After the winter solstice, the snow stopped and the sun shone for several days.

Why didn't Yanyun go to the palace as an errand? It was rare for him to rest at home.

I got up early in the morning to practice boxing, and then took Song Wen to clean out the study room. Taking advantage of the sunshine, I counted all the books.

When Marquis Yong'an was still alive, he liked to collect original copies. Even if he couldn't receive the originals, he would buy imitations.

The people below only knew that he loved buying books, so they thought he liked reading. Many people gave him books every year.

Therefore, there are many kinds of books in the Hou Mansion. Yan Yunhe moved a small stool and sat in the yard to read books. Mrs. Yan Zhong Ru came out with her maid. Seeing him like this, she started to sigh.

"This beautiful weather, don't stay at home, go out for a walk!" Mrs. Yan frowned.

Yan Yunhe put down the medical book in his hand: "I was not in the house before, and you said that I was too busy to see anyone, so I might as well keep you as a darling."

Guaiguai is a dog. The servant of the Royal Horse Supervisor gave it to Mrs. Yan for fun. , already ten years old, very senile, why would he bite the banquet cloud when he saw it?

Mrs. Yan glared at Yan Yunhe: "If you inherit your father's title peacefully, you should start a family by now."

In the early days of the founding of the Jin Dynasty, many nobles were awarded based on military merit.

Although there is no explicit regulation, in order to prevent nobles from forming cliques for personal gain, most nobles have no titles but no positions.

Yan Yunhe can now serve as the admiral of the Shenji Camp and is highly valued by Emperor Cheng Jing. This is also because he gave up the opportunity to seize the title and did not want to be mediocre.

However, Emperor Cheng Jing still retained this title. If Yanyun He Cheng's family had descendants in the future, this title could still be passed on to his children.

Yan Yunhe felt a headache as soon as he heard Mrs. Yan's chatter.

Mrs. Yan said: "You have been at the border for so many years, and you have been transferred here and there every year, but you can't be transferred back to the capital."

Yan Yunhe stood up, and Mrs. Yan followed him and continued to read: "I don't even dare to let you Really marry a girl, so as not to delay others!"

"Now that I'm expecting you to return to Beijing, shouldn't it be time for you to start dating? I heard that the daughter of the imperial censor Zuo Yingshan is also from Donglin Academy. She looks like a flower, is well-educated, and is a matchmaker."

Mrs. Yan said anxiously, but she didn't expect Yan Yunhe to stop suddenly, and she almost bumped into him.

Yan Yunhe turned around: "You're right, it's really time for me to go out."

"Which house do you want to visit?" Mrs. Yan's eyes lit up.

Yan Yunhe wanted to visit the Yu family, but he couldn't go, so he finally came to Fangzhizhou Mansion.

Fangzhizhou was in the middle of his holiday, and the Hanlin Academy was already at leisure. However, as an imperial city official, he never stopped writing letters even when he was in the palace.

Especially when Yinniang returned to Beijing, she happened to stay in Fang Mansion. Even the birds she brought were carrying letters back and forth, and all of them were busier than Yan Yun.

When Yan Yunhe stepped in, a crow was standing on the window railing, combing his hair.

As soon as he saw Yan Yunhe, he rushed over, but Yan Yunhe grabbed him by the neck and screamed.

Yinniang was holding needlework in her hand. Seeing Yan Yunhe holding her bird like this, she said angrily: "Yan Huaiyang, let go of my chirp!"

Yan Yunhe casually let go of the crow: "What are you sewing? "

He sat aside and glanced at the handkerchief in Yin Niang's hand. He actually sewed a crooked love poem on it. It was like three autumns after not seeing each other for one day.

Yan Yunhe's face wrinkled up: "Can you be normal?"

Yinniang was quick to hurt people with silver needles, but had a hard time with women: "I'm going to see His Majesty soon. I brag to him every year that I want to If you give him a handkerchief, you'll have to pay for it this year."

"Your Majesty won't accept it," Yan Yunhe said meaningfully.

Yinniang retorted: "It doesn't matter whether he accepts it or not, your heart is the most important. Maybe when you see this veil, you will be happy and let me stay in the capital."

Yan Yunhe asked: "So you just want to please His Majesty . Back to the capital?"

Yin Niang pricked her hand and said, "So what."

"Gifts must be given to the heart. Now that the treasury is empty, how about giving your golden book to His Majesty?" Yan Yunhe said. Come up with an idea.

Yinniang's eyes widened: "Are you a human? I have worked so hard to save my little possessions for so long! Besides, that little silver is not as valuable as the jade pendant on His Majesty's waist."

Yan Yunhe smiled. "I think you don't like His Majesty, you just want His Majesty's money."

Yinniang said confidently: "What's wrong with me, I'm just greedy and lustful. Why is Your Majesty the richest man and also good-looking?"

Yan Yun refused to admit it . , I feel a little jealous.

Yinniang could generously give Emperor Cheng Jing a handkerchief she had sewn, but he didn't even dare to send a piece of silver charcoal to the Yu Mansion.

Fang Zhizhou looked at the letter in his hand without raising his eyes: "If you have anything to do, go to the Three Treasures Hall. If you have anything to say, just say it." Yinniang

clicked her tongue: "Can't you go to the study to talk about things? You have to talk here!"

Afterwards, she hugged her daughter and stormed away.

Yan Yunhe suppressed his smile and asked seriously: "How is the progress of King Wu's case?"

Fang Zhizhou sorted the letters one by one and put them away: "Even the Imperial City Division cannot interfere in such a major case. The most we can do is submit the evidence from the side. As for the final The decision depends on your Majesty."

Yan Yunhe asked, "Where are those assassins?"

Fang Zhizhou said, "They were handed over to Dali Temple. The results were obtained last night."

Yan Yunhe frowned: " Don't you think it's strange? Even if King Wu really wanted to rebel, why did assassins still appear at the palace banquet after he was arrested? "

"What's so strange about this? Since King Wu has been planning for a long time, it is impossible? Only rely on gunpowder to know the state.

Yan Yunhe: "I think this assassin came here strangely, as if he wanted to establish the case of King Wu's rebellion."

Fang Zhizhou shook his head: "According to the clues provided by Chen Qing and Zhao Xiang's account books, the person behind this purchase of gunpowder, It is indeed King Wu."

Fang Zhizhou continued: "Among the vassal kings, King Wu was the most likely to be crowned the great treasure. Now he has not only become the vassal king, but is also under the control of the clan and cannot return to the capital without an edict. King Wu’s biological mother, Concubine Zhang, passed away last year, and he could not even come back to pay her respects. "

Yan Yunhe said: "The King of Wu did not have any disobedience when he went to the fiefdom. At that time, the imperial court had not begun to reduce the vassalage, and he had many soldiers in his hands. Ma, why wait until so many years have passed before taking action?"

Fang Zhizhou raised his lips: "At that time, he might not have dared to commit rebellion, but what if someone instigated it later?"

Yan Yunhe said sharply: "Who?"

Fang Zhizhou sighed: "The king of Wu got a counselor the year before last. It is said that this man is very good at strategy and has done a lot of things for the king of Wu."

Yan Yunhe knew the result by looking at Fang Zhizhou's face. : "No one was caught."

Fang Zhizhou nodded and said, "He escaped a long time ago."

Yan Yunhe said, "Where did this counselor come from and what does he look like?"

Fang Zhizhou said, "It is said that this man's appearance is completely ruined and his voice is hoarse. "It's extremely mysterious, and I don't know where King Wu found the person."

Yan Yunhe knew that Fang Zhizhou had already revealed too much, and if he continued to ask more questions, this person would not tell him anymore.

He finally stood up and suddenly asked Fang Zhizhou: "Do you think it is possible that Yu Qin...is loyal to His Majesty?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stared at Fang Zhizhou's expression.

Fang Zhizhou's eyebrows twitched, feeling ridiculous: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

His eyes seemed to think that Yan Yunhe had lost his mind.

Realizing that Fang Zhizhou was expressing sincere feelings, Yan Yunhe looked away: "It's just a guess. Didn't His Majesty stop me from rescuing him a few days ago?"

Fang Zhizhou said in a deep voice: "No matter how bad Yu Qin is, He is also the grandson of Duke Yu. If he happens to die next to you, how should you explain this?"

Yan Yunhe shrugged his shoulders: "Just think that I am obsessed with it."

Fang Zhizhou raised his hand and waved with a headache. To drive him away: "Okay, you go quickly, don't you still have something to do?"

Yan Yunhe paused: "I am at home now, how can I have anything to do?"

Fang Zhizhou started to deal with official duties again: "Yin Niang is going to send Your Majesty, I think some people also want to give something away. Winter hasn't passed yet, so how come spring has arrived?"

Yan Yunhe blushed and hurriedly walked out of Fang Mansion.

He returned to the Yong'an Marquis Mansion, plunged into the treasury, and rummaged through it for a long time. Until nightfall, he dressed in black and walked through the night.

When Yan Yunhe's Qing Gong master taught him, he probably never thought that one day Yan Yunhe would use this skill to climb over someone else's wall.

Although Yu Mansion is old, it is not dilapidated.

Yan Yun didn't plan to stay for a long time, he just wanted to put down his things and leave.

But I heard voices coming from the dormitory, and someone came to see Yu Qin.

Yan Yunhe lifted up a tile and looked down. It was actually the imperial physician in the palace who was taking Yu Qin's pulse. A closer look revealed that the imperial physician was the Queen Mother's official.

Not long after, the imperial doctor put down Yu Qin's hand, left the prescription, and left the Yu Mansion under the guidance of the old servant.

Yan Yun heard that most of the prescriptions were precious medicinal materials, many of which were used by the royal family.

The Queen Mother was really willing to spend a lot of money, and she was really good at winning people's hearts. She almost beat people to death, and then spent a lot of money to treat them.

In comparison, what Yanyun He brought from the Hou Mansion was really not enough.

Just as Yan Yunhe was about to put the tiles back and leave, he saw Yu Qin getting up from the bed and walking towards the table with difficulty, looking like he was going to get a glass of water.

Don’t these slaves know how to put tea next to patients?

Why is there so few servants in the Yu Mansion? Can't they hire a few more?

Suddenly, Yu Qin's figure became unstable. He was holding the table awkwardly, his tea cup shattered on the ground, and he was about to fall down.

Yan Yunhe hurriedly flew down from the eaves and turned in the window. Before he could calm down, the golden knife struck.

Before the knife even came close to his body, the owner forcibly took it back.

Yu Qin suffered a backlash from this, and his face turned a little pale. He could only hold on to his body and frowned at Yan Yunhe.

Yan Yunhe took off the mask on his face and said angrily: "I...just came to see you."

He stretched out his hand to pour a full cup of tea that Yu Qin failed to pour out, and handed it over: "You are not Do you want some water?"

Yu Qin looked at the tea and then at Yan Yunhe.

Just when Yan Yun was thinking about it, this person was going to say some sarcastic words again, asking him to clarify their respective positions, and telling him to stop being so merciful.

However, Yu Qin reached out to take the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The hand that touched his fingertips was cold, but not as cold as that night.

There seemed to be a faint fragrance in the room. Yan Yun turned his head and happened to see a peach blossom that should not appear in winter.

In the porcelain vase placed by the bed, it bloomed brightly.