The Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 55: The Wind and Clouds of the Heaven

Yan Mansion, who is also in Qianmen East Street, sent a letter of 800 miles to speed up from Datong Mansion.

Yan Song, who was 61 years old, sat under the eaves and savored tea and read books, hoping to present a beautiful green poem to Emperor Shizong at the spring festival soon.

Hurry footsteps came again in his ears, and the servant knelt three feet away and whispered: "Master, the urgent matter from Datong."

Yan Song hummed impatiently and said, "Let go."

"Yes." The servant lowered his head and placed the letter among a pile of letters, turned around and left.

Yan Shifan came forward, not like the one recorded in Ming Dynasty, with short necks and fat bodies, and a slight look... At this time, he was in his prime, and had a pair of long eyes and thick beards. He was the most popular Qingyan nowadays, with a correct appearance.

After years of pampering and poetry and books, he gave him a strong sense of bookishness. He wore a crow-colored round neck dress, and before he could see anyone, he smiled three times.

"Father." He bowed.

Yan Song didn't raise his eyes and waved his hand and said, "My son in the East Tower, let's see how this green lyrics are."

"Yes." He bowed his hand again, sat in front of Yan Song, raised his hand to take the green vine paper, and saw a powerful small letter written by red paint.

The Holy Emperor ascended the throne for twenty years, and ordered the people to govern harmoniously and worship the people in the suburbs. The temple worship was worshipped by ancient etiquette and the emperor opened the Ming Hall and enjoyed the year of the year Dingyou. On the tenth day of the first lunar month, the sky cleared, and there were five colors of clouds embracing the sun, the brightness was brilliant, and it shone like a gorgeous flower...

Yan Shifan raised his eyes and smiled, and returned the green vine paper to Yan Song, saying, "My father wrote this parallel prose, as if it was as if the light clouds covered the moon, and it was as if the wind was flowing back to the snow. It was just..."

"Say." Yan Song took a sip of tea and said calmly.

Yan Shifan smiled and said, "You can let your son copy it and give it to His Majesty."

Yan Song chuckled and said, "My articles always lack some agility, so you can modify them."

"Yes." Yan Shifan smiled and lowered his eyebrows.

Yan Song raised his hand to pour tea, lowered his eyebrows and said slowly: "What do you think about Qiu Boxiang?"

Qiu Luan, whose courtesy name was Boxiang, served as the general and guarded Datong. He was the adopted son recognized by Yan Song.

Yan Shifan said slowly: "Your Majesty still doesn't know that Bo Xiang's affairs in secret are controlled by Bo Xiang. He is too brave. Without his father, he reached his hand to the Ministry of Justice. No wonder Your Majesty is angry. This person is too wild."

He gave a comment saying "I'm too wild". He stopped talking and stopped talking.

Yan Song snorted and said, "He can't have anything to do in Donglou."

Yes, Qiu Luan cannot have any trouble. Everyone in the government knows that he is Yan Song's adopted son. If he has any connection with the Nanyang Yu case, how could Xia Yan let go of the opportunity to jokingly suppress him?

By then, even if he cried and begged Xia Yan again, he would be difficult to get along with him. If he was controlled by others, he would eventually be difficult to turn over.

Yan Shifan sighed lightly, secretly scolded Qiu Luan for causing trouble, and then said, "In the first month of the year, the Mongolian tribes attacked Datong, and Qiu Luan was dereliction of duty first. The Jinyiwei found Nanyang Yu, and he made a fuss to kill people to silence him. This person... is too hateful."

It’s not that Yan Song didn’t know that his godsons were worried, but no matter how corrupt or how they took power, they were all born under his own guise and a force he actually controlled.

Yan Song chuckled and said, "Let's see his letter."

Yan Shifan pursed his lips and said, "Where is it? He must be saying that he uses his father's reputation to make money. He is all for you. Given his filial piety, he begged his father to save him. But he never thought that if he was investigated by the Jinyiwei, Master Xia would definitely contact him to make a big fuss, where did he place his father!"

Yan Song said, "You can see thoroughly, so let Xia Yan know." He smiled slightly, took another sip of tea, and then said, "He will not show mercy when he frames me."

Yan Shifan pondered for a moment and smiled: "Your Majesty was confident in his own eyes, and he was very confident in his punishment. It was still my father who knew Your Majesty."

Yan Song took a deep breath and felt a little headache.

Back then, he studied hard and obtained a fame, but ended up as a free official position, and even his wife and children could not afford to support him. He cried and begged his fellow villager Xia Yan to recommend him. It was not easy to get cautious all the way to this day.

He always remembered that he had arrived in Shuntian and resumed his official position at home. He held a banquet at home to invite Xia Yan to the banquet, but Xia Yan refused without regard to his fellow villagers. He knew that if he wanted to stick with him, Xia Yan would only have one way, so he went to the gate of the Xia Mansion in person, and knelt on the ground regardless of the gaze of the nobles and nobles. Only after repeated and respectful invitations could Xia Yan go to Yan Mansion.

He remembered that on that day, Xia Yan's arrogance and humility. As an official in the same dynasty, he wanted to pour wine and dish food and flatter him every word. It was from that day that Xia Yan finally began to recommend him from all sources.

No one knew that the meal was the hardest meal he had ever swallowed in his life. It was like this feeling when he was on his back.

He would never want to experience such embarrassment again.

Over the years, they have been no longer young, but he is increasingly eager for power. Sometimes he really wants to give up everything and return home with his wife.

But he was worried. He didn't know that after he let go of all this, his family would have to withstand the strong attacks of the so-called Qingliu people.

He was even more unwilling to be controlled by others for the rest of his life!

If you are in a high position, you have to bear the weight. If you don’t enter, you will enter.

He wanted Xia Yan to know about Qiu Luan, but he couldn't catch the handle and let him impeach him in the court.

Your Majesty was already afraid and annoyed by Xia Yan. I thought that Your Majesty would not only not punish him, but would instead think that Xia Yan intended to gather his followers to frame loyal ministers and suppress cabinet ministers, with a ill intention.

This is his plan and the only way to stop the Nanyang Jade Case from further delving into it.

Yan Shifan knew that Yan Song's intention was to solve the problem, so he simply stopped wasting his time on who is right and who is wrong, and instead said: "Don't worry, Father, let's go to Tao Wenzhong's mansion to visit and arrange a visit to Donglou."

Yan Song replied slowly: "I'll go there in person."

Yan Shifan stood up and bowed: "Yes, I'll leave there." He raised his hand and put the half of the Qingci into his sleeves, turned around and left.

Yan Song looked at the wide sky around him and took a long breath, then breathed a sigh of relief. Tomorrow's court will be another tough battle.

The chilly wind in early spring blew on his face, and a few strands of white hair trembled slightly, making him feel refreshed. He straightened his body and put on his pen again.

Let’s talk about Gao Nu’s resignation of Lu Yuan and Cao Zongming to the Beizhen Fushi Office, so he waited quietly for the Ministry of Justice, Dali Temple, and the Censorate of the Censorate together with the Jinyiwei Yuansi.

Gao furiously left the yamen and thought about what had happened in the past few days. Thinking of the night talk with Shen Kang in Xiping County that day, the waiter warned him to be careful of someone killing someone to silence him, but he didn't care. But now it seems that he is too careless.

Now that Wang Qiu and Hong Quan are dead, they are over, but if this case continues, I don’t know how many people will be affected.

Not to mention the distance, the prefect of Runing Prefecture will have to punish a crime of inadvertent investigation. I think that soon His Majesty will send an inspector to inspect local officials.
Chapter completed!