Chapter 565 Yan Yidong
“This relegated old gentleman, he is really capable...”
Fu Qingzhou muttered to himself and jumped out of the carriage.
If nothing else, being able to know that Jiang Baichuan has two identities shows that Mr. Ban is very knowledgeable. In addition, he disappeared without a trace at the end. It can almost be concluded that he is not an old man. Liar, there is real stuff.
And in retrospect, when the relegated old man appeared next to him, he didn't seem to notice it at all.
"Next time you see Jiang Baichuan, remember to give him a chance?"
Fu Qingzhou muttered these words with a slightly strange look on his face.
Although I can't imagine how becoming the so-called Qianlong will affect Jiang Baichuan's outcome, but... let's just listen to it and write it down, so that we can talk about it one day in the future.
Thinking about it, he had already stood at the intersection of the alley he had visited two days ago.
In the alley street where Ning Mansion is located, there are many official residences. Naturally, the home of Yan Yidong, the chief minister of the cabinet, is also here.
"Yan's Mansion, Yan's Mansion..."
Fu Qingzhou strolled in the hutong streets, his eyes sweeping over the doors of the large houses.
Finally, after walking for a while, he finally caught a glimpse of the two characters "Yan Mansion" and stepped forward and knocked on the door.
Not long after, the door creaked open, and a servant's face popped out: "Who are you?"
"I'm here, Fu..."
After Fu Qingzhou said three words, he felt something was inappropriate, so he changed his words and said with a smile: "Please inform Mr. Yan of your mansion that Uncle Qianlong Fu Qingzhou has come to pay homage to the mansion."
"Qianlong Uncle? I haven't heard of it..." The servant frowned and said, "Is there a greeting card?"
Fu Qingzhou spread his hands and said, "It was just sealed this morning. It's normal that you haven't heard of it. Of course there is no greeting card." "
"Then how do I know if you are a madman or not?"
The servant glared at Fu Qingzhou: "How can I see anyone I want to see? ”
After that, the door slammed shut with a bang. Fu Qingzhou stood close and almost got a kick.
“…”
Fu Qingzhou couldn’t laugh or cry.
Please post? Where can I post it myself?
He thought for a while and knocked on the door again.
After a while, the door opened again, and it was the servant who stuck his head out. This time the servant was even more impatient, with a cruel tone in his tone: "Are you done yet? If you mess around again, I'll call someone to mess you up." The stick is gone!"
Fu Qingzhou Shi Shiran took out the Mingjian Zhishi card and handed it over: "Where is this brand? I am not only Qian Longbo, but also the special envoy of Mingjian Pavilion. I want to see your family. Master, it shouldn’t be so difficult, right?”
The servant was startled for a moment, then stared at the sign for a while, then suddenly laughed.
Fu Qingzhou: "?"
"Just you? Special envoy of Mingjiange?"
The servant didn't hold back and laughed loudly: "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I've never seen the Mingjian Zhishi brand? Their brand is so thin, yours is so thick! Who do you think you are? Li Jingzhe? Ning No nonsense? Or Lord Ning Baimei? "
Fu Qingzhou: "..."
"Okay, okay, I don't think you are a fanatic. Looks like a lunatic."
The servant stopped laughing, and the cruelty on his face faded, and he showed some compassion: "Go away quickly, this is not the place for you to make trouble."
"I..." Fu Qingzhou couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm really not a madman?"
"Crazy people say they are not."
The servant waved his hand and said: "Let's go, let's go. If the trouble continues, we will beat up the crazy people too."
After that, the door opened again Close it hard.
Fu Qingzhou: "..."
He silently put away the Mingjian Zhishi Pai and slowly squatted down on the steps in front of the Yan Mansion, falling into deep suspicion.
What's going on?
What palace, Mingjian Pavilion and Nether Prison could I enter and exit at will, only to be blocked by a servant?
This, this, this, this, this big task of giving a sword to myself, hit a snag as soon as it started?
Just as Fu Qingzhou was rubbing his head and wondering if he had to arrest someone with identity to guarantee him, an old man's voice rang not far away.
"Young man, why are you sitting here?" Fu Qingzhou raised his eyes and saw that the person who came was an old man in simple clothes. He was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. There was an indelible trace between his eyebrows. He was very tired, but his expression seemed to be smiling, so he must be in a good mood, but there was a strange sense of scrutiny in his eyes.
"It's nothing, old man, thank you for your concern."
Fu Qingzhou smiled: "I came to visit the house, but the servants here didn't let me in..."
The old man was slightly startled and looked up at the gate of Yan's Mansion: "You are here to pay homage to the Mansion?"
"Yes."
Fu Qingzhou spread his hands: "I'm here to see Mr. Yan... Old man, do you also live on this street? Do you know if there is any way to get the doorman to inform me?"
The old man looked at him for a few times with a half-smile, and finally asked leisurely: "Young man, how can you say that the emperor just named Fengtian Yiyun Tuicheng Qianlong Bo, why can't even a servant convince him?"
"Huh?!"
Fu Qingzhou's eyes lit up and he cheered up: "Old man, do you recognize me! Are you...also an official in the palace this morning? Yes, yes, you live there Here, it must be!"
"Haha..."
The old man shook his head and smiled, slowly stepped up the steps, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.
"Why are you here again..." The door opened again, and the servant showed his face impatiently, but this time, what he saw was the old man's face, and he was suddenly shocked: "Oh, Master!"
"Master!"
Fu Qingzhou was also shocked and stood up: "You are Mr. Yan!"
"Come in, I am. I’m very curious as to why you, a young lord, came to see me in such a hurry just after you came to court..."
The old man Yan Yidong smiled and said to the wide-eyed servant: "Aji, you blocked His Majesty's personally named Qian Longbo from the door..."
"Twice." Fu Qingzhou said. added expressionlessly.
"...twice."
Yan Yidong patted his servant Aji on the shoulder: "You did a good job. I always reward you with copper coins. Go and get the money from the housekeeper."
The expression of the domestic servant Aji changed from uneasiness to doubt, and from doubt to surprise. Then he shouted "Thank you, Master!" and disappeared in a flash.
Fu Qingzhou: "?"
"Haha."
Yan Yidong turned to him and smiled: "Isn't it the duty of a gatekeeper to block people of unknown origin from outside? ?"
Fu Qingzhou: "...Okay."
The interior of Yan's mansion is lined with green trees, and the paths are secluded. The road paved with blue bricks has traces of time, and is simple and quiet.
Although the owner of this house is the powerful chief minister of the cabinet, Fu Qingzhou followed the owner of the house and walked slowly, but he did not feel any official atmosphere. On the contrary, a strong fragrance of ink came to his nostrils, as if he was Set up an academy.
After walking a few steps, Fu Qingzhou discovered that he had not smelled the ink by mistake...
There was a pool of water in the center of the yard, but the water was no longer clear and transparent. Instead, it becomes as deep as ink.
“This is my brush-washing pool.”
When Yan Yidong saw him looking at the ink pool, he smiled slightly and said, “I have no other hobbies in my life, but calligraphy and painting.”
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Fu Qingzhou also smiled: "Master Yan is so elegant."
Yan Yidong was not in a hurry to ask him why he came to visit the mansion. He just led him leisurely to the study room and calmly asked him to sit down. He made a pot of tea with his own hands and poured it on before speaking slowly.
"Master Fu."
He asked softly: "What's the matter with coming here to see me?"
Fu Qingzhou nodded and held the bright sword He took out the Zhishi card and placed it gently on the table.
Yan Yidong frowned and said in a confused tone: "Mingjiange? Is your brand...or special envoy? What do you mean? Could it be that I have committed something wrong?"
"My lord has misunderstood."
Fu Qingzhou He smiled and said: "My special envoy does not handle cases or arrest people. I just handle an important matter for Mr. Xiangjianshi - the Eight Swords of the King. You must know it, right?"
(End of Chapter)