Chapter 2582

The keeper of the house had been replaced by an old man. Because Anlun didn't come back often, he didn't prepare any delicious food. He was a little flustered for a time.

"No, take out the wine."

Anlun sat outside the main room, a pot of wine and nine potstickers. This was his dinner.

Potstickers smell delicious. The outer layer almost becomes hard, just like the pot, but there is no paste.

Anlun has good teeth. He bites off a piece of skin hard and chews it slowly.

The old man waited on the side and said, "father-in-law, why don't you go to the restaurant and order some wine and vegetables."

Anlun shook his head. The old man wanted to cry. A extravagant father-in-law even drank wine with potstickers. It really makes people feel like a dream.

"Father in law, let's get an egg flower soup. Put some salt and scallion in the soup. It tastes very good."

Anlun nodded and the old Cangtou went to the kitchen happily.

One pot paste and one mouthful of wine. When the egg soup came, Anlun looked at the color of the soup and said, "don't stir the eggs too fast."

The old Cangtou said admiringly, "father-in-law, you can still do this!"

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

His expression became a little bleak, and the old man dared not speak any more.

"Go."

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

Anlun ate potstickers and drank a pot of wine.

He got up slowly. When the old man came out to clean up, he entered the room.

Anlun came out later. He gave an envelope to the old man and said, "here are some money. You are old. Go home."

The old man was a little worried, but Anlun said without doubt: "go back. Don't mention seeing the house here, otherwise someone will trouble you."

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

When Anlun got to the horse pen, the horse hummed a few times when he saw him coming. He shook his head and looked very happy.

Anlun brushed his body with a brush and said, "don't make trouble when you look back! Live your life well."

The once broken leg horse rubbed his head against Anlun's face and hissed in a low voice.

Anlun patted its big head and said with a smile, "Chen is really good. I'll let someone send you there later."

"Father in law!"

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

"How's it going?"

Anlun is still brushing his horse.

"Yingmei's fiance is simple and honest, in excellent health, and can be a cow at home."

"What about his family? Are there any unruly?"

"No, the whole family is simple and honest."

Anlun nodded and said happily, "OK."

"You... Keep an eye on Yan Dajian. He has something wrong recently. I'm afraid he's going to make trouble. Our east hall is your Majesty's domestic slave. If someone wants to make trouble, it's not said. Whether it's the Minister of justice or the Bachelor of assistant politics, take it."

"Yes."

Anlun turned back, took a big letter from his arms and said, "this is for Yingmei. Give it alone. Just say it's from our family. Don't tell anyone. Take it out when she's short of money."

Two ghostly men left. Anlun talked to his horse in the horse pen until dark.

"You are also a poor man, but compared with our family, you are lucky."

"Our sister and mother... My father was an animal. He lost all his property and owed a lot of debt. My mother knelt down and begged him. Finally, she had to take her sister into Yan Dajian's house..."

"The Yan family is known as a philanthropist. I thought my mother and sister had a good home, so I asked someone to castrate myself. Fortunately, I didn't die. I just wanted to turn over one day and redeem my mother and sister."

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

Anlun touched his head, sucked his nose and said, "later, our family was able to leave the palace. We were going to Jinling, so we asked someone to go... My mother and sister..."

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

The cry dispersed in the dark night, like the howling of nine Youli souls.

……

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

He knows he can't work hard. The best way is to be calm and calm.

But what he was most worried about was what Fang woke up that day.

If Fang Xing sent someone to Fujian, would he find out what happened in those years?

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

"Sir, there is a letter from the young master."

After years of old servant handed over a letter, Yan Dajian took it and looked at it carefully.

The letter was written by Yan Chunhui. In the letter, he complained that officials in Fujian were fooling around, so he wanted to transfer to the capital.

Yan Dajian burned the letter expressionless. When the old servant saw it, he was worried and said, "Sir, but what's wrong with the young master?"

Yan Dajian shook his head and said, "from today on, Chunhui will stop whoever he wants to give gifts."

It is indispensable for local officials to give gifts to officials in the capital.

Yan Chunhui has a father of Zuo Shilang in the Ministry of rites, but there must be some rules, otherwise others say you are arrogant and your reputation will stink.

The meaning of Yan Dajian's words was a little conservative. The old servant thought of the recent Korean situation and said, "yes, my wife just asked someone to visit the young master in Fujian. I'll tell you now."

Yan Dajian said, "let Chunhui keep a low profile and talk less. And..."

He frowned and said, "let him play with women less, so that he won't play with himself one day."

The old servant smiled and said, "don't worry, sir. Nothing has gone wrong these years."

Yan Dajian said with a smile, "I know you will protect him. Go."

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

He is writing a letter to his close friends, telling them that he is satisfied with the current situation and that he is living a full life

After writing the letter, he cleared the table, and then asked someone to bring wine, but only peanuts.

"Fang Xing..."

Yan Dajian peeled the fried peanuts and put them on the table one by one, neat like an array of guns.

He squinted slightly, his eyes covered the light of the side candle, and his eyes were deep.

"And East Hall. Don't you think I know?"

He ate a peanut and sneered, "look, look who's faster."

"Officials in Fujian will naturally cover up for me, otherwise how many of them will survive your Majesty's anger? Fang Xing, Anlun, do you understand the truth of this officialdom?"

He took a sip from his wine glass and said happily, "those people... Those who have passed, who have no past. Even your majesty said that let bygones be bygones, you should turn, but you know that the lake looks clear, but you can't turn under it, otherwise it will become turbid."

"Do you really think you are the Xu family? Fujian is safe and stable. If you want to stir up the wind and rain, see if your majesty can accommodate your family!"

He smiled, the flesh on his cheek piled up slightly, and the legal lines became more and more profound.

He poured himself a glass of wine, then reluctantly picked up one from the neat line of peanuts and put it into his mouth gracefully.

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

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

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

Out of the study, Yan Dajian looked at the night sky and said, "burn those letters."

Startled, the old servant went in and brought out a wooden box.

The wooden box was full of letters. The old servant was burning outside the door alone. In the flames, tears choked by the smoke were streaming down his face.