"Father, father?" Yan Qiyuan and Yan Keng just stood there blankly, seeming to have forgotten him, and couldn't help asking.
This cry brought Yan Keng back to reality.
"Bring me some money tomorrow to make amends to the people you bumped into. After you come back, you will be banned for three years and I will study the Tao Te Ching at home."
"I will ask the housekeeper to supervise you. If you dare not go, you will be punished."
The harsh tone was unprecedented, and Yan Qiyuan was so frightened that he froze in place. He had never seen his father so angry.
And Yan Keng didn't care about his reaction and just walked away. He was really tired of this bastard.
Compared with his eldest son Yan Jun, he is simply trash and harmful.
If this kid still doesn't repent after three years...
Yan Keng's eyes flashed sharply.
Let him make his own way in this world!
You are just a bastard!
Yan Qiyuan stayed where he was. It wasn't until Yan Keng walked away that he finally came to his senses and muttered a few words:
"Isn't it just that I bumped into a few stalls..."
"As for..."
…
Yan Keng went straight back to the study, walked to the desk, and took out a letter that he had kept close to his chest.
It was a letter from the South.
He sat down and read it carefully even though he had already read it.
"My brother personally declares:"
"Brother Yu is getting older, and his legs and feet are quite inconvenient. Fortunately, my nephew is getting older, and it is easier to leave the affairs of the house to him. Brother has recently learned Huang Lao's art, and has gained a lot, and he is in a natural mood. , but you have sharp ears and eyes, so don’t worry.”
"Don't worry about things in Ningbo. My brother and nephew are in charge of everything. The family has become more prosperous in recent years, and the city of Ningbo is under control."
"Nanhai Chen Su, who had lost all contact with us in the mainland in the past few years, sent a letter last month, saying that he was entrusted by his father in a dream. When he woke up, he felt guilty and was willing to return the power of Luzon. He only hoped to return to the mainland to pay homage to his father in the ancestral hall. , I have agreed, I think it is my father’s immortal method, Lu Song is worry-free.”
"Please take care of yourself, brother."
"Say hello to father for me."
Yan Keng sighed softly, stretched the letter to the candlelight, and watched it turn to ashes in the flames.
My brother is getting older.
How long can I sustain it?
After I left, this family...
well.
He let out a long sigh.
"what is troubling you?"
A gentle voice came from behind him.
Yan Keng didn't look back, he already knew who the owner of this voice was. He had been listening to this voice for decades and was already very familiar with it.
Since Yan Ling followed him to Beijing, he has communicated with him frequently. When he was unsure about many national affairs, he would go to Yan Ling to discuss them, and Yan Ling would also take the initiative to give him advice on some key issues.
The only person who could enter his room directly without the maid at the door notifying him was Yan Ling. This was the permission given to him by Yan Keng. The entire mansion was also speculating on the identity of this young man. Some people thought that this young man might be Yan Keng's illegitimate son, especially since the two looked very similar.
"Father." Yan Keng turned around with a bitter look on his face.
"What are you worried about?" Yan Ling repeated with a smile on his face. Coupled with his moon-white clothes, he looked very chic and relaxed. Who would have thought that this was a man who had lived a hundred and ten years? A nine-year-old monster.
"Father, the emperor is about to come of age." He looked downcast: "I'm worried that when he comes of age, he will be detrimental to the family. After all, I now hold the power of the court and am tabooed by the officials."
"I thought about giving up my position, but in recent years... I have arbitrarily decided many things, and some of them have made my officials dissatisfied... I dare not give up my power."
"Do you want to seize the throne? Do you want to...be the emperor?" Yan Ling suddenly lowered his voice and asked a question that had nothing to do with what Yan Keng said.
"Father, I have never had such thoughts." Yan Keng was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting his father to ask such a question, but he soon showed a wry smile:
"I just want to bring this dynasty to its peak and write my own reputation in the history of the world. As for the family's business, that will be at least tens or hundreds of years later. I really don't have any unintended intentions. "
"Even if I really do what Wang Mang did, the current family cannot resist the backlash from the world after replacing Zhu Ming."
Yan Ling smiled:
"In this case, you have only one way to go. Why do you hesitate? Emperor, why should you target the people who helped him take charge of the court when he was young? As long as the emperor stands firmly with you On the other hand, what do the ministers... mean?"
Three questions, like thunder, streaking through the darkness.
Yes, what are you hesitating about? What I insist on is to repay the late emperor's trust in me, isn't it to leave a name in history, to create a holy master and wise king for the Ming Dynasty, and to create a strong sanctuary for the family?
So, since the little emperor is growing up and the dynasty is becoming more and more prosperous, what worries does he have? As long as he is the kind emperor teacher and little emperor, he will always be that respectful student.
A little impeachment is just more useless memorials in the palace that are left unpublished, so what?
Giving up is also a kind of wisdom.
He saluted solemnly and said:
"Father, I understand!"
Yan Ling still looked relaxed and carefree, and said with a smile:
"Okay, it's okay. In two days, I will use my magic to help you. Don't worry about the orthodox emperor, everything is under control."
"My only request from you has always been to accumulate enough political resources and influence for our family through governing, and at the same time to protect our family to a certain extent, nothing else."
"After all, although your brother and I both hold high positions, I dare not form a party in the Hongwu Dynasty, and Jianwen Yongle Dynasty Ya'er has become a marginal figure again. We can only count on you."
"I am very satisfied with what you have done now."
Yan Ling saw that Yan Keng's frown began to relax, so he smiled and patted his shoulder:
"By the way, you set aside a place in the back house for me to live in, and no one else is allowed to come in."
"I have lived here for many years. If I continue like this, the servants in the house will soon discover that I have always been young. I don't want to keep pretending to be old." Yan Ling sighed softly. He had no choice but to, as an immortal However, identity is always an issue.
"Okay, Father."
Yan Keng responded immediately.
Looking at the accumulated wrinkles on his son's face and the unconcealed tired look, Yan Ling finally put away his somewhat cynical smile. He stretched out his hand, stroked his son's head, and said warmly:
"Keng'er, you've done a great job, you can rest now."
Yan Keng raised his head and met Yan Ling's tender eyes.
In an instant, his eyes were filled with tears.
Since moving north to Peiping, he has been working hard alone, fighting in this cold world, and finally shouldering the important responsibilities of the family and the court.
The pressure is unimaginable.
Now in Yan Ling's comfort, he felt the long-lost warmth.
This sixty-two-year-old man cried like a child.
Under the moonlight, an eighteen-year-old young man held a whimpering old man and stroked his white hair.
(End of chapter)
