Jiajing now has only two sons under his knees: King Yu and King Jing, so the person who inherits the unification will be born in these two princes.

Although he knew this, because Jiajing was an extremely powerful emperor and was superstitious about cultivating Changsheng, the current Manchu Dynasty did not dare to get too close to King Yu and King Jing.

Even though Jiajing is now in his fifties, there is still no minister who dares to stand up for the crown prince, let alone swagger to take sides and give advice to these two princes.

It is precisely in this way that King Yu and King Jing can be said to be the candidates for the throne with the weakest sense of existence, and the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty can only follow the two of them to draw a clear line, which makes their lives unsatisfactory.

Especially King Yu, who is more like an angry daughter-in-law. Although he took advantage of the eldest brother, he was not loved by Jiajing, and he had to worry about the problem of his heirs, so he was worried that he would fall victim to the struggle for the throne.

Although Lin Haoran wanted to get close to King Yu and thus make a dragon contribution, he had always had to be cautious.

In this treacherous place in the capital, a careless person may end up in a state of no return. Conglong is of course very important, but if it angers Jiajing's nerves, I am afraid that he can only return to Changlin Village in disgrace.

It's just that his wife has contact with King Yu's side concubine Li, which is undoubtedly a small opportunity. After all, the battle in the court is not so boring, and even the family members of the officials' families have to be restrained, if so, it is a little too much to say.

In addition, the Li family came from a humble background, and now she is not the main concubine of King Yu, but only a side concubine of King Yu. Although she is now five or six months pregnant, it is not clear whether she is a man or a woman, and she is not an important role at all.

Lin Haoran followed Wu Qiuyu to exchange a meaningful look, the husband and wife had obviously been together, knowing that they wanted to be close to King Yu instead of King Jing, Lin Haoran asked curiously: "Lady, didn't you say that you are not familiar with the people in King Yu's Mansion?" How did you get to know Concubine Li? ”

Although I am not afraid of others taking advantage of this to attack, a reasonable process of getting to know each other will undoubtedly be more secure.

"The concubine has always been deep in the boudoir, how can she know Concubine Li, it was Hu Niu who met Concubine Li, it seems that Hu Niu helped Concubine Li out of the siege before!" Wu Qiuyu explained with a smile.

Lin Haoran heard that it was the wild girl of the tiger girl, and even reached out to pull the curtain of the car, wanting to call the tiger girl to ask carefully what her relationship with Concubine Li was.

"Brother, I'll go first!"

The tiger girl wearing a light blue cardigan skirt became more and more girlish, and after riding the red horse, she didn't give Lin Haoran a chance to stop her, and even rode away.

Lin Haoran looked at the wild girl who had gone away, let out a long sigh, and put down the curtain helplessly. But I don't know when this wild girl will be able to be well-behaved, obedient and sensible, and learn needlework well.

When dusk fell, a sedan chair left from Xiyuan and returned to Yanfu in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"The master is back!"

When Yan Nian saw Yan Song return suddenly, the whole person ran over excitedly, and personally helped Yan Song get off the sedan chair.

Generally speaking, even if it is a day off, Yan Song rarely returns, unless there is something urgent that he personally makes. It's just that he returned today for no reason, which made Yan Nian a surprise and an accident.

Yan Song endured the bumps along the way, his face did not look good, and his body was a little weak and cold. When Yan Nian helped him, his body was also leaning towards this loyal housekeeper.

"Quick, prepare tea for the master!"

Yan Nian has served Yan Song for most of his life, and even though he knew that Yan Song's health was not good, he carefully helped Yan Song out, and at the same time gave instructions to the servants next to him.

The servants were busy, and a clever servant came over to ask if he wanted to invite Li Langzhong over, and even got Yan Nian's affirmative answer.

Yan Song originally didn't want to leave the palace, but the emperor suddenly chose to retreat and fast, and he also wanted to personally advise Yan Shifan on some things, so he chose to go home.

Because he does not live at home all the year round, and his wife loves Yan Shifan very much, the main hall room has long been given to Yan Shifan, and he lives in a cross-courtyard in the east.

With Yan Nian's help, he walked slowly towards his residence. When I walked to the middle courtyard, I heard a commotion, and immediately asked suspiciously: "Why is the house so noisy today?" ”

Yan Nian swallowed and spit, and replied cautiously: "The young master is entertaining guests!" ”

Yan Song's face, which was full of age spots, immediately turned angry, and he looked very angry and smacked his cane and said angrily: "Nonsense! There are still more than ten days left in his mother's filial piety, what kind of banquet is he doing! Ahem......"

A cloud of anger immediately surged into his heart, but it made him feel uncomfortable in his chest, and he couldn't help coughing heavily.

If it was something else, he would still be able to turn a blind eye, but when it came to his wife, he was both angry and distressed at the moment.

The wife gave almost all the love to Yan Shifan, and now Yan Shifan is just looking for fun in the house every day, and now he is holding a banquet at home, which is simply a big unfilial piety.

"Master, don't be angry, don't be angry!" Yan Nian hurriedly helped Yan Song to smooth his breath, and at the same time comforted him seriously.

Yan Song coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and ordered angrily: "Let Yan Shifan come over!" ”

On weekdays, the owner of this house is Yan Shifan, but now that Yan Song has returned, the servants below dare not obey. As his words fell, someone ran to invite Yan Shifan.

"My dad is back? Didn't you say you wouldn't come back? ”

Yan Shifan was drinking happily with Liu Boyue, the left waiter of the Ministry of Industry, and other officials, when he faced a domestic slave who came in to give the news, he said with a little disappointment.

When Liu Boyue, the left waiter of the Ministry of Works, and other officials heard that Yan Song had returned, their minds immediately became active, but they all wanted to see Lord Shoufu.

"You go on, I'll go back!"

Yan Shifan got up from the ground by Liniang's shoulder, shouted at the officials and left, but the wine was a little high, and his walk was obviously a little shaky.

Liu Boyue and other officials in the Ministry of Industry had no intention of having a banquet, and Dong Wei, the right deputy capital, directly asked the singer on the stage to stop performing, but they talked about business here.

"Dad, are you looking for me so urgently, is there something important?"

Yan Shifan staggered in from the outside and asked with a big grin.

"Yan Shifan, do you know what day your mother's death day is?"

Yan Song looked at Yan Shifan, who was full of alcohol, and the resentment that had originally calmed down was suddenly violent at this moment.

Because Yan Shifan is his only son, and he is an old man, and he was born to his beloved wife, he has been loving since he was a child. Not to mention his wife who held Yan Shifan in the palm of his hand, even he was never willing to beat and scold Yan Shifan.

Now, the reason why he is holding on to this old bone in the Wanshou Palace is that he doesn't even dare to leave the rest of the day, and he always asks the saint for peace. In order to keep this position and stay up until the day when Yan Shifan returns to the cabinet.

It's just that Yan Shifan actually held a banquet at home during the period of filial piety for his mother, which not only disappointed his master's hard work, but also shamed his wife under Jiuquan.

"Dad, I do things in a measured way! On the day of my mother's death, I promise to do it beautifully! Yan Shifan sat down at the tea table, stretched out his hand to pick up the teapot, and said disapprovingly.