The Reborn Wife is Farming

Yan Du knelt in front of Taifu Yan's bed, kowtowed "bang bang", and cried, "Father, you are making the Yan family bear the eternal infamy."

Taifu Yan's chest heaved sharply, then calmed down, and finally returned to dead silence. He turned his head to look at Yan Du, and said stubbornly: "Go get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Yan Du bit his lip and knelt down, Taifu Yan pointed at him angrily and shouted: "Even you don't listen to me?"

"Father, if you want the entire Yan family to be buried, even if the son has resentment in his heart, he will not dare to refute it. The first one to drink the dove will be the son. However, if this paper cannot be published, you will kill the son." , my son can’t let you write this letter, my son dare not go down to see the ancestors, dare not go to see Emperor Sejong!” Yan Du moaned, his head hit the ground with a “bang bang”, blood slid down his face from his forehead .

Taifu Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, pointed at his son and was speechless. After a while, he held his chest and panted, "You think, you think I'm willing to bear such a bad name, you think I just want to push the Yan family away?" Going down the abyss? Emperor Jingyan, it was you who pushed me up..."

"But this Jiangshan's surname is Guo, not Yan," Yan Du roared angrily, "If he had listened to his father long ago, why did Da Zhou end up here? He wants to listen to you now, and you are responsible. What did he do twenty years ago? ?”

Taifu Yan's eyes were dark, Yan Du looked back at his father's gaze without fear, and knelt firmly on the ground without flinching.

Taifu Yan sighed and said: "If the peace talks are successful, the Great Zhou can continue..."

Yan Du laughed mockingly, "It's just lingering."

"As long as the green hills are left, there is a possibility of a resurgence," Taifu Yan's voice was barely audible, "The emperor is old, and the princes are also old. You must keep your eyes open and don't follow father's lead." old road……"

Yan Du burst into tears, "Father, how much is left of Da Zhou? If Da Zhou can't be kept, the Yan family will really bear the infamy of treason forever. My son dare not gamble. Besides, among the few princes, who do you think has the power to turn the tide? It's better, it's better..." It's better to let the day turn around, maybe you can keep the Han family's country, and it won't fall to the Hu family. man's hand.

Yan Du swallowed the last sentence, but the meaning was revealed.

Taifu Yan stared at Zhang Ding with his eyes open and did not speak. Neither father nor son could convince the other that night.

Mrs. Yan was running around in a hurry outside, and when she saw her son Yan Fu sitting on the steps in a daze, she was annoyed: "What's wrong with you? Just tell me, don't make me worry, your father and your grandfather Frozen inside, why are you just sitting there motionless?"

Yan Fu lowered his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly. Madam Yan slapped him angrily when she saw her, "What's wrong with you three?"

Yan Fu laughed out loud, with tears overflowing his eyes, he looked at his mother fixedly, and said: "Mother, in a few days, the Yan family will no longer be a model of scholarly transmission of etiquette."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mrs. Yan was taken aback, and shouted: "Our Yan family is very strict in family management, and we never do anything that violates the law or discipline. If you dare to talk nonsense, mother will tell your father to ask the family law to teach you."

"Whatever you want," Yan Fu got up and walked out, "You can also persuade father, don't kneel, it's useless to knock, and no one can persuade grandfather to make up his mind."

Yan Fu stumbled out, laughing loudly as he walked, "My Yan family is a master of poetry and calligraphy..."

Bad news came back to Lin'an City one after another. Except for the north, where General Yuan and Qi Xiuyuan held the line of defense, the other places were all bad news. The city was being lost every day, and the faces of the officials became more and more serious. , no more smiles, even the officials and family members fell silent, waiting for the news from the front with trepidation.

Qi Haoran has already led his troops out of the city to Longxing Mansion.

Yan Du asked for leave to take care of the sick at home, but Yan Fu didn't ask for leave at all, and just absent from work, which surprised his Shangfeng and his colleagues.

Because Yan Fu is a five-good young man, he works very hard, and he rarely asks for leave, let alone absenteeism like this. But thinking of the imperial physicians that the emperor has been sending to Yan's family these days, everyone thinks they understand. Taifu Yan is really not well.

It's really raining when the house leaks. Losing a veteran of the three dynasties at such a critical time is also a big blow to Da Zhou.

At this time, the Yan family.

Taifu Yan was lying on the bed weakly, he looked seriously at the eldest son and grandson who were kneeling underneath, and said after a while, "This should be my last wish."

Yan Du sat paralyzed on the ground, and asked with red eyes: "Don't father think about it for the Yan family?"

"Loyalty and filial piety have been difficult to achieve both in ancient times, you just think I'm an unfilial person, go get the pen and ink."

Yan Fu raised his head in a "huh", "Grandfather, you are only loyal to Emperor Jingyan, not to Zhou, let alone this country."

"Shut up," Taifu Yan blushed, annoyed, "Bring the pen and ink."

Yan Du kowtowed deeply to him, finally overwhelmed the family responsibility in his heart, got up and took the pen, ink and paper, and set up a low table on the bed.

Yan Fu knelt down from the beginning to the end, looking at his grandfather and father with red eyes.

Taifu Yan's hands trembled slightly, but he still picked up the pen and dropped it on the paper. He wanted to write two notebooks and one letter.

One letter advocated peace talks with the Xixia and Jin Kingdoms, stating the pros and cons, and one letter wrote down the bottom line of the peace talks. Although he agreed to the peace talks, he didn't want to hand over the bottom terms to Emperor Jingyan. He was afraid, he was afraid that the Great Zhou would It really fell apart after that.

The most embarrassing thing for Taifu Yan was the letter to General Yuan.

He knows and understands General Yuan's ambition, because he is half of his student, and it is his dream to regain the lost land. He always wants to regain his homeland in his dreams. He always thought that one day General Yuan would realize this dream for him. So he defended him a lot in court, and even tried his best to support him.

But now, it was up to him to persuade General Yuan to agree to the peace talks. Taifu Yan felt that the previous two documents were even more difficult.

Just as he understood General Yuan's ambition, Taifu Yan also understood General Yuan's stubbornness. In some respects, he was as stubborn as a cow, and he would never turn back even if he was beaten to pieces.

Taifu Yan has been thinking about these things for the past three days, and he wrote very quickly, but he finished it in an hour.

After he made the last stroke, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained and he fell on the bed. Yan Du was shocked, "Father!"

Yan Du climbed onto the bed in a panic to support his father, and Yan Fu also rolled up and hugged Taifu Yan's arm. Even if he was angry with him again, this man was also their father/grandfather. How could it be possible that there was only resentment at all since they were young?

Taifu Yan was short of breath, tightly grasping Yan Du's hand and said: "Father, I'm sorry for you, but, but I have to do it, you, you hand it over for me, if you don't want to be an official, then, just resign Go back as an official, or be a villager..."

Taifu Yan loosened his grip on Yan Du's hand, slowly closed his eyes, and his chest never rose again...

"Father!"

"Grandfather!" Yan Fu hugged his grandfather's body and shouted, "Where is the imperial doctor, call the imperial doctor!"

Yan Du hugged his father and cried like a child, screaming "ahhh" in grief and indignation, the imperial physician who came in felt Taifu Yan's pulse, and shook his head regretfully.