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On the street of West Chang'an, from the direction of Xiyuan, a large sedan chair carried by eight people is slowly coming.

The palanquin covered by the curtain is simple and heavy, atmospheric and restrained, and there are attendants on both sides of the palanquin, as well as guards accompanying the sword.

In the entire capital, there are only a handful of people who are qualified to use eight sedan chairs, and the scope is narrowed down to this West Chang'an Avenue, and the answer is about to come out.

"Xiangye is back."

"It's Lord Yan who is back."

"Yan Ge Lao, it's really Yan Ge Lao's sedan chair."

The people queuing up in front of the Yan Mansion to deliver the prayer post suddenly shifted their attention to the sedan chair that came slowly on the opposite side, and shouted excitedly.

On the one hand, Yan Nian, a big official, commanded his subordinates to maintain the order of the queue, and lined up the line against the corner of the wall, vacating the space at the door, so that Yan Song's sedan chair could enter the house; On the other hand, he asked the porter to spread the news of the return of the lord in the house, and Yan Nian trotted to the front to greet Yan Song.

"Master, you're back......"

Yan Nian trotted all the way to the sedan chair with a swing forward, stood still and bent over, welcoming Yan Song back to his home.

"Hmm." Yan Song in the sedan chair hummed softly, his spirit was not very good, he was a little sleepy, he was old, and he stayed in Xiyuan to wait for the decree after yesterday afternoon, and he didn't wait for the note uploaded by the saint until after the early morning. At this time, it was after the early hours of the morning, the Xiyuan lock key, and the night was forbidden outside, and everyone could not go back to the house, so they could only rest in the duty house. The value of the house is relatively simple, compared with the Yan Mansion, Yan Song almost didn't fall asleep, for his age, it was really enough, so his spirit was not very good.

In addition, I didn't expect to wait until the end, but it was Xu Jie's green words that won the jackpot. Although Xu Jie is very docile these days and is close to himself, he is still a little lost.

The green words in the East Building, I am very optimistic, much better than Yuan Wei's, I thought it would be favored by the saints. It's a pity, Xu Jie's sentence "Turn a tiger into a dragon and return to heaven" is too spiritual.

Xu Jie, this old boy, is lucky, the main examination will try to meet a good seedling, the spirituality of Qingzi, not weaker than Yuan Wei, is a material that can be made.

Of course, young people, with some edges and corners, the newborn calf does not know the height of the sky, knock and knock, give him a few hardships, and he will be able to distinguish the situation...... Young people, not afraid of edges and corners, afraid of not being talented.

Xu Jie is a good example, wasn't it also angular at the beginning, after polishing it a few times, now it is held in the hand, isn't it not a hand.

Yan Song sat in the sedan chair, thinking of Xu Jie's performance over the years, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Quick, open the door and let the master go home. Tell the back kitchen to prepare ginseng soup......" Hearing the tiredness in Yan Song's tone, Yan Nian hurriedly trotted out of the way, instructed the guards on duty to open the door quickly, and then instructed the porter to let the back kitchen prepare ginseng soup.

Soon, Yan Song's sedan chair arrived in front of the gate.

"Xia Guan has seen Lord Yan."

"Subordinates meet Yan Ge ......"

The people who lined up at the door to pay their respects to Yan Song's sedan chair at this time paid homage to them.

"The master is tired for a night, let the master go home first." Yan Nian stopped the saluting crowd and reprimanded the guards on duty to maintain order.

"Stop."

Yan Song's voice came from the sedan chair.

Then the sedan chair stopped in front of everyone, and the maid waiting outside the sedan chair opened the curtain of the sedan chair, revealing Yan Song's figure.

"Yan Nian!"

Yan Song called Yan Nian to the front of the sedan chair and said unhappily, "There are guests from afar, these are the guests of our Yan Mansion." Is this how you treat our guests from the Yan Mansion? ”

"Master, you've been busy all night...... Yan Nian explained.

"Okay, go and let the kitchen prepare more tea soup to relieve the heat, bring it out, and moisten the throats of the guests." Yan Song waved his hand, stopped Yan Nian, and ordered the house to bring tea soup to everyone in line to relieve the heat.

"I'm so moved, Lord Yan is in a high position, but he is still so approachable and considers us everywhere......"

"I'm willing to die for my lords."

"Corporal Lixian, approachable, Lord Yan really loves the people like a son......"

Everyone in line rushed to express their feelings and gratitude to Yan Song, and their feelings were very rich.

"The old man is very happy to have all of you. Compared with you, the old man is not as good as him, but his teeth are getting older. Now I have a British lord in the Ming Dynasty, a monarch under me, a song and a swallow dance, and a peaceful country, which is a rare good and prosperous era in a hundred years. You must not miss the opportunity, you need to work hard, I believe that you will have a bright future. Old man, I will have to look at you young people in the future. ”

After the order, Yan Song nodded to everyone in line and exhorted, like a kind and responsible elder in the family.

"Thank you, Lord Yan."

"Thank you, Lord Yan, for your words......"

"Lord Yan has good intentions, it's really heartbreaking for me."

"Lord Yan should be old and strong, sleep at night, deal with government affairs day and night, I admire him, Lord Yan should go back to the house and rest."

Under the excitement of everyone below, there was a burst of emotion.

Looking at everyone's reactions, Yan Song nodded with satisfaction, and after a few words of exhortation, he sat back in the sedan chair and nodded to the attendants outside the sedan chair.

"Go home." Followers comprehend the mind.

The sedan chair was lifted again and walked towards the gate of the Yan Mansion.

Yan Song sat in the sedan chair and opened the curtains of the sedan chair, nodded to the people in line, and said goodbye to everyone.

Just as Yan Song lowered the curtains, he was suddenly attracted by a piece of hard paper outside the sedan car, to be precise, attracted by the words on the paper.

The backbone is outstanding, hearty; Haoran is upright, vigorous and powerful.

Looking at it, the word is like a cloud sail riding the wind and waves, as if it wants to break free from the back of the paper and roar out.

What attracted Yan Song's attention the most was that there seemed to be a shadow of his own calligraphy in this font.......

"Yan Nian, bring that piece of paper."

Yan Song opened the curtain, pointed to the piece of paper on the ground, and gave an order to Yan Nian outside the sedan chair.

Paper?

What paper?

Yan Nian was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Yan Song's gaze, and then his eyes burst out, his brain buzzed for a moment, as if he had been pricked by a needle, he was completely stunned, and the whole person was stupid, his mouth was open, and he said in a trembling voice, "No...... Isn't it......"

A breeze blows

The piece of paper on the ground swayed slightly

It's like laughing at yourself.

Yan Nian was stupid, he couldn't believe his eyes, and there was an inexplicable layer of fear in his heart. (To be continued.) )