An Yan felt that Yu Jingtang was a little pitiful. His wife was secretly having an affair with someone else, and his daughter wanted to discredit him. He was obviously the powerful prime minister, but he couldn't control his own backyard.
He could tell Yu Jingtang everything about this. An Yan had only been in the prime minister's residence for three days and said that he had an affair with the prime minister's wife? How stupid would Yu Jingtang have to be to believe such rhetoric.
But even if he can get out of this matter, after arousing Yu Nian's hatred, his future life in the Prime Minister's Mansion may not be easy.
An Yan thought that it would be best if he could leave the Prime Minister's Mansion. Yu Jingtang would continue to support him in life. He could find a suitable opportunity to propose moving out when Yu Jingtang takes him to the Wenren Mansion tomorrow.
After all, it's time to talk about marriage, and it's normal to want to start your own business.
In the afternoon, An Yan lost interest in reading. He was thinking about the future in the yard. It was inevitable that he would suffer grievances when living under someone else's roof. He had to become stronger, but in such a world, is it possible to become an official?
He wanted to go find immortals and ask questions, but Xuantang territory strictly prohibited anything related to cultivation.
Towards evening, the maid Xiangyun came to call him to eat. The cook's skills were pretty good, and the food she cooked was delicious.
During the thousand years of Xuantang and Zuo, many cultures had developed to a peak, and the food was no less than Anyan's previous life. The exquisite meals at the prime minister's family banquet were something Anyan had never tasted before.
He also thought that if he became a monk and gave up grain, wouldn't he lose great pleasure?
Xunxian asked, if in order to eliminate the seven emotions and six desires, it is indeed better to become a mortal.
After dinner, An Yan felt a strong sense of sleepiness, and returned to the room in a daze, falling on the bed without taking a shower.
Late at night, An Yan suddenly woke up when he felt someone beside him. There was a warm feeling in his hand, and he touched it carefully and it turned out to be a person!
He got up and got out of bed instantly, and found that he was still wearing his underwear, and the man on the bed seemed a little frightened, and tightened the quilt.
"Who are you?" An Yan frowned. He looked around to make sure it was his own room.
The dark room was filled with dead silence. An Yan lit the lamp and used the light to see clearly the person on the bed. His hair was messy and he was not wearing any hair. He was holding a thin quilt in his hands to cover his upper body, and there was still a large amount of snow-white exposed.
"Master An..." The man spoke timidly.
An Yan was startled because the person on the bed was the maid he and Yu Nian had bumped into during the day who was delivering messages for the Jiang family!
Why is she here? !
Ming Lan was curled up on the corner of the bed. She had a pretty face. Otherwise, Wang Sheng would not have coveted her. At this moment, her big watery eyes were twinkling. She pursed her lips and said, "I hope Master An will not report this slave." , slave... I will obey you."
An Yan frowned, and his heart suddenly shook. He quickly walked to the door of the room and fastened the latch. Then he went to the bed and took out a dagger from under his pillow.
Stupid!
The cold light of the cold blade reflected Minglan's frightened face.
An Yan stared at her coldly: "You want to harm my reputation and destroy my reputation. Do you think I won't dare to kill you?!"
The Young Master An whom she met at the Prime Minister's Family Banquet was still a humble, elegant and gentle person. Before coming, Minglan felt pity for Young Master An.
She never expected that An Yan could be so cold and ruthless, directly holding a knife to attack him. She had never seen such a battle, and tears fell down in fear in her heart.
"No...Master An...I..." She was so frightened that she couldn't help but kneel down on the bed and beg An Yan for mercy.
The quilt covering her body slipped off, but An Yan had no intention of enjoying the spring scenery.
"Who asked you to come?!"
"Yes...it's the eldest lady..." Minglan was not a strict-mouthed person, otherwise she wouldn't have been threatened, so she told everything in a panic.
"The eldest lady, please come and ask this slave to come over... Go to Master An's bed... If you don't admit it, let me go to the master to report it. It was Master An who discovered Madam's secret. You used this to threaten me and make Madam commit herself." For you."
As Minglan spoke, tears started flowing down her face: "Master An, I don't want this slave to do anything. It's the eldest lady who forces me to do this..."
An Yan was upset and frowned: "Shut up!"
The dagger was shining brightly, and Minglan instantly became honest and did not dare to say another word.
An Yan's thoughts were swirling in his mind at this moment. He looked at the beautiful maid on the bed and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"
"...Minglan."
"Are you my aunt's personal maid?"
"The servant accompanied the lady to the Prime Minister's Mansion." Minglan said. Her identity was that of a dowry maid, and her status was considered transcendent compared to ordinary servants.
An Yan sneered: "If you listen to Yu Nian like this, do you know what will happen to you after the matter is exposed?"
Minglan shook her head in fear. She only knew that Yu Nian was the Xuanjia Guard, a demon who killed without blinking an eye. If she didn't obey, she would die. No one in Luoyang City was not afraid of the Xuanjia Guard, even the high-ranking officials were afraid of being killed. One day Xuan Jiawei came to the door.
"You set up connections between the Prime Minister's wife and other men. If my uncle knows about this, can he spare you?"
Ming Lan was already distracted at this moment. Her heart had not calmed down since she was interrupted by Yu Nian and An Yan during the day when she was delivering the letter. She imagined the day when everything An Yan said was revealed, her wife's fate and her own fate. .
Soaking the pig cage is very light, so I guess the master will not let her family go.
This made her feel endless fear, and she couldn't help but say: "Madam... Madam, she didn't really have a private meeting with other men..."
Minglan told Anyan about Jiang's correspondence with a scholar under a pseudonym, just to relieve her loneliness.
An Yan was equally surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that Jiang would like this kind of tone.
After some thought, Anyan put away the dagger, sat on the bed, and looked at Minglan curled up there, her tone softened a bit.
"If you don't listen to Yu Nian, you will die. If you listen to her, you will die in the end. Yu Nian wants to harm you, me, and my aunt. Now if you listen to me, the three of us will still have a way to live."
Minglan stared at An Yan blankly. They were both sitting on the bed. When she got closer, she suddenly smelled a strange fragrance from An Yan's body.
After Anyan was drugged and fell asleep, she also smelled the aroma when she climbed into Anyan's bed. At first, she thought it was the incense on the bed, but now she realized that it was emanating from Anyan's body.
Her mind was confused and suddenly she started to wonder if An Yan had any sachet with her.
An Yan saw the woman in front of him startled and frowned, "Are you listening?"
Minglan nodded in a daze. Master An wanted her to listen to him, right? If she listened to him, she would have a way to survive...
She said blankly: "Master An, I listen to you."
