The days of recuperation are always very pleasant, but for Yan Hui, the "pseudo sick number", it is a little difficult. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Bowls of wound medicine and perfect tonic soup were personally brought to Yan Hui by the 24 filial piety father.

Although Yan Hui had already made his belly round, he still took it with great gratitude, and said, "Thank you, father." ”

For the sake of this heart, Yan Hui already felt that he was about to drink edema.

"Father."

On this day, Yan Hui looked at the fourth bowl of tonic that Yan Zheng had brought in the morning, and finally felt a little unbearable.

"I've been injured these days, I'm really tired of my father, it's all Yan Hui's unfilial piety."

Yan Zheng was also a little emotional, "Yan Yan, you are injured, although you don't say it, but I also know that you are enduring the pain caused by the wound every day, and my father can't help you, so I can only do some trivial things for you, hoping that you can get better soon." ”

"Father, if you stay in Zhuangzi for half a month in a row, doesn't it matter if the saint is there?" So for your job, for your boss's sake, hurry up and get to work.

Who knew that Yan Zheng heard this, but he was a little silent.

"It's that I couldn't figure it out before."

thought of how high-spirited he was when he won the top spot, but later Yan Hui's mother died, and he also fell into decline.

He used to feel that his life was passable, although his official position was not high, but he was far away from the intrigue in the court, and it was not until Yan Qingyun came this time that he woke him up.

"Don't be afraid, your daughter will be ridiculed by the powerful in Beijing behind her back, just because she doesn't have a powerful father!"

How sharp and direct this sentence is.

"I won't do that again, though." Yan Zheng looked at the daughter in front of him, she looked very much like her mother, so it was his fault that he became a widow at the age of Shaohua.

However, it is not without opportunities for change.

"Yan Yan, don't worry, I will definitely let the Holy Lord personally allow you to remarry."

Yan Hui almost didn't hold the medicine bowl in his hand, Yan Zheng's ambition is really ...... No one......

But the problem is.

She didn't want to remarry at all.

Isn't this very good now, once Yu Moyu is separated, this Guogong Mansion is not her Yiyantang, if she remarries, she will either be drowned in the scheming with the concubines on the road, or she will be worn out in a small backyard.

What about those who haven't seen each other yet?

"There's no urgency." Yan replied, "It's really okay if you've been here for so long?" ”

"Yan Yan doesn't have to worry about his father, when your grandfather came to the capital, I had already taken leave from the saint, and the saint knew that your grandfather came to Beijing, and specially allowed your grandfather to leave the capital, and I would go back."

Yan Hui had never heard of such a leave, either because the emperor took a fancy to Yan Qingyun, or because Yan Zheng was really too idle to be idle.

Thinking that Yan Qingyun has been in Beijing for so many days and has not seen the emperor come over, it is more likely that he will come to the latter.

"However, I won't be able to stay here for a few days," Yan Zheng said with a long sigh, "Your grandfather is tired of the capital, and said that he will go back in the next two days." ”

"Grandfather is leaving?" Yan Hui was a little surprised, Yan Qingyun left like this?

"Yes, as soon as your grandfather leaves, his father will also leave, but as soon as I leave, what will my Yan Yan do?"

Yan Hui was defeated by Yan Zheng again.

I'm just injured, don't say I'm as if I'm a disabled person who can't take care of myself.

"Or," Yan Zheng looked at Yan Hui and cautiously proposed, "I'll let the Song family take care of you?" ”

It was already very painful to lie on the bed and pretend to be sick to Yan Zheng every day, and she didn't want to change someone to continue this kind of "self-abuse" at all.

"Father, after all, the Guogong Mansion has not yet come out of the filial piety period, so it is really not appropriate to make these moves." Besides, it was the Song family who came to take care of herself, and she thought that she also brought her maidservant girl over, and there would definitely be branches in the crowd.

Yan thought about it, and then said: "Besides, my wound is almost healed, and the rest just need to be carefully maintained." ”

Hearing Yan Hui's refusal, Yan Zheng thought that Yan Hui didn't like the Song family, and if the two were tired of seeing each other, it would be better not to meet.

"If this is the case, then I will be wronged Yan Yan to live in this Zhuangzi for a few more days." Yan Zheng said as he took out a bunch of keys from his sleeve and handed them to Yan Hui.

"This is what your mother left you back then, and then I bought some things for you, and put them in the treasury of the village, you can keep this key, and when you are better, you can go and have a look."

Yan Hui took the set of keys, and it was very weighty, thinking that it should be "quite a dowry", Yan Hui was about to be a subordinate, but found a strange key on it.

The bronze texture looks very old, and the handle of the key is even covered with a layer of green patina, but what catches Yan Hui's attention the most is the shape of the key.

"Is this also the key? How does it look like a fish? ”

Yan Zheng obviously saw it too.

"This key belongs to your mother, it seems to be used to open a box, I can't remember exactly what it contains, but it should be some things from your daughter's house, left and right are left for you, if you are curious, you might as well open it and take a look."

Yan retrieved the set of keys, the shape of the key is like a fish, and the birthmark on his back is also like a fish, is there some connection between the two?

It seems that I have to find a time to take a good look at what my mother left behind.

It was night, and the candles were burning in the main courtyard.

Tomorrow is the day they return to Tanglin, and tonight, Steward Yan will sort out Yan Qingyun's luggage little by little according to the list.

After everything was confirmed, Steward Yan put away the list.

"Old lady, it's all packed."

Yan Qingyun was sitting behind the table, while he was washing two paper-thin chicken cups in his hands.

The flames under the red clay stove are burning unhurriedly, and in the Chengxin sand pot placed on it, there is still sitting the new snow harvested this year.

"You have to hurry tomorrow, you go down and rest."

Steward Yan looked at the hourglass on the side, at this time, if it was normal, his old lady should have slept a long time ago, why did he cook tea neatly today.

But Steward Yan didn't ask anything, didn't say anything, he didn't understand what the old lady meant, just as he didn't understand why the old lady obviously hated the complicated and exquisite tea art the most, so why did he take out these tea sets.

But he doesn't need to understand, the most important thing for a subordinate is to keep his duty.

Although it was nearly March, the night breeze was still a little cool, Steward Yan covered the half-open window, and picked the candle with a silver hairpin, and after the room was brighter, he bowed and retreated.

A wisp of white gas gradually floated out of the Chengxin clay pot, Yan Qingyun picked out a spoonful of tea leaves, and let it in, no matter what his skills were, but at that moment, the room was full of tea fragrance.

After Yan Qingyun held the pot and poured two cups, the guests he was waiting for also quietly arrived at night.

Yan Qingyun stroked his sleeves and walked out from behind the table, and when he walked in front of the comer, he flicked the hem of his clothes and knelt down deeply......