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The guardian has been replaced by an old man, because An Lun doesn't come back often, so he didn't prepare any good food, and he was a little panicked for a while.

"No, take out the wine."

An Lun was sitting outside the main house with a pot of wine and nine pot stickers. This was his dinner.

The potsticker has a fragrant smell, and the outer layer is almost hard, just like rice croissant, but it is not sticky.

An Lun's teeth are good, he bit off a piece of skin hard, and then chewed slowly.

The old man was waiting on the side, and when he saw it, he said, "Father-in-law, why don't you go to the restaurant and order some food."

An Lun shook his head, and the old man wanted to cry. A grandfather-in-law used pot stickers to drink wine, which really made people feel like they were dreaming.

"Father-in-law, why not make an egg drop soup? Put some salt and chopped green onion in the soup, which tastes great."

An Lun nodded, and the old man went to the kitchen with joy.

A mouthful of pot stickers and a mouthful of wine. When the egg soup came, An Lun looked at the color of the soup and said, "Don't stir it too fast when you put the eggs."

The old man admired: "Father-in-law, you still know this!"

An Lun looked at the setting sun in the distance, and smiled: "Back then, I like to drink egg soup, my mother's egg soup, and...my sister..."

His expression became a little depressed, and the old man didn't dare to say more.

"Go ahead."

An Lun waved his hand, and the old man hurriedly returned to his room like an amnesty.

An Lun ate the pot stickers, and he drank a pot of wine clean.

He slowly got up, and when the old man came out to clean up, he entered the room.

An Lun came out later. He gave an envelope to the old man and said, "There are some money here. You are old, go home."

The old man was a little worried, but An Lun said without any doubt: "Go back, you are not allowed to mention that you have seen the house here in the future, otherwise someone will trouble you."

The old man was frightened, and quickly packed his belongings, and then rushed to his house before it was early.

When An Lun arrived at the stable, the horse groaned a few times when he saw him coming, and shook his head, looking very happy.

An Lun brushed it with a brush, and said: "Look back and remember not to make a fuss! Live your life well."

This war horse with a broken leg rubbed its head against An Lun's face, neighing in a low voice.

An Lun patted its big head and said with a smile: "Chen Shi is not bad, I'll let someone send you there later."

"Father-in-law!"

I don't know when there were two more men behind him.

"How about it?"

An Lun was still brushing the horse.

"Sister Ying's fiance is a simple and honest man. He is in excellent health and can be used as a cow at home."

"Where is his family? Is there anything savage?"

"No, the whole family is honest and honest."

An Lun nodded and said happily: "Okay."

"You... go and stare at Yan Dajian. He has something wrong recently, I am afraid that he is going to make trouble. Our Dongchang is your majesty's domestic slaves. Someone wants to make trouble. That's not said, whether it's Shangshu or Assistant Political Bachelor, let's talk about it."

"Yes."

An Lun turned around and took out a big envelope from his arms, and said: "This is for Ying Mei. Give it alone. It is said that it was given by our family. Let her not say anything about it, and then use it if it is short of money."

The two ghostly men left, An Lun muttered to himself with the horse in the stable until dark.

"You are also a poor one, but compared to ours, you are considered lucky."

"Our sister and mother... Back then, my dad was a beast. He lost all his family property in gambling and owed a large debt. It was useless for my mother to kneel down and beg him. Finally, I had to bring my sister into Yan Dajian's house. ..."

"The Yan family is known as a charity person. I thought that my mother and sister had a good home, so I asked someone to castrate themselves, and luckily survived. I just wanted to stand up one day and redeem my mother and sister. ."

The horse's head shook, and he stuck out his tongue to lick An Lun, as if he knew his pain.

An Lun touched its head, sniffed and said: "Later, our family was able to go out of the palace, and we were going to Jinling, so I asked someone to go...my mother and sister..."

His body was trembling, and then he hugged the horse's neck, crying silently.

The cry dissipated in the dark night, as if the nine ghosts were howling.

...

There is still no candidate for the Book of Etiquette, which is still good news for Yan Dajian.

He knew that he couldn't work hard, and the best way was to be calm and calm.

But what he worries most is Fang Xing's words that day.

If Fang Xing sent someone to Fujian, would he find out what happened to him back then?

After dinner, Yan Dajian went to the study as usual.

"Master, there is a letter from the young master."

The old servant for many years handed over a letter, and Yan Dajian took it and looked at it carefully.

The letter was written by Yan Chunhui. In the letter, he complained that officials in Fujian were all messing around, so he wanted to be transferred to Beijing.

Yan Dajian burned the letter blankly, and the old servant was a little worried when he saw it, "Master, is there anything wrong with the young master?"

Yan Dajian shook his head and said, "From today, Chunhui has stopped anyone who wants to give gifts."

Local officials gave gifts to officials in the capital, which has been indispensable throughout the ages.

Yan Chunhui has an old man named Zuo Shi Lang of the Ministry of Rites, but there must be some rules, otherwise people will say you are arrogant and your reputation will be stinky.

The meaning of Yan Dajian's words was somewhat conservative. The old servant thought of the recent court situation and said, "Yes, it just so happened that the lady asked him to visit the young master in Fujian, so the old slave will go and tell him."

Yan Dajian said: "Let Chunhui keep a low profile and talk less. And..."

He frowned and said, "Let him play less with women, so that he can stop playing with himself someday."

The old servant smiled and said, "Master, don't worry, there hasn't been anything wrong with the eldest master these years."

Yan Dajian scolded with a smile: "Know that you will protect him, go."

After the old servant left, Yan Dajian began to write letters.

He is writing to his best friends, telling them that he is satisfied with the current situation and has a very fulfilling life...

After writing the letter, he tidied the table, and then ordered wine to be served, but only peanuts were needed for the food.

"Fang Xing..."

Yan Dajian peeled the fried peanuts, and put them on the table one by one ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~, neatly like an array of muskets.

He squinted slightly, his eyes darkened, covering the light of the candle on the side.

"There is also the East Factory, do you think the old man doesn't know?"

He ate a peanut and sneered: "Look, see who is faster."

"Officials in Fujian will naturally cover up for the old man, otherwise, how many of them can survive under your majesty's anger? Fang Xing, An Lun, do you understand the truth of this officialdom?"

He took a sip from the wine glass and said comfortably: "Those people...those past, who has no past. Even Your Majesty said that you will not blame the past, you have to turn it, but you know that the lake looks clear, but you can't turn it underneath, otherwise you will It will become muddy."

"You have one family and two earls, do you really think you belong to the Xu family? Fujian is a place that is safe and stable. If you want to stir up the wind and rain, see if your majesty can accommodate your family!"

He smiled slightly, the flesh on his cheeks piled up slightly, and the statute lines became deeper and deeper.

He poured himself a glass of wine, then reluctantly picked one from the neatly arranged peanuts and put it in his mouth gracefully.

The old servant appeared at the door and said, "Master, madam..."

Yan Dajian frowned slightly and said, "Drowning a child is like killing a child. Doesn't she understand this truth?"

He looked at the peeled peanuts on the table with regret, then collected them all and grabbed them.

Out of the study, Yan Dajian looked at the night sky with his hands shouldered and said, "Burn all those letters."

The old servant was shocked, so he went in and brought out a wooden box.

The wooden box was full of letters, and the old servant burned outside the door alone, tears streaming down his face from the blazing fire.

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