Male supporting role is not a stepping stone

It was said that he was returning to the capital to resume his life, but Yang Yan went back to his hometown first to wash away the dust from his body, and then handed the book to the palace to meet the saint.

The emperor was only in his early fifties, but he was born frail. After he ascended the throne, he devoted himself to political affairs. Although he had countless good things to support him as the king of a country, his health was never very good. He looked like he was in his sixties or seventies. The energy and spirit of a young man are extremely poor.

"Your Majesty, Sheng Yangyan, goes to see the Emperor. Long live my Emperor." Yang Yan calmed down and paid his respects with a respectful expression.

"My dear, there's no need to be polite. Come on down quickly." The old emperor's attitude was very friendly, and he looked at him as if he were his own son.

But of course these are just appearances. If he really valued him that much, the emperor would not have directly convicted him without checking when the so-called evidence of guilt was found in the original lord's palace.

Since ancient times, few military generals in high positions have died well. They either died on the battlefield or were jealous of the emperor. They were afraid of a "yellow robe", so they chose to strike first.

The death of the original owner was indispensable because of the frame-up by someone who was interested, but the emperor also "contributed most" to it.

Although he was cursing in his heart, Yang Yan didn't show a trace of abnormality on his face, showing the appearance of a loyal yet humble minister.

The old emperor asked some questions about border affairs, and he answered them one by one. The two chatted for almost half an hour. The old emperor looked tired and said with emotion: "I am getting old, so I have to accept it!"

Yang Yan quickly flattered him against his will, making the old emperor laugh: "I used to say that Sheng Qing was dull, but after a few years of not seeing each other, he has learned to flatter her."

Who told him to come to an era when imperial power was supreme? Yang Yan could only laugh awkwardly. The old emperor was happy for a while and finally let him go.

"Okay, it's rare for you to come back, so you'd better go home early and spend time with your wife! Now that the border is stable, you can stay in the capital for a longer time. I'll hold a banquet in two days to take care of you."

Yang Yan refused again, but in the end he couldn't resist the kindness and had to agree.

When he came out of the palace, he felt exhausted. He had to be careful when talking to the old emperor. Although he knew that his suspicion would not be alleviated by his perfect response, at least he could not let him get a handle on it.

Thinking back to the time when I was the emperor, I wonder if those ministers were as worried as they are now when facing me?

When he returned to the Duke's residence, the concierge immediately reported that his wife had returned to the residence. Yang Yan said lightly "hmm" and ignored her. He went back to his room and ordered someone to cook and bring it over. After a good meal, he fell asleep. .

After traveling for almost a month and having to deal with the old emperor again, he was really tired and had no interest in dealing with those people with ulterior motives.

Jiang Ruxue had been feeling anxious ever since she met her husband in the suburbs. After finally waiting for Yu Xiuming's coachman to bring someone to repair the carriage, she urged her to come back quickly.

But when she got there, she didn't see anyone. After asking, she found out that he had gone to the palace to meet the saint, so she had to wait anxiously in the room.

During this period, she thought of many ways to respond, but it was not until dark that the maid found out that the Marquis had already eaten and rested!

Jiang Ruxue was so angry that she almost overturned the table. Fortunately, she was still thinking about how to calmly refuse his request to have sex with her, but it turned out that he didn't even think about wanting to sleep with her!

It was one thing not to be happy, but to be so openly disliked, she couldn't bear it. She felt that her self-esteem had been seriously hurt. She was so angry that she didn't even eat dinner. She didn't sleep well all night. When she got up the next day, her eyes were filled with tears. Full of cyan.

After washing up and covering the dark circles with powder, Jiang Ruxue put on beautiful makeup to hide her tiredness. When she got to the lobby, her nose was almost crooked with anger.

Sheng Yangyan, this bitch, didn't even wait for her and started eating breakfast alone, leaving a mess on the table.

"Greetings to my husband." Jiang Ruxue suppressed the anger in her heart and went to say hello, but she didn't even get a look from the other party.

Yang Yan gave a faint "hmm", and when she sat over, he put the last piece of bun in his hand into his mouth, chewed it, put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, stood up and left.

Jiang Ruxue could only swallow back all the words she originally wanted to say, picked up the buns bitterly, and vented all her anger on the food.

At this time, Yang Yan had already picked up the gift he had been asked to prepare. He refused to follow the servant and walked towards his brother's house with his legs up.

The original owner entered the military service at the age of fourteen. Because of his natural supernatural power, he was quickly put to good use. After that, he climbed from a soldier to a general, and when he led a party, he was awarded a title for his merits.

With the contract, the entire Sheng family has grown rapidly. They have transformed from a mud-legged family into a wealthy family. They live in a mansion, wear silks and satins, and are attended by maids and servants when they come in and out. It can be said that the scenery is endless.

It's a pity that they didn't enjoy a few good years. The original owner was convicted of treason. His parents, brothers, nephews, nieces, and even his infant grandnephew were all implicated. The men were executed and the women were used as slaves.

Even so, the Sheng family did not blame the original owner for a moment, because they knew he was wronged and because he was their relative.

Since we enjoyed the benefits he brought when he was prosperous, we should also suffer with him when he was down.

It was a very simple and simple idea. The original owner was so moved that he couldn't help but hate him. He hated the people who wanted to put him to death for his own selfish reasons, and hated the people who pushed them into the pit of fire with his own hands.

The place where his brother lived was only one street away. Yang Yan looked at the bustling streets as he walked, and he arrived soon.

When the original owner sent someone to bring his parents and brothers to the capital, he originally wanted to place them in the Marquis's mansion, but they were afraid that conflicts would arise after he married his wife and would make it difficult for him to live in the middle, so they refused.

Of course, the original owner couldn't let them go back to the countryside as they said, so he settled for the next best thing and bought a house nearby so that they could take care of each other.

"The Marquis is here!" The gatekeeper of the Sheng family mansion was from his hometown. When he saw him, he immediately welcomed him in with a smile.

"How are you, cousin? Are my parents up?" Yang Yan asked, but did not let him take over the things in his hands.

The old man is in his fifties, and his body is not very strong. If he hadn't seen him working in the fields and couldn't support his family, his parents would not have brought him here to work. They would have to crush these things when they got them. Down?

Anyway, he now has the divine power to carry such a few things as if he hadn't, so he doesn't want to take that risk.

"Master Marquis, please don't call me cousin again, or you'll offend me." The old man's face smiled like a chrysanthemum, "The master and his wife were up early. They are usually hard-working people, and you are not." have no idea."

Yang Yan didn't argue with him about the title issue. Anyway, the original owner of the Sheng family was used to it.

"Sanwazi is back!" The first person he met was Mrs. Sheng when he entered the door. As soon as he saw her, he came over excitedly and looked at him several times. Finally, his nose became sore and he began to wipe his tears. "I've lost weight." , it’s dark again.”

"Mom, you say this every time," Yang Yan was a little helpless, "If according to what you said, my son becomes thinner and darker every time, then shouldn't I have a black skin covering my bones now? On the shelf? Can you still see it?”

"You're just talking nonsense!" Mrs. Sheng was immediately amused by him and burst into laughter. She pretended to hit him and pulled him to look at him.

While he was talking, the whole family came over after hearing the news. Yang Yan took out the things for his parents separately, pointed at the gifts piled up like a hill, and told them to divide them among themselves.

The eldest brother is now a grandfather, and the second brother's son is about to get married. They all kept their airs and did not move. However, the fourth and fifth brothers were not shy and picked up things with their nieces and nephews.

"Third brother, did you carry it here by yourself again?" Lao Wu teased as he returned it, "Next time you should ask someone to pull it with a horse-drawn carriage. If a passerby sees this, they will think you are carrying an empty box! "

"You're the only one who talks too much!" Yang Yan kicked him unceremoniously on the buttocks, pushing half of his body into the gift box, leaving only his two legs kicking around outside. The whole family was so funny by him. It looked funny.

After the gifts were distributed, Yang Yan was pestered by his nephews and nieces to tell stories about border crossings. After telling them, they asked him to play games with them.

The Sheng family comes from a humble background, and they don't pay much attention to raising children. They are all very skinny, so his energy is a bit too much for him.

Still, Mrs. Sheng couldn't stand it and drove away a group of little monkeys before telling him to take a breath.

"You!" Mrs. Sheng gave him a cute and funny look, "You always spoil them like this, and you spoil them all to the point of being lawless."

"Mom, what you said is right," Yang Yan wiped his sweat and said, "If they really dare to do something lawless, I won't be the first to spare them. What's the point of just playing with them?"

"You have a lot of sense," Mrs. Sheng glanced at her son, and then asked softly, "How long can I stay here after I come back this time? Isn't it going to be another ten or eight days before I have to go back to the border?"

"Mom, you guessed wrong," Yang Yan said with a smile, "The emperor was so generous this time and allowed me two months of leave."

"Really?" Mrs. Sheng was surprised and happy. She quickly clasped her hands together and muttered something in a low voice. In short, she must be worshiping some kind of god. "The emperor is really a good man."

She suddenly remembered something and said happily: "I just want to take advantage of this period to get close to your wife and give birth to a fat grandson as soon as possible. You have been married for six years, and the total time we have seen each other is less than three months. It's really I’m worried to death.”

Mentioning the woman at home, Yang Yan's smile faded a little: "Mom, you are already a great-grandmother, what do you need to have a grandson like this?"

Old Mrs. Sheng rolled her eyes at him: "I like the one born by the boss, and I also like the one born by you. That's right. Why didn't your wife come with you this time?"