Wenren's Mansion is not as big as the Prime Minister's Mansion, but the layout of the mansion is also unique. There are a lot of flowers and green plants planted. The plants are luxuriant but not cluttered. There are dedicated servants who often repair them. The cobblestone-paved green paths are planted with various species. The feeling of being in a jungle.
"I didn't expect that Brother Yan is from my uncle's family." Wenren Jinping said with a smile.
An Yan felt a little uncomfortable hearing what she called him.
"I have just come to Luoyang not long ago. My family has fallen into decline, so I can only come here to seek refuge with Uncle Yu."
"Brother Yan is from Chang'an?"
An Yan had a smile on her face, and her heart moved when she heard this. This woman had investigated herself!
Yu Huanzhang told outsiders that he was from Chang'an. Wenren Jinping was not present at the time. It was possible that the news reached her ears because he wanted to pry.
"I'm from Yanzhou. Brother Huanzhang was worried that I would be looked down upon, so he said that I came from Chang'an." An Yan explained.
Wenren Jinping couldn't help but blinked and said with a smile: "That's his style of Yu Huanzhang."
"I am from a humble background, but Brother Huanzhang also thinks about me."
Wenren Jinping shook his head gently: "You can't choose your birthplace, so why should there be any distinction between high and low? Not all the children of high-ranking officials are good or bad, but even ordinary people can have outstanding figures who can make a name for themselves in the world."
"Miss Wenren has extraordinary knowledge." An Yan complimented politely.
Wenren Jinping smiled slightly when he heard this and said, "How come you were Sister Jinping just now and now you are Miss Wenren?"
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Compared with yesterday's poetry meeting, Wenren Jinping's red pomegranate skirt today looked a little more aura, making people feel less distant.
An Yan said without changing her expression: "Calling me sister seems like a seniority difference. It sounds far away."
Sister is obviously a term of endearment, so why does it sound so far away...
Wenren Jinping thought in her mind, and she thought of her father's words "temporarily calling him brother", and couldn't help but tremble in her heart.
There is nothing that can be changed about this title. If it can be changed, why not go in that direction...
If you call me sister, will you be far away from the relationship between a man and a woman?
Wenren Jinping thought a lot. She would not disobey her father's wishes. Even if her father asked her to marry a beggar, she would obey him.
An Yan was a bit unprepared for someone who showed no warning. She had no idea about his character and talents, and it seemed that she wouldn't be given any time to understand.
She pursed her lips and walked, feeling that An Yan seemed to know what the elders on both sides meant.
Did he know it today, or did he know it at the poetry meeting yesterday... I didn't care about this person earlier yesterday. Couldn't he have been looking at me with the eyes of his future wife.
Wenren Jinping suddenly felt a little feverish on his face, but soon became sad again.
She thought about Shentu Junshi, would An Yan be angry because she invited such a person...
He was thinking wildly all the way until yesterday's poem didn't feel like he was helping Yu Huanzhang out of trouble, but like he was helping himself out.
An Yan couldn't hear Wenren Jinping's response and couldn't help but feel strange. He thought he didn't say anything wrong. Could it be that this woman had some bad taste and wanted to hear him call her sister?
After passing through the green path, the scene suddenly opened up, with rockeries and flowing water, and a small arch bridge spanning a pond.
There are hundreds of fish in the pond, and they all seem to be swimming in the sky with no support.
When the two of them stood on the arch bridge, the colorful carps suddenly swarmed over. Wenren Jinping casually grabbed some bait from the maid on the side and sprinkled it. Under the clear sunlight, the water surface shone with colorful lights.
An Yan also caught some bait from the maid and fed the fish in the pond like her. Wenren Jinping glanced at him and said, "These colorful carp are sent from Lingzhou. My father is an honest official. Very few people give him gifts on weekdays, so this is a rare occasion because he wants me to like him."
Be an honest official...
An Yan was suddenly speechless. He looked at this huge mansion and wondered whether, Miss, you had some misunderstanding about the word "honest official."
If you are really honest and honest as an official, you will never have the spare money to attend a poetry meeting.
But he just thought about it in his mind. In An Yan's view, being honest didn't matter.
He could only echo: "Poor parents in the world."
Wenren Jinping was startled, suddenly raised his head to look at An Yan, and said blankly: "Brother Yan... you really speak well."
Only then did An Yanshi realize that what he just said was from the poem.
Wenren Jinping couldn't help but ask: "Yesterday's poetry meeting, Brother Yan seemed to be uninterested."
An Yan said: "I can't write poetry. Even if I am interested, I can only be a spectator."
Seeing that he still denied it, Wenren Jinping could only sigh inwardly, thinking that he was a person who did not want to be exposed, and most of these people were people of noble character, which made her impression of An Yan improve a lot.
But she smiled and said: "It seems that my poetry skills are not in my eyes."
An Yan slowly shook his head: "Miss Wenren misunderstood. Reciting poems and correcting them is really not my specialty."
Wenren Jinping continued with a smile and said: "So, Brother Yan has great ambitions and has no intention of pursuing poetry."
An Yan looked helpless and said, "If Miss Wenren insists on thinking this way, there is nothing I can do about it."
While the two were talking, several more figures walked over along the pavilion corridor not far away. An Yan glanced over unintentionally, but was surprised to see a familiar figure.
Wearing a large and simple Taoist robe, wearing a gauze scarf on his face, and holding a whisk in his hand, he has an extraordinary temperament.
Master Xuanyi!
"It's my mother." Wen Ren Jinping said softly.
This is the inner courtyard, so it is not strange to see the female family members of the Wenren Mansion.
"That person next to him is Master Xuanyi, the Taoist leader of Xuanzhen Sect." Wenren Jinping introduced to An Yan.
An Yan nodded lightly: "I have met the real person Xuanyi."
Wenren Jinping asked unexpectedly: "Brother Yan has just come to Luoyang. Do you know Master Xuanyi?"
"Just a quickie."
An Yan thought about it and said, "Since you are your royal family member, I should avoid you."
Wenren Jinping smiled and said, "You already call my father uncle. Shouldn't you come to see your aunt?"
After she said that, she walked towards the two men, and An Yan followed behind her.
"Mother, real person." Wenren Jinping bowed lightly and saluted the two of them.
Mrs. Xue was feeling strange that her daughter was actually in the inner courtyard of her house with a strange man, but when she saw the two of them walking toward her openly, she suppressed her doubts, nodded gently to Wenren Jinping, and looked at Xiang An is disgusted.
"An Yan has met Auntie and Master Xuanyi." An Yan also bowed solemnly.
"Brother Yan came here with Uncle Yu and is Uncle Yu's nephew." Wenren Jinping introduced.
Hearing that she was Yu Jingtang's nephew, Ms. Although her beadwork is not as stunning as Jiang's, she is still a beautiful woman with great charm.
Mrs. Xue looked An Yan up and down, then smiled and said, "My good nephew shows off his talents."
Wenren Jinping said: "Dad and Uncle Yu are talking in the front hall, and let my daughter take her tired brother around the house."
Mrs. Xue nodded and said, "It just so happens that the house has added new tea today, so I can take my nephew to try it."
An Yan thanked her and said, "Thank you, Auntie, for your kindness."
He then turned his attention to the female crown wearing plain clothes beside him: "We said goodbye in a hurry a few days ago, and I haven't even thanked Master Xuanyi for saving my life."
Seeing this, Mrs. Xue was surprised and said, "Do you know the real person?"
An Yan said: "When I came to Luoyang, I was robbed by robbers on the road. I luckily escaped with my life. After arriving in Luoyang, I fell into a refugee camp. Thanks to the mercy of Master Xuanyi, I was able to go to the city to see my uncle."
Encountered robbers, fell into a refugee camp...
This experience made both Xue and Wenren Jinping's hearts skip a beat.
Wenren Jinping looked at An Yan's expressionless expression and thought that this experience was too scary. He didn't mention it when he heard that he came to Luoyang to visit his relatives just now.
Master Xuanyi held a fly whisk in his hand and his voice was as cold as ever: "Almsgiver An, you are a blessing to people and gods. It's just a simple task for a poor Taoist."
An Yan said: "You saved my life with just a little effort. I will keep this kindness in my heart."
Under the half-transparent veil of Master Xuanyi, one could not see clearly what her face looked like, but it should be as solemn and holy as her voice.
An Yan also went to temples to burn incense and worship Buddha in his previous life. He had never seen any monks with such an aura as Master Xuanyi, which made people feel awe.
He read from the book that Xuanzhen Sect was the only sect allowed by Xuantang. The disciples of this sect practiced the Kung Fu of cultivating the mind and character. Master Xuanyi should have mastered this Kung Fu.
If it weren't for Xuantang's strict prohibition on spiritual practice, An Yan would really think she was a monk, just like what the refugees outside the city called her.
Fairy aunt!
Master Xuanyi stared at An Yan with eyes as clear as a pool of water, and suddenly said, "Donor An's body is too turbid. You should pay attention to recuperating your body in the future."
An Yan couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this. What does "turbid air" mean?
Could it be that there is something wrong with his body? He has been in a refugee camp for several days since he came to this world. His body has been malnourished for a long time and is now slowly recovering. He is afraid that he will contract some disease.
"Please ask the real person to enlighten me."
Master Xuanyi said to Mrs.
Mrs. Xue quickly ordered her maid to get paper and pen. They came to a pavilion in the mansion. Master Xuanyi sat on a stone bench and slowly wrote some names on the paper with a pen. An Yan took a closer look and guessed They should all be names of medicinal materials, but he didn't even recognize them.
Master Xuanyi said: "Recently, avoid eating grains and meaty foods. Go to the drug store to grab these medicines. Decoction them and take them once a day before going to bed. It only takes three days."
Don't eat grains, don't eat meat...
What else can we eat?
An Yan suddenly doubted the credibility of the real person Xuan Yi in front of him. Could it be that he was asked to drink northwest wind every day?
Now is the time when he needs to supplement his nutrition. According to Master Xuanyi's method, An Yan feels that he has to do something.
Master Xuanyi added: "If you feel hungry, you can eat more fruits and melons to satisfy your hunger. If you endure it for three days, the turbid qi will be purified."
Although he was suspicious in his heart, An Yan still put away the prescription solemnly and saluted Master Xuanyi: "Thank you Master!"
Mrs. Xue had been watching eagerly. After An Yan put away the prescription, she couldn't help but ask Master Xuanyi: "Master, do you think there is anything on my body that needs to be treated?"
Master Xuanyi stood up from the stone bench and said calmly: "Madam is very healthy and looks good. She doesn't need these."
After saying that, she looked at An Yan again, and An Yan's heart jumped inexplicably when she saw her quiet eyes.
"Alchemy donor, please remember the prescription for Pindao."
