Chapter 2578: Horses Are More Affectionate than Humans

The letter paper slowly changed color, curled, and finally turned into ashes in the flames.

The old servant sniffed and threw letters in one after another.

He found a wooden stick and occasionally turned over the unburned parts.

Yan Dajian's face was illuminated by the uncertain firelight. He walked slowly over, stretched his right hand above the flame, and then slowly released it.

The peanuts fell one by one.

The flames licked Yan Dajian's hand. He looked at the fire steadily and said: "Don't chase after those who have gone, and start over again in the future!"

Then he reprimanded his wife and strictly ordered her not to cover up those scandals for Yan Chunhui in the future.

But his wife was not a light-hearted person, and she immediately retorted, saying that he himself was not a good person either, and would go into the house regardless of the smell, and that his son was just being taught bad things by him.

Yan Dajian did not get angry as usual, but said calmly: "If you want to kill Chunhui, then continue to dote on him."

Yan Chunhui, who is in his thirties, is still a child in their eyes, so his wife couldn't help but roared: "I killed you back then, but now you are afraid, why?"

Yan Dajian looked at her coldly and answered the question: "Recently, we need to be careful about our family affairs and be careful in our words and deeds."

After saying that, he entered the bedroom.

His wife was not a fool, and she heard some danger in these words.

"Husband, has His Majesty disliked you?"

There was no response from the bedroom.

The sky gradually darkened, and the capital slowly fell into sleep...

Fang Xing was also ready to sleep.

Zhang Shuhui slept inside with red and swollen eyes. Fang Xing comforted her for a long time before she calmed down a bit.

Zhu Zhanji had just gone to bed, and Sun had just talked about Brother Yu's intelligence and filial piety.

The palace has become quiet, with only patrollers wandering around.

They held lanterns and looked around. The figure was reflected on the ground by the light, swaying with the lantern.

This is the heart of the Ming Dynasty, and the instructions issued from here can make the entire Ming Dynasty cheer or feel sad.

Hu Shanxiang was still awake as usual.

It was late at night, and she stood by the window with her clothes on, watching the moonlight shining coldly on the roof and the ground.

This is her world, and she agrees with it and sticks to it.

She has become accustomed to days like this, where the only focus of her life is her two children.

She slowly walked outside Duanduan's bedroom, where the maid on night duty was dozing off. Hu Shanxiang quietly opened the door and went in without alerting her.

The moonlight also shines through the window in the bedroom.

Duanduan slept well and even smiled.

Hu Shanxiang leaned down, reached out and stroked his daughter's cheek, and then left the bedroom with a smile.

She then went to the corn.

There are many people waiting there, and no one dares to be lazy.

"Empress."

Shinichi wasn't asleep yet. Hu Shanxiang said: "I want to take a look at the corn."

There were two eunuchs patrolling outside Maize's bedroom from time to time. After hearing this, one of them went to open the door.

Hu Shanxiang walked in gently. Shinichi held a candlestick beside him and whispered: "Your Highness, go to bed early tonight."

Going to bed early means you are in a good mood.

Hu Shanxiang smiled, then leaned over to look at the sleeping corn that had formed a large font.

Corn's mouth was open, looking stupid. He suddenly frowned and put his right hand on the side of his face.

Hu Shanxiang nodded, and after going out, he told them to listen carefully and to go in promptly if Maize called for someone.

After returning to his bedroom, Hu Shanxiang was ready to rest, but Yi'an had something to say.

"My Lady, some people are making rumors about Your Highness's marriage these days."

As a prince, Corn's future marriage will definitely attract attention. But according to the rules of the Ming Dynasty, the future crown princess can only live in ordinary families.

Hu Shanxiang sat on the bed, yawned and said, "The corn is still small!"

Yi'an helped her lie down and sighed: "It would be better if Uncle Xinghe's family was less worry-free."

Hu Shanxiang was already tired and murmured: "The rules of our ancestors,

The princess will not be the daughter of a powerful family. Besides, Xinghe Bo has already said it..."

Yi'an helped her sleep and then went out quietly.

"Xinghe Bo has something to say about Wuyou's marriage?"

Yi'an didn't pay much attention to what was going on outside, so she went out to find an inquisitive nanny to ask questions.

"Yes! I said it a few years ago, first of all, I won't enter the palace, and secondly, I won't marry a descendant of a close relative."

Yi'an smiled and said: "This is surprising, but it is good not to form a party."

The palace gradually became quiet until dawn was approaching.

After Hu Shanxiang woke up, someone came to report: "Madam, An Lun from Dongchang has donated a piece of white fox skin."

Hu Shanxiang was surprised when he heard this: "How dare he send it here directly?"

Yi'an went over to check it out and said, "Your Majesty, this fur is rare. I think it can be wrapped around Your Highness's neck. It won't be cold in winter."

Hu Shanxiang said: "If it's against the rules, go back."

The person who came said: "Your Majesty, your Majesty has already nodded."

Hu Shanxiang asked in confusion: "What is he doing this for?"

…

An Lun got up very early, and the man who came to pick him up came outside. He had already brushed the horse and fed it good food.

He touched the war horse's neck and said with a smile: "Remember to be good!"

The war horse rubbed his huge face against him, and just when An Lun wanted to leave, it bit his sleeve with its mouth.

An Lun turned around in shock and saw that the war horse was biting his sleeve and refused to let go, so he smiled and said, "You are quite affectionate. Okay, I'll be back in the evening."

The war horse didn't listen. An Lun smiled and said, "I'll come back as soon as I tell you."

Finally, he took off his coat and hurried out, getting rid of the horse's big mouth.

He didn't look back and walked out while getting dressed.

The war horse neighed in the horse pen, and it was pulling hard on the reins, but last night An Lun specially strengthened them.

After leaving the house, An Lun said: "Remember to come here in the afternoon and deliver this horse to Chen Shi's house."

The fan who came to pick him up answered.

When passing by Yingmei's stall, An Lun just glanced at it and then rode away coldly.

Yingmei asked in confusion: "Sir, what's going on?"

Uncle Yang, who was selling noodles nearby, whispered: "Yingmei, you are going to get married in a while, so stay away from Dongchang if you can."

Yingmei thought of yesterday's big envelope and the gloomy man who looked like a living dead, so she shook her head and said, "No, you are a good person."

Uncle Yang shook his head and said: "Good people, good people, after you get married, all this will be just a passing thing!"

Yingmei said stubbornly: "No, I will always remember your kindness."

Uncle Yang smiled and said: "Many things are... how should I put it, one by one, at this age, I feel that I should remember it. After a few years, more than ten years, I feel that it is childish at this time..."

He glanced at Yingmei and said, "You are as young as a flower!"

"Our sister is very beautiful and sensible. She remembers to wait for us when eating. She runs to pick her up when she sees us coming in. Her smiling face... we will always remember her." An Lun smiled on the horse.

When An Lun arrived at Dongchang, the first thing he did was to invite people to discuss matters.

The stalls were standing below, and An Lun was sitting in the usual manner.

He glanced at the stalls and said: "Let me say it again, Dongchang is His Majesty's domestic slave, and our loyalty can only be given to Your Majesty. If anyone stands in the wrong place and expresses the wrong loyalty, even if it is to our family, Loyalty, that’s wrong too!”

He often said this, but today he said it very seriously.

The stalls below responded one after another, and for a while, the "loyalty" was filled with "loyalty" in the East Factory. Even the sun that had just come out could not suppress the rays of light.

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