At this time, Yan Song's father and son are still in Xiyuan and have not returned. The impact of the Yan family's incident yesterday was extraordinary, when someone in the imperial court's home was assassinated, and it was actually implicated in a hereditary brocade household. In the nearly 200 years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, this kind of thing is also an extreme case.

Even the Jiajing Heavenly Prince, who has never been in court, came to ask with great interest, and the ministers were naturally in full swing. Lu Bing can rely on the Holy Dependents Youlong, saying that he is sick and retires early, and others can't do it, and they have to continue to discuss this matter in the court.

Although the punishment for the Assassins was severe, everyone could quickly agree on it. But what is more important is the investigation of those responsible.

From the perspective of subordination, the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division is subordinate to the Ministry of War, but in fact, in their daily work, they obey the orders of the Imperial History of the Patrol City. So this incident is out, is the black pot carried by the military department, or by the metropolitan procuratorate, or by everyone together? Does the arrest of the Criminal Department need to be pursued in this incident? Is the Criminal Department Headquarters Responsible? How much is negative? The Ming Dynasty road guidance system has been abolished for a long time, is it necessary to take road guidance seriously?

In short, it was much more troublesome and complicated than punishing the Assassins. The court and the court all blamed each other, and the credit was pushed, and it became a pot of porridge. Although the elder of the Yan family is justified as a victim, there are not only their minions, allies, but also their opponents in the various departments that fight each other, and often the superiors and subordinates within a department are also divided into factions and involve each other. Even the enemy of the enemy did not become a friend, but the friend of a friend became an enemy.

Although Lao Xiaoge was resourceful and was caught in the middle of this whirlpool, he also had to rack his brains and try his best to deal with coordination. The two of them won't be able to come back for a while. On the other hand, due to the efficiency of punishing the Assassins, the Emperor's decree had already been issued. Thinking about Mo Xingzu, the son of the criminal official, I'm afraid it won't be long before it should be sent to the Yan family. happened to be "intercepted" by Yan Hong.

Sure enough, not long after lunch, Yan Er smiled with a smile on his face, and took a boy about seven or eight years old to the study to see Yan Hong: "Young Master, Mo Xingzu, this kid, I brought it to you." ”

Yan Hong fixed his eyes on this enemy's son. But seeing that Mo Xingzu looks quite smart and cute. Although the dress is luxurious, it is also decent and exquisite. It's just that there is already a lot of dirt on this dress now, and there are still a few tears.

There is also a red five-finger print on the little face. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, and there were black flowers at the corners of his eyes. was dragged by Yan Er, sobbing as he walked. It seems that he has been beaten. From time to time, I struggled weakly twice. Of course, although Yan Xia is an old man in his early fifties, his strength is still much greater than that of a pampered child, and it is completely useless to earn two strokes, and the most tired Yan Xia constantly turns his head to intimidate him.

Yan Hong's eyebrows furrowed, "Yan Er, this kid, did you beat him?" ”

Where did Yan Xia think of Yan Hong's thoughts? He grabbed Mo Xingzu in his hand, and it was not easy to give a gift, so he opened a mouthful of yellow teeth, nodded his head, and said with a sneer: "Exactly." This little rabbit cub still thinks he is a young master. When I came into the house just now, I cried and scolded for a while. Damn, I don't want to think about it, my father killed his head, and the whole house was raided, and his mother and sister all went to be bitches, and they were still ...... themselves"

Before Yan Xia's words fell, Mo Xingzu suddenly bumped into him, right on Yan Xia's waist. Although Yan Xia grabbed Mo Xingzu in his hand, he only cared about talking to Yan Hong, and was not on guard, and was suddenly knocked into a stumbling one. He was furious, and he slapped him again, knocking Mo Xingzu to the ground.

"Stop." Yan Hong scolded. Lu Bing let himself protect this child, he was really broken, what to explain to Governor Lu Dadu?

Yan Xia was waiting to fight again, so he quickly stopped. Yan Hong glanced at him: "Yan Er, your brother has helped me a lot, why is it a fart when I am a young master?" What did I just say? ”

Yan Xia was stunned for a moment, and quickly nodded again and said, "Yes, yes, the eldest young master, you command, no one is allowed to touch a finger of this doll." I also saw that he didn't understand the rules too much, and I was afraid that I would be rude in front of the eldest young master, so I taught him a lesson. Master Da You, you have a lot, please Haihan. ”

Yan Hong's brows furrowed again. I really didn't say anything to this uneducated dog minion. He said "That's it", walked over quickly, bent down and stretched out his hand, helped Mo Xingzu up, dusted off his clothes for him, made a tone of concern for his little brother, and asked hypocritically:

"How? Yan Er didn't hurt you, did he? You tell your brother, does it hurt? Are you hungry or not? If you're hungry, my brother still has some snacks. As he spoke, he pointed to the plates of pastries on the table that had been specially ordered to be prepared.

The boy desperately broke away from Yan Hong's hand, staring at Yan Hong hatefully, his mouth snorting and panting. Despite this, seeing Yan Hong, who was much taller than himself, he was not so bold and did not dare to pounce recklessly.

The two confronted each other like this, and Yan Hong was a little embarrassed. At this time, the loyal Yan Er felt that he had found an opportunity, and hurriedly interjected and said, "Young master, look, this unlucky child is a wolf who can't be fed. I have the best way to deal with this kind of goods. A whip, first beat him half to death, and then hang him in the stable for a few days without food, to see if he is honest or not. ”

Yan Xia was still chattering in his own way, but Yan Hong had already interrupted him first: "Don't say it, you don't know what is going on here." What about this child's deeds? ”

"Nunono, what about this, young master, look." Yan Xia is also accustomed to being a dog, and he still has the ability to steer the rudder when he sees the wind. Seeing that the wind was not in the right direction, Yan Hong seemed to be uncommon to this child. He didn't dare to say anything, so he hurriedly took out this Mo Xingzu's identity deed from his arms, and handed it over to Yan Hong with both hands.

"Well, you go down first." Yan Hong took the deed and put it in his sleeve. But seeing that Yan Xia still refused to go down, and there was a look of concern in his eyes, he couldn't help but smile and scolded: "You old man, you also have a lot of troubles." How old is he, what else can he do with me? ”

When Yan Xia heard this, he also felt that this was the reason, his young master had just fought with the assassin in the courtyard for three hundred rounds, even if he wasted firewood, he would not be afraid of a child. He hurriedly saluted and exited the door.

After waiting for only two people to be left in the room, Yan Hong closed the door and took a closer look. This Mo Xing's ancestors have positive eyebrows and eyes, and his appearance is quite good. Only now he stared at a pair of big black eyes, two tiger teeth biting his little lips white, two small fists clenched tightly, his chest rising and falling violently, and he looked at himself in the corner. In his eyes, there was anger, fear, despair and helplessness. It's like a lost beast that has been cornered and is about to be slaughtered.

Seeing that this kid was so resistant, Yan Hong snorted softly. This kid is too ignorant, your father almost took my grandfather's life, if it weren't for Lu Bing's words, I wouldn't have bothered to care about your life or death.

However, the dignified young master of the Yan Mansion, as well as the crossing bonus, it is too boring to meet a seven or eight-year-old child. Yan Hong decided to treat you coldly first. The more you pay attention to you, the more proud you become, so let yourself stare and play.

So Yan Hong returned to his chair, sat down upright, and crossed Erlang's legs. His eyes didn't look at Mo Xingzu, he just swirled around the room leisurely. He picked up the tea bowl as if he had nothing to do, drank a sip of water, sighed in admiration, put down the bowl, picked up a piece of jujube mud cake, opened his mouth and took a bite, chewed it slowly, and ate it to his stomach. While eating, he shook his head and smacked his lips gently.

That Mo Xingzu was just a seven or eight-year-old doll, he hadn't eaten anything at noon, and he was already so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. Especially as the son of a hundred households in Jinyiwei, his family background is middle-class, and he is also pampered at home on weekdays, but where has he suffered from hunger and cold? He has never been hungry.

Seeing Yan Hong eating and drinking, the child's eyes were already shining, and he was swallowing his saliva desperately. Even Fang Cai's hostile gaze was diluted a lot.

Yan Hong still ignored him. If you want to be stubborn, just be stubborn. He continued to bite the jujube cake in his hand unhurriedly, before each bite, he had to lift it up, look left and right in front of his eyes, as if studying the gap he had just bitten off, looking at the thickness of the skin, the grain color of the exposed filling, and choosing where to bite the next bite.

Yan Fu is the first powerful person in the dynasty, and the dim sum on Young Master Sun's table is naturally the best product. At the beginning, Yan Hong took it to Sun Yuerong, but Sun Yuerong and Liu Ye ate it and wanted to bite off their fingers. Now Mo Xingzu, a seven or eight-year-old boy, where can he resist this temptation?

After eating a piece of jujube cake, Yan Hong looked at Mo Xingzu again, and sat down weakly against the wall, and the fists in his hands were also released. Although there is still anger and panic in the eyes, it is more of hunger and appetite. The mouth chirped from time to time, and the little throat twitched slightly.

"Hungry? Want to eat? This snack tastes good. Yan Hong picked up another piece of rose cake and gestured at Mo Xingzu: "Child, do you want to eat it?" If you want to eat, you have to say it. If you don't say it, how do I know that you want to eat? Although you look at me so sincerely, if you don't say it, I won't know the truth. Do you want to eat it, or do you want to eat it? ”

Speaking of this article by the way, Yan Hong suddenly found that he was bullying children's bad taste, which was really a bit underdrawn.

"Bad...... Villain! You're a bad person, I don't want to eat your stuff. ”

Mo Xingzu is a child in the end, and he can't hold back his words after all. I just opened my mouth to eat, but I couldn't pull my face, so I had to scold. Even the two words that came out of the scolding were so childish. A pair of small fists clenched again.

At this moment, Yan Hong remembered that in a certain version of "A Certain Eagle Heroes" that he watched before crossing over, for some reason, he changed "Tartar" to "them" and "traitor" to "bad guy". So a certain hero led a group of righteous soldiers and soldiers and civilians to shout "expel them" at the head of the city, and when a certain Taoist priest organized infighting, he scolded each other, "You are a bad person!" "You dare to call me a bad person?" "If you bring them down, you're a bad person!" Unexpectedly, I got this title today.