The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

At the end of October, the grass on both sides of the road turned yellow and the green mountains were no longer green.

Only the scent of tea fills the cool air, lingering around the tip of the nose.

The Yushui River flows gently, and in the medicinal fields on the bank, farmers are busy bending over among the green fields, and loud shouts can be heard from time to time.

Suddenly hearing the sound of horse hooves, the farmers looked up at the road. They were no longer surprised.

"Another carriage is coming, either going to the Jin family or the Dashan family."

"Two. There are quite a lot of people here this time. I don't know what they are here for."

"Well, why bother about doing so much? Hurry up and work, and then go back to eat. Doctor Fang in town is short of medicinal materials again, and this time he is in a hurry."

"How can we not be anxious? The notice of the epidemic was posted, and the people were panicking. They knew that the Hundred-Angle Grass could prevent disease, and the Sifang Pharmacy was almost crowded out that day."

The carriage stopped in front of the Yan family's gate, and there was no movement in the carriage for a long time.

Mrs. Lin happened to be stacking firewood in the yard at home. When she listened carefully, she thought it was strange, so she walked to the door to take a look over there.

Just then I saw people getting off the carriage one after another. One of them looked very familiar, and I would never forget him even though I had only seen him once.

Isn't he the governor who was sitting behind the bench during the trial when the Zhang family falsely accused him?

There was also a middle-aged man next to him who was in casual clothes but had a very impressive aura. It was unknown who he was, but even the man standing guard next to him seemed a little less imposing.

Four people got off the next carriage, each carrying a small medicine box on their backs, and they were doctors.

Because there were officials present, Mrs. Lin did not dare to go over and ask.

I think these people are very weird.

First he sat in the carriage for so long and didn't get off, and now that he got off he stood at the door of Yan's house and was reluctant to go in.

What are they doing? Are they riding in a carriage to guard the gate?

Quietly retreating into her own yard, Mrs. Lin turned around and whispered this strange thing to her husband.

"The town guard is here too?"

Old Man Lin walked slowly in the yard. Although he walked slowly, his steps were very steady. "So there is something complicated behind the Yan family. Since ancient times, officials have visited the people, but no official has ever stood at the door of a commoner's house and dared not go in. They are waiting for the people in the house to nod and let them in."

Mrs. Lin was so shocked that she gasped, "Hey! The subordinate is visiting the superior?!"

Old Man Lin shook his head.

It is not the most appropriate for a subordinate to visit his superior. He feels more like an ordinary official waiting to be summoned by the emperor!

But the old man also knew that what he thought was a bit exaggerated.

How could such a distinguished person as the emperor come to Yuxi Village? The young master living in the Yan family courtyard was only a child of eight or nine years old, so the age did not match.

"Maybe not, maybe not. Yan is the royal family name... maybe they are royal relatives?" Old Man Lin said in a low voice, as if talking to himself. Then he suddenly turned his head and asked his wife, "The current crown prince seems to be about the same age as Young Master Yan. What's his name?"

"..." Mrs. Lin's legs went limp and she almost fell to the ground. "You dare to say these things if you want to live! Besides, how would I know the name of the present queen? Wait, let me think, it seems to be Lin?"

It had been many years since the Emperor appointed the Crown Prince. At that time, the imperial edict was announced to the world, and the news once reached Wutong Town.

Mrs. Lin had never seen the imperial edict, but there was a Mrs. Li next door who loved gossip, and she still had an impression of this incident.

I vaguely remember that when Mrs. Li was talking about this matter with great interest, she mentioned the word "Yan Lin".

"Old man, Young Master Yan can't really be--" the Crown Prince?

His surname is Yan. He is about the same age as the Crown Prince and equally frail. Last year, the Emperor even issued an edict to find medicine and a doctor for the Crown Prince. The notice was posted in Wutong Town. Dashan also mentioned this matter.

Mrs. Lin's heart was pounding and she stared at her husband nervously.

"Why are you panicking?" Old Man Lin said helplessly and amusedly, "No matter who lives over there, he is just Young Master Yan here. Have you ever seen him put on airs when he came to our house? Even Madam Du, Doctor Yu, and Mo Yi, who serve him, have never acted like a superior person in the village, right? It shows that they are all easy to get along with, at least to me. They are unwilling to reveal their identities, maybe because they don't want me to be too restrained and fearful."

"So, what's that like?"

"It will be the same as it was before. As long as they don't say anything, we will just pretend we don't know. That way everyone can be at ease."

Mrs. Lin nodded, took a deep breath, and tried hard to suppress her fluctuating emotions.

My wife laughed at me, "Look at you, at your age, what storms have you not experienced? You are so cheerful on weekdays, but why are you so flustered now?"

Mrs. Lin rolled her eyes at him immediately. She quickly calmed down after being laughed at and retorted, "You sound so calm. Stop shaking your legs. If you really can't stand it, why don't you go inside and lie down for a while? Otherwise, I won't be able to move you if you fall down."

“……” You are an old married couple, why don’t you show some respect when talking to me?

The people waiting at the Yan family's door didn't have to wait long.

Soon the vermilion lacquered door opened and the person was invited in.

Then the door was closed again, blocking out the outside view.

Cui Yingyuan and Yang Fu finally met the person they wanted to see in the Yan family's study.

No one knew what the people in the study talked about throughout the afternoon.

It was not until Bai Xiang returned from private school and the golden crow set in the west that the guest from the Yan family walked out of the yard, got on the carriage and left.

Madam Du brought a pot of tea into the study, put the tea on the desk, and took the ink block to grind it. "Your Highness, Yang Fu is a mediocre official with no achievements, and Cui Yingyuan likes to make money. Both of them are not good officials. This time they came to pay a visit, why don't you give them a warning?"

Yan Changqing pursed his lips and smiled, "You can't just look at one side of things. Yang Fu is mediocre, but he has been in Wutong Town for so many years, and he has handled many matters, big and small, with few wrongful convictions, and he doesn't take money from the people. In a small place, that's good enough. If someone else came, the people might not have such a good life now.

As for Cui Yingyuan, he likes to make money, but he knows how to do it. No one in Yuanzhou has ever complained about him. He has made real achievements. If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. As a person in power, the most important thing is balance. If he is too greedy one day, my father will deal with him. If he can keep him in that position, it means that my father has considered Cui Yingyuan and he is still useful. "

He picked up the teacup and took a sip. The temperature of the tea was just right. Yan Changqing sighed softly and turned to look at the setting sun outside the window.

The setting sun is like blood, burning the sky half red.

The scenery at dusk is gorgeous and lonely, and the tragic final leap is worth savoring over and over again.

Isn't it the same with people and life?

It is impossible to maintain the vigor of the morning sun and the warmth of the midday sun all the time.

People stumble along the road of life, officials struggle in officialdom, and after crying, suffering, and failing, they extinguish their passion and find their own way of survival through countless lessons.

So the sunset becomes tinged with dusk, learns to restrain itself and becomes deep.

No matter what period of time the sun is shining, it is not important to those in power.

The only thing that matters is that the sun must have light.

Glorify the people.

"Mammy, I will try my best." Suddenly, the young man turned around, his eyebrows and eyes were warm and firm under the reflection of the sunset, "Let the sunshine last longer and warmer."

Aunt Du didn't understand the meaning behind these words, but she was very happy with His Highness's expression and smiled and replied, "Your Highness will definitely be able to do it."