At night, Yan Song, who had dealt with a lot of government affairs, rubbed his sore eyes, touched his empty belly, and then got up and went home for dinner, Xia Yan was gone, probably because he moved the emperor to crusade against the Mongols in the Hetao area, and now Xia Yan must be proud of the spring breeze, but Yan Song is not worried, all this is similar to what he expected before, if you want to deal with an opponent of Xia Yan's level, you must shoot when he is not prepared, but if he notices a little, he will not be able to eat and walk around. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Back in the mansion, which was not luxurious, Yan Song entered his room, and saw his wife Mrs. Ouyang sitting at the table with a plate of embroidery embroidery, and a large food box on the table, which was a customary insulation measure, she was waiting for herself to come back to eat, thinking of this, Yan Song couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, this is the location of the last trace of warmth in his heart, and the last bit of gentleness that belonged to the previous Yan Song existed because of the existence of Mrs. Ouyang.

This gentle woman who endured hardships but never gave up when she was most destitute was the last tenderness in Yan Song's heart, Yan Song couldn't think of any way to make up for her guilt, so she could only repay her for her unwavering and lifelong companionship with the qualities that men of this era rarely possessed - Yan Song never favored any woman except Mrs. Ouyang in his life.

Even Qinglou has never been there! In today's equivalent exchange, Yan Song is an abstinent and warm male domineering president, with high status, high talent, and a lot of money, he can charm a large number of girls on the street, but he just loves one person, and those Qingliu who are lying on the belly of the woman in the Qinglou and cursing Yan Song don't know what they think.

"Madam, it's late at night, why don't you sleep?" Yan Song slowly walked towards Mrs. Ouyang, and said warmly, as soon as Mrs. Ouyang looked up and saw that Yan Song was back, she smiled, put down the embroidery, stood up and took out a bowl of rice from the insulated food box, a few simple side dishes, all of which were made by Mrs. Ouyang herself, and she had eaten them for decades, but Yan Song couldn't get tired of eating them.

"The master hasn't come back yet, and he hasn't eaten dinner, how can the concubine sleep first?" Mrs. Ouyang handed the chopsticks to Yan Song's hand, helped Yan Song to sit down, Yan Song took the chopsticks, sighed slightly, and said: "You are not in good health, you should rest more, your husband is busy with official business, I can't take care of you often, you have to take care of yourself, you can't be tired of your body, if your husband comes back late at night, you will eat first, don't wait for your husband." ”

Mrs. Ouyang took her chopsticks and gave Yan Song the dishes he liked to eat, and said softly: "I've been used to it for decades, and without the master sitting by my side, I just can't eat this meal." ”

Yan Song looked at Mrs. Ouyang gently, didn't say anything, picked up the rice bowl and began to eat, the taste of eating for decades, never changed, but did not feel tired at all, when eating the food given by the emperor in the palace during the New Year's holidays, but I felt that it was not as delicious as Mrs. made, not made by Mrs. herself, dragon liver and phoenix marrow did not have any taste, as long as it was made by Mrs., even if it was porridge and side dishes, it was delicious.

"Where's Qing'er? Because your husband is not there, he will not eat with you? Yan Song asked casually, and seeing that Mrs. Ouyang didn't reply, he looked up, and saw that Mrs. Ouyang's face was not very good, so he frowned and asked, "What's wrong?" What did that little beast do? ”

Mrs. Ouyang shook her head and sighed: "Qing'er didn't do anything out of the ordinary, she just brought a woman to the house for three days, and she didn't know what kind of woman she came from. ”

Yan Song frowned tightly, patiently finished the bowl of rice, finished the dishes prepared by Mrs. Ouyang, wiped his mouth, then stood up and said, "You rest first, and go to see the little beast for your husband." ”

Mrs. Ouyang hurriedly took Yan Song's hand: "Master, don't really fight, Qing'er is not small, she also has a family, and she wants the face of a man's family." ”

Yan Song looked at Mrs. Ouyang helplessly, she didn't have any dissatisfaction with Mrs., the only thing she cared about a little was that Mrs. was too good to her son Yan Shifan, the so-called loving mother was too defeated, she was busy with official business, she had a lot of entertainment, and she didn't have much time to educate her son's character, this kid has been extremely smart since he was a child, and he often sees things more thoroughly than himself, but he is probably affected by the environment, and he has shown an evil spirit since he was seven or eight years old, and he does not follow the right path, Yan Song at that time was still more concerned.

But later, Yan Song had to embark on the road of going against his heart and sacrificing himself to become a demon, and he was no longer qualified to educate his son on the issue of character, whenever he educated Yan Shifan, he saw Yan Shifan's disdainful eyes, he himself felt empty, and many things he did, Yan Shifan knew it, he saw it in his eyes, he didn't go out, he had no status, but Yan Shifan had a perfect grasp of people's hearts and struggles, and faintly exceeded his own level.

This kid is very terrible, but at present, in order to defeat Xia Yan, Yan Song has to rely on his son's wisdom, the time when he almost lost his life before, it was Yan Shifan's design, and they went to Xia Yan to cry and beg for mercy together, so they escaped with their lives, but it is also like this, Yan Shifan also hated Xia Yan, and tried every means to kill Xia Yan.

But what is the solution, Yan Shifan didn't say, he only said that now is not the time, and after the emperor is also moved by Xia Yan, it is a good time for us to make a move, and now that the time has come, Yan Song plans to ask this demonic son, in the end, what should we do.

Yan's Mansion is still quite large, but it is obviously divided into two parts, the part belonging to Yan Song and Mrs. Ouyang occupies a small area, and it is relatively simple, not luxurious, and there is no extravagance, because Mrs. Ouyang doesn't like it, Yan Song doesn't want it, but Yan Shifan doesn't have Mrs. Ouyang's temperament, and he has developed a problem of poverty and luxury since he was a child, and most of Yan's mansion is his, his residence is extremely luxurious, and Yan Song's income from being an official for many years is basically invested in it.

Yan Shifan also has the ability to make money, relying on Yan Song's power, he has done a lot of business outside and made a lot of money, and some of this money has been given to Yan Song to fix the upper and lower joints, for these, Yan Song himself has no position to reprimand Yan Shifan, because without this money, he will have no money to take care of the inner palace, so that he can know the emperor's movements earlier than Xia Yan.

The more he walked into Yan Shifan's residence, the tighter Yan Song's brows were locked, the men's shouts and the women's laughter made Yan Song extremely unhappy, and he held back his anger all the way to the outside of the house where Yan Shifan was, and heard the sound of lewdness coming from inside, Yan Song was even more angry, and under the extremely embarrassed faces of the people around him, he kicked open the door, causing a burst of women's exclamations and men's angry reprimands.

"Which one doesn't have long eyes! I want to die! Yan Shifan's roar came from inside, and he bumped into Yan Song who was covered with frost, and saw Yan Shifan's naked scene rolling in the women's pile, Yan Song roared angrily: "Bastard thing! Come! Drive away all these indiscriminate women to the old man! Drive away! ”

Yan Mansion is still Yan Song's mansion, Yan Shifan is son, stunned, looking at his father's very bad look, sighed unhappily, waved his hand, and let those disheveled women leave the house, while dressing slowly, he said unhappily: "Dad, I'm not happy enough, what are you doing at this time!?" ”

Yan Song was even more angry: "What are you doing, what are you doing?" Recruit these indiscriminate women to the mansion all day long, do this kind of thing, what do you let others think of our Yan Mansion, how do you think of me Yan someone!? I've lost all my face to you, a rebel! ”

Yan Shifan's face was full of indifference, he put on his clothes and pants casually, raised a wine jug to drink the wine inside, and half lay on the sleeper like that, squinting at his angry father, and said with a smile: "Dad, what are you angry about, how others like to look at it, we don't want that face, what we want is real benefits, and real enjoyment, besides, Dad, your reputation outside, hehehe...... What do you care? Yan Shifan laughed a few times, with a hint of mockery, and continued to drink, seemingly without the idea of standing up.

Yan Song's face turned red, and he almost couldn't help but want to ask the monk to beat this rebel son fiercely, but all kinds of anger finally turned into a sigh helplessly - he didn't teach, his father's fault, the upper beam was not right and the lower beam was crooked, and his father, who had lost the foundation of his life, had no position to educate his son to learn well, so whenever Yan Shifan sarcastically mocked himself intentionally or unintentionally, although Yan Song was angry, he couldn't do anything he originally wanted to do......

"Xia Yan has already written to Your Majesty, asking Your Majesty to agree to their move to recapture the Hetao, it seems that Your Majesty has been moved, what did you say last time, what should I do now?" Yan Song's face darkened, and his tone returned to calm.

Yan Shifan licked his lips and said with a smile: "So fast, I thought that Old Man Xia could endure it for a little longer, he couldn't help it, and the emperor couldn't help it, Dad, don't worry, I was ready for a long time, but we have to wait a little longer, wait, the emperor's heat hasn't passed yet, and when his heat has almost passed, it's not too late for us to make another move." ”

Yan Song said coldly: "What are you thinking? ”

Yan Shifan grinned: "Thinking about how to push you to the throne of Shousuke, Daddy!" ”