Chapter 2577 Crying, Laughing

The guardian of the house has been replaced by an old man. Because An Lun doesn't come back often, he didn't prepare anything good to eat, and he was a little panicked for a while.

"No need, bring out the wine."

An Lun was sitting outside the main room with a pot of wine and nine pot stickers. This was his dinner.

The pot stickers are fragrant, and the outer layer is almost completely hard, just like the pot stickers, but not burnt.

An Lun had good teeth. He bit off a piece of skin hard and chewed it slowly.

The old man was waiting on the side, and when he saw this, he said: "Father, why don't you go to the restaurant and order some food and drinks."

An Lun shook his head. The old man almost wanted to cry. An extravagant father-in-law actually used pot stickers to drink wine. It really made people feel like he was dreaming.

"Father, why don't you make some egg drop soup? Add some salt and chopped green onions to the soup. It tastes great."

An Lun nodded, and the old man went to the kitchen happily.

A mouthful of pot stickers and a mouthful of wine. When the egg soup came, An Lun looked at the color of the soup and said, "Don't stir too fast when adding the eggs."

The old man said with admiration: "Father, you can still do this!"

An Lun looked at the setting sun in the distance and said with a smile: "I liked egg soup the most back then, the egg soup made by my mother, and...my sister..."

His expression became a little desolate, and the old man did not dare to say any more.

"Go ahead."

An Lun waved his hand, and the old man hurried back to his room as if he was being pardoned.

An Lun ate the pot stickers and drank a bottle of wine.

He stood up slowly and entered the room when the old man came out to clean up.

An Lun came out later. He gave an envelope to the old man and said, "There are some money here. You are old, go home."

The old man was a little panicked, but An Lun said without doubt: "Go back, don't mention that you have seen a house here in the future, otherwise someone will cause trouble for you."

The old man was frightened, so he quickly packed up his things, and then went out and rushed to his home while it was still early.

When An Lun arrived at the horse pen, the horse snorted a few times when he saw him coming, and shook its head, looking very happy.

An Lun brushed it with a brush and said, "Remember not to make trouble later! Live your life well."

The war horse, which had a broken leg, rubbed its head against An Lun's face and neighed in a low voice.

An Lun patted its big head and said with a smile: "Chen Shi is pretty good. I'll send you there later."

"Father-in-law!"

I don't know when there were two more men behind me.

"How about it?"

An Lun was still brushing the body of the war horse.

"Yingmei's fiancé is a simple and honest man, in excellent health, and can be a master at home."

"Where is his family? Is there anyone unruly?"

"No, the whole family is honest."

An Lun nodded and said happily: "Okay."

"You guys... go and keep an eye on Yan Dajian. He has been acting strangely recently, and I'm afraid he might cause trouble. We, Dongchang, are His Majesty's domestic slaves. If someone wants to cause trouble, we won't say anything about it. Whether it's the Minister or the Auxiliary Political Bachelor, we'll deal with it later."

"yes."

An Lun turned around, took out a large envelope from his arms, and said, "This is for Yingmei. Give it to me alone. Just say it was given by our family and tell her not to tell anyone. If she is short of money, she will spend it."

The two ghostly men left, and An Lun was talking to himself in the horse pen with his horse until dark.

"You are also poor, but compared to our family, you are lucky."

"Our younger sister and mother... Back then, my father was a beast. He lost all the family property in gambling and owed a huge debt. My mother knelt down and begged him to no avail. In the end, she had no choice but to take her sister into Yan Dajian's house. …”

"The Yan family is known as a philanthropic family. I thought that my mother and sister would find a good home, so I asked someone to castrate myself. Fortunately, I survived. At that time, I just wanted to be able to stand up one day and redeem my mother and sister. "

The war horse's head shook and he stretched out his tongue to lick An Lun, as if he knew his pain.

An Lun touched its head, sniffed and said, "Later, our family was able to leave the palace.

If you are going to Jinling, please invite someone to go...my mother and sister..."

His body was trembling, and then he hugged the horse's neck and burst into tears.

The cry dispersed in the dark night, as if the nine ghosts were howling.

…

There is still no candidate for the position of Minister of Rites, which is still bad news for Yan Dajian.

He knew that he couldn't exert force, and the best way was to take it easy and take it easy.

But what he was most worried about was what Fang Xing said that day.

If Fang Xing sent people to Fujian, would they find out what happened to him back then?

After dinner, Yan Dajian went to the study as usual.

"Master, there is a letter from the eldest young master."

An old servant for many years handed over a letter. Yan Dajian took it and read it carefully.

The letter was written by Yan Chunhui. In the letter, he complained that the officials in Fujian were just dawdling, so he wanted to be transferred to the capital.

Yan Dajian burned the letter with an expressionless expression. When the old servant saw it, he was a little worried and said, "Master, is there anything wrong with the young master?"

Yan Dajian shook his head and said: "From today on, Chunhui will stop giving gifts to anyone he wants to give."

Local officials give gifts to capital officials, which has been indispensable throughout the ages.

Yan Chunhui has a father who is the Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Etiquette, but you must follow the rules, otherwise others will say you are arrogant and your reputation will be ruined.

The meaning of Yan Dajian's words was a bit conservative. The old servant thought of the recent court situation and said, "Yes, it just so happened that Madam sent someone to visit the young master in Fujian. I will go and give you some advice."

Yan Dajian said: "Let Chunhui keep a low profile and talk less. And..."

He frowned and said: "Let him play with women less, so as not to lose himself one day."

The old servant smiled and said: "Don't worry, sir, the eldest young master has not done anything wrong in these years."

Yan Dajian smiled and cursed: "I know you will protect him, so go ahead."

After the old servant left, Yan Dajian began to write a letter.

He was writing letters to his close friends, telling them that he was very satisfied with his current situation and that his life was very fulfilling...

After writing the letter, he cleared the table and had wine brought to him, but only peanuts were served as a side dish.

"Fang Xing..."

Yan Dajian peeled the fried peanuts and placed them one by one on the table, neatly like an array of muskets.

He squinted slightly, his eyelids covering the light of the candle on the side, and his eyes were deep.

"And Dongchang, do you think I don't know?"

He ate a peanut and sneered: "Let's see who is faster."

"Officials in Fujian will naturally cover up for me. Otherwise, how many of them will survive His Majesty's wrath? Fang Xing, An Lun, do you understand the principles of this officialdom?"

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and said contentedly: "Those people...those pasts, who has no past? Even His Majesty said that bygones are bygones, you are going to stir it up, but you know that the lake water seems clear, but you can't stir it up underneath, otherwise it will It will become cloudy.”

"You have one family and two counts. Do you really think you are the Xu family? Fujian is a peaceful place. If you want to stir up trouble, see if His Majesty can accommodate your family!"

He smiled slightly, the flesh on his cheeks piled up slightly, and the nasolabial folds became deeper and deeper.

He poured himself a glass of wine, then reluctantly picked up a peanut from the neatly arranged queue and put it into his mouth gracefully.

The old servant appeared at the door and said: "Master, madam..."

Yan Dajian frowned slightly and said, "To drown a child is like killing a child. Doesn't she understand this truth?"

He looked at the peeled peanuts on the table with regret, then collected them all and grabbed them by the handful.

After leaving the study, Yan Dajian looked at the night sky with his hands behind his hands and said, "Burn all those letters."

The old servant was shocked, so he went in and brought out a wooden box.

The wooden box was full of letters, and the old servant was burning it alone outside the door. In the blazing fire, tears were streaming down his face as he was choked by the smoke.

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