Yan Mansion, which is also on Qianmen East Street, an urgent letter of 800 miles came from Datong Mansion.

The sixty-one-year-old Yan Song sat under the eaves drinking tea and reading a book, wanting to present a beautiful poem to Sejong at the spring festival in the near future.

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded in his ears again, and the servant knelt three feet away and said softly: "Master, there is an urgent message from Datong." ”

Yan Song snorted impatiently and said, "Put it down." ”

"Yes." The servant hung his head, put the letter in a pile of letters, and turned to leave.

Yan Shifan came step by step, not like the Ming Dynasty history, short fat body, squinting... At this time, he was in the prime of life, and he was born with a pair of long eyes and a thick beard, which is the most sought-after clear and upright appearance nowadays.

Years of pampering and poetry and books have given birth to a strong book aroma. He was dressed in a crow-blue round-necked regular suit, and before he saw anyone, he smiled first.

"Father." He bowed.

Yan Song didn't raise his eyes, waved his hand and said, "My son in the East Building, let's take a look at this green word." ”

"Yes." He arched his hand again, sat down in front of Yan Song, raised his hand to take the green rattan paper, and what caught his eye was a small stroke written by red paint.

The Holy Son of Heaven has been on the throne for 20 years, Ming Yu Shu Zhi Xiehe Zhaomin is both the suburbs of the suburbs, the temple worship is the ancient rite Fa Lun Yin Zun, the emperor Kaiming Hall and the great enjoyment of the year in the year of Ding You, the noon of the tenth day of the first month, the sky is clear, there are five-colored clouds hugging the sun, the light is gorgeous, shining like Qi...

Yan Shifan raised his eyes and smiled, returned the green rattan paper to Yan Song, and said: "My father wrote this pun, as if it was like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind. It's just..."

"Say." Yan Song took a sip of tea and said indifferently.

Yan Shifan said with a smile: "You can allow your son to transcribe it, and then send it to Your Majesty." ”

Yan Song chuckled lightly and said, "My articles always owe some agility, so it's up to you to change them." ”

"Yes." Yan Shifan smiled at the corner of his mouth and lowered his eyebrows.

Yan Song raised his hand to pour tea, lowered his eyebrows, and said slowly: "What do you think about Qiu Boxiang's matter?" ”

Qiu Luan, whose name is Boxiang, is the chief soldier, guarding Datong, and is the righteous son recognized by Yan Song.

Yan Shifan said unhurriedly: "Your Majesty doesn't know that the matter of Nanyang Jade is controlled by Bo Xiang in the dark, and his courage is too great. Without his father, he stretched out his hand to the Ministry of Punishment, no wonder His Majesty was furious. This man's mind is too wild. ”

made a comment of "too wild in his mind", he closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Yan Song snorted and said, "Donglou, he can't be fine." ”

Yes, Qiu Luan can't be fine. Everyone in the government and the opposition knows that he is Yan Song's righteous son, if he has the slightest involvement with the Nanyang Jade case, how can Xia Yan let go of the opportunity to jokingly suppress him?

At that time, it will be him who will cry and beg Xia Yan again, and it will be difficult to get rid of the connection, and he will be controlled by others, and it will be difficult to turn over.

Yan Shifan sighed lightly, secretly scolded Qiu Luan for causing many incidents, and said in Fujin: "In the first month, the Mongolian tribes attacked Datong, and Qiu Luan was the first to derelict his duties. Jinyiwei found Nanyang Yu, and he was good at advocating killing people and destroying mouths, this person... It's too hateful. ”

Yan Song didn't know that his godsons were unconscious, but no matter how corrupt they were and how they wielded power, they were all born under their own shadow and were a force he really controlled.

Yan Song chuckled lightly and said, "Take a look at his letter." ”

Yan Shifan pursed his lips and said: "Where is the use, he must be saying that he used his father's voice to accumulate wealth, all for the sake of you, for the sake of his filial piety, I implore my father to save him and save Yunyun." But he didn't think that if he was investigated by the Jinyi Guard, Xia Ge Lao would definitely contact his wings to make a big fuss, where would he put his father! ”

Yan Song said: "You can see it thoroughly, then let Xia Yan know." He smiled slightly, took another sip of tea, and continued: "If you frame and suppress me, he will not show mercy." ”

Yan Shifan pondered for a moment, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is self-confident, and he is quite protective of himself. Or the father understands His Majesty. ”

Yan Song exhaled deeply, feeling a slight headache.

Back then, he also studied hard to gain fame, but he ended up as an idle official, and he couldn't even support his wife and children. He cried and begged his fellow villager Xia Yan for recommendation, and he was cautious all the way to today, which is not easy.

He always remembered that at the beginning of that year, when he came to Shuntian to resume his official duties, he set up a banquet at home to invite Xia Yan to the banquet, but Xia Yan refused despite the feelings of his fellow villagers. He knew that if he wanted to cling, there was only one way for Xia Yan, so he went to the gate of Xia Mansion in person, ignoring the eyes of the dignitaries who came and went, and knelt on the ground. With such repeated respectful invitations, Xia Yan could be regarded as going to Yan's Mansion.

He remembered Xia Yan's arrogance and his humility that day. was an official in the same dynasty, but he wanted to pour wine and cloth dishes, flattering every word, that is, from that day on, Xia Yan finally began to recommend himself in many ways.

No one knew that that meal was the most difficult to swallow in his life, and it was like this feeling on his back.

He never wanted to experience that embarrassment again.

Over the years, they are no longer young, but he has a growing thirst for power. Sometimes he really wants to give up everything and return to his hometown with his wife.

But he didn't feel at ease, he didn't know how strongly the family would have to endure the attacks of those so-called Qingliu when he let go of all this.

He is even more unwilling, unwilling to be controlled by others all his life!

If he is in a high position, he has to bear the weight of it, and he will enter without entering others.

He wanted Xia Yan to know about Qiu Luan, but he couldn't catch the handle and let him impeach himself above the court.

His Majesty was already jealous and tired of Xia Yan, thinking about it, not only would His Majesty not punish him, but would think that Xia Yan intended to gather his henchmen to frame loyal ministers and suppress the ministers, with bad intentions.

This was his plan, and it was the only way to stop the Nanyang Yu case from going any further.

Yan Shifan knew that Yan Song's intention was to solve the difficulty, so he simply stopped stumbling on who was right and who was wrong, and instead said: "Father, don't worry, the East Building will go to Tao Wenzhong's mansion to visit and arrange." ”

Yan Song replied slowly: "I'll go in person." ”

Yan Shifan got up and arched his hand: "Yes, I will retreat there." He raised his hand and put the half of the green words in his sleeve and turned to leave.

Yan Song looked at the wide sky in all directions, took a long breath, and then breathed a sigh of relief, tomorrow's court will be another tough battle.

The cold wind of early spring blew on his face, and a few strands of gray hair trembled slightly, making him refreshed. He straightened up and took up his pen again.

Let's say that Gao Nu handed over Lu Yuan and Cao Zongming to the Yamen of the Fusi in Beizhen, and waited quietly for the Criminal Department, Dali Temple, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate to be interrogated by the Jinyi Weiyuan Division.

Gao angrily walked out of the yamen, thinking about what had happened in the past few days. Thinking of the night conversation with Shen Kang in Xiping County that day, the little second had warned him to beware of someone killing people and killing him, and he didn't think about it. Now it seems that he was too careless.

Now that Wang Qiu and Hong Quan are dead, it is a hundred, but if this case continues to be ripped off, I don't know how many people will be involved.

Not to mention far away, the prefect of Runing Mansion has to punish a crime of ignorance. I think that in the near future, His Majesty will send a patrol to picket the local officials.

Lu Yuan and the others are just puppets of those Shangguan, and they probably won't live long. Thinking of this, he was curious, who could be the person behind this scene?