Mingyue of the Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! Qu Luan smiled and stroked his beard and said, "Shoufu Xia is for others to see. You also know that the adults have always been a solitary minister, so don't be really upset about Huang's companion."

"Hmm?" Huang Jin was a little surprised, and then heard Qu Luan continue, "Huang's companion has been with His Majesty for many years and has worked hard and made great contributions. The chief assistant got a new zither made by the people of Jiufeng Mountain and sent it to your foreign house, saying that it was to relieve your boredom."

Huang Jin shook his head and said, "If the chief minister really has such a thought, how could he not know if he was plotting against others?" He said, "Thank you, Grand Secretary Qu, for protecting our face, Qin... Forget it, I am a low-class eunuch and dare not be polite."

After saying that, he shook his sleeves and walked away with his head raised.

When he arrived outside the main hall gate, Huang Jin shouted: "Liu Qing! Master Xia is tired, send a chair over!"

A small middle-aged official quickly responded: "Yes!"

Just as Liu Qing went to move the chair, Yan Song and his son came together. Yan Song was wearing a scarlet public uniform embroidered with a pheasant and a fragrant leaf crown given by Shizong. He also wore a green gauze to show respect. He was really a tall crown and a beautiful woman.

A long distance away, he shook his long sleeves and bowed respectfully to Xia Yan. Then he stroked his long white beard and greeted him with a smile: "Sir, Master."

When Xia Yan saw his clown-like outfit, he said with displeasure: "The inner edict enters the palace, look at how well your belt is!"

Yan Song smiled indifferently and said, "The Chief Auxiliary taught me a lesson." Instead, he looked at Yan Shifan and said, "If you don't see Fei Hong, you don't know that you are a great person; if you don't see Xia Yan, you don't know that you are respectful. You must remember."

Fei Hong's courtesy name was Zichong. At the age of thirteen, Wen Yuan became a boy test for Xinzhou Prefecture, Jie Yuan at the age of 16, and the top scorer in the palace test at the age of 20, and won the talent for three yuan in a row. During the Zhengde period, he and Yang Tinghe and Yang Yiqing ruled the world. After three dynasties, he passed away in the 14th year of Jiajing.

Now, Yan Song compared Xia Yan with Fei Hong and said that there was nothing wrong with it, and he also had some flattery intentions. But in addition to a few Qingliu who had a temper, Xia Yan was a hated minister.

Such words are heard by others and they will inevitably become even more jealous.

Yan Shifan used to smile with a three-point smile on his face, and his face was filled with a gentle breeze. He smiled in his heart and bowed to Xia Yan respectfully, and replied: "Remember the East Tower."

At this time, Liu Qing and another younger middle-aged official came over with a chair and bent over and said, "Please, Chief Xia."

If it were the past, Xia Yan would sit down without saying a word, but today, he said, "Your Majesty is working hard for the country day and night but not tired, how dare you be a minister?"

Yan Shifan looked at Yan Song in surprise, but saw that Yan Song seemed to have not heard of it, and did not advise Xia Yan to sit down, so he retreated aside.

Huang Jin, not far away, looked at the situation and twitched his lips, cursing himself for being so narrow-minded. If Xia Yan really sat down and was displeased by His Majesty, he would not have committed any sin.

He breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his eyes, looked at his nose and his heart, and looked like he was not aware of things outside the window, as if he had entered a state of meditation.

Yan Shifan walked further and further as his father walked, he came to the corner of the hall. He felt a little nervous for no reason, and his right corner of his eyes was also thrust and kept jumping.

Yan Song sighed helplessly and said slowly: "Be careful in the future."

Yan Shifan asked anxiously: "What's wrong?"

Yan Song shook his head: "I don't know."

"He, what did he know?"

Yan Song gritted his teeth and cursed: "Don't scare yourself, tell you how many times, come steadily, come steadily! Others laugh at you, you have to laugh, others scold you, you have to laugh, others can't afford to see you, you have to laugh, and you have to smile. When you return it one by one in the future! Look at your panic look!"

Yan Shifan looked at the ministers of the Manchu court and felt panic again: "Father... Tao Wenzhong, how dare Tao Wenzhong not accept the internal edict?"

Yan Song's heart suddenly jumped, then raised the corner of his eyes and glanced at him for a week, his face suddenly pale.

Yan Songyi secretly supported Yan Shifan to prevent him from being unable to stand firm. This was a matter they discussed in private. No one knew that Tao Wenzhong would make a big fuss about the deficit of the User Department today. No one knew that they wanted to replace the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue with his own. No one knew that he was going to be criticized by him when Xia Yan advised Nanyang Yu!

But today, Tao Wenzhong disappeared.

He didn't know that this morning, Tao Wenzhong was shocked by an inconspicuous young man on the way to the court, and fell into a night incense bucket parked on the side of the road in panic.

A thick and primitive smell instantly choked into his trachea. Just a moment of strength, Tao Wenzhong, the young talented man, died.

Yan Song had not received the obituary at this time, and only saw that Tao Wenzhong was not present, he thought that something had happened, and the direction of the court today might have to change.

He can't lose, he can't lose.

As long as he is still alive, as long as His Majesty still has compassion and love for him, he will still have the ability.

Yan Song smiled, as if nothing had happened, and even nodded to the familiar ministers not far away to say hello. But he said softly: "Qiu Luan, Qiu Luan can't survive."

"What should we do?" Yan Shifan asked hurriedly.

Yan Song calmed down his mind, withdrew his gaze from a distance, and said slowly: "When Duke Guo returns to Beijing from Guangdong and Guangxi, immediately..." He stopped, thinking in his heart that he was not rich, and Xia Yan used to fight against Guo Xun and others, and gave him a lesson. But if Xia Yan was wary of him, then his official career would probably end.

He said slowly: "My son in the East Tower, I am going to bed in bed for my father. You will be asked to hand the Qing Ci to His Majesty later. Remember to abandon your past behavior. You must be sincerely sad. Go back to your home for other things."

At this time, Yan Shifan had not experienced too much official struggle, but he had less experience. For a moment, the romantic swept the floor. Qinghuang's face was filled with panic and fear, and his eyes were unconscious. He responded and was afraid.

Yan Song ignored his sixties and rushed towards the front.

His head was hit hard on the blue brick floor, blood splattered, and he was actually fainted at this moment. Yan Shifan was stunned for a moment and quickly shouted: "Father! Father! Come and save my father!"

When he shouted, all the ministers in front of the court surrounded him, and some people squatted down and shouted: "Shangshu Yan? Shangshu Yan wake up!"

Yan Shifan looked at him sideways. He was an inconspicuous official of the Imperial College. He couldn't remember which one he was. He only vaguely remembered that he was a small official named Zhao, who seemed to have visited him before.
Chapter completed!