Dayong Nu sentenced to death

"Secondly what?"

Second Young Master Yan asked.

Yan Yun glanced at him, and said softly: "Secondly, take the initiative, Your Majesty will not impose mandatory requirements on various disaster relief centers because of face, they can make trade-offs in this regard, but these are not the most important .”

"Every family should go to Jizhou with flags and drums."

"Let the whole world know about this."

The eldest son frowned slightly, "In this way, wouldn't the relief work become a deliberately arranged drama?"

This move violates Yan's family training.

"good."

Yan Yun admitted his words without hesitation, "Only in this way, the more famous the family is, the more embarrassing the court will be, and it will be difficult to sit and sit. In order to turn the people's hearts, they will not be able to stand by. No matter how poor the household department is, it will have to pay for it All families will undertake the rebuilding of Jizhou together and share most of the pressure."

"In this way, the aristocratic clan will earn the greatest return at the smallest cost, and it also complies with the palace's thoughts, killing two birds with one stone. They have no reason to object."

To the position of the top family.

Money is not that important to them...

A few words.

The matter in Jizhou was resolved, the family's reputation was earned, and the crisis in Hwaseong was also reversed. In the whole incident, is the imperial court the one that benefited the most?

Is it the people of Jizhou?

Or Hwaseong, or those high-ranking families of the Xun family?
There are.

But the biggest beneficiary is Yan Yun. He thought of all parties and achieved his goal effortlessly. He helped the innocent victims, and even won the favor of the Xun family.

"I still feel so..."

The eldest son continued to speak, but his father raised his hand to stop him, "You are too rigid in following the rules and don't know how to be flexible. Ah Yun did the right thing. A gentleman doesn't care about his deeds, and no one is perfect in this world."

"Could it be that I, the Yan family, have set up charitable halls for several years to take in orphans, widows, old and young, and to provide disaster relief and comfort the people? Are these all fake?"

"Before the disaster relief items from the imperial court arrived in Jizhou, Yan's food, grass and clothes had already crossed the Xiangwu Grand Canal and delivered them to the victims. We have never publicized these things, but now we just want to take care of the overall situation and make a plan for ourselves. , can’t it work?”

The eldest son Jun blushed slightly, nodded and said: "It's narrow."

"It's not that you are narrow-minded, it's just that you have too many rules in your heart, and you value your reputation too much, so it's easy to get into the horns."

This was also the reason why he was destined to be unable to provoke Yan Shi.

The head of the family glanced at his son, then at Yan Yun, his eyes became more gentle, "Ah Yun, your majesty, you have to deal with it carefully, the current situation..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Suddenly, I felt that these instructions were useless. If the child couldn't see through, he wouldn't have made such meticulous arrangements.

The voice changed, "You don't have to worry too much about Huacheng, I see that is a clever child, and he will definitely come back safely."

"Yes."

Yan Yun responded blankly.

Several people sat down for a short while, and dispersed separately. The eldest son Yan Yun asked him to raise supplies to support Jizhou, and the second son went to help. Turn around again and go to Xian'an Hall.

Hearing that Su Rao was trapped in Huacheng, the old Duke frowned, and looked at Yan Yun unexpectedly: "Aren't you going in person?"

"Does grandfather want me to go?"

Yan Yun raised his eyes calmly, and before the wrinkles on the old man's face deepened, he pretended to be innocent and said, "As long as I sit in Shengjing and balance the undercurrent between the court and the family, I can minimize her danger."

"It doesn't look like he's dizzy yet."

Old Master Yan snorted meaningfully, "Okay, go ahead, you still have work to do later, so don't waste time with me."

"Grandson retire."

After bowing his hands and exiting, a lotus blue figure flashed past the end of the long corridor, a woman walked out of the inner hall, holding a bowl of herbal tea and handing it to him, she sat down and said worriedly: "Is it going to be all right?"

The old man squinted at his wife, "Don't look at his righteous words. In fact, it's not for that girl. It's just that even if he has selfish intentions, he can comfort everyone in every way. I'm afraid those old foxes will I didn't know that he was sold, and I was counting the money for him with a smile..."

"It's strange for you to say, my Yan family is upright and honest, why did I give birth to such a cunning little fellow?"

These words seem to be belittled, but Mrs. Yan has been with him for most of her life, she can't hear the undisguised pride, she can't help laughing: "Don't you just want to hear me say that Ayun is as smart as you are? How old is it?" I'm old enough to still play these little tricks."

The old man held his tea bowl together and smiled from ear to ear.

"You still understand me."

The old lady shot him an annoyed look, and the nervousness dissipated after such a fuss, planning to go to the Buddhist hall to pray for the girl and the people of Huacheng later, so as to bless them through this calamity safely.

All the clans in Shengjing acted in unison.

In Cui's study, there was an angry shout, and one person slapped the table and said, "No, you can't go."

In the dim light, the father and son stood side by side, their eyes meeting each other, neither giving way.

There was a peaceful smile on the corner of Cui Yi's mouth, unmoved by him at all, "I have to go."

"Cui Yi!"

Cui Jing was furious, her chest heaving violently.

"The son is here."

Cui Yi answered very casually. Seeing his foolish appearance, Cui Jingliu could hardly hold back his anger. After holding back and holding back, he said in a hoarse voice: "If you want to mess around with me on weekdays, I will do whatever you want. I know you have a free and easy temper. I don't like to be restrained, and I have indulged again and again these years, but not this time, what is the situation in Huacheng, it is easy to say, in fact, it is a dead end..."

"A few years ago, the entire Tai Hospital was helpless, and now it has come back, what can you do?"

"I'm a doctor."

Cui Yi said solemnly: "I am the only apprentice of the genius doctor Gu Yidie, so maybe I can't do anything?"

"Back then you made a fuss about wanting to study medicine and I didn't agree, but you were determined. The more others objected, the more you wanted to do it. I was afraid that it would hurt the relationship between father and son. I thought that when you grow up, you will always think clearly. .”

Cui Jingliu's voice was deep, and his tone revealed a sense of fatigue, which was rare in the majesty accumulated over the years and seemed a little fragile: "Li Ting, you are the eldest son of my Cui family, and you will inherit the family in the future. If you are like this, I I really... don't know what to do."

Time changed, his tall and heroic father hung his shoulders, his hair drooped, and half of his face was hidden in the shadows.

Dark, bitter.

Not knowing if it was an illusion, Cui Yi vaguely saw two white hairs on his sideburns, and had mixed feelings for a moment.

The father and son remained silent like this.

Until a hoarse voice sounded, "One last time."

Cui Yi looked at Cui Jingliu with fixed eyes, and said very solemnly: "When I come back from Huacheng, whether I want to marry a wife, become an official, or something else, it depends on my father's arrangement."

Cui Jingliu froze for a moment.

Usually, no matter whether he is soft or tough, this son will always see his tricks and will not be moved. This time, he let go. He knows that this child keeps his promise, and once he speaks, he will not go back on his word.

Cui Jingliu must have been ecstatic to get this sentence at other times, and responded with all her mouth.

only this time...

The plague in Hwaseong is stealing people from the gate of hell, if you don't pay attention, it will never return.

Seeing that he was still struggling with such a promise, Cui Yi folded his sleeves and made a big gift, "I beg my father to fulfill it."