Chapter 485, Fist Father Love

  Having been busy for two days, Mrs. Li brought Daohua and prepared all the gifts for the Yan clan. The next day, Yan Wenqi and others came to Songheyuan to bid farewell to the old lady Yan.

  Yan Zhigao also stayed there for a while: "In recent years, there have been many outstanding juniors in the clan. I haven't been back for a long time because of busy work, and I don't take care of the clan too much."

  "I discussed with the old lady and decided to donate 200 acres of sacrificial fields to the clan to support the studies of the younger generations in the clan. This time I asked your third uncle to send you back and implement the sacrificial fields by the way."

  At the same time, he also added some fields to his family, and then took care of the house. Even though he didn’t go back to live in, he still couldn’t let the old house be damaged.

  Yan Wenqi stood up and said in gratitude: "My nephew thanked Uncle Yan for his tribe."

   Yan Zhigao raised his hand: "I'm going to go to the office, so I can't give you more. I will often come to play at home in the future."

   Yan Wenqi and Yan Yunxi got up to see each other.

  After Yan Zhigao left, Mrs. Yan took a few people to chat for a while, and then Mrs. Li and Yan Wenxiu sent them away.

  The gate of Yan's house.

  Looking at the cart full of gifts, Yan Wenqi was very embarrassed.

  Yan Wenxiu patted him on the shoulder: "A little bit of concern from my family is not a precious thing. Take it back and share it with the people in the clan."

  Yan Wenqi nodded: "Wenge and I are going to attend next year's spring boudoir, we will contact you by letter at that time."

  Yan Wenxiu smiled and said: "Okay, I wish the two brothers in advance the title of the gold list."

  Yan Wenqi and Yan Wenge hugged their fists: "I borrowed your good words."

  On the other side, after Daohua sent Yan Yunxi and Yan Yunyan onto the carriage, she stood beside Mrs. Li, and then watched the convoy go away.

  In the carriage, Yan Yunxi couldn't help but stretched out his hand to lift the driving curtain, looked at Yan Mansion again, and looked a little lonely: "I wonder if there is any chance to come back in the future?"

  Yan Yunyan's mood is also a bit low: "I'm afraid there is no chance." After the New Year, they will be fourteen years old, and their family will not allow them to go out.

Looking at the slim rice flower in front of Yan's house, Yan Yunxi slowly lowered the curtain, and laughed at herself: "When I was a child, I always liked to compare with Yi and felt that I was not inferior to her. But this time I came to Yan's house. How ridiculous."

  “Sometimes I think, if Uncle Yan did not become an official and lived with us in the village, then the difference between us and Yiyi would not be that big?”

  Yan Yunyan’s eyes flashed dazedly. She remembered that when she was a child, Yiyi was whiter and tenderer than the girl in the village. Walking with her, she would not feel dwarfed by her now.

  My grandfather said rightly that his status and status are really nurturing.

"Maybe."

Yan Yunxi sighed, was silent for a while, and then laughed again: "Your brother and my brother are going to participate in the spring boudoir soon. As long as they can get into the ranks, they can become officials like Uncle Yan. When the time comes, We may not be as good as Yiyi, but we are also Miss Guanjia."

  Yan Yunyan also had a bright light in his eyes, and murmured a few words with his hands together: “I beg the ancestors of the Yan family to bless the eldest brother and the Wen Qi brother to be on the list.”

  After seeing the wealth and style of the Yi family, now returning to the country’s hometown, the gap is really big.

  At the same time, the capital, the palace.

  In the main hall, the heads of Mr. An and others were low, and the secret guards who sent the letter did not dare to say a word.

  After another cup of tea, just when An Gong Gong thought that the emperor was going to be furious, the emperor actually laughed loudly again, ridiculously smiling and sinking.

   "The Emperor is really eccentric, so eccentric that he doesn't even want his ancestors."

  The words were gnashing their teeth. A long distance away, Grandpa An could feel the depression and resentment in the emperor's heart, but then the emperor's laughter was really joyful and refreshing.

  The emperor laughed for a while, and said to Mr. An, "An Yuan, go and bring me the map of Daxia."

  An official nodded: "Yes, the minion will get it right away."

   Soon, Mr. An came over carefully holding a brocade box more than one meter long: "The emperor, open it?"

  The emperor clicked on the table with his finger: "Open it."

  An Gong Lima took out the map from the brocade box and spread the map bit by bit with extreme care.

  When the map was finished, the emperor bent down and looked at it carefully. Soon, he looked for Fenxi, and then went to Sishan Village.

  The iron ore in Sishan Village, he had heard people mention it before he became the throne, but unfortunately he never found a specific location, and he did not expect to be left by the first emperor to the old eight.

  Xianhuang didn’t know how much threat and damage it would cause Daxia to leave such a large iron ore to the old eight?

  He knows, but because of his love, he still asked him to give the iron ore to the old eight.

  "Fighter loves."

The emperor chewed the word sarcastically. The first emperor was kind. Knowing that the Jiang family and him could not tolerate the old eighth, he left such a way for him. However, he didn’t know that the father’s love would be taken sooner. Is Lao Ba's fate?

  After a while, the emperor calmed down his fluctuating mood and turned his attention to the map again.

  How many back-ups did the first emperor leave for Lao Ba?

  The emperor’s eyes slowly glided across the map, and finally fell to the position of the emperor’s tomb.

  In no hurry, he will find out the back hand in Lao Ba's hand bit by bit.

   "Let's put it away!"

   Feeling that the suffocating depressive breath is gone, Mr. Ang quickly rolled up the map, put it back in the brocade box, and then took it to the secret room and locked it.

  When he comes back again, the emperor on the dragon chair is still oppressed and gloomy, and his face is full of happy smiles.

   "Yang'er is now more and more promising, um. Uncle's little apprentice is also a lucky star."

  First it was a gold mine, and now it is an iron mine. It hit the old eight and supported him. These two little guys are great!

  An public official said with a smile: "The old man knows his eyes and knows the bead."

  The emperor smiled and nodded. Even when he was out of the palace, his uncle was helping himself. He used to be himself, but now he is his little apprentice. He is not really alone.

   "Yang'er is too young after all, let Wu Jingyi pay more attention to the things over there, and it's cheaper for the old fox."

  An father-in-law smiled and said nothing, but he thought about it in his heart.

  Although I don’t know what happened, let the emperor say so, it must be a good thing, and it is still a good thing for Governor Wu to do meritorious service.

  The emperor thought for a while: "Wear the ink, I will give Wu Jingyi the decree."

  Yan House.

  After sending away Yan Yunxi and a few people, Daohua was completely idle. Now there are only three people, Yan Siyu, mother and son, and a few guests, Mr. Han Er, Master Han, and Fang Hao.

  Male dependents don’t need her to entertain, she only needs to spend some time with her aunt and cousin every day.

  This person is easy to think about things in his spare time.

In Daohua Xuan, Bishi looked at Daohua who was sitting on the side in a puzzled manner, and pulled Wang Man'er's sleeves: "Sister Man'er, the girl still trains them?"

  Wang Man'er is also very helpless. The girl is always in a daze these past two days: "Let me ask."

   Daohua, who was thinking about what Xiao Yeyang was doing, saw Wang Man'er shaking her hand in front of her eyes, and she regained her senses: "What are you doing?"

  Wang Man'er pointed to the seven puppies lying on the ground: "Girl, are you still training?"

   Daohua then remembered what was going on: "Practice, of course you must practice." After saying that, she stood up, "Go, take out the fragrant pills I prepared before, and let them smell them well."

  Seven puppies, she was too lazy to choose a name, so she started barking like one, two, and three.

  (End of this chapter)