There was no one in Yang's mansion, plus Fu Bo and a few other old people left, and when they left, they brought Xu Rong's personal maid Hongyu, Yang Fan asked Gambling Jiu to escort him, plus some miscellaneous items in the mansion, two carriages, and went into battle lightly, anyway, Jinling has everything that should be there.

After Yang Fan came out of the palace, he stayed in Shi Zijun and Shen Chong's Mansion for a while. Of course, Yang Fan also understands that this independence is relative, and it is obviously impossible to divide the business and government in the Ming Dynasty. This beating is just to make the two people understand, don't be afraid, this meaning just needs to be transmitted.

The city gate was bustling, and the civilians didn't know that they had just welcomed Yang Fan, who had just returned, was leaving like this. Yang Fan had been low-key, and he didn't mention it to anyone when he left Beijing this time, so even if the carriage and horses drove out of the city, no one knew. A few days ago, he returned to the door, and when Yang Fan retired, he immediately became a crowd. People are warm and cold, and it is good to know yourself.

When the carriage left the Shili Pavilion, Yang Fan sensed the big red robe in the pavilion, teased Dong'er, who was sleeping in the general swaddling clothes, and said to Xu Rong: "Farewell to the old man, I'll go see you." ”

Xu Rong glanced at the big red robe in the snow pavilion, nodded and said, "Put on the cloak." ”

Cao Huachun didn't say anything to Yang Fan in the palace that day, but today, he waited in the snow pavilion early, and when he saw Yang Fan coming, he bowed slightly and said, "I've seen Yang Zhuguo." ”

"Father-in-law Cao is polite. On such a snowy day, the only father-in-law came to see him off, and he should have thanked him in advance. I don't know what my father-in-law has to tell me? Yang Fan shook the snow particles on his cloak. Sit down with Cho Hwa Chun.

"If you shout in the court, it is estimated that the people who send them off can line up from the city gate to the Shili Pavilion. Today. First, the admiration of the battle of Liaodong, Yang Zhuguo had no last resort. The pacification of Liaodong can be regarded as a great merit, so I came here to say a special word. In the second place, Prince Xiao said about the big yellow robe the day before yesterday, and the old slave felt ashamed, so he came to tell Yang Zhuguo that if Yang Zhuguo was embarrassed about this matter, he didn't have to worry about it. Speaking of which, the old slave connived at the Wei thief, and the old slave will give an explanation to the world. ”

The snow blew into the pavilion, but it couldn't stain the big red robe. The wind was quiet, and Yang Fan slowly spoke: "It's okay." He got up and wanted to go into the snow.

Cao Huachun's white eyebrows trembled, and the red robe fell.

With a thud, he fell to his knees.

Yang Fan's footsteps stopped and asked, "Gonggong Cao, what does this mean?" ”

"The old slave knows that his time is short. Although he is not an enemy of business thieves, he is willing to give it a go. It's just a pity that all the masters in Ouchi have fallen because of the original incident, leaving the governor of the five armies alone. The atmosphere is hard to make. Now that the politics are clear and the four seas are stable, the fear of business thieves is unwilling to give up. The mistakes of the previous emperors cannot be repeated by the saints today. So if the old slave is gone, please be able to ...... Lord Zhuguo"

"I'm sorry." Yang Fan fell. Cao Huachun's brows twitched. This is a thing that you and I want. Maybe those who read will be tied to loyalty and morality, unswervingly respect the king, Yang Fan's temperament, Cao Huachun has been taught, he can wave his sleeve robe and go away angrily, or he can retire without the slightest arrogance. If Yang Fan is a saint, it seems too hypocritical.

He served Zhu Youzhen, and the most heard comment on Yang Fan was that the rivers and lakes were more angry than bookish, and they were more redundant officialdom. Such a person, with his go, goes with his heart.

Cao Huachun got up slowly, wanting to speak, but in the wind and snow, a word came.

"I can't afford morality, I can't save the world, but it's still okay to kill someone."

His body threw himself to his knees. A little farther away, the carriage was once again submerged in the wind and snow, and only Cao Huachun could be heard kowtowing and whispering, "The master of ceremonies has the palm seal of Cao Huachun, and I congratulate you on the Zhuguo!" ”

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Wind and snow home.

All the way around, Jinling is coming, each family wafting the fragrance of bacon, this tiger in the dragon plate of the male city, is preparing to celebrate the New Year. For more than a month, Yang Fan handed over Dong'er to Hongyu, wrapped the tiger head hat around the pink baby's face, and rushed out of the carriage by himself, sitting beside Gamble Jiu, looking at the deep winter in the south of the Yangtze River.

On a sunny day, Yang Fan's manor is in the outer city, and many peasant men sit together and bask in the sun after tea and dinner. Yang Fan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Jiu'er, when we leave the house, do you have any gifts?" Go back empty-handed, the dead fat man is easy to say, you have to give my eldest nephew something. ”

After gambling Jiu and Ma Fatzi were at the manor for a while, they smiled and said, "Master, you are going back to your own home, where do you want to bring any gifts." What's more, this fat man is very rich. Don't you know that when you drank the full moon wine, you gave him a golden lock, and almost didn't break the baby's neck. ”

"Haha, anything like that?" Speaking of the golden lock, Yang Fan remembered that he had the box of treasures in Jingshi, so he jumped out of the carriage, went to the car behind, and picked out a few fine pieces.

The current appearance of the manor, except for the courtyard in the middle, the surrounding fields are covered with thick greenhouses. The winter climate in Jiangnan is already high, and the greenhouse is covered, and some fine vegetables can be planted in it. Along the road, you can meet smiling tenants on the ridges of the fields. Yang Fan greeted from time to time.

"Hey, uncle, is this year's harvest good?"

The crops are simple, and the harvest is surprisingly good in time for this year, showing yellow teeth, and laughing, "Good!" Meet a good emperor, a good owner, this year's harvest is at the end of the year, more than in the previous three years, haha. ”

Yang Fan squinted his eyes and saw that the area covered by the manor was in order, so he asked Xu Rong, who had never been out of the capital division, to get out of the car and take a look. Greenhouses, new-style houses, etc., dazzled Xu Rong.

Ma Fatzi was rich, and he rebuilt a manor, which can be regarded as a neighbor with Yang Fan. At the end of the year, he was not idle, and went to Jinling early to collect accounts and dividends. Hu Qianqian heard the sound, so she hugged her baby, and Wang Su'er came out to take a look, and when she saw Yang Fan and Xu Rong coming, she hurriedly greeted her and asked for warmth.

"Panzi, hurry up and call the master to the city, just say that Yang Zhuguo is back, tell him to hurry." Hu Qianqian shouted, less flattering, and more earthly beauty as a woman. Zhang Luo greeted Yang Fan back.

This year, Yang Fan sighed and sighed, finally having some New Year's flavor. watched Xu Rong and Hu Qianqian tease each other with the child in their arms, and watched Wang Su'er smile and laugh with the two sisters-in-law. Yang Fan took a sip of warm wine, looked at the northwest through the window, and muttered to himself, "Wait, wait." (To be continued.) )