The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 40 The rain is coming
After the Double Ninth Festival, there was no news about Wen Zhehan, as if the conversation that day did not exist.

Wen Zhemao seems to have settled down recently. Recently, I haven't heard of any wife, young lady, son or brother who has a headache and needs to close the house or go to a remote courtyard to recuperate.

There is peace in the court, and the gossip from the adults from the Ministry of War is that every day, either this department has insufficient budget, or that department has not performed well recently.

To be honest, there were one or two major events, but they were all commonplace during this period.

One is the long-standing debate about establishing a reserve, and the other is the fact that after Li Xian was dismissed, the position of Minister of the Household Department was vacant.

But as usual, the two families are opposed to each other, each insisting on their own opinions, and the neutral party is in the middle of the mud, and finally nothing happens.

Everything seems to have returned to the past, and all the turmoil in the past three or four months has never happened, and has been forgotten either intentionally or unintentionally.

Kangducheng is still thriving, and the conversations of idlers in teahouses have also changed from current affairs and politics to parents' gossip between distant relatives and neighbors.

Everything seems to be developing in a good direction, even the Zhenxihou Mansion, which has been dull for half a year, has added laughter recently.

Since talking with Yan Qin, these days, apart from going to the Ministry of War to report back to Beijing on the movements and arrangements of this part of the Yan family army, Yan Qing has been guarding Yan Qin every step of the way, even eating and sleeping. Chin's.

Even Yan Qin laughed at the fact that the longer she lived, the more she became clingy, and she joked that she was annoying.

Yan Qing just laughed, tired of her acting like a baby, which made everyone in the room laugh secretly, feeling much relieved.

Since Hou Ye and Shizi left, the mansion has been immersed in a state of sadness and tension.

Although Yan Qing's behavior is a little abnormal now, it seems that he has finally come out of it. Naturally, everyone is relieved, and there is even a little more joy on their faces.

Such relaxed days lasted until Yan Kangping's body was transported back to Kangdu.

Yan Kangping's body was brought back by Liu Zhao from Jingzhao Mansion. In the cooler autumn, the corpses sealed in two thin coffins were already stinking.

After seeing the person, Yan Qin sent people to the best coffin shop in Kangdu City, ordered people to make two sets of thick coffins, and asked people to clean up the remains of Yan Kangping and his wife, and set up a coffin shop in the south of the city. After leaving the mourning hall, he handed over a post to Su Wang's mansion, asking Yan Ling'er to return to the manor to guard the spirit.

Yan Qin was busy with Yan Kangping's funeral, Yan Qing didn't get tired of her anymore, after returning from the Ministry of War, he confirmed that it was indeed Yan Kangping and his wife who died, so he went back to his yard with serious eyes.

Shanhaiju, in the study.

Yan Qing closed the door, stared at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall for a while, and then said: "During these days, can you understand?"

"almost."

Someone in the dark answered, it was a woman's voice, "Although it can't be said that there are ten images, it is enough to deal with it."

Yan Qing frowned, turned to that person, and emphasized word by word: "What I want is not just to deal with it!"

The man in the dark scoffed, and muttered: "Are you still worried about my ability? I have been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and you are the first one to see through my real body."

As he said that, the man changed the subject again, "Let's make an agreement, this matter is over, and I won't owe you anything."

"Naturally." Yan Qing nodded.

"Success! Then I will withdraw first."

The man disappeared while speaking, but Yan Qing whispered behind him, "Yin Shiniang, don't die."

Yin Shiniang sneered, without turning her head: "Stop fucking cursing me!"

After a soft sound, the study returned to silence again.

Yan Qing took one last look at the Wu'an Territory Map hanging on the wall, paused for a moment on Beijiang, then turned and left Shanhaiju.

In Qingshu Courtyard, the Yan Qin family had just arranged all the matters concerning setting up a mourning hall for Yan Kangping and his wife, and was writing a letter to Yan Ling'er, when he looked up, he saw Yan Qing walking in.

"Why don't you stay in your room?"

Yan Qinshi put down her pen, took the silk cloth from Mo Zhu, cleaned her hands, stepped forward and pulled Yan Qing to sit on the couch, "Heal only when you are hurt, don't meddle in these things these days. If you get the smell of a corpse, you will have to suffer if something happens later."

Listening to Yan Qin's rebuke, Yan Qing didn't refute her, but just laughed.

How could she be so coquettish when she walked over the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood?
But Yan Qin is happy to see her squeamish and clingy like a child, as if she wants to make up for the time when Yan Qing was not around for more than ten years.

Yan Qing also followed her, but Yan Qin felt a little helpless: "You!"

Yan Qin gave her a glaring look, shook her head, then turned to call Mo Zhu, "Get the letter here."

Mo Zhu took the letter paper hanging on the table and showed it to Yan Qing for review.

After reading the contents of the letter, Yan Qing lowered his eyes, clenched Yan Qin's hand, raised his head again and said to Nanny: "Mama, do you have corn porridge today?"

"Yo! Look at my memory!"

When Nanny Qi heard Yan Qing's words, she immediately slapped her forehead, "The old slave will go and give orders."

After saying that, Nanny Qi went out, not forgetting to call the waiter in the room, "Don't stand still, there are still things in the yard that have not been cleared up, so hurry up."

In just a moment, all the people in the house left, leaving only Mo Zhu watching the tea-burning stove outside.

"Pack your bags now, maybe it's too early?"

Yan Qing glanced at the lack of ornaments in Yan Qin's house, and couldn't help teasing her mother.

Yan Qin looked at the furnishings in the house with some nostalgia, but turned her head but said indifferently: "Sooner or later, I will clean up first, and then I will sell the big things that should be sold. Although the Northland is not as prosperous as the Beijing , but also has everything.”

After chatting for a while, Yan Qin suddenly changed the subject, "Have you made up your mind?"

Yan Qing lowered his eyebrows, tapped his fingertips on the table, and nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Yan Qinshi slightly pursed her lips, hesitated to speak, and finally gave up, sighing: "Since you have already made plans, then do it."

As if afraid of Yan Qing's uneasiness, Yan Qin added, "Your mother and I have no skills, but we are also famous in the North for not being afraid of things."

Yan Qing looked at Yan Qin, who spoke lightly and proudly, and turned his eyes away, pinched the silk handkerchief to smooth his temples, and his little finger seemed to brush his ears unintentionally.

This is her subconscious action when she is nervous.

Yan Qing knew that she was worried, but he didn't know how to persuade her, so he could only refute her half-jokingly: "In the north, there is grandpa who will take care of it for you."

But I don't want Yan Qin's eyes to be angry: "Aren't you still taking care of it now?"

Yan Qing was taken aback for a moment, but when their eyes met, they all laughed.

"Go do what you want."

Yan Qin smiled happily and stood up, "Mother can bear it."

Yan Qing lowered his eyes slightly, and glanced at the dark place, there was already someone waiting there.

(End of this chapter)