After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

Yan Huaiyin listened to him, and after Zhang Xiaoniu's mouth became dry, when he looked up, he saw Yan Huaiyin looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

The boy in brown clothes thought that this gentleman who had just arrived in Chaohua City didn't understand anything, and his tone became more and more eager: "Mr. Yan, that's nine thousand years old!"

Yan Huaiyin hummed slowly: "When I was sick, the person who brought me medicine was nine thousand years old, right?"

Zhang Xiaoniu was caught off guard by his words, ahed, and then returned: "Yes, Jiu Qiansui sent an adult ginseng."

"Then what did the Marquis of Nanyang send?" Yan Huaiyin asked again.

Zhang Xiaoniu thought for a while with his fingers: "Master Hou sent a box of wild black goji berries."

"Okay," Yan Huaiyin smiled, and rubbed Zhang Xiaoniu's head, "Then help me deliver this wild black goji berry to Jiu Qiansui."

Zhang Xiaoniu was 13 years old and hadn't been rubbed so tenderly before, his face turned red, and he didn't care about whether he was [-] years old or not: "Mr. Yan, do you want to send it now?"

"Well," Yan Huaiyin calculated the time in his mind, nodded, and said with a smile, "Don't forget the mark of Nanyang Marquis Mansion on the box."

Yan Huaiyin said seriously: "You don't need to wrap it up, just hold it and make sure that the mark of Nanyang Marquis Mansion on the box can be seen by anyone passing by."

"I'm going to move there soon," Yan Huaiyin explained with a light smile, "Naturally, we need to establish good relations with the neighbors first."

Zhang Xiaoniu followed what he said, so he delivered the box of wild black goji berries to Jiuqiansui's mansion in the morning, but at noon, the Marquis of Nanyang knew that the box of wild black goji berries that came out of his mansion was Floating into Chitose Mansion.

For three years, the flies in Nanyang Hou Mansion and Qiantui Mansion would spit at each other when they met each other, but now such a big box of goji berry was sentenced to death. In the fierce summer, the main hall of Nanyang Hou Mansion was so cold that people could freeze to death.

Nanyang Hou sat on the main seat, the layers of wrinkles at the end of his eyes fell deeply, trembling slightly from time to time.

Zhu Liang stood beside him with his head down, raising his head from time to time to carefully glance at the corners of his uncle's lively eyes.

The Marquis of Nanyang didn't speak, seeing that the air was about to freeze, Zhu Liang gritted his teeth, and said as if death was at home: "Uncle, calm down, maybe that Yan Huaiyin is new here and doesn't understand the relationship in the imperial capital."

"First, he helped Gu Huanshan to speak, and regarded Jiang Lian as nothing." Nanyang Hou sneered, "So many people gave him presents when he was sick, but now he only pays back the presents to that bastard Jiang Lian."

"Do things only according to your own preferences, without any rules. It's a joke that the old northwest department sent such a stupid thing to the imperial capital to deal with His Majesty."

Zhu Liang nodded beside him wholeheartedly: "Yes, yes, what uncle said is very true."

"However," Nanyang Hou said coldly, "it really deserves to die."

Zhu Liang opened his mouth and echoed: "Yes, yes, uncle has a good opinion."

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, Nanyang Hou couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the cup in his hand, raised his hand suddenly, and fell to Zhu Liang's feet.

The fine Jun porcelain exploded at Zhu Liang's feet, and the hot tea immediately soaked his clothes and brocade boots.

Zhu Liang was taken aback, subconsciously bent his knees, and knelt down on the expensive Persian carpet under his feet.

Nanyang Hou's scolding voice sounded above his head: "You bastard! You can only bend down and nod, and you don't have any opinions of your own. How dare this Marquis entrust you with important matters!"

Zhu Liang knelt at his feet tremblingly, and said, "My nephew is so stupid, it's really unbearable..."

Before he could say the word Ren, another cup exploded at his feet, and this time the tea even splashed on his cheek.

"Dear Ren, but I also want to do my part for my uncle!" Zhu Liang spent all his quick wits in dealing with his moody uncle, and the experienced man changed his words, "Uncle, I want to kill that Yan Huaiyin Is it? My nephew knows someone in this regard."

The Marquis of Nanyang endured and endured, and finally resisted not smashing the remaining pot on the table to his stupid nephew's head. He gritted his teeth and said, "Tomorrow, the Marquis will have a banquet for Yan Huaiyin, you follow."

Nanyang Hou was not in a good mood, but the second day was a sunny day.

Huae Building is the largest restaurant in Chaohua City. The seventeen-story bucket arch is like a bird spreading its wings, raised high and painted with fiery red lacquer.

Next to the building are two royal ditch waterways dug. The waterways are full of lotuses, and the two sides are also full of peaches and plums and some apricot and pear trees.

Mixed flowers alternate with countless colorful silks flying in front of the main gate of Huacalyx Building, a piece of richness and splendor.

The cleanly dressed boy in the restaurant led Yan Huaiyin through the crimson green curtains and arrived at the door of a private room next to the window.

Yan Huaiyin pushed open the door of the private room, and saw Chen Jieyi, Marquis of Nanyang sitting on the main seat.

Seeing Yan Huaiyin, the Marquis of Nanyang immediately stood up, and said with a loud smile, "This is Lord Yan Huaiyin, right? He is really as good-looking as my nephew said."

The creases on his face were shining in the sun, he greeted him with a smile on his face, pointed to the seat on his left, and said with a smile: "Master Yan, sit here."

Yan Huaiyin looked around the private room first, and found that there were only two people sitting in the private room—Nanyang Hou and Zhu Liang, and the rest were only some attendants standing behind them, and no one else.

After seeing clearly, Yan Huaiyin frowned and sat down slowly.

The young man said slowly, "Master Hou probably has bad eyesight due to his age. I look like this, and I am really not good enough for a good-looking talent."

The figure of Nanyang Hou sitting down froze for a moment. Fortunately, he hadn't seen any kind of person in Chaohua City for so many years. It's a talent."

He was afraid that Yan Huaiyin would not be able to spit out ivory from his dog's mouth, so he hurriedly said to the waiter beside him: "The food is not served yet."

After urging the servant, Nanyang Hou turned to Yan Huaiyin with a smile and said, "Hua'elou has excellent summer dishes, Lord Yan can try it."

The little servant here took the order and hurried out the door. After a while, the door of the private room was pushed open, and a series of maids in green clothes slowly entered the private room. The whole table is full.

Yan Huaiyin seemed to be lacking in interest just now, but now he looked slightly sideways, watching all this with great interest.

In fact, he was considered a prince at any rate, but he had never eaten in this rich and beautiful Huae Building.

The dishes in Huaelou are all decorated in mahogany boxes, and only sugar, mung beans, ice, snow and cold water are served in red glass bowls.

Nanyang Hou personally brought the steaming glass bowl to Yan Huaiyin, and said politely: "This ice-snow cold water has licorice added, it's the only one in Huaelou, Mr. Yan, try it?"

He changed his address from Mr. Yan to Mr. Yan, already thinking that he wanted to have a good talk with Yan Huai in privacy.

The maid who delivered the food and the servant who waited on them both retreated cleverly, and in a blink of an eye there were only three of them left in the private room.

Yan Huaiyin lowered his eyes, reached out and took a small green spoon to gently poke the mung beans in the bowl, but what he said was not human: "I'm not in good health, I can't eat cold ones, so I won't eat them."

"Then this crystal kueh is also very refreshing," Nanyang Hou said, "Mr. Yan is from the Northwest, so he probably hasn't tasted it before."

Yan Huaiyin raised her eyes and smiled: "I don't like pork."

Nanyang Hou's hand under the table had already clenched into a fist. Zhu Liang watched for a long time, and when he saw it, he hurried forward, poured a cup of white water for the sick Mr. Yan, and began to drink mud: "Mr. Tea, drink tea."

Holding the white water, Yan Huaiyin barely swallowed the thorns all over her body, and calmed down for the time being.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Nanyanghou, with an expression of something to do.

The flesh on Nanyanghou's cheeks twitched, and finally put the word "nin" on his head, and said with a gentle smile: "This Marquis has met General Zhao several times, but I haven't seen him for decades now. Sir, he came from the old northwestern department. , is General Zhao still in good health?"

He heard no answer.

At this time, Yan Huaiyin seemed to suddenly become interested in a dish on the table. He rolled up his sleeves, took his chopsticks, and reached for the fresh green lettuce in the mahogany box. He didn't know if he heard Nanyang Hou ask him.

It wasn't until the fire on Nanyang Hou's head was almost higher than the sun outside, that Yan Huaiyin casually said: "Isn't Hou Ye alive and well, it seems that General Zhao will not die."

Nanyang Hou took a deep breath.

"Then Mr. Yan is here to serve as the young servant of His Royal Highness," he gritted his teeth and said, "Has General Zhao told you anything?"

Yan Huaiyin put the chopsticks back.

He looked sideways at Nanyanghou, with an unidentified smile in his eyes.

He was so arrogant and self-indulgent just now, but no matter how you look at it, he is a piece of shit, but now his dark and moist eyes are looking at Nanyang Hou, but Nanyang Hou is inexplicably uncomfortable by the smile in his eyes: "This Marquis has something on his face. something?"

"No," Yan Huaiyin smiled, "It's just that I didn't expect Master Hou to be so straightforward."

The smile on Nanyanghou's face disappeared.

"What does the Marquis want to know?" Yan Huaiyin said softly, "I want to know how General Zhao told me to assist the Crown Prince in winning the throne, so that the old northwestern part can earn a glorious future in front of the future emperor. I still want to know if the general ordered me to come to court first." Huacheng as a spy, so that one day he will send troops to the north, rebel against Daqi, and proclaim himself king and emperor?"

The cold voice resounded in the private room, and Nanyanghou's complexion became more and more gloomy following his words. After Yan Huaiyin said the last word, he stood up, his beard shaking: "Yan Huaiyin, you know what you are talking about Is it something outrageous?"

"The Marquis's title was conferred by Emperor Ming Sheng of the old dynasty," Yan Huaiyin's face remained unchanged, "one minister does not matter to two monarchs, and now the Marquis is shouting long live to the Holy One, how dare you say the word treason to the subordinates?"

Seeing Nanyang Hou shaking his creased face and about to faint, Yan Huaiyin seemed to hold back his arrogance a little, and said with bent eyes: "Master Hou, I have no relatives or reason, and I am not afraid of anything, so I said some outrageous things. Lord Hou is following the Chen family, so be careful in your words and deeds."

But it didn't seem to comfort Nanyanghou.

Chen Jieyi, Marquis of Nanyang, is good at everything else, he only cares about family ties. After becoming a Marquis, even if there is a cat or dog named Chen, he can go to Chen's mansion to share a piece of the pie.

After getting angry, Nanyang Hou grinned a little: "Master Yan said that he has no relatives and no reason, so why did he start to return gifts to Jiu Qiansui as soon as he arrived in Chaohua City?"

Yan Huaiyin felt that with his eccentric vigor, being the Marquis really wronged him, and he should really shine in the eunuch.

Jiang Lian came to give him a gift, so Yan Huaiyin naturally knew what he was paying attention to.

I heard that this nine-thousand-year-old swallowed up half of the Jiangbei camp in three years. The day he came to see Jiang Lian and Meng Jingxuan getting closer, it must be because he coveted Meng Jingxuan's father's military power.

And giving himself a gift is naturally also an idea to fight the military power of the old northwestern department.

He wanted military power in the Northwest, so Yan Huaiyin was happy to lend him a gift to lure Nanyang Hou into the bait.

Seeing that the purpose of making Nanyang Hou really angry at this banquet had already been answered, Yan Huaiyin didn't want to stay any longer, and said nonsense after hearing the words: "Naturally, the lower official saw a nine-thousand-year-old handsome man and started to admire him. Just sent a gift."

Nanyang Hou sneered angrily at his nonsense.

He slowly bent his eyes, looking at Yan Huaiyin with a smile like a soldier on the battlefield finally clenching his weapon, "Since Mr. Yan admires Nine Thousand Years so much, this Marquis will naturally recommend him."

Yan Huaiyin slowly straightened up and looked at him.

Nanyang Hou said to Zhu Liang who was beside him: "Yuan Jie, go to the private room next door and invite Jiu Qiansui here, and just say that the Marquis invited him for something."

As a minister of Daqi, Zhu Hanlin was so frightened that he dared not move his eyes just now after hearing the bold words about taking his position as a bird. Now when he heard that he could go out, he quickly nodded and said yes, and couldn't wait to run to Jiuqian aged embrace.

Nanyang Hou then turned to Yan Huaiyin cheerfully: "Master Yan, wait a moment, Nine Thousand Years will arrive soon."

Yan Huaiyin slowly pressed his back against the back of the chair, lightly tapped his fingertips under his wide sleeves, and smiled a little: "Your Majesty has delved into the details of his skills."

When Meng Jingxuan entered the private room of Nanyang Hou, what she saw was such a scene of two confronting each other.

Nanyang Hou sat in the main seat with a smile on his face, while Mr. Yan from the northwest next to him had his eyelashes drooping deeply, making his expression invisible.

Seeing Nanyang Hou raised his head, the young master in brocade clothes took the lead in smiling and said, "Master Hou is very elegant, this time you go to call me and Zhang Yin, do you know that the last raw water papaya was ordered by you, and you specially asked us to taste it ?”

Nanyang Hou laughed and said: "No, no, how can a piece of water papaya be called moving nine thousand years old?"

Looking at Yan Huaiyin who raised his eyebrows, Nanyanghou said word by word: "Nephew, I don't know, Mr. Yan from the northwest admires Nine Thousand Years. No, Nine Thousand Years happens to be in Huae Tower today, so I want to do it." Dong, let Lord Yan express his admiration to Jiu Qiantui."

After he finished speaking, he didn't see Jiang Lian's figure, so he asked, "Where's Nine Thousand Years Old?"

From the moment Meng Jingxuan heard these words, she knew that the face of the Marquis of Nanyang must be wiped out today.But he didn't dare to disobey Jiang Lian's explanation, so he could only say in the most gentle tone: "It's not a coincidence for the Marquis, the palm print said that if there is anything, the Marquis can go and find him, he doesn't want to come."

The atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.

Nanyanghou didn't expect Jiang Lian to say that, he was unwilling to give him even this little face, and couldn't bear it any longer, his face immediately turned down.

Just when the atmosphere was tense, something happened in Yan Huaiyin's place.

Meng Jingxuan was keenly aware that he looked at this Mr. Yan, thinking about how he would answer the words after he had spoken and go down this step.

But Yan Huaiyin turned his head and asked Nanyang Hou sincerely: "Master Hou, can I take the bowl from Huae Building?"

Without waiting for Nanyang Hou to answer, he said to himself: "Your Majesty is so rich, he should be dismissed from office."

Meng Jingxuan: "..."

This man is sick.

Yan Huaiyin stood up cautiously holding the ice, snow and cold water in front of her like she was holding a baby, as if she didn't feel the awkwardness of the atmosphere at this moment, she said in a friendly voice: "Master Hou, Young Master Meng, you continue to chat, I will leave first. "

He slowly turned around and walked out of the private room, just in time to meet Zhu Liang who was rushing back, Zhu Liang looked at the glazed bowl he was holding, and said in surprise: "You can't eat cold ones, can you?"

Why are you still leaving with your bowl in your hands? !

Yan Huaiyin said warmly: "If I don't eat, it will be a waste."

Zhu Liang suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, it is indeed easy to waste. I think I was in the North..."

Nanyang Hou's angry voice came from inside: "Nie Yi! Come back soon!"

Yan Huaiyin looked sick, but his stupid nephew was also infected!

Zhu Liang stopped his mouth in a dazed manner, and rolled in with a low eyebrow.

Yan Huaiyin calmly came out of the private room, holding his own small glass bowl, walked through the corridor, and was about to go to the stairs at the end, but stopped when he passed a private room.

It was a secluded private room, the doors were all pitch black, and now there was a slight crack, enough for Yan Huaiyin to get a glimpse of the scenery inside.

The man in the white clothes of the silver fish is sitting on the main seat in the private room, which can just be seen through the gap.

He frowned, and was listening to the little eunuch in brown clothes explaining something beside him. This angle made his eyebrows particularly sharp, setting off his facial features that were deeper than others, like a sword half-hidden in its scabbard.

The moment Yan Huaiyin cast his gaze, he felt it, and immediately raised his eyes to look over.

What is a chief eunuch doing with such good looks? He doesn't look like a servile servant, but has the gentle determination to kill the imperial capital.

Seeing him looking over, Yan Huaiyin thought about it, and smiled at the expressionless Jiang Lian.

As soon as Jiang Lian raised his eyes, he saw Yan Huaiyin smiling at him.

There was some water on his lips, giving him a soft breath, but Jiang Lian just took a look, and he saw that Nanyang Hou's call just now to ask him to come over was nothing but nonsense.

How can there be such a deceitful appearance.

A gust of wind blew in, rolled up the wide sleeves of the young man outside the private room, and passed over his fingertips resting on the green spoon, like a cluster of snow blowing over a spring willow.

Yan Huaiyin showed a little smile, as if the two were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years and now reunited, he slightly lowered his head: "Nine thousand years old, see you later."

The author says:

感谢在2022-04-2009:45:31-2022-04-2122:13:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Nanhongzi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!