That piece of jade!
An Yan immediately thought of this. No matter how he looked at it, it was too easy for people to think too much about giving away his daughter's things as tokens. Marriage on the fingertips is a common plot in costume dramas, and An Yan felt in her heart I have thought about this possibility too many times.
But An Yan is now living under someone else's roof and has no other talents. It can be seen from the uncle's reaction when he heard that he has never read a book that he is a little disappointed with himself.
Can the old friendship between Yu Jingtang and his "late father" alone allow this uncle to marry his daughter?
If there were some drama about breaking off the engagement in the end, he would be the one who would be embarrassed. It was not easy to stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but An Yan did not have such extravagant aspirations now.
Moreover, that Yu Wan seemed to be no longer alive.
Yu Nian's cold figure flashed through An Yan's mind again.
Yu Jingtang looked at An Yan's silence and asked, "What?"
An Yan looked embarrassed: "Thank you uncle for your kindness, but my father has been dead for less than a year..."
Yu Jingtang gently stroked the goatee on his chin and said happily: "It is a good thing to abide by filial piety. It is good if you have this intention. There is no need to stick to the rules. Your father Guanglie is not a pedantic person. Since he entrusted you to me , and also hope that I can take good care of you."
An Yan could only say: "But I will obey my uncle's orders."
Yu Jingtang then said: "My close friend has a girl who is quite talented and well-known in Luoyang. Her appearance and talent are excellent, and she is more than suitable for you."
An Yan: "..."
Yu Jingtang continued: "This woman is extraordinary, but she also has a high spirit. You need to study diligently to avoid being looked down upon by her."
"Nephew, remember this," An Yan responded.
Yu Jingtang nodded with satisfaction and said, "Go back now. I will take you to visit your future father-in-law's house in two days."
He originally wanted to take an examination of Anyan's knowledge in school, but seeing that he had never read any books, he had to give up.
An Yan heard Yu Jingtang's words and understood that the matter had been finalized and there was no need to ask the woman what her opinion was. But thinking about it carefully, it was not always easy for the prime minister to do anything he wanted to do.
When he retreated to the door, he suddenly heard Yu Jingtang's voice again: "There is a family dinner tonight, don't be absent."
An Yan paused, looked at Yu Jingtang who was picking up the book in the room, and bowed.
"My nephew has taken note of it. My nephew is resigning."
"Yeah." There was only a bland response.
An Yan could feel Yu Jingtang's special care for her. It seemed that Yu Jingtang had a close relationship with his "late father", otherwise he would not have given his wife away the day after they met.
This is also a relatively good sign for An Yan. As long as his identity is not exposed, his future treatment will not be bad.
It was still early, and An Yan was about to go back to his residence to have something to eat, but was surprised to find someone at the door of the courtyard where he was staying.
Yu Nian.
Her dress today is still neutral. She wears a plain white close-fitting long coat with fine material, which makes her slim figure. There is a golden embroidery pattern on the collar, but the collar is closed too tight, and there is nothing under her fair and beautiful neck. Not visible.
"Miss Yu." An Yan greeted briefly.
"Yes." Yu Nian's tone was calm and her attitude was as cold as ever. Her coldness was very aggressive and made people unable to get close to her. If you want to take the initiative to get closer to such a person, you will be hostile.
"What did he say to you?" Yu Nian asked.
"Uncle just cared about me."
An Yan's eyes flew across Yu Nian's face. This face was exquisite and had no flaws at all, but it was just too uncomfortable to be stared at by those cold pool-like eyes.
"Didn't you say anything else?" Yu Nian asked again.
An Yan pondered for a moment, not knowing what she cared about...
"Uncle is concerned about my marriage."
When Yu Jingtang asked him about his marriage at first, he also thought about Yu Nian. If he really had any engagement made by the previous generation, then if Yu passed away tonight, would it be possible for Yu Nian to be promised to him.
Of course, he could only imagine this kind of whimsical thought in his heart. Although Yu Nian was extremely beautiful, such a woman was too difficult to control.
"What did he say?" Yu Nian asked again, and An Yan noticed that her breathing suddenly tightened.
"My uncle arranged a marriage for me and said that the other party is a talented woman."
Yu Nian frowned immediately: "Is this the only way?"
Didn't she give the answer she wanted... An Yan thought to herself.
This Yu Nian didn't seem to have a harmonious relationship with Yu Jingtang. He didn't hear Yu Nian ever call Yu Jingtang a father or something like that. He was always replaced by "him", and he even called him by his first name.
"My uncle also said that the woman is the daughter of his best friend."
Yu Nian was a little surprised. Looking at An Yan in shock for a while, he couldn't help but say, "You are lucky."
An Yan asked: "Miss Yu, do you know who the woman uncle mentioned is?"
"The entire Luoyang City knows." Yu Nian said slowly.
An Yan couldn't help but click her tongue: "Is it so famous?"
"The only person who can be called his close friend, Yu Jingtang, is Wen Ren Yun Jian, the Minister of Rites in Luoyang City, and Wen Ren Yun Jian only has a daughter, Wen Ren Jin Ping, who is said to be both talented and beautiful."
Judging from her name, this woman is truly extraordinary. Not only is she of noble birth, she is also excellent in her own right.
Such a woman, Yu Jingtang, just promised her to him?
An Yan suddenly felt like a dream.
Then Yu Nian suddenly asked: "Didn't he mention anyone else?"
"What is Miss Yu referring to?"
"The origin of that piece of jade."
"Uncle didn't mention it." An Yan shook his head.
Yu Nian frowned and said, "Why don't you ask? Didn't I tell you... about that piece of jade?"
An Yan was also very curious about Yu Wan, but he also remembered the warning from Wang Gui, the manager of the prime minister's palace. He kept in mind the four words "be careful in your words and deeds". Curiosity can kill the cat.
An Yan said, "If Miss Yu wants to know something, why not ask your father in person?"
Yu Nian stopped talking. Instead, his eyes became a little colder, staring at An Yan closely, and finally turned around and left.
Watching her leaving back, An Yan thought in her mind.
No matter what Yu Nian was involved in this night, he wouldn't ask if people didn't bring it up to him. The prime minister now calls Yu Nian the eldest lady. Isn't it because someone wants to cover up some things from the past?
Why should he do something that others don't like?
Compared with Yu Wan, what he cared about now was the fiancée he had never met.
Wenren Jinping.
I don’t know what kind of person he is under the comment that he is both talented and beautiful, and whether he has any desire to be beautiful.
For no reason, An Yan thought about whether the real person Xuanyi she had met at close range yesterday before entering Luoyang was also a beauty.
After breakfast, An Yan let his servant Zhang Quan lead him around the Prime Minister's Mansion. The Prime Minister's Mansion was so big that An Yan spent nearly an hour just in the outer courtyard.
In the outer courtyard, An Yanjian met many people who were not dressed as servants. These should be Yu Jingtang's student retainers. Some of them would take the initiative to greet An Yan when they saw him.
Most of the Prime Minister's disciples are in the official career. Some are serving under the Prime Minister, while others have just gained fame and have not filled up the real vacancies and are temporarily living in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
These people were all refined and polite, and were very polite when facing An Yan. The people who came in and out of the Prime Minister's Mansion wearing fine clothes were not ordinary people, and they did not dare to neglect him casually.
After walking around the Prime Minister's Mansion, I saw a lot of scenery and people.
An Yan sat in a pavilion to rest. A gurgling stream meandered beneath the pavilion. The sides were paved with many pebbles, and bright flowers and plants were planted on the bank.
An Yan lamented that the life of the rich was really luxurious, and every detail in the prime minister's mansion reflected this.
Just like the lamps hanging on the eaves of this pavilion, there are exquisite and beautiful tassels hanging below.
"Is there a place to read in the Prime Minister's Mansion?" An Yan asked after thinking about it.
"There is Wentang Pavilion, which is a favorite place for Prime Minister's disciples to go on weekdays."
"Then let's go."
An Yan walked through the Prime Minister's Mansion for a long time under the leadership of Zhang Sheng, and came to a gateless courtyard, where he saw a two-story attic from a distance.
"Master An, if you want to read, just go to Wentang Pavilion. Tea and food are provided there, but servants cannot enter. I will wait for Master An here."
At the door of Wentang Pavilion, there was an old man with white hair and beard, sitting on a wicker chair with a book in his hand, shaking his head and mumbling.
"This is Mr. Lin. He was a member of Luantai House when he was young. After becoming an official, he stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion and was responsible for managing Wentang Pavilion."
This old man was one generation older than Yu Jingtang. An Yan walked over and saluted, but Mr. Lin just raised his eyelids and said, "You look so strange. In what year did you become a Jinshi?"
Zhang Sheng explained respectfully: "Mr. Lin, this is the nephew of the prime minister, Master An, and he is not a guest of the house."
When Mr. Lin heard this, he just said "Oh", then had no other reaction and continued to read his book.
An Yan didn't hesitate and bowed again before turning around and walking towards the attic.
At this time, Mr. Lin said again: "Take care of the book when you read it. If you want to borrow it, record it here."
Walking into the door, An Yan smelled a strong aroma of books and ink. Just like the library in his previous life, Wentang Pavilion also provided special reading seats, and on the other side were neatly arranged mahogany bookshelves.
The first floor was very quiet. There were about a dozen people reading here. An Yan went straight to the bookshelf and started browsing on it.
Poems and music scores are probably the most frequently read, and the mahogany bookshelves here are polished by the touch.
An Yan was not interested in these, so he came to a bookshelf with history books, briefly selected them, and took out one.
The characters in the book were close to traditional Chinese characters. An Yan knew most of them, so he found a quiet seat and sat down to start reading.
The nine states of the Xuantang Dynasty were established for thousands of years.
A look of surprise soon appeared on An Yan's face. The history of this world was far more bizarre than he imagined.
Thousands of years ago, the ancestor of the Tang Dynasty pacified the troubled times, established the Xuantang Dynasty, and forced the Immortal Qin and Mang Han to surrender to the Xuantang Dynasty and pay tribute every hundred years...
An Yan was so absorbed in reading that the only sound left was the turning of the pages. When he finished reading the whole book, he felt indescribably melancholy.
The nine states of Xuantang, the ten lands of Immortal Qin, the four seas of Chiming, and the eight wildernesses of the wild man.
There is only one continent in the world, which is extremely vast, and the land is divided by three countries.
Immortal Qin in the northwest, the country of monks!
The wild men in the southwest are also a country of monks!
The continent is surrounded by sea and is divided into four sea areas. There is no unified political power there, but there are also monks everywhere.
Only Xuantang, which occupies the eastern part and has the smallest land area, is a country that strictly prohibits practice.
However, Xuantang's national power far exceeds that of the other three countries, and it has to accept tribute from them every hundred years.
This kind of thing seems very ridiculous. When can mortals stand on the head of immortal cultivators?
But this is indeed the case. The foundation of the Xuan Tang Dynasty was Shen Ji Shu and Xuan Jia Shu.
The brass dragon lying above Luoyang City...
Chang'an Heavy Industry, Luoyang Iron Armor, the God of Guo Zhenguo, the Holy Soldier of Jiuzhou!
An Yan couldn't calm down for a long time. He thought this was just a strange ancient world, but he didn't expect that there were monks in this world.
Xunxian asked, immortality...
Isn’t this what everyone desires? Why did Xuantang strictly prohibit spiritual practice, and was extremely hostile to the monks, calling them demons? In the second half of the history books, the records about Xian Qin had become demon Qin.
An Yan put the history book back in its place, then picked up another one and read it carefully.
At the intersection of Xuantang, Xianqin and Manghan on the mainland, there is an Optimus Stone Pillar, which separates the three countries. An insurmountable barrier appears on the borders of the three countries.
Optimus Stone Pillar is called the Three Realms Pass. Every year during the tribute period, the envoys of the Immortal Qin and the Manghan will pass through there.
There are only a few words recorded in the history books, and many things are not described in detail. The existence of the Three Realms Pass completely isolated the monks from Xuantang.
The so-called immortal cultivators and demons are also legends and stories. Although they are indeed recorded in history books, people cannot see them.
An Yan flipped through many history books here, but most of them described the history of Xuantang itself, and very little about everything outside and what happened thousands of years ago.
An Yan moved to another bookshelf and found a book on military machinery with pictures on it.
This is a literacy book that briefly introduces some mechanical and military industries.
The reason why Xuantang was able to develop such technology was because there was a special ore called fire phosphorus unique to Xuantang. Just a small piece of fire phosphorus as big as a fingernail contained a huge amount of energy that could destroy a town. energy.
A man named "Shi Gan" invented the burning kettle, which is somewhat similar to the steam engine in Anyan's previous life.
Since then, Xuantang's technological level has been advancing rapidly and out of control.
An Yan was watching intently until a voice suddenly rang in his ears.
"Is it Master An?"
An Yan woke up suddenly and turned to look at him.
"Master An, it's already midnight. Your servant is waiting for you outside."
An Yan looked at the sky and realized that so much time had passed before he knew it. He felt hungry as he hadn't eaten lunch.
He had to attend Yu Jingtang's family dinner later, so the servant called him at the right time.
He picked up the two books on the table and walked out of Wentang Pavilion.
"Make a record if you borrow it."
As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, An Yan heard a voice. It was Mr. Lin, who was still sitting there.
An Yan put the book on the table, picked up a pen and wrote his name on the register nearby. While writing, he thought about how to write.
"Like reading history?" Mr. Lin glanced at the two books on the table and asked more.
After writing his name, An Yan put down his pen and chuckled: "Reading history makes people wise."
After saying that, he picked up the book and left directly with Zhang Quan. Liu Lin sat there in a daze.
"Reading history makes people wise..."
He kept mumbling these words, his old eyes getting brighter and brighter.
