Watching the Yan family's father and son riding out of the city, a young man who looked like a scholar was hiding among the hurried people in the market. The Lantern Festival is approaching, and the vendors in Jianglin City are shouting and selling. Lanterns, couplets, firecrackers, sacrifices and other items are all filled up the long street. The scholars are fair-faced and beardless, with faces like crown jade, wearing brocade clothes and fur coats. Wearing a cloak and a warm smile on his lips, the scholar would pick up the items sold by street vendors from time to time and play with them with a smile. Whether he was a young lady waiting to be married or a married woman passing by in the market, everyone was attracted by this long-haired young lady. Attracted by the scholar with a beautiful face, some young ladies who had not yet left the court hurriedly sent their servants to find out whose son this scholar was.
The scholar looked at the father and son of the Yan family who were walking away, with a cold smile on his lips, and walked towards the inner city of Jianglin, enjoying the sights all the way. When he came to the inner city of Jianglin, Qi Yunwei, the city guard, saw the scholar pacing and looking inside. Coming from the city, he raised his halberd in his hand and shouted: "Little scholar, this is the inner city of Jianglin. No one can enter."
The scholar showed a smile and said, "Sir, it will be the Yuan Day Festival soon, and students will come from their hometowns to visit their elders."
Qi Yunwei, the city guard, saw the scholar in rich clothes, elegant demeanor, and a warm smile. He thought to himself, could this be the nephew of a high official in the court? His harsh tone softened a lot: "This young master, this Jiang Lin Nei City is full of relatives of the emperor and important ministers of the court. If you come to visit relatives from your hometown, you may wish to tell the names of the elders in your family to the general, and the general will order someone to report."
"That's very good. I am from the north. My surname is Fan. My uncle's surname is Fan. He has been an official in the court for many years. I miss him very much. As the Yuan Day Festival is approaching, my family has sent students to visit and asked the general to do it for me. "Pass a message." The scholar spoke in a calm and calm tone, which made people feel comfortable.
When the general guarding the city saw that the scholar was polite and well-behaved, he was convinced. He also heard that he spoke frankly about the name of the right minister, and he was even more convinced. Qi Yunwei put down the horizontal halberd and said to him The scholar clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "Since he is the nephew of Prime Minister Fan, I will order someone to report it immediately, and please wait for a while."
The scholar smiled and said: "It's okay, general, please give it to the general and the guards as a small gift." After saying this, his white jade palm stretched out from his cloak, and his long fingers actually twisted a hundred taels of silver note and stuffed it into the guard. In the official's arms.
"This is a matter within the rank of a junior general. How dare you accept such a big gift from the young master?" The salary of the general guarding the city is only a few dozen taels a year. Seeing the huge amount of money in front of him, and the young master in front of him is the nephew of the right minister, I can't help but think Push the banknote back into your arms.
"The general led all the soldiers to guard the city gate strictly. The students admired it. Besides, it is freezing cold today. I would like to express my gratitude to my brothers. After changing the defense, I will buy some food and wine to warm up the body. I also ask the general not to refuse." The scholar said smiled.
"In that case, I have accepted it. Who is it? Go to Prime Minister Fan's house and report it immediately." Seeing that Mr. Fan's nephew was so polite, the general guarding the city stopped refusing. He stuffed the banknote into his arms with a smile and sent him the money. A sergeant went to Prime Minister Xiao's house to deliver the message. He was also afraid that the cold weather would freeze the scholar, which would offend Prime Minister Fan, so he invited the scholar to come to this place where the soldiers rested during their shifts to temporarily escape the cold wind. The scholar in Jinyi thanked him and followed the city guard general into the house to rest.
The sergeant received the general's order and rushed all the way to Fan's mansion.
Fan Mou didn't sleep last night, and today he watched the prince's fainting performance in Wan Xuexuan. He accompanied the imperial physician to take the prince back to the palace, and then returned to the palace to report to the emperor. After all this tossing, it was past noon. Not to mention that Fan Mou was an old man in his late sixties, even a young man who had not practiced martial arts was still very sleepy.
When Fan Mou returned to the mansion, the palace's steward Wang had gone north overnight. When the servants saw the master returning to the mansion, they hurriedly helped the master change his clothes and brought the lunch that had been prepared. Fan Mou held his chopsticks and looked at the delicacies in front of him, but he had no appetite. Today in Wan Xuexuan, the prince acted according to his own plan and left the errand of Wangli Villa to Prince Ning, leaving a gap between the father and son, the Holy Sage and Prince Ning. There was a small gap, but King Ning was smart. The Holy Emperor sent Yan Ruohai's son Yan Qingchuan to escort him on the trip. King Ning understood the meaning after thinking about it. If King Ning really subdues Wangli Villa and hands it over to the Holy Emperor, he is afraid that the prince's status in the Holy Emperor's heart will be shaken. He used the power of the Qing Rumor Officer to suppress the rumors about the prince in the court. He is afraid that in the Holy Emperor's heart, Already doubting myself.
When Fan Mou thought of this, he was so upset that he slammed his chopsticks on the table. The servants on the side thought that the lunch was not to his liking, so they hurried forward to clean it up.
How do the servants know what Fan Mou is thinking at this moment? The right minister is thinking about what the man in black said yesterday. If Yan Qingchuan escorts King Ning to the north, Butler Wang's nephew will ask him to restrain himself for a while. This fake tour of the Northern Jin Dynasty It was Wang Yan, the nephew of Butler Wang, who carried out the robbery of the people on the border. However, most of the wealth Wang Yan had plundered had gone into his own pocket. No matter who knew about this matter in the Northern Jin Dynasty, he The Qiyun court knew that the Northern Jin Dynasty was making money, but it could not save its own head. This time Prince Ning went north. How to cover up these things? Fan Mou's slender eyes flashed fiercely.
Just when Fan Mou was thinking about it, his subordinates reported that there were officers and soldiers guarding the inner city coming to report that his nephew was visiting from his hometown. Fan Mou was shocked. In order to sneak into Qiyun, the Northern Jin Dynasty made up a story for himself. The background of the northern border can be fictional, but there are actually people coming in the name of their hometown. His slender eyes moved slightly. Fan Mou ordered his subordinates to give a silver coin to the soldier who delivered the message, and then stood up and said: "Here comes, be prepared." car".
At the gate of the inner city, the soldiers on duty were all listening to the scholar in gilded clothes talking about how many beauties there were in the north, with fair skin and good looks. The soldiers usually practiced drills and were bored. They listened to the scholar talk about these things with great interest. Sometimes the crowd burst into laughter, sometimes they echoed.
The scholar in gilded clothes was laughing and joking with the soldiers who were about to change their guard. Outside the gatehouse, a soldier on duty knocked on the door and said, "Sir, Your Majesty heard that the young master came from his hometown to visit relatives, so he personally took the young master back to his home in a car."
After hearing what the soldiers outside the gate said, the scholar in Jinyi bowed his hands to all the soldiers and said meaningfully: "Everyone, students will return home with their elders. We will meet again someday."
A group of soldiers ignored these formal words, let alone the implication, and responded one after another: "Young master, go on your own. The younger ones will be on duty in a short while."
Saying goodbye to everyone, the scholar pushed out the door and entered the inner city corridor under the guidance of the city guard general. The corridor was dim and illuminated with torches. It can be seen that behind the inner city wall, the general held a torch to lead the way, and the fire was shining. The moving photo printed the face of the scholar Pan An at the back, but it did not reveal the longing light in the scholar's eyes. The warm smile at the corner of his mouth turned cold at this moment.
The little bits of light gradually grew bigger. At the end of the corridor was the inner city of Qiyun. At this time, a gorgeous carriage was waiting at the end of the corridor. On the carriage sat a man with a fine white beard. He lifted the curtain and looked at it. Fan Mou, the official right minister, Fan Mou. At this moment, I saw the guard of the corridor leading the city gate leading a scholar in rich clothes to walk through. The scholar was about to come out of the corridor, saluted to the general who led the way, and looked at him with a smile.
Fan Mou looked at the smiling young scholar in front of him. He was obviously smiling, but it made his back feel cold and he didn't react for a moment.
"Second uncle, I'm fine. We haven't seen each other for so many years. I'm afraid I don't remember my nephew anymore." The scholar in Jinyi said with a smile.
"Oh, yes, yes. Look at my second uncle's memory. You were only this tall when my second uncle left home, and now you are already this tall." Fan Mou was worthy of being Qi Yun's right minister. He was stunned for a moment and then He followed the Jinyi scholar's words.
"Yes, my nephew still looks like his second uncle in his prime, but now his beard and hair are much whiter." The scholar in gilded clothes raised his hands and saluted Fan Mou.
"Yes, yes, I am working for the imperial court. I have been away from my hometown for too many years. Now my beard and hair are all gray. I often miss the scenery of my hometown. Come on, come on, get in the car. When I came, I had already ordered my servants. I have prepared wine and food to welcome my nephew." Fan Moushi didn't know what kind of medicine the scholar in gilded clothes was selling in his gourd, but it was definitely not easy for him to swagger into Qiyun inner city to look for him, so he hurriedly greeted his 'nephew' Get in the car and wait until you get home to see what this person's intentions are.
"This is a great help to you, uncle, and I would like to thank the general for guiding you." When the scholar in Jinyi heard Fan Mou calling him to get on the car, he turned around and saluted the general who led him to the city, and then followed Fan Mou on the car. In the carriage, Fan Mou thanked the general who was guarding the city and got into the carriage. As the curtain fell, the carriage turned around and headed towards the Fan Mansion in the city.
"Prime Minister Fan really loves this nephew. It would be great if I had an uncle who was the right prime minister. At least I don't have to endure the cold every day to guard this city gate." The general looked at the carriage going away, his eyes full of joy. Envy, muttering in the mouth.
In the carriage, the scholar in Jinyi and Fan Mou were sitting side by side. The scholar in Jinyi was sitting on the brocade stool in the carriage, with his eyes slightly closed, looking confident, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed, and he was sitting facing the scholar in Jinyi. Fan Mou, on the other hand, was no longer the calm and composed right minister he had been before. Fan Mou stroked his three long gray beards, and his slender eyes kept looking at the scholar in brocade clothes in front of him, as if he wanted to see through this young man.
"Second uncle, have you seen enough?" The scholar in Jinyi still closed his eyes slightly and said softly.
"I haven't seen my 'nephew' for many years, so I want to take a closer look." Fan Mou knew that he couldn't be impatient at this moment, so he had to calm down and try his best to get a clue of his identity from the mouth of the scholar in gilded clothes. After many years of officialdom, let him Fan Mou still maintained a calm tone.
"My nephew has been working hard all the way, so he naturally wants to take a rest. It's not too late to talk about the relationship between uncle and nephew when we get to the second uncle's house." The scholar in Jinyi knew that although Fan Mou was calm on the outside, he was extremely flustered in his heart, so he said .
After hearing what the scholar in Jinyi said, Fan Mou had no choice but to keep silent.
The carriage swayed and finally arrived at Fan's Mansion. The driver said respectfully outside: "Master, we're here."
The scholar in Jinyi opened his eyes, smiled and supported Fan Mou's arm who was about to lift the curtain and get out of the car, and said with a smile: "Second uncle, you are old, let my nephew help you get out of the car."
