Since Xia Yan's death, Xu Jie shrank his head after several temptations, Lu Ben was submissive, and Yan Song was really powerful...... The power leaning towards the government and the opposition is really not counted, this is determined by the Ming Dynasty's small and large bureaucratic system.

Last year, Li Mo was aggressive for a while, but after Qian Yuan entered Beijing, Yan Song regained the initiative again with the help of Hu Zongxian's chess piece.

Although Yan Song is old and has just been scolded in the official congratulatory table, there are still countless officials who come to Yan's Mansion to pay a visit, and even the two streets next door are full of sedan chairs, and the entourage is everywhere, looking at the porter with blank eyes.

Qian Yuan walked outside the gate of the Yan Mansion under the gaze of so many eyes, and before he could hand back the post, Bai Qichang, who had been waiting at the side door for a long time, had already greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, Lao Bai, how is your luck in the past two days?"

Everyone is here, and Qian Yuan doesn't need to deliberately show a sense of distance, although he knows that Yan Dang's reputation is too stinky, but it really fits in.

"Don't mention it, the eyes of loss are green." Bai Qichang complained: "Donglou Gong is now improving his skills and sweeping thousands of ...... army."

"It can't be a deliberate gift of silver, right?"

"How is that possible?" Bai Qichang's face turned white, "Donglou Gong can see through it at a glance." ”

The two of them laughed and talked about entering the house, and the entourage waiting outside all stared at them with wide mouths, and their own masters came to wait before dawn, for a few hours...... Even if you sit in a sedan chair, your butt will be numb.

Today's posture is not small, in addition to Yan Shifan, Bai Qichang, Tang Ruji, Zhao Wenhua and a few acquaintances, there are also Ouyang Bijin, the secretary of the Criminal Department, and Yan Maoqing, the left deputy of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, who is a famous Yan Party in history.

Although Ouyang Bijin is Yan Song's brother-in-law, his reputation is not bad, and he also has some relationship with Qian Yuan.

Ouyang Bijin is Yu Dayou's master, Qian Yuan and Yu Dayou are close friends, the two chatted a few words about Yu Dayou, who was training in Shaoxing, and then Ouyang went straight to the backyard, and now the people who stayed in front were acquaintances.

"I heard that the exhibition was only visited everywhere yesterday?" Yan Shifan said with a wry smile.

Qian Yuan spread his hands, "I ran for a day, but I didn't get lunch or dinner." ”

"Hahaha." Tang Ruji laughed and said: "It's a pity that the eldest brother and daughter of Donglou have already made a marriage, otherwise it would be a good family business." ”

Those present here dare to say this, Yan Shifan is also quite regretful, to be honest, Qian Yuan is really a good son-in-law, the key is very much to his liking.

Yan Shifan's only daughter has been married, and the man is Kong Shangxian, the 64th generation derivative of Confucius Mansion in Qufu, Shandong, or Emperor Jiajing.

Qian Yuan shrugged his shoulders and didn't speak, he had already collected this information yesterday, otherwise he would not dare to come to the door today.

"By the way, it's appropriate for Brother Yuan's granddaughter." Yan Maoqing said this suddenly, this person looked dignified and spoke very sharply, Qian Yuan couldn't help frowning slightly.

Zhao Wenhua had this thought, and looked at Qian Yuan with a smile.

"By the way, thank you Brother Siji." Qian Yuan first thanked Tang Ruji, and then turned his head to look at Yan Shifan, "Brother Donglou, the younger brother doesn't look at his in-laws' connections and family background, he only seeks beauty." ”

Yan Shifan snorted and squirted out the tea, pointed at Qian Yuan and scolded with a smile: "The family is a dignified Ministry of Works, one of the Great Nine Qings, you still dislike it?" ”

"No wonder you want to thank me...... That pair of sisters must be favored by Zhancai. Tang Ruji couldn't help but smile and looked at Zhao Wenhua.

Zhao Wenhua is really not very good...... The nose is a little collapsed, the eyes are a little small, and the eyebrows are short and thick.

Qian Yuan continued to complain: "Don't mention it, I ran around for a day yesterday and sent it to the door for people to see...... Don't even ask me if I can see it! ”

"Qian someone doesn't ask for high-ranking officials, can't he pick one to look comfortable on?"

"What's the matter, it's a person who lives a lifetime!"

The other people present shook their heads in their hearts, marriage is not a matter of men and women, many times it involves the whole family, only Yan Shifan praised it.

Later generations said that Yan Shifan was desolate (lewd) and had ten daughters at night, but in fact, in addition to his wife, he only had four concubines around him, and he didn't have as many as Xu Fan.

More than ten years ago, Yan Shifan personally selected the daughter of the Xiong family, and was quite affectionate after marriage, but ten years ago, the Xiong family passed away in childbirth, Yan Shifan was sad and wept, and personally returned to his hometown to take care of the aftermath, and it was not until this year that he continued to take the daughter of the Marquis of Anyuan, which is not affectionate.

Speaking of these things, Yan Shifan simply asked his son to come out to see the ceremony.

"Uncle Shi."

Yan Shaoqing, the leader, is twelve years old, Yan Shaoting, Yan Shaokang, and Yan Shaogeng are all seven or eight years old, and there is a rickety little doll Yan Shaoying who is only three years old.

"The house is full of children and grandchildren." Qian Yuan smiled and took out the prepared jade pendants from his arms and handed them over one by one, and touched Yan Shaokang's head, "Good, really good." ”

"Uncle Shi."

Qian Yuan, who was bent over, was stunned for a moment, and the two people at the back were about the same age as him, and their beards were longer than his own, and he blushed and shouted again: "Uncle Shi." ”

Qian Yuan remembered, it seemed to be Yan Shifan's adopted son, he grinned, and took out two more jade pepes and stuffed them, "Good." ”

After the group had withdrawn, Tang Ruji pointed at Qian Yuan and scolded with a smile: "What a narrow ghost!" ”

Yan Shifan also glanced at Qian Yuan, got up and said, "Set up a table." ”

Qian Yuan followed behind Zhao Wenhua with a smile and chatted casually, although he was teased today, Zhao Wenhua had already been obedient to Qian Yuan's cleanup, and he didn't care at all.

Yan Shifan listened carefully, and secretly praised in his heart, not to mention the rest, just this calm power and interest are not comparable to ordinary people.

You must know that it was Yan Fu who handed over the post yesterday, representing Yan Song instead of Yan Shifan, but Qian Yuan didn't ask Yan Song why he didn't show up...... Yan Shifan didn't think that Qian Yuan didn't dare to ask.

Everyone sat down, and after three rounds of drinking, Yan Shifan couldn't help asking: "It's not to taste?" ”

Although Qian Yuan put down chopsticks, there were very few in his mouth...... Well, in the past few years, he has cooked by himself as long as he has the conditions, even if he has no conditions...... I also picked a few from the guards and cultivated them carefully.

"Qian is going to write a book." Qian Yuan put down his chopsticks and said, "Named after Suiyuan." ”

Tang Ruji, who is quite a poet, asked curiously: ""Suiyuan Poetry Collection"? ”

Qian Yuan said seriously: "Suiyuan Cookbook". ”

There was a burst of laughter at the banquet, and the chopsticks in Yan Shifan's trembling hands fell, "It turns out that I dislike this dish......"

"Yuan Zhen said that you won a filial reputation for cooking, but I didn't expect to get into it, and you are ready to write a book to pass on to future generations!"

"No kidding." Qian Yuan said very seriously: "There is no poetic talent, no literary talent, and if you want to leave a name in history, you can only find another way." ”

The corners of Zhao Wenhua's mouth couldn't help twitching, he wouldn't forget the poem in the village at the foot of Linping Mountain, "I advise the Heavenly Father to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern." ”

After the banquet, Yan Shifan led everyone to the side hall very skillfully, and the specially built mahjong table was ready.

"Sir." A servant walked in.

Yan Shifan was ready to take revenge today, and said angrily: "Zhancai, you go in first, and then come out later." ”

Qian Yuan smiled yes, followed behind the servant without slowing down, and entered Yan Song's study all the way.