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

After Yan Huaiyin left, the Marquis of Nanyang sent Meng Jingxuan away, the door of the private room was closed, and the whole private room fell into deathly silence.

At this time, Zhu Liang also knew that his uncle had been rejected by Jiu Qiansui, and it was the time when he was furious.

Although his uncle was as angry as eating, seeing that the fire on his head could circle around the room three times, Zhu Liang lowered his head and honestly acted like a quail.

Nanyang Hou saw all his small actions in his eyes, and instead of scolding him as usual, he sighed deeply.

That's how people are, Zhu Liang didn't hear the scolding, but felt a sense of sourness in his heart when he was sighed.

He whispered: "Uncle, don't be angry."

Everyone in the Chen family belongs to the blood-sucking worm, so it seems that he is not a Marquis of Nanyang but an injustice. Although Mrs. Hou Zhu Qing gave birth to him a son and a daughter, the youngest is only two years old now.

Madam Hou's natal family only had Zhu Liang as the closest nephew, and she didn't ask for anything from him, but truly respected him as an uncle.Therefore, even if Zhu Liang was stupid and unmotivated, the Marquis of Nanyang had planned for him for so many years and never gave up.

Thinking that in the future, when his son grows up, the two brothers will work together to continue the prosperity of the Chen family.

Nanyang Hou's gray beard trembled, and he sighed, "Stand up your back and send a letter to Uncle."

Zhu Liang straightened up: "What is Uncle doing delivering the letter?"

Nanyang Hou glanced at him, his voice was very low, a little cold in the blue sky and broad daylight: "Yan Huaiyin, I can't stay."

It's not his sickly behavior just now, but what he said just now.

Nanyang Hou followed his words to think, and suddenly found that the two roads that Zhao Huan could take were all included in what Yan Huaiyin just said.

And no matter which way, it will not benefit the future of the Chen family.

Yan Huaiyin, you should get rid of it.

Zhu Liang was taken aback by the chill in Nanyanghou's words, thought for a while, and asked cautiously: "But if Yan Huaiyin is killed, what should we do if we send people from the old northwestern department to come to the imperial capital?"

"As long as Zhao Huan doesn't break into Chaohua City," Nanyang Hou slowly put his hands on the armchair, "Come one, kill one."

Zhu Liang cleared his doubts and said, "Uncle, when will you kill me?"

Nanyang Hou smiled, squinting his eyes to look sideways at the sunlight outside the window: "The imperial concubine's banquet."

They were discussing here how to separate Yan Huaiyin's head from his body, but Yan Huaiyin didn't know it. Holding his own small bowl, he walked slowly through one long street after another to the post station.

Now is the most comfortable day in early summer. Chaohua City is a well-deserved flower city. Flowers of various colors bloom in the long streets of the squares and fours, connecting the lively and prosperous imperial capital with flower silk, which makes people slow down.

The ice-cold water in his hand had already become warm, but Yan Huaiyin still lowered his head and ate carefully.

In order to make this stuff delicious, the chef of Huaelou added a lot of honey, but Yan Huaiyin only felt a slight sweetness.

The young man's long eyelashes trembled, but he showed a genuinely happy smile that was not like the one in the private room just now.

After so many years of messy medicines, he can hardly detect the taste of food, and now he can feel such a little sweetness, which is enough for him to be happy.

He can't often eat cold food. Although most of his old friends have passed away in recent years, no one dares to take care of him anymore.

When Huo Yunping was by his side, he thought that he was a ruler and he was a minister, at most he just stared at him with resentful eyes.

But there is still something to do with this body, Yan Huaiyin can only honestly control himself not to be willful, and try to live a few more days.

Yan Huaiyin had endured for a long time just now in order to deal with Nanyang Hou in the private room, but now that he could really eat, he took every bite very seriously.

But this little happiness didn't last long. On the bustling long street, a person bumped into him.

It was a child, like a monkey and as timid as a mouse, after bumping into him, he was the one who was startled, before Yan Huaiyin could speak, he ran away and disappeared.

When Yan Huaiyin lowered his head again, he found a thin piece of paper stuffed in the crook of his arm.

The young man wasn't surprised at all, he held the note in his palm calmly, continued to walk in the sun, and unfolded the note after he finished eating the ice, snow and cold water in the small glass bowl.

But just five short words - Royal Concubine Banquet, take a picture.

Today's empress is not favored, but Emperor Chengde favors the noble concubine Zhou, and the concubine's birthday will be three days later.A month ago, the news that the emperor was going to hold a birthday banquet for the noble concubine spread throughout Chaohua City.

Splashing love, but that's all.

There is a small seal in the lower left corner of the note, which is Zhao Huan's seal.

After more than ten days, Zhao Huan should have known that all the people he sent from the old northwestern department had been dealt with by Yan Huaiyin.

But he didn't do anything else, he just sent the forces ambushing in Chaohua City to deliver this note to Yan Huaiyin.

The meaning is hard to fathom, but the only thing we can know is that if Yan Huaiyin can't get the Chaohua City defense map this time, Yan Xiuqing and the Heyu Army in the far northwest will definitely not be too comfortable.

Yan Huaiyin drooped her eyelashes and suppressed the look in her eyes.There was no trace of a smile on his lips, only a fingertip moved, and a thin piece of paper disappeared in his palm in an instant.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, Concubine Zhou was delighted by the moonlight, and the birthday banquet was held at night, and all the officials of the eighth rank and above in Chaohua City were present.

The queen has no children, and the crown prince Qi Zan was born to Concubine Zhou. As his young Fu, Yan Huaiyin naturally wanted to attend the feast.

The entire Ministry of Rituals prepared for half a year, turning the imperial palace of this day into a fairy mountain pavilion that only survived for a night in the world.

Yan Huaiyin arrived at Wushi, but the Chaohua Gate, which was supposed to be closed at Youshi, was still wide open.

Countless officials in official uniforms entered through the Chaohua Gate, and a pair of painted glazed lanterns had already been hung on the palace road of the palace inside the city gate every ten feet.

The entire palace was full of brilliance, and there was no place that was not lively and festive.

At a glance, everyone has a smile on their faces.

Yan Huaiyin picked a time that was not too early and not too late, and came to the yard where Concubine Zhou Guifei held a banquet at Feifeng Palace.

This is the palace that Emperor Chengde just built for her. The Phoenix Tower, the famous building of the Bodhi Temple outside the palace, is only ten stories high, while the Feifeng Palace is surrounded by pavilions, and there is no end in sight, and there are ten-storey pavilions everywhere.

Brightly lit, not like the world.

It only took three months to build this palace. Emperor Chengde collected [-] strong men to build the building, and after exhausting more than [-] people, he was rewarded with a salute from Pingping Tingting, the imperial concubine.

The imperial concubine's birthday banquet is not as formal as a state banquet. Although the seats are arranged according to rank, if everyone does not sit according to rank, it will be harmless in the palace tonight.

Yan Huaiyin chose a seat closest to the gate of the palace to sit.

Although eunuchs sang and sang when he came, he was from the old northwestern part after all. Anyone with a brain in Chaohua City didn't know that the emperor wanted to use Zhao Huan's head as a ball instead. Naturally, not many people were interested in chatting with him. .

Except for Wang Size, after a few polite words with him, only Nanyang Hou sat in the front seat, and Yaoyao handed him the wine glass in his hand.

Yan Huaiyin was sitting alone, with her chin propped on her hand, she raised her eyes to see the layers upon layers of Feifeng Palace, which was like flowing fire.

He looked at the brightly lit and splendid Feifeng Palace, but he felt it was dazzling.

The young man played with the ten-thousand-dollar glazed cup in his hand, and said in his heart: Eight years later and eight years ago in Chaohua City, nothing has changed.

I only hear the imperial concubine laughing, but not the people crying.

And a sharp singing and shouting interrupted Yan Huaiyin's thoughts, he paused, and slowly straightened up.

"Gu Huanshan, Commander of Twenty Guanggu Soldiers, General Gu is here!"

Yan Huaiyin looked over with some officials who had daughters to be married.

The tall and straight young general slowly pushed a wheelchair, bent slightly, walked around the hanging flowers blocking him, and entered the yard.

The author says:

感谢在2022-04-0820:10:21-2022-04-1022:43:49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 who irrigates the nutrient solution: the blue silk turns into snow at dusk. 10 bottles;

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