The rise of the poor

Chapter 607
The sky has brightened, the sun has risen to the east, and the radiance is warm. This is the most comfortable time of the day, and it is not too hot.The warm sunshine leans on the red bricks and green tiles of West Chang'an Street, especially the cornices of the pavilions, adding poetry and elegance to West Chang'an Street under the sun.

On West Chang'an Street, from the direction of Xiyuan, a large sedan chair carried by eight people is slowly approaching.

The sedan chair covered by the curtain is simple and heavy, grand and introverted. There are maids on both sides of the sedan chair and guards with knives.

In the entire capital city, there are only a handful of people who are qualified to use eight sedan chairs. If the scope is narrowed down to this West Chang'an Avenue, the answer is almost ready to come out.

"Master Xiang is back."

"Master Yan is back."

"Old Yan Ge, it's really Old Yan Ge's sedan chair."

The people who lined up in front of the gate of Yan's mansion to deliver the greeting cards suddenly turned their attention to the sedan chair slowly approaching from the opposite side, and shouted excitedly.

On the one hand, Yan Nian, the official's family, directed the servants to maintain the order of the queue, and lined up the queue against the corner to free up the space at the door for Yan Song's sedan chair to enter the mansion; , Yan Nian trotted to the front to greet Yan Song.

"Master, you are back."

Yan Nian trotted all the way to the front of the sedan chair, stood still and bent over, welcoming Yan Song back home.

"Yeah." Yan Song hummed softly in the sedan chair. He was not in good spirits and felt a little sleepy. He was getting old, and he had been staying in Xiyuan to wait for the decree since he presented Qing Ci yesterday afternoon. note.It was already after midnight at this time, Xiyuan was locked and locked outside, and everyone couldn't go back to the house, so they could only rest in the value hut.The value house is relatively simple, far inferior to Yan's mansion, and Yan Song hardly fell asleep. For his age, it is really enough, so his spirit is not very good.

In addition, I didn't expect that in the end, it was Xu Jie's Qingci that won the first prize.Although Xu Jie is very docile and close to himself these days, he is still a little disappointed.

I am very optimistic about the Qing Ci in Donglou, it is much better than Yuan Wei's, and I thought it would be favored by the Holy One.It's a pity that Xu Jie's sentence "turn a tiger into a dragon and return to heaven" is too spiritual.

Xu Jie, an old boy, was lucky. He met a good young man in the main examination. His spirituality for Qingci was not weaker than Yuan Wei, and he was a good talent.

Of course, young people have some edges and corners. The newborn calf does not know the heights of the sky and the earth. If you beat him and give him a few hard times, young people who can distinguish the situation are not afraid of edges and corners, but they are afraid of lack of talent.

Xu Jie is a good example. Wasn’t it rough and angular at the beginning? After polishing it a few times, it doesn’t make sense to hold it in your hand now.

Yan Song sat in the sedan chair, thinking of Xu Jie's performance these days, nodded with satisfaction.

"Hurry up, open the gate and let the master go back to the house. Tell the back kitchen to prepare the ginseng soup." Hearing the exhaustion in Yan Song's tone, Yan Nian hurriedly trotted to open the way, ordered the guard on duty to open the gate quickly, and then ordered the concierge to let the back kitchen Prepare ginseng soup.

Soon, Yan Song's sedan chair arrived at the gate.

"The lower official has met Mr. Yan."

"This subordinate pays homage to Elder Yan Ge."

People queuing up at the door to vote for worship posts all paid homage to Yan Song's sedan chair.

"My master has been tired all night, let me go home first." Yan Nian stopped everyone who was saluting, and reprimanded the guards on duty to maintain order.

"stop."

Yan Song's voice came from inside the sedan chair.

Then the sedan chair stopped in front of everyone, and the maid waiting outside the sedan chair opened the door curtain of the sedan chair, revealing Yan Song's figure.

"Strict year!"

Yan Song called Yan Nian to the sedan chair, and said displeasedly, "We are guests from afar, and these are our Yan Mansion's guests. Is this how you treat our Yan Mansion's distinguished guests?"

"Master, you've been busy all night," Yan Nian explained.

"Okay, go and ask the back kitchen to prepare more tea soup to relieve the heat, and bring it out to moisten the throats of the guests." Yan Song waved his hand, stopped Yan Nian, and ordered the mansion to serve the people in line to relieve the heat. tea soup.

"I'm so moved. Mr. Yan holds a high position, but he is still so approachable and considerate of me everywhere."

"I am willing to die for my lord."

"The corporal is courteous and approachable, Mr. Yan really loves the people like a son"

All the people in the queue rushed to express their feelings and gratitude to Yan Song, and their emotions were very rich.

"Everyone is here, I am very happy. Compared with you, I am no better than you, but the age of my teeth is increasing. Now I have a British lord in Ming Dynasty, and I have princes under me. Yinggeyan dances, the country is peaceful and the people are safe. It is really a great blessing that is rare in a century. Prosperity. Gentlemen, you must not let down the good opportunity. You should work hard and believe that you will have a bright future. I am old, and I will have to look after you young people in the future."

After giving the order, Yan Song nodded to the people in line again, exhorting him, like a kind and responsible elder at home.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan."

"Thank you Lord Yan for your words"

"Your Majesty Yan has worked so hard, you really broke your heart for us."

"Master Yan is always strong and strong, sleeps long and sleeps all day long, and handles government affairs day and night. I admire you. Lord Yan, please go back to your residence to rest."

Under the excitement of the people below, they were moved again.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Yan Song nodded in satisfaction, and after a few words of persuasion, he returned to sit in the sedan chair and nodded to the attendant outside the sedan chair.

"Go back to the mansion." The attendant understood.

The sedan chair was lifted up again, and walked towards the gate of Yan Mansion.

Yan Song sat in the sedan chair and opened the curtains of the sedan chair, nodded to the people in line, and looked away from them.

Just as Yan Song was putting down the curtains, he was suddenly attracted by a piece of hard paper outside the sedan chair, or more precisely, by the words on the paper.

The backbone is open and hearty; the awe-inspiring righteousness is vigorous and powerful.

Looking at it, the word is like a cloud sail riding the wind and waves, as if it is about to break free from the back of the paper and roar out.

What caught Yan Song's attention the most was that there seemed to be a shadow of his own calligraphy in this font
"Yan Nian, bring that piece of paper over here."

Yan Song opened the curtain, pointed to the piece of paper on the ground, and gave instructions to Yan Nian outside the sedan chair.

Paper?
What paper?

Yan Nian was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to follow Yan Song's gaze, and then his eyes popped out suddenly, his brain buzzed for a while, as if he had been stabbed by a needle, he was completely stunned, and he was dumbfounded As if, with his mouth open, he said in a trembling voice, "No, no."

breeze blows
The piece of paper on the ground swayed gently

It's like laughing at yourself.

Yan Nian was dumbfounded, he couldn't believe his eyes, and an inexplicable fear floated in his heart.

(End of this chapter)