cannot be used by Qingliu anymore..."
Yan Shifan did not squat at all, he still stood, raised his neck, and said bluntly: "I killed Zhao Wenhua!"
Yan Song's eyes widened immediately. He didn't even think of asking Yan Shifan how he did it. All he could think of was incredulity: "He is a third-rank official of the imperial court. How could you kill him?"
Yan Shifan said angrily: "How can I not kill him? We, father and son, were blind and allowed this scoundrel to occupy a high position, which is why he caused so many troubles. If I don't kill him with my own hands, how can I swallow my breath?"
Yan Song's body shook slightly, his cloudy eyes closed, and he sighed deeply: "You have caused a big disaster after all!"
Yan Shifan said impatiently: "Don't worry, dad, my son didn't leave any traces. I guarantee that the Jinyi Guards can't find anything. With a little arrangement, it will be enough to pin the crime on the Japanese pirate Wang Zhi!"
This coincided with Yan Maoqing's plan. They all wanted to attack Wang Zhi to cause turmoil in the southeast and not give Hu Zongxian an easy life. It can be seen that after Yan Shifan became a demon, he did not become a reckless man. He could still think about problems as before, but Doing things is undoubtedly more extreme. Yan Song originally disagreed with this method, but now he has no choice but to say: "Let Luo Longwen do it, and he must be convicted!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yan Shifan hummed with satisfaction: "Does dad have other things to do? If not, my son will resign. There are still some commotions outside, and my son has to deal with it!"
"The treasonous son...the treasonous son..."
Yan Song was so angry that he cursed in his heart. He held his forehead with his old hands and felt a dull pain in his head.
As he gets older, his moods cannot fluctuate greatly, and these days he has undoubtedly been stimulated by waves of stimulation...
But it's not over yet.
There were footsteps walking into the house again, this time it was Ouyang's, with a frown on his face and a look of displeasure. After entering, he looked at Yan Shifan and frowned: "Qing'er, was it you who brought that prostitute to the mansion?"
When Yan Shifan saw his mother, he was slightly bent at first, but he straightened up immediately when he heard: "I brought you Qinfeng and you. She is different from ordinary fireworks women. Mother will definitely like her when she sees her. There is no need to listen to those cheap people."
Your servant is making trouble!"
Logically speaking, redeeming a prostitute's body is a very complicated process. It is by no means as simple as handing over silver coins, taking the deed of sale, and taking the person away. However, Yan Shifan had never been so moved. He actually didn't want to separate for a moment, so he
He used some means to bring Qin Feng out. Along the way, the two of them rode in the same sedan chair, and behaved very well, without being rude to the beautiful lady. When they returned to the mansion, Concubine Ji came after hearing the news, and the Yingying and Yingying swallowed up around Qin Feng.
Feng just frowned, and Yan Shifan became anxious. His heart was filled with anger, and he simply promised to drive all these rouge fans out of the mansion.
In this way, Concubine Ji was not in trouble. She was originally worried that her husband's brother had lost contact. Unexpectedly, now that the little brother came back, he was seduced by an unknown bad woman. There were also some hot-tempered ones, and he immediately started crying.
, this is the reason for the commotion outside just now.
Ouyang was also alarmed, and was even more worried when she learned the cause and effect: "Qing'er, things are not as good as before. Mrs. Xu broke the engagement, and there must be a lot of talk in the capital now. You brought a prostitute back to your house, and made such a fuss again.
If the turmoil... spreads out, it will become my Yan family's fault!"
The most stringent dynasties in which prostitutes were not allowed to enter the house were from the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties to the Sui and Tang Dynasties. At that time, the noble families were the most divided into classes, and such things that were insulting to the family tradition were absolutely not allowed.
Starting from the Song Dynasty, this restriction was actually not that strong. In the Ming Dynasty, they were raised as outsiders and ignored by no one. Even taking a concubine was a romantic story. However, the status of the Yan family and his son was too high, and after all, they were no better than ordinary officials.
Yan Shifan shouldn't be led home in a big way, let alone let Qingliu take advantage of him at this moment.
What Ouyang said was undoubtedly reasonable, but Yan Shifan was angry: "I am no longer the elder of Xiaoge, but my father personally advised His Majesty to remove me from my official position, and then I was humiliated by that old thief Xu Jie for breaking off the engagement. Now I finally meet him."
Is it possible that the last person with whom I share the same feelings still has to look forward and backward, worrying about those ridiculous faces?"
After saying this, anger surged up, he let out an angry snort and rolled out his sleeves.
Seeing her son's decisive departure, Mrs. Ouyang was stunned at first, and then started to tremble with anger: "I don't know how to teach my son, I don't know how to teach him!"
Yan Song's head hurt even more, and he felt something was wrong.
Even if Yan Shifan was stimulated again, he shouldn't be like this. After all, he was fine a few days ago, preparing to use tricks and counterattack Qingliu. Why did he kill Zhao Wenhua again today and bring the Fengchen woman back to his house...
"Could it be that I'm possessed by an evil spirit?"
But he was still thinking, and fierce noises broke out outside.
But when Yan Shifan walked back to the courtyard, he was furious when he saw a figure lying on the ground with disheveled hair.
"She fell by herself, we didn't do anything at all..."
The concubines around me hurriedly stepped forward to explain, but Yan Shifan didn't listen to a single word. He only saw the pitiful look in my eyes under the wet hair. His heart immediately tightened, and an unprecedented pain filled his chest.
Seeing the husband's expression turn ferocious in an instant, the concubines were so frightened that their faces turned pale. A woman who stood out from the crowd made everyone feel like they were being pardoned.
That is Yan Shifan's wife, Mrs. Wu.
Yan Song was a high school scholar in the Zhengde Dynasty. Although he had not been a prominent figure for the first fifty years, and later defeated Xia Yan and took advantage of the situation, his official position in the Imperial College was always not low. He was the head wife of his son Zhang Luo, so she was a lady in the family.
Wu's appearance is not enchanting, but dignified and majestic. She is well-read in poetry and books, and has studied a lot of classics and history. She is also very knowledgeable about the history of the Song Dynasty.
She has always been calm, so you know this person's ability. Seeing Yan Shifan's posture, you know that this prostitute is completely different from the previous concubines. She did not show the slightest loss of composure, but said calmly: "Husband, this girl
How about staying in the outer house first and then welcoming him into the mansion on a certain day?"
This treatment was not inappropriate, but Yan Shifan only had Qin Feng in his eyes at this time. He slowly helped her up and suddenly said solemnly: "I've made you feel wronged, but don't worry, I want to marry you!"
The surroundings suddenly fell silent.
Not to mention the concubines were stunned, Wu's body also froze and looked over in disbelief. Ever since Yan Shifan returned home, the main thing was an accident.
But this surprise was really unexpected.
Divorce your first wife and marry a prostitute?
Even if this was an impulsive remark, it would be unimaginable to be able to say it without thinking about it afterwards!
If you really want to do it...
"Master!! Master!!"
While there was silence in the courtyard, and Wu, who had always been steady and generous, was on the verge of collapse, panicked cries came from behind.
Mr. Yan Ge, who could withstand even Jiajing's pills, collapsed after hearing the news.
Just as Yan's house was filled with cries and cries, Li Yan also came here.
The Great Tomorrow Master was surrounded by talismans, observing the location where the demon first descended.
Jiuye watched the Sky-Eyed Arhat making a fuss in the Yan Mansion.
How strange... take a few more looks!
However, Yan Song's movement still attracted the attention of both of them. Jiuye marveled: "It's really scary to be possessed by a demon. The Yan family is going to be destroyed!"
Li Yan glanced at him in his busy schedule and made a judgment: "Yan Song was indeed stimulated, but he fell down because he retreated in order to advance, and he did it deliberately."
Jiuye didn't understand: "Why is this?"
Li Yandao: "Yan Shifan is stubborn and self-willed. Yan Song understands his son's character and knows that he can't be suppressed by force, so he pretends to fall. This method is indeed effective on weekdays, but Yan Shifan's current state cannot be judged by common sense, and it will be self-defeating.
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Jiuye disliked the Yan Party very much. His master was so capable but kept such a low profile. Why were they so arrogant? He rolled his eyes and suggested, "In that case, why don't I let the Yan family and his son reap the consequences?"
How about early retribution?”
Li Yan's eyes moved slightly and nodded: "Good!"
Jiuye's spirit was greatly boosted.
If the big ship of the Yan Party wants to ride the wind and waves and gallop into the political arena, the Yan family and his son are indispensable.
But relatively speaking, Yan Shifan was acting recklessly, and Yan Song could still pull him back and allow the Yan Party to continue to survive, but his momentum was weakened...
If Yan Song's fake show really comes true and it really falls down, then the building will collapse. This is also a way to suppress the turbid and promote the pure, starting with the secular...