On the carriage back, Yu Jingtang looked at An Yan and asked, "What do you think of this girl?"
"As rumored, he is both talented and beautiful." An Yan replied.
"Then are you satisfied with her?"
"My nephew's own conditions are far inferior to others, so he doesn't dare to be picky or greedy."
"What's wrong with your condition? Aren't you my nephew?" Yu Jingtang said lightly.
"..."
An Yan was speechless, it was indeed true. By marrying the prime minister, even a beggar could become a nobleman.
"Since you don't have any objections, I will send someone to hire you someday."
"It's all up to uncle's arrangement."
Yu Jingtang nodded lightly and said again: "There is a house next to Yunhu Lake. I have placed it under your name. If you have nothing to do these two days, you can go and have a look. Now you are the only one left in the An family. You should remember to continue As for the incense, we can move there when we get married."
An Yan took a deep breath, stood up and bowed, "My uncle is so kind and loving, but my nephew really can't repay him."
Yu Jingtang held up a hand and said calmly: "You don't need to repay the favor, I am repaying the favor."
As he spoke, he sighed softly, with a look of reminiscence on his face.
Yu Jingtang continued: "The house is fully equipped with servants, maids, etc., and there is no need to worry about food, clothing, and expenses. But after you get married, you will have to come to the prime minister's house often. The same is true for your two uncles. There is also a relationship between brothers of the same generation." We can all help each other in the future.”
"My nephew, please remember your uncle's instructions."
Yu Jingtang nodded in the end, stopped talking, and sat there with his eyes closed to rest.
This made An Yan hesitate in his heart, whether he should tell the other party about Yu Nian's story.
The Prime Minister's Mansion was so big, and it was all supported by Yu Jingtang, but it was too impersonal. An Yan felt sorry and unworthy of his uncle.
He looked at the cold-faced Yu Jingtang across from him, with a light flickering in his eyes.
To repay a favor, at least this is what you should do.
After returning to the house, An Yan said goodbye to Yu Jingtang and walked to the door of the courtyard where he lived, where he saw a figure pacing back and forth.
It was Minglan from the Jiang family. When she saw An Yan coming back, she immediately beamed with joy.
"An... Master."
She quickly regained her composure and ran towards An Yan in small steps.
"Master An."
After making sure that no one was around, An Yan said calmly: "What's wrong?"
"I've already told Madam." Minglan whispered.
"Madam, she wants to see you."
An Yan frowned when he heard this. What he was doing when they met at this time would give Yu Nian an excuse. What was this woman thinking?
Minglan continued: "Madam said she would like to discuss with you how to resolve this matter."
An Yan suddenly caught a glimpse of what seemed to be red marks under her collar, which were dazzling on her fair skin.
"Were you beaten?" An Yan asked calmly.
Minglan immediately shrank her neck and reached out to cover her collar more tightly. It was revealed that she had sent a letter for Madam, how could Madam forgive her so easily.
"Where is her lover?" An Yan asked again.
"Madam has already sent someone to send him out of the city!" Minglan said quickly.
An Yan frowned and said, "Just sending him out of the city? Aren't you afraid of him being taken back again?"
Minglan said blankly: "Master An, you mean..."
An Yan just looked at her coldly.
Minglan's heart skipped a beat and she quickly lowered her head: "I know this... I will tell the lady again."
An Yan felt that the ideas of these two women were too naive. He did not want to meet Jiang at first, but after thinking about it, he was afraid that they would do anything stupid again, so he mused: "Tomorrow afternoon, I will go to Yunnan." Lake tour.”
"Slave, please go back and tell Madam."
An Yan was about to leave when he found Minglan reaching out and grabbing his sleeve.
She stood there timidly, looking at An Yan with pursed lips, and whispered: "Master An, last night... I have never touched this slave before, and my body is still clean..."
She suddenly mentioned that she took the initiative to climb into Anyan's bed last night. At that time, she took off her clothes, and Anyan also looked at her from top to bottom, but Anyan didn't have any such thoughts at that time.
Is this woman trying to make herself responsible for her?
An Yan just pulled her sleeves and replied coldly: "Did I touch you last night?"
Minglan looked at An Yan's leaving figure, her eyes a little dazed. Master An's attitude did not make her feel angry or disappointed. Instead, she felt at ease. She did not expect Master An to be responsible for her. She only said this to tell the other party that she was innocent, so as to prevent Master An from thinking that she was a promiscuous person and that she would dislike herself.
Minglan didn't know where this feeling came from. She had been thinking about Master An all day long. She felt like she was going crazy. When An Yan saw him here just now, she felt addicted. The pleasure of being satisfied.
Master An...
An Yan was also thinking about Yu Nian and Jiang's affairs. His future seemed bright and beautiful, but the prerequisite was that the immediate matters must be properly resolved.
Back in the yard, Xiangyun and Zhenniang came to ask Anyan what she wanted to eat for dinner. Anyan suddenly remembered something and took out a piece of paper from her arms.
"Do you know all the medicinal materials on this?"
The servants in the Prime Minister's Mansion are all literate. The two girls looked at the prescriptions carefully and said, "Most of them are common medicinal materials, but I have never seen this 'Hong Kong Fruit'. Master An, are you sick?"
An Yan thought for a while, then called Zhang Quan and said, "Go and get some medicinal materials for me. Here is the prescription."
Zhang Quan took the prescription and walked out of the courtyard. An Yan said to Xiangyun and Zhenniang: "I won't have dinner. Send some fruits to my room."
Afterwards, An Yan went back to his room and read a book. He didn't go to Wentang Pavilion for the past two days and had already read several history books two or three times.
But the history of a dynasty is not a calm text. Every time An Yan reads it, he will have new feelings in his heart and gain a deeper understanding of this era.
After all, this is not an ordinary ancient time, but a world where mechanical technology and immortality coexist.
It's just that fire phosphorus is tightly controlled by the country and is only used in military industry and construction. It is still far away from ordinary people, which makes An Yan sometimes feel that this is an ordinary world.
The only fire phosphorus technology that can be seen on weekdays is the brass dragon lying on the palace, the black armor soldiers patrolling the city, and the gear device on the city gate.
More than half an hour passed, and Zhang Quan came back with several packages of medicinal materials.
"Master An, these are the medicines I took according to the prescription you gave me. Among them, the pharmacies near the Prime Minister's Mansion don't have this medicine. I went to the largest pharmacy in the city to get it, which delayed my efforts."
An Yan opened the paper bag containing the red persimmon fruits. There were three shriveled fruits lying inside, which were somewhat similar to persimmons. They were red and black. An Yan had never seen this before. She picked up one and smelled it. A strange fragrance rushed straight into his nose, and then he felt unusually refreshing, as if there was a cool air flowing through his body. This feeling was extremely comfortable.
He took a long breath and asked, "Did the person at the pharmacy say anything?"
"As I said, I read the prescription and said it was a prescription for nourishing qi and blood, so I gave me the medicine."
"Where's this red anchovy?"
"This...I didn't ask." Zhang Quan was a little embarrassed.
An Yan looked at the red anchovy fruit in his hand, pondered for a moment and said, "Let's make some medicine."
Xiangyun and Zhenniang followed the instructions and took the medicinal materials to brew them. They found the medicine pot early and started a fire and put in the medicinal materials according to the prescription.
However, not long after, An Yan was told that the water in the medicine pot could not be boiled no matter what.
An Yan walked over and looked at the red anchovy floating on the water, and suddenly reached out to pick it up. There was a huge fire under the medicine pot, but the water inside was still cool.
Could this be one of those rare spiritual fruits in the novel?
An Yan thought to himself, and felt that it was very possible. After all, it was the prescription prescribed by Master Xuanyi. Just smelling it made her whole body feel relaxed. She didn't know what effect it would have after eating it. Would it cleanse the muscles and cut the marrow?
He couldn't help but look forward to it.
After An Yan took out the red anchovy fruit, the medicine pot quickly began to steam.
As the sky gradually darkened, Xiangyun and Zhenniang entered Anyan's room carrying a bowl of prepared medicinal soup.
Those medicinal materials smelled nothing, but this bowl of medicinal soup was extremely pungent. An Yan sipped it and felt extremely bitter. This was the most unpleasant medicine he had ever tasted. Those who said Chinese medicine was unpleasant to drink in his previous life were not joking.
An Yan resisted and drank the bowl of medicine, then put the mango fruit into his mouth and chewed it raw.
This red anchovy looks shriveled, but its juice is unexpectedly rich, and it feels even more refreshing than eating mint.
But other than that, there was no other taste. There was no trace of bitterness, sweetness or saltiness in the whole stomach. An Yan wondered if he had just drank too bitter medicine, which caused his sense of taste to malfunction. He couldn't help but secretly thought that it was a pity.
Suppressing the urge to taste another one, Anyan took a shower and went to bed to rest.
He fell into a deep sleep, and he had a dream. He dreamed that he was in a bright world, surrounded by golden mist, just like the fairyland in the TV series.
He saw a soft light group approaching him and wrapping him up. He felt unprecedentedly comfortable, as if he was floating in the clouds...
When I woke up, it was already broad daylight.
An Yan stood up and stretched, feeling that all the fatigue on her body was swept away, and her whole body became lighter.
I drank a glass of water to rinse my mouth, and then went to the toilet. He had the habit of drinking water before going to bed at night, and it was just right for excretion in the morning.
But after standing for a long time, he didn't feel the need to urinate. An Yan thought that it must be the effect of the red anchovy fruit yesterday. If it was really a rare and valuable product that was beneficial to the body, he should buy more of it and take good care of his body.
An Yan was washing up when Yu Huanzhang came to the door again. He was dressed in expensive white clothes, but he didn't have any aloof temperament, and he spoke carelessly and informally.
"Hey! Brother Yan got up early today!"
"Brother Huanzhang came early."
"Hahaha, I came to look for you yesterday, but you were not at home, so I had to come earlier today." Yu Huanzhang said with a smile.
An Yan wiped his face for a moment. Yesterday he accompanied Yu Jingtang to Wenren's house. His marriage to Wenren Jinping was about to be finalized.
What about the brother Huanzhang in front of him who has always been obsessed with Wenren Jinping and had previously threatened to marry Wenren Jinping?
