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Chapter 147 New Year's Eve (1)
Grand Master Yan Wenshu stood in front of the window, looked at the fluff and heavy snow in the yard, and sighed softly: "The weather in the capital is so cold this year, and the weather in the three northern provinces may be even worse. Last year, there was a snow disaster in the three northern provinces. This year... ...I'm afraid it's going to be hard." You sighed with a deep sense of sadness, and a pair of eyes as deep as ancient wells full of wisdom and style.

Although Yan Wenshu is old, he can vaguely see the romantic talent that no one can match when he was young.There is also a charming charm that has accumulated over the years, that indifferent and steady, that wise and talented, I am afraid that few people in this world can match it!
The old butler stepped forward to close the door and window, "Master, you are in poor health, be careful of the cold."

Yan Wenshu waved his hands indifferently, "How can you be so delicate..." After saying that, he turned and went into the back room, sitting in front of the desk and leisurely reading folk gossip.

The old housekeeper lit a candle lamp for him, and picked the wick with a long needle, "Master, Master Yan Rusong sent someone to send a letter, saying that he would like to see you."

Yan Wenshu focused on Zatan, without even raising his eyes, "He said I'm not feeling well, and it's inconvenient to see guests."

The old housekeeper also heard a little about what happened in the court this morning, so he asked a lot, "Master, Mr. Yan is a historian who you single-handedly promoted, and now he has become a sharp knife in the hands of others, how can he have the face to ask you for help? "

Yan Wenshu turned the pages of the chatter in his hand, "Although Yan Rusong is straightforward and dull, he is not a person with ulterior motives. He can't become a sharp knife in the hands of others, at most he is used by others. Yan Rusong was single-handedly promoted by me. In the eyes of outsiders, he is my man, and I am the grandfather of the current crown prince. Yan Rusong is undoubtedly included in the crown prince's party. It seems that the person who uses him is to make the crown prince and The direct ministers of Feng Chengyi's faction turned against each other." The direct ministers of Feng Chengyi's faction are only loyal to the emperor and do not participate in the battle for the heir apparent between the princes, if they turn against each other, the road ahead will be difficult.

"My lord, Mr. Yan made an unintentional mistake. Why didn't you help me? Besides, Mr. Yan is the official historian of Yushitai, so he will definitely be able to help His Highness the Crown Prince in the future."

"Although Yan Rusong was not punished for today's court affairs, his official career has reached the peak. From now on, if he takes a wrong step... Even if I help him, it will not help. Besides..." Yan Wenshu shook his head with a smile , "...my grandson is very capable, and I don't need a bad old man to pave the way for him. I'd better live my life in peace, and now this capital city is the world of their young people!"

The imperial palace is majestic and majestic, with majestic high walls and exquisite glazed rubble.The guards of the palace gates were dressed in cold silver-gray armor, holding sharp red-tasseled spears, and their straight backs were full of battle-tested iron-blooded evil spirits!People are like dragons, guns are like tigers, majestic and sharp, adding a bit of hostility to this magnificent palace.

In the Qianlong Palace, Emperor Qianmin changed into a bright yellow uniform and sat behind the dragon case to deal with government affairs.Outside the hall, Su Mu waved his hand to let the people from Longtu Pavilion retreat, then entered the hall and waited carefully beside the Holy One.

"Long Live Lord, people from Longtu Pavilion have received news, saying that Master Yan sent someone to the Grand Master's Mansion, but was turned away by the Grand Master." Su Mu handed over a cup of hot Pu'er tea, and said cautiously.

Emperor Ganmin spread out the memorial sent by the official department, and read it at a glance. He was not surprised to hear Su Mu's words. It was already expected that Yan Rusong would seek help from his old father-in-law.

Lifting the ink pen to mark a few lowercase red characters on the memorial, he sighed softly: "Yan Rusong is a bit simple after all."

Su Mu put away the memorial that the Holy Majesty had reviewed and put it away, and echoed softly, "Yes, anyone with a thoughtful heart will not become a pawn in the hands of others so easily." His tone paused, and Su Mu said again, "I heard that , His Royal Highness Ning Wang invited all the royal relatives and officials to have fun on the Tongsi River yesterday, and Mr. Yan was among them. Will it..."

The hand holding the vermilion pen paused, and a drop of blood-like cinnabar fell on the memorial, instantly blurring the writing on it.

The blood-red cinnabar echoes the snow-white rice paper, which is shocking!

The sharp killing spirit rushed towards his face, and Su Mu was so frightened that he knelt down and pleaded guilty, "You talkative slave, you deserve death!"

Yunze Palace.

The gilt palace lanterns were hung high, and the bright flames illuminated the palace in the middle of the night as bright as day. At midnight, the snow fell more and more, and a thick layer was accumulated on the ground.The cold wind whizzed past, and heavy snowflakes circled in the air one after another, without falling for a long time.

Nishang walked up the winding veranda, put away the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, shook the snowflakes that fell on her shoulders, lifted her skirt and put it into the room.

In the room, King Yunze hugged the stove and drank warm wine, staring coldly at the heavy snow falling outside the window.Seeing Nishang coming in, she got up and closed the window, then handed her the stove in her hand, "Hold on, warm yourself."

"Thank you, my lord." Nishang blessed her body, holding the road heater with both hands, her drooping eyes were reddish, a little moist, and there was happiness and warmth in her eyes.

King Yunze beckoned her to sit down, "But there is news from Xianghui?"

Nishang nodded and replied: "King Ning has a staff member named Daxi. I heard that this person is quite clever and intelligent, and he is a confidant of King Ning. He almost found out that Xiang Hui secretly instructed Lord Yan to impeach Lord Feng. Lord, having this person by King Ning's side is very bad for us, can we get rid of him?"

King Yunze's face was light and cloudless, but his eyes were as deep as a pool. He tapped the table with his fingertips, pondered for a while before opening his mouth, "Keep him first, so as not to startle the snake. Let Xianghui be more cautious around King Ning. Don't contact Wen Xiangge, wait until the staff's suspicion is cleared." Picking up the wine jug kept warm in the small stove, he tilted his wrist, the sweet and mellow wine gurgled down from the jug, and the deserted voice was a little careless "There is no rush. We have been waiting for so many years, and we don't care about the time. Take your time, the water in the capital will be muddy sooner or later." King Yunze is also a calm person. He is impatient, and acts cautiously, and he really has the tolerance to do great things.

The gentle and deep voice soothed the anxiety in Nishang's heart, and her face eased a lot, but suddenly remembered something else, and her face darkened instantly, "Master, Yazi's injury...is not optimistic. If there is no snow fox's blood to help I'm afraid she won't be able to survive for three days."

The prince never knew the severity of his shots, and he didn't know how to pity Xiang. This light blow directly shattered Yazi's meridians.The southern border charm art practiced by Yazi was hit by the crown prince, and it was backlashed by him, which hurt the root.Later, she tried to forcibly mobilize her skills, intending to perform the charm again, the consequences can be imagined, and now half of her foot has stepped into the gate of hell.

King Yunze's face immediately turned gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Look for it! No matter what, I have to find the Xuehu blood!"

Tears welled up in Nishang's eyes, "My lord!" They were a group of helpless orphans, how could He De be so valued by the lord.

(End of this chapter)