After admiring, Yun An raised a smiling face, handed a plate of processed watermelons to Mrs. Yun, who was also full of aftertaste, and coaxed Mrs. Yun into her eyebrows and eyes with a smile on her face in a few words.

Yun An's actions relieved Yun Xiang, who was tense in his nerves.

According to Yun Xiang's experience accumulated over the years, no matter how serious and solemn he was, Mrs. Yun couldn't pay attention to the point. What he said was reasonable, but what she heard was the article. Every time she tastes the structure of the wording, she will continue to act in that unreasonable way, and her combat effectiveness will soar.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, he didn't want to quarrel with her today.

They had three sons, the eldest and second sons, both of whom had been released from their foreign posts and could only meet each other when they returned to Beijing to report on their work. In the past many years, only Yun'an, a young son, has been by his side. I don't know if it was because of the festive atmosphere, or because of Yun An's actions, the anger in Yun Xiang's heart suddenly disappeared. Looking at Yun'an again, there is no longer the short-term unpleasantness of Fang Cai.

Yun An coaxed Mrs. Yun to eat a few pieces of cold melon, and cleverly changed the topic to the famous paintings collected a few days ago, and beckoned the girl to open the brocade box she had just taken, and took out the paintings from it and handed them to Yun Xiang.

Yun Xiang and Mrs. Yun are both people who love painting, and when they saw this famous painting, they naturally completely threw away the argument of Fang Cai, ordered someone to set up a clean table, pick a few more lanterns, and unfold the picture scroll to taste together.

The moon is breezy, and the sweet fragrance of fruit is mixed with the fragrance of tea.

Yun Tong and Mrs. Yun stood side by side in front of the desk to taste the painting, Yun An breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on the rocking chair where Yun Xiang was sitting before with a raise of his eyebrows. On the left, a little girl brought pomegranate juice, and on the right, a little girl brought a plate of peeled grapes.

At this moment, Yun'an's comfort is from the inside out. To be exact, his comfort has lasted for more than half a month.

Half a month ago, he was still smiling and lonely in his heart. His loneliness stems from boredom.

He has no talent for governing the world and no ability to make money in business, neither like Daddy nor Auntie, which he is very self-aware. In his opinion, if he doesn't have that kind of talent, he doesn't have to sharpen his head and do it, embarrassing himself and burdening others.

But there must be some purpose in life. Once upon a time, his goal was to defeat Fengqing Castle and become a benchmark for Kyoto's gentlemen. After achieving it, he quickly found a new goal for himself, a goal that is difficult to achieve: from the Gentleman Circle to the Baume & Mercier Circle.

Maybe it's because Yunxiang's genes are too good, maybe it's because he has a good foundation since he was a child, and he thought that the difficult process was easy. Only then did he begin to pursue that goal in earnest, and his poems and essays became highly sought after. With the blessing of this aperture, even his natural temperament has become an assist.

This goal, which was thought to be difficult and unattainable, was so uninteresting to achieve, far less interesting than the original competition with Fengqing City. So Yun An once again fell into the loneliness of the high place and the boredom of losing his life goal.

Until that time, because of a few unintentional jokes, Feng Qingcheng came to the door and beat him up. A small goal ignited in his heart: revenge back, revenge must go back!

The goal is not big, but it is quite difficult. The covenant will not work, for he could not beat him before, and he cannot fight him now; The gambling game is even more unworkable, whether it can be achieved or not is not to mention, he has never won the gambling game with Fengqingcheng, even if he wins on the surface, he must have won it with a big loss behind him.

Feng Qingcheng is not the past, and he Yun'an is not the past. To take revenge, he has an even more brilliant trick - to write a book and a biography for Fengqing City.

It is a set of scripts, and it is a book of internal biography. The highlights are also illustrated. Yun'an's writing is excellent, and his painting skills are also very good, he has devoted himself to writing for more than a month, and he has deliberately promoted it, and now that set of books is selling hot in Bianjing.

Of course, the signature is useless, and the promotion does not reveal his shadow, everything is carried out in secret. The characters and backgrounds in the book don't use their real names, but at a glance, you only know who they are alluding to. The stories in the book are half chasing after the wind and adding oil and vinegar, and half are artistic fabrications...... Well, create.

Because of the fact that half of it catches the wind, the reader feels that what he has read is indeed true, and that the oil and vinegar and artistic creations are also included.

The pomegranate juice is slightly sweet and refreshing, and it slides into the throat and is luscious. Yun An gently shook the rocking chair, and the corners of his upturned lips were full of pride. At a time when the whole world praises Fengqing City's unparalleled strategy, the sense of accomplishment he has gained is unprecedented.

Indescribable pride, indescribable satisfaction.

Yun'an enjoyed the comfort of the moment, a rare quiet. Yun Xiang and Mrs. Yun, who appreciated the ancient paintings, had an environment where they could talk quietly.

Enjoying the moonlight, accompanied by tea fruits, chatting for a while, Mrs. Yun noticed that Yun Xiang's eyebrows contained a lonely and unwilling sorrow.

She sighed lightly and said, "Fame and fortune are easy to throw away, and ambitions are hard to give up."

It took half a lifetime to fight for this position where you can show your ambitions, and I know that you are unwilling to give up in your heart. If it's so hard to give up, why bother? Whether it's wind or rain, I'll accompany you. ”

Yun Xiang looked at Mrs. Yun, patted her hand with a smile, and said, "There are so many things in the world that are difficult to give up, but nothing is more important than the word 'peace'. He was silent for a moment, and then said: "Only the word peace is the most unacceptable." ”

In the end, he is the confidant of the former emperor, and he has guessed a little about the things of the former emperor and the palace change three years ago. Even today's Son of Heaven respects him and respects him, and it is difficult for him to let go of his hands and feet.

His heart was not at ease.

Similar to him, there are a few people in the court, but those who have daughters of appropriate age or close to the right age in their families, and they often take the opportunity of expanding the harem to send them to the palace, and they tacitly tie their interests to the Son of Heaven together.

Looking at himself again, Mo said that he didn't even have a niece or niece for his daughter. There are two granddaughters, both of whom are in the prime of their lives. He is not Bao Shilang, and he can't do such a thing as sending a young girl into the palace.

Now that the Four Orders have been reissued, the agricultural implements mentioned in Cheng's Codex will be gradually manufactured, and the things that have not been completed and implemented during the Mandate of Heaven will also be perfected and implemented one by one.

Prosperity is coming. It's just a pity that he couldn't continue to participate and couldn't lead with his own hands.

The clear light of the moon shines all over the beams, shining on the joys and sorrows of this prosperous world.

A night of autumn wind and white dew.

Early in the morning, the subordinates of the Yunxiang Mansion opened the gate and prepared to clean the stone steps in front of the door. Before the broom touched the ground, a team of centaurs appeared in sight and came straight to the Prime Minister's Mansion.