Chapter 607 Yan Song returns home
The sky has brightened, and the sun has risen to the east, shining warmly. This is the most comfortable time of the day, and it is not too hot. The warm sunshine slants on the red bricks and green tiles of West Chang'an Street, especially the cornices of the pavilions, adding poetry and nobility to West Chang'an Street in the sunshine.
On the streets of West Chang'an, from the direction of Xiyuan, a large sedan chair carried by eight people was slowly coming.
The sedan chair covered with curtains is simple and heavy, grand and restrained. There are maids on both sides of the sedan chair, as well as guards carrying swords.
In the entire capital, there are only a handful of people who are qualified to carry eight-carriage sedan chairs. If the scope is narrowed down to West Chang'an Street, the answer will be obvious.
"The Prime Minister is back."
"It's Mr. Yan who is back."
"Mr. Yan Ge, this is really Mr. Yan Ge's sedan."
In Yan Mansion The people who were queuing up in front of the door to submit greeting cards suddenly turned their attention to the sedan slowly approaching from the opposite side, and shouted excitedly.
On the one hand, Yan Nian of the official family ordered his servants to maintain the queue order, arranging the queue against the corner, freeing up space at the door to facilitate Yan Song's sedan to enter the house; on the other hand, he asked the concierge to pass the news When the news came that the master of the house had returned to the house, Yan Nian trotted to the front to greet Yan Song.
"Sir, you're back."
Yan Nian trotted all the way to the sedan with the front hem raised, stood still and bent over, and greeted Yan Song back home.
"Yes." Yan Song hummed softly in the sedan chair. He was not in good spirits and felt a little sleepy. He was old. After delivering his Qing poems yesterday afternoon, he stayed in Xiyuan until the early morning. Later, I waited for the note uploaded by Saint. It was already after midnight at this time, Xiyuan was locked, and the night was closed outside. Everyone could not go back to their homes, so they could only rest in the duty hut. Zhilu was relatively simple, far inferior to Yan's Mansion. Yan Song could hardly fall asleep. It was really hard for him at his age, so he was not in good spirits.
In addition, I didn’t expect that at the end, it would be Xu Jie’s Qingci who won the first prize. Although Xu Jie has been very docile these days and is close to him, he is still a little disappointed.
I was very optimistic about Donglou's Qingci, which was much better than Yuan Wei's. I thought it would be favored by the Holy Emperor. It's a pity, Xu Jie's phrase "turn a tiger into a dragon and return to heaven" is so spiritual.
Xu Jie, an old boy, was lucky. He met a good candidate during the examination. His spirituality in Qing Ci was no less than that of Yuan Wei, and he was a promising talent.
Of course, young people have some edges and corners. Newborn calves don’t know the heights of the sky. If you give them a few hard knocks, you will be able to distinguish the situation. Young people are not afraid of being sharp, but they are afraid of not having talent.
Xu Jie is a good example. It was very sharp and sharp at the beginning. After polishing it several times, it doesn’t clinch now when I hold it in my hand.
Yan Song sat in the sedan chair, thinking of Xu Jie's performance these days, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Quickly, open the door and let the master go back to the house. Instruct the kitchen to prepare the ginseng soup." Hearing the fatigue in Yan Song's tone, Yan Nian hurriedly trotted to clear the way, and ordered the guard to open the door quickly, and then He also ordered the concierge to have the kitchen prepare ginseng soup.
Soon, Yan Song's sedan arrived in front of the gate.
"I have met Mr. Yan."
"My subordinates have met Mr. Yan Ge."
The people queuing up at the door to send greetings, at this time, they all looked at each other. Yan Song's sedan chair was used to pay homage.
"I'm tired after a long night, so let me go home first." Yan Nian stopped everyone who was saluting and reprimanded the guards to maintain order.
"Stop."
Yan Song's voice came from the sedan.
Then the sedan stopped in front of everyone, and the maid waiting outside the sedan opened the curtain of the sedan, revealing Yan Song's figure.
“Yan Nian!”
Yan Song called Yan Nian to the sedan chair and said displeasedly, “We are guests from afar. These are the guests of our Yan Mansion. That’s how you are. To treat the distinguished guests of our Yan Mansion? ”
"Master, you have been busy all night," Yan Nian explained.
"Okay, let's ask the kitchen to prepare more tea soup to relieve the heat and bring it out to moisten the throats of the guests." Yan Song waved his hand, stopped Yan Nian, and ordered the people in the house to queue up. Everyone brought tea to relieve the heat.
"I'm so touched. Lord Yan is in a high position, but he is still so approachable and considers us in every aspect."
"I am willing to die for you."
" A courteous and virtuous corporal, approachable, Mr. Yan really loves the people like a son"
Everyone in the queue rushed to express their feelings and gratitude to Yan Song. They were full of emotions.
"I am very happy that you all are here. Compared with you, I am no better than you, but my teeth have only increased in age. Now in our Ming Dynasty, we have a British master and all the kings below. The birds are singing and the swallows are dancing, and the country is peaceful and the people are safe. It is true. This is a great time that only happens once in a century. You must not let it go. If you have a good opportunity, you need to work hard, and I believe you will have a bright future. I am old, and I will have to look after you young people in the future."
After giving the instructions, Yan Song nodded to the people in line and advised, Like a kind and responsible elder in the family.
"Thank you, Master Yan."
"Thank you, Master Yan, for your words."
"Master Yan has good intentions. He is really worried about us."
"Master Yan is always strong, working hard and sleeping day and night, handling government affairs day and night. I admire you. Master Yan, please go back home and rest soon." ”
Everyone below was excited and moved again.
Looking at everyone's reaction, Yan Song nodded with satisfaction, and after a few more words of encouragement, he sat back in the sedan and nodded to the attendants outside the sedan.
“Go back home.” The attendant understood.
The sedan was lifted up again and walked towards the gate of Yan's Mansion.
Yan Song sat in the sedan chair and opened the curtains of the sedan chair, nodded to the people queuing up, and said goodbye to them.
Just as Yan Song lowered the curtains, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a piece of cardboard outside the sedan. To be precise, he was attracted by the words on the paper.
The integrity is clear and hearty; the awe-inspiring righteousness is vigorous and powerful.
Looking at it, the word is like a cloud sail riding the wind and waves, as if it is breaking free from the back of the paper and roaring out.
What caught Yan Song's attention the most was that there seemed to be a bit of his own calligraphy in the font
"Yan Nian, bring that piece of paper."
Yan Song opened the curtain and pointed. Pointing to the piece of paper on the ground, he gave instructions to Yan Nian outside the sedan.
Paper?
What paper?
Yan Nian was stunned for a moment, then turned around and followed Yan Song's gaze, and then his eyeballs suddenly popped out. His brain buzzed for a while, as if he had been pricked by a needle. He was completely stunned and dumbfounded. As if, he opened his mouth and said in a trembling voice, "No, no."
The breeze blew
The paper on the ground swayed gently
It was like a mockery Same as myself.
Yan Nian was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe his eyes and felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. (End of chapter)