Under the leadership of Yan Shifan, Zhao Cunyi, the boss of Liuxinju, came to Yan Song's study room rather uneasily.
"Father, Boss Zhao from Liuxinju is here!"
After the two entered the study, Yan Shifan turned his eyes to Yan Song, who was sitting next to the desk and concentrating on reading, and reminded him.
"Well, I understand, go down!"
After listening to Yan Shifan's reminder, Yan Song reluctantly put down the book in his hand and immediately gave instructions.
"Yes, father!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Shifan bowed his hand to Yan Song and left the study.
He has other things to do next, which is to select the nine jars of the best quality pickles from the thirty jars of Liuxinju pickles that were sent, and let Yan Song send them to the Forbidden City.
After Yan Shifan left the study, Zhao Cunyi showed humility, knelt on the ground respectfully, and spoke.
"Young man, I have met Mr. Yan Ge!"
Perhaps because he was too scared, Zhao Cunyi, who was kneeling on the ground, was shaking all over, and even his words were trembling.
When Yan Song heard this, he glanced over Zhao Cunyi's body and confirmed to him unhurriedly.
"Well, you are Boss Zhao from Liuxinju, right?"
After hearing Yan Song's words, Zhao Cunyi's face became even more humble, and he responded repeatedly.
"Back to Mr. Yange, the young one is the shopkeeper of Liuxinju!"
After Yan Song listened to Zhao Cunyi's answer, he pondered for a moment and then gave instructions.
"Well, get up."
After hearing this, Zhao Cunyi felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He immediately supported his body with trembling hands and stood up from the ground. After that, he stood in place quite cautiously, not daring to make the slightest move.
At this moment, Yan Song's rather plain voice sounded in Zhao Cunyi's ears.
"Boss Zhao, I have something I need you to do. I wonder if you are willing to do it?"
As soon as Yan Song finished speaking, Zhao Cunyi's heart suddenly thumped, and he immediately responded without thinking.
"No matter what Mr. Yan Ge orders, the young one will go through fire and water without hesitation!"
After Yan Song heard Zhao Cunyi's answer, a smile flashed across his face and he comforted him.
"Don't worry, Boss Zhao, it's not a big deal!"
"When you go back later, you can let the wind out and say that the imperial court is currently considering holding an auction. At that time, the qualifications to sponsor the newspaper will be auctioned at the auction!"
After Zhao Cunyi listened to Yan Song's instructions, he was stunned for a moment, then realized and responded.
"Yes, Mr. Yan Ge, I will definitely take care of this matter!"
Before that, Zhao Cunyi was still worried about what Yan Song would do for him next. Who knew that in the end, it would be just such a small thing!
After Liuxinju became popular because of the newspapers published by the imperial court, those competitors who had previously looked down on him and ridiculed him, all tried to get information about this from Zhao Cunyi in a roundabout way.
But because Zhao Cunyi is so tight-lipped, they haven't gotten any valuable clues so far.
"When you go back later, let's spread this matter!"
Zhao Cunyi thought so and lowered his head deeply.
After that, Yan Song had no intention of speaking, but silently picked up the teacup beside him. Upon seeing this, Zhao Cunyi quickly asked Yan Song to say goodbye.
After Zhao Cunyi left, Yan Shifan, who was previously responsible for selecting pickles, walked in and respectfully greeted Yan Song.
"Father, the matter has been settled. The child has selected the nine jars of pickles with the best quality from the thirty jars of pickles sent!"
Hearing this, Yan Song nodded slightly and immediately gave instructions.
"Well, in that case, it's time for me to set off!"
After Yan Song finished speaking, he stood up from his seat tremblingly. Seeing this, Yan Shifan quickly stepped forward to help him.
In this way, with Yan Shifan's support, Yan Song got on the sedan and headed towards the Forbidden City. Behind the sedan was a servant carrying Liuxinju Pickles.
Shortly after Yan Song set off, Xu Jie learned the news from his subordinates and gave his evaluation without thinking.
"Humph, this Yan Song is really getting better and better. He actually wants to please His Majesty with just a few jars of pickles. What a wishful thinking!"
Having said that, after that, Xu Jie also started thinking: "By the way, what does Your Majesty like? Should I also take this opportunity to prepare some..."
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Forbidden City, Qianqing Palace.
In the end, Jiajing decided to temporarily move the palace from the Yangxin Palace to the Qianqing Palace. If one day he got tired of living there, he could just move it back.
Lu Fang had anticipated this situation before and was fully prepared.
Therefore, the moving efficiency was extremely high, and all the furniture that Jiajing loved was quickly moved to the Qianqing Palace.
Jiajing looked at the brand new Qianqing Palace in front of him, and couldn't help but thought to himself: "I might as well lay out the Spirit Gathering Array in the Qianqing Palace, so as not to run away in both directions!"
Just when Jiajing was about to take action, Lu Fang walked in with silent steps and reported to Jiajing.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Yan Ge is waiting outside Qianqing Palace!"
When Jiajing heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and immediately asked Lu Fang.
"Hasn't it already been announced? What does Yan Song want from me?"
Seeing Jiajing asking him for the specific reason, Lu Fang thought about it for a moment and then immediately responded.
"Replying to Your Majesty, Mr. Yan Ge personally brought you Jiutan Liuxinju pickles, saying that he wanted you to try them!"
After Lu Fang finished speaking, an inexplicable smile appeared on Jiajing's face. He immediately waved his hand and gave instructions to Lu Fang.
"Forget it, go there yourself and let him in!"
"As you command, Your Majesty!"
After Lu Fang responded, she immediately left the Qianqing Palace. Not long after, Yan Song entered the Qianqing Palace under the leadership of Lu Fang.
After Yan Song entered the Qianqing Palace, he knelt on the ground respectfully as before and said in a deep voice.
"I bow to your majesty, long live my emperor!"
Jiajing took his eyes away from Yan Song and immediately gave instructions.
"Well, get up!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
After receiving Jiajing's permission, Yan Song slowly stood up from the ground.
After that, Jiajing was seen stroking the dragon head carved on the dragon chair with his hand and asking.
"Yan Song, I heard that you came here this time to give me the pickles from Liuxinju?"
After Yan Song heard this, he thought about it for a moment and then responded respectfully.
"Your Majesty, I am here to deliver pickles to your Majesty."
"Boss Zhao from Liuxinju, in order to express his gratitude, specially sent thirty jars of pickles to Weichen's house. However, Weichen was really unable to bear so many pickles."
"Therefore, Wei Chen selected nine jars of the best pickles from these thirty jars of pickles, and specially sent them to your Majesty!"
After listening to Yan Song's explanation, Jiajing nodded slightly and continued immediately.
"Well, not bad, Yan Song, you are really interested!"
After hearing this, Yan Song's face suddenly showed gratitude, and he continued immediately.
"What a humble minister is today, all depends on His Majesty's support. What does a few jars of pickles mean?"
"Your Majesty's kindness to me, I can't repay. Your Majesty, please accept me's bow!"
(End of chapter)
