The more he saw Yan Fuguang getting along with his three sons, the more uncomfortable Emperor Xihe felt.
He is not a good father, but his son is.
Sadness and joy mixed in his heart. When he arrived at Hemingyuan, he quietly waved Brother Lan to his side and asked, "Does your father play with you like this on weekdays?"
"As far as Grandpa Huang is concerned, yes."
In fact, there is no need to ask this question. Emperor Xihe understood it when he saw many inappropriate but warm and lovely small objects placed in the study.
He did not ask Yan Fuguang to go back immediately to run errands. "Come back when you have rested. I have given them a salary, so they won't all have to eat."
"As long as you understand." Yan Fuguang twirled his fingers and looked far away, "Da Yan can't rely on me alone. It's impossible to go further by relying on one person. If my father doesn't have extra energy, Why not focus on selecting talents?" It's better than being fooled by Queen Xu and Yan Xianzhi working together all day long.
Emperor Xihe felt guilty: "That's the truth."
His vision is not as far-sighted as that of Yan Fuguang, and he always thinks that the present is better than every minute, but hasn't decades of experience reflected his failure? The farther back we go, the smaller the space left for the entire country to survive.
Dayan failed to thrive in his hands, and he hoped that at least after his death, the business left for Yan Fuguang would not be so bad.
Yan Changfeng watched helplessly as Emperor Xihe, who had not picked up his pen to read the memorial for a long time, became industrious after returning from a trip to the Prince's Mansion. He blinked and realized that it was not a dream.
After getting off duty, Yan Changfeng came to visit with a bottle of wine.
Yan Fuguang, who had just finished handling the letter, wanted to go to Jinxiyuan immediately, but was told by Fang Jinbao that his second brother was here.
"Third brother, have you eaten?"
It was obvious that he was here to get some food, but at least he got the wine.
Yan Fuguang raised his hand and ordered: "The dinner will be placed in Hemingyuan. Someone else will go and tell your Master Wei."
Fang Jinbao lowered his head and said, "Yes, I will go right away."
Yan Changfeng smiled gently and poured the wine in an elegant and casual manner. He pushed the wine cup in front of Yan Fuguang, "Thank you, third brother."
Yan Fuguang drank the glass of wine and asked him, "What do you want from me?"
If nothing happens, who wouldn't want to go back home as soon as possible? After all, there are still people waiting in the house.
Yan Changfeng smiled awkwardly: "It's okay. I'm looking for someone to have a drink with."
As for why he thought of Yan Fuguang, it was because Yan Qingzhou was a big talker and he didn't dare to reveal his heart in front of him. It was the time when Yan Qinghuai and his wife were busy and sweet, and he couldn't disturb them.
Yan Fuguang squinted his eyes and looked at him for a while, and he saw a lot of fatigue in Yan Changfeng's eyes.
He knocked on the table, thought for a moment and then asked: "You don't want to go back home?"
Yan Changfeng answered with difficulty: "A bit..."
Originally, he thought that Yan Fuguang, who was also a man, might be able to understand him a little bit, but Yan Fuguang didn't.
Yan Changfeng was bombarded by all the strange words that stabbed his heart. He heard Yan Fuguang say, "You don't want to go back home, do you want to raise a wife?"
"No!" Yan Changfeng denied decisively.
Yan Fuguang picked up the small ruler specially prepared for the three Lan Geer brothers on the desk, and stroked it repeatedly, which made Yan Changfeng's palms ache.
"No? If you don't want to raise a foreign wife and don't want to go back to your home, that's just because you're tired of it. What's the problem? Just make peace with her."
He was always impatient to persuade anyone. Anyway, he had to live well or let people go. The daughter of the Minister of Rites, she has been talented since she was a child and has been favored by her family. It is not difficult for them to accept divorce.
Yan Changfeng turned pale with fright, "I didn't mean that."
Lin Shuxian could indeed live without him, and she would live a more carefree life. As long as Yan Changfeng thought of this, he couldn't restrain his fear and fear. He will never be separated from Lin Shuxian, even if they die, they will die together.
No? Yan Fuguang is even harder to understand.
"I just don't know how to face her." Yan Changfeng has been talking to Concubine Chen for Lin Shuxian, but Concubine Chen is determined to ignore her. He has no choice. Every time he goes home and sees her, the guilt in his heart disappears no matter what. No.
Love, love, seems to be a matter between two people, but in fact it is not.
"I don't know how to face her?" Yan Fuguang repeated, thinking for a moment, "Then what did you do for her? When you don't know what to do, just be kind to others wholeheartedly, and you can't go wrong."
Yan Changfeng was startled.
hypocrite! He cursed himself mentally.
"Thank you, third brother, for your advice!" Yan Changfeng stopped drinking and had no dinner. He was going to buy a gift for Lin Shuxian.
Yan Fuguang put away the jug of good wine and treated him as an emotional strategist. How could he bring such a small amount with him?
"Fang Jinbao! Go to Prince Qi's Mansion tomorrow to collect tuition for me!"
He strolled to Jinjiyuan, and Lan Ge'er and the others were chattering in Lu Qing's ears about seeing Emperor Xihe in the mansion today.
Brother Lan was very defensive: "My father is very tired, and Grandpa Huang still bullies him. When I grow up, I want to help my father!"
Brother Yu was extremely emotional: "Father, I'm so pitiful..." He imitated Lu Qing's coaxing tone when he was sick.
Brother Ninth was extremely irritable: "I quit! Go home! Mother!" Anyway, he saw that his mother had a lot of banknotes, and the elder brother said that he could buy endless candied haws.
Lu Qing: "..."
Do you want to hear what you are saying?
Yan Fuguang stood at the door and listened for a while, then couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I didn't support you in vain."
He is not a good son, but his son is.
Lu Qing rubbed his head, which was buzzing from the noise, and saw a scene of bamboo-green robes from the corner of his eye.
"Your Highness?" She seemed a little confused, "Didn't you say you wouldn't come over first?"
Yan Fuguang sat next to her, gently hugged her wrist and rubbed it, and replied: "Second brother, he comes and goes in a hurry."
He whispered something in Lu Qing's ear: "He is so confused at his age that I almost hit him with a small ruler."
Lu Qing was infected by his mysterious movements and asked in a low voice, "Why?"
"He deserves to be beaten. He moans and groans all day long."
Instead of spending all the time struggling, it is better to be nicer to Lin Shuxian and share her worries more so that she will not be angry with Concubine Chen and be cautious in front of him.
Lu Qing agreed with Yan Fuguang. Yan Changfeng was too ungrounded and some of his ideas were too naive, which led to Lin Shuxian suffering alone.
She had a flash of inspiration, her Highness was not easy to fight, but Lin Shuxian could.
She put the long, strong, luminous ruler into a box and ordered her servants to send it to Lin Shuxian.
