Chapter 134

"What Mohist dares to come to our Yunjie mansion!" Yan Yuan heard the report from the porter and dared not buy a channel.

Among the twenty-four meritorious heroes of the founding of the Tang Dynasty, Yin Kaishan, the Duke of Yun Festival, died the earliest. Yin Kaishan died of illness when Li Shimin conquered Liu black valve in the sixth year of Wude.

He didn't even leave a man at all. Finally, his nephew Yin yuan inherited the title of Yun Jie Gong. Now he is only sixteen. When he was young and impulsive, he was furious when he heard that Merton came to the door of Yun Jie Gong..

The continuous expulsion of mojiazi has been widely spread. How could he not know that he had already received the dark consent of Chang sun Chong to let Yan Liben draw the Lingyan Pavilion portrait of Yin Kaishan, the Duke of Yunjie. He thought that mojiazi dared not come, but he didn't expect that after being rejected by three families in a row, he dared to climb the gate of the Duke of Yunjie.

"The Mo family even made the last decision on my Yan family. They really treat me as a soft persimmon." Yin yuan angrily said.

"Young master, the Mohist family is still waiting for the young master's reply at the door? Look?" the housekeeper of Yunjie mansion asked for instructions.

"Don't blame me for not giving him mercy!" Yan Yuan was so angry that he got up and walked outside the door!

"Stop!"

An angry drink stopped Yan Yuan's body, and saw an old woman with a pale face staring at Yan Yuan angrily with a crutch.

"Old lady!"

The housekeeper quickly saluted.

"Grandma! Why are you here!" Yan Yuan quickly came forward to hold the old woman with a respectful and filial expression.

The old lady was Yan Kaishan's mother and the real leader of Yunjie house. When Yan Kaishan died young, the whole Yan Family suddenly fell apart. It was the old lady who planned strategies, presided over the overall situation, urged Yan Yuan to inherit Yan Kaishan, be filial, and inherit the title of Yan Kaishan, which saved the fame and title of the Yan family.

"Villain! If I don't come again, you will ruin the glory that the Yan family managed to keep." old lady Yan looked at Yan Yuan with an angry expression.

"Grandma? The Mexican family came to the door and hurt our Yan Family's reputation by fishing for fame with the help of our late father. It was polite for the child to drive him out!" Yan Yuan said angrily.

"Villain, you're still stubborn. Let's not say that the Mohist school is at its zenith and simple in the heart of the emperor. It's you who arranged your majesty to drive away the painter who opened the mountain portrait. Do you want your father's portrait to go to the Lingyan Pavilion?" old lady Yan said with a hatred of iron and steel. Being able to go to the Lingyan Pavilion is the foundation of the prosperity of the Yan Family in the next hundred years. Where can there be a slightest negligence.

"Oh! Grandma is worried about this," Yan Yuansong said. "Grandma can rest assured that his grandson and his eldest grandson Chong are friends. He has promised to invite the current Chinese painting master Yan Liben, adult Yan, to paint a portrait for his late father. Adult Yan has devoted himself to developing new painting skills, which have long been connected, and are not inferior to the painting skills of Mozi."

When old lady Yan heard Yan Yuan's explanation, she not only didn't believe it, but became angry and hit Yan Yuan on the back with a crutch: "Chang sun Chong? Chang sun Chong, you really listened to others' slander and died early. Our Yan family is in turmoil. It's the right way to hide your energy and keep quiet. You dare to take the initiative to participate in the meaningless struggle of these dandies. See if I don't kill you!"

Old lady Yan raised her crutches and hit Yan Yuan. After several crutches, Yan Yuan immediately had blood on his scalp, but she still stood there and didn't hide.

"Grandma, the Mohist son was just as old as a child. How could he have seen his late father, and how could he have painted a portrait of his late father? Did you just draw one and hang it in Lingyan Pavilion? If you killed me, I would not let the Mohist son tarnish his late father's reputation and make the Yan family the laughing stock of Chang'an city." Yan Yuan was covered with blood, but he was still hard.

"Crazy son! Do you know your father died too early, and he Yan Liben didn't see your father!" old lady Yan looked at Yan Yuan with blood on her face and wholeheartedly maintained Yan Kaishan's reputation, which was both gratifying and sad.

"Ah!" Yan Yuan was struck by lightning and looked at old lady Yan in disbelief.

"Your father spent his whole life on military expeditions. He was away all year round and rarely returned to Beijing. Yan Liben was a civil servant and had no intersection." old lady Yan lamented.

"But Lord Yan and his father were officials in the same Dynasty..." Yan Yuan still didn't understand.

"The other three families died in recent years. Yan Liben may have seen them, but your father died six years after Wu De, and Yan Liben became an official in Zhenguan. He has never seen your father. How can he draw a portrait of your father?"

"But the eldest sun Chong..." Yan Yuan flopped and knelt on the ground. It turned out that he had really become a chess piece in the struggle of others, which almost involved the Yan Family in the vortex of the struggle.

"But what should I do? Can't I help my father's portrait?" Yan Yuan muttered to himself.

Lingyan Pavilion is related to the wealth of the Yin family for a hundred years, and it is said that Lingyan Pavilion is built in the center of Chang'an City for future visitors! At that time, as like as two peas, the other twenty-three portraits were just like the real people, but only the Yin Kai Shan's portrait was not at all like that. When the emperor came to Lingyan Pavilion, he looked at the realistic portrait of a hero, remembering their achievements. But when he came to the portrait of Yin Kai Shan, he could not say that he could not say more of the old love to a picture of Yin Kai Shan.

Yan Yuan thought about this scene in his mind and couldn't help but feel cold in his heart. At that time, the Yan family not only became the laughing stock of Chang'an City, but also lost his Majesty's grace. That was the biggest disaster of the Yan family.

"Fool! You are still stubborn now. The Mexican family was rejected by three people, but still came to the door of our Yan family. Is it self humiliating?" old lady Yan looked at Yan Yuandao helplessly. The child was good in all aspects, dutiful and filial, but she was stupid.

"Grandma, you mean that the MOH family had a way, how could it be that no one could draw a portrait of a person he had never seen." Yan Yuan's eyes flashed a glimmer of hope, but it soon went out.

"Then only a dead horse can be a living horse doctor. If there is another person in the world who can draw a portrait of the beginning of the mountain, it is the founder of new painting skills. Old lady Yan hoped that the reputation of the Mohist family was that she had heard of it in the deep house for a long time. I hope the Mohist family can create another miracle this time!

"Grandson, I'll tell you to let the Mohists in." Yan Yuan jumped up from the ground.

"No! Open the middle door! I'll meet you personally." old lady Yan said firmly. At this moment, she regained her momentum of turning the tide.