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After listening to Yan Song's confusion, he was silent and did not want to talk about the serious matters anymore, so he changed the topic and said, "Where has Boss Zhang from Liuxinju gone?"
Yan Nian came out of nowhere and said, "I was invited by a villain to have tea."
"I heard that Master Ge wants to write an inscription for him?" said silently: "I heard Master Ge's calligraphy is unparalleled in the world for a long time. I wonder if Mr. Gu can watch it?"
"Of course." Yan Song smiled and said, "Please come in, Boss Zhang."
"Yes." Yan Nian continued to speak respectfully, and soon, Zhang Degui came in with a melon-shaped hat and kowtowed to Master Yan, and Lord Shen.
Yan Song smiled and said, "I and my wife love your pickles the most. I love your sweet sauce radish, sweet sauce cucumber, and sweet sauce ginger sprouts; my wife loves sweet sauce Babaorong, sweet sauce and coriander." Yan Ge Lao knew it as if he had known it. He smiled with a remembrance and said, "You have been sending pickles to my family for more than 20 years."
"Returning to the Prime Minister" Zhang Degui said: "It's been twenty-two years. My father gave it to him for thirteen years when he was there. After the villain took over, it's the ninth year.
"For more than twenty years," Yan Song sighed: "I am going back to my hometown soon, and you don't have to send it to me in the future. I'm writing a store name for you, which can be considered a good start and end."
Yan Nian helped Yan Song walk into the study and quietly entered. Zhang Degui fell to the end, looking at the backs of several adults, his expression was entangled, but he still sighed and followed him in.
When he entered, Chen Zi and Yan Nian had already laid the rice paper and ground the ink. Old Yan Song carried the thick pig bristle large regular script, and his luck adjusted his breath. His spirit was condensed. Although he was eighty years old, his hand holding the pen was as stable as Mount Tai, and he wrote "Liu Biju. The three characters are well-proportioned and vigorous. The style of everyone is vividly displayed on the paper, which attracted Chen Si to praise him. It is indeed much better than his own writing, and Yan Nian even applauded.
Yan Song held the sleeve of his right arm in his left hand, held a pen in his right hand, looked at his work, nodded with satisfaction, "It seems that his skills are still there!"
Yan Nian smiled at Zhang Degui, "Your ancestor burned high incense and actually got the imperial treasures from the old master. This is a word of 100 million yuan. Why don't you kowtow to thank you?" However, seeing that Zhang Degui's face was extremely entangled, Yan Nian couldn't help but smile and said, "Looking at this guy, I'm so happy and stupid."
At this time, Zhang Degui finally knelt down and kowtowed, "Thank you for your kindness, your word is too expensive. I'm afraid I can't afford it,"
Yan Song laughed and said, "It's okay, just hang it up."
Seeing that the old prime minister had not understood what he meant, Zhang Degui finally couldn't help but say, "People dare not hang up."
After a word came out, the whole room was silent.
All the smart people present, even Yan Nian has a low IQ. Of course, he understands the meaning of Zhang Degui's words."
Yan Nian said angrily: "You are the one who begging for free and begging for your words. Now that the prime minister has finished writing, you don't want it. You are such a ungrateful dog!" He was still cursing, but Master Yan slowly put down his pen, and smiled like winter and sunset, "If you don't want it, then forget it."
Zhang Degui kowtowed like pounding garlic and kept explaining: "The inscription of the Xiangye is very much what the villain wants, but the open shop is called Liuxinju. It is precisely because the six people opened it together. Everything must be discussed by our six families to decide that the villain must go back and discuss with them."
"Your explanation" Chen Si shook his head and said, "It's so bad." He said, "Since the master said forget it, you can leave quickly."
Zhang Degui was given a general amnesty and kowtowed to the adults again. He ran away with a piss.
: "I look down on these little businessmen the most, I am ruthless and shameless. I am more courageous than a needle and a nose, and I run faster than a rabbit when I hear the sound of the wind?"
Ge Lao Yan apologized and said with a silence: "May Lord Shen laugh."
Silent shook his head and said softly: "The little businessman is like walking on thin ice. He is afraid of falling leaves. The incident of the soldiers of Shuntian Palace sealing off the East Building Villa. It has spread throughout the city. People listen to the wind and rain, and the three of them become tigers. It is inevitable that they will scare themselves. Master, don't think too much."
"Haha, no." Yan Song shook his head and said slowly: "When you are eighty years old, you will know that human feelings are like water and the world is in full swing, so you will naturally be able to see it."
Chen Si nodded, did not ask any more, and after talking for a while, he stood up and said goodbye. Yan Song wanted to see him off, but was stopped by Chen Si repeatedly, saying, "It's impossible to do anything," and bowed. Yan Nian looked at the master, and saw Yan Song nodding, so he quickly followed him out.
After being silent outside, he completed half of the task. He asked the minor officials around him, and then walked to Yan Donglou's residence, continuing to perform the next half of the task.
When he came to Yan Shifan's magnificent yard, which was either gold or jade, he couldn't help but shake his head at Yan Donglou's taste. Not to mention the character of Yan Ge, he was at least interested and elegant in life. How could he give birth to such an impatient son?
At this time, the officials were moving out the jade screens, blood corals and other treasures in the house, and carefully loading them on the cart. The emperor was 800 taels and had to use these worth ten thousand gold items. Now the little master is really losing his fortune.
Wang Qiming, who was responsible for counting the property, came up to pay his respects and asked him in silence how he found out. Wang Qiming shook his head and said, "Apart from the decorations in the house worth tens of thousands of gold, there are no gold, silver and jewelry, nor bills or bonds." He went downstairs in Shen Mo. He was the Ministry of Justice and wanted to repay the world of Master Zhuo. However, he did not find any details this time and was very depressed.
"Oh" nodded silently, but heard Wang Qiming say as if he offered treasure: "But there are many eye-opening things. You have to come in and take a look.
"What?" Chen Si followed him into the house and saw several officials making a purse wooden bed of 9 feet long and six feet wide, hoping to transport this thing out as well.
Seeing the huge Hehuan bed, I couldn't help but shake my head in silence, and then heard Wang Qiming sigh: "It's really a great battlefield for men to have golden swords and iron horses! Why don't you, please move this to you."
"Go to you!" Chen Shu laughed and gave him a thunderous cry: "Stop giving bad ideas."
At this time, someone got under the bed, trying to see if there was a treasure hidden underneath, but he took out a pile of white silk sweat towels.
"It's so exquisite. Wang Qiming picked up one. Seeing that he used a good lake silk and embroidered tassels on it, it was not an ordinary product. He put it at the end of his nose and took a deep breath, saying, "It's quite fragrant, so he put it in his arms and said, "Go back and wash and tie it. Isn't this a corruption?"
"Not count." Chen Si shook his head and smiled. He saw that there seemed to be some dirt on the lines of towels. He saw that there were some officials on the left and right laughing, and asked, "What's the purpose? Do you know?"
A official covered his mouth and replied with a smile: "I know what this is for."
Wang Qiming picked up sweat towels on the ground, wanted to find a few more beautiful ones and give them to their favorites, but asked casually: "What are you doing?"
"This is a dirty scarf. It is said that every time Yan Donglou plays with a woman, he throws a sweat scarf under the bed. He counts the number of sweat scarfs at the end of the year and looks at the results of the year. It is said that in the most one year, more than 900 officials replied with a smile.
Including silence, everyone praised, "Young Master Xiao Ge is so healthy!" Only Wang Qiming's face turned green, and he quickly threw out the sweat towel that he put in his arms and said, "Bao, it's so disgusting! I also thought that I had smelled one of them just now. I covered my mouth and ran out. After a while, I heard a sound of vomiting outside.
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In Yan Shifan's old house, no gold, silver and fine materials were allocated. Instead, all kinds of strange and strange erotic instruments were found, and some were cleverly conceived. Some were expensive materials, most of which were never seen in silence, or even could not name them. You could definitely hold a top-level Ming Dynasty sexual culture exhibition.
But on the other hand, Tu Li gained a lot, and collected 20,000 taels of gold and 500,000 taels of silver. Eight hundred east pearls, twelve boxes of various colors. And "more lustful tools,
The two of them decided to divide gold, silver and jewelry into pieces, and those strange and lewd things. I don’t know if Yan Shifan has used them. So they didn’t keep a single piece, and they all made up and submitted it to the palace. The two came to the West Garden to report their lives.
In fact, it was rare and strange for him. When Jiajing saw those gadgets, he was very calm and just exclaimed: "This guy is quite good at playing." Thinking about the emperor when he was young, he had played with these things a lot. Of course, he didn't realize it was strange, and he even blamed and said: "Just deal with this kind of thing casually, and what can I send it to the palace to do?"
The two of them responded helplessly and thought to themselves that we thought these things were rare.
After reading the list of house searches, Jiajing said to Tu Li: "Tu Aiqing can go back first." Tu Li looked at him silently with some jealousy, and had to go on obediently.
When Tu Li went out, Jiajing asked silently and said, "How is Old Yan Song's mood good?"
Chen Si said softly: "It's pretty good. He seems to have seen it out of the way. He is not too sad. He wants to go to the palace to thank him."
Jiajing's expression darkened when he heard this and whispered: "If he had seen it a little earlier, how could he end up like this?"
I didn't know what the meaning of this sentence was, so I had to persuade him: "Ge Lao Yan said that he could retire normally and Yan Shifan also saved his life. The emperor's grace was so great that he had no extravagance."
"Oh, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, how is it that simple?" Jiajing pointed to the stack of memorials on the imperial desk and said to the silent: "Look at it."
Silently wiped his hands and walked quickly to the imperial case. Looking through the memorials, they all impeached the Yan family's father and son to form a clique for personal gain, sell official positions, embezzle and accept bribes, and forcibly rob the women of the people." There was no imagination.
As he was watching, he heard Jiajing say, "If you don't want to be a bird that comes out, you'll only hit dogs! This is Lian's minister!" He snorted coldly, "One dog barking, hundreds of dogs barking, these broken things, Lian feels upset when he looks at them!"
I was silent and dared not speak, because every word I said here might be written into the emperor's daily life notes, and maybe one day it will cause some trouble.
But Jiajing asked again, "There are many people who have taken advantage of the situation. How many people usually ask Yan Song for a word but cannot get it. It is said that a pickle shop has been begging for many years. He finally agreed and called the owner of the store to the front and wrote an inscription for him in person. Who knew that the boss didn't dare to ask for it when he arrived at the stage. Is this the case?"
"I was silent and couldn't help but shiver and thought to myself, was it that Yan Ge's hometown every move was under the emperor's nose? Then I thought, and felt it was impossible, because if that were the case, Yan Song had died eight times long ago, so how could the emperor be so soft-hearted? So it was probably because Zhang Degui, who was the melon-skin hat, was investigated by a secret detective. But he still dared not be negligent, and told the truth: "I am the one who is the one who is a melon-shaped hat.
"Hmph!" Jiajing snorted coldly and said, "It depends on the owner to beat a dog. Yan Song served the couplet for more than 20 years, and he worked hard without any credit. The couplet asked him to retire. It means that he will not blame him for the past! Whoever dares to hold on to him or not? He just doesn't take the couplet seriously!"
"Yes!" Chen Si quickly responded and said to himself, I think so too, why are you doing great things with me?
"You go for a trip in person." Jiajing ordered: "Go to Yange's hometown and get the couplet that he wrote for the pickle shop."
“Affect the order.
"Chen Si replied again and asked in a low voice: "Then if you still see Master Yan, I have to reply to him."
"Forget it." Jiajing shook his head and said with some difficulty: "It's gone, what are the mother-in-law and mother doing?"
"Yes." Chen Si hurried out of Xiyuan and turned west, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived at Yan Ge's hometown.
Yan Nian saw that the silence was coming again, and couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning and said, "Is there still going to search the house?"
"It's not about raiding the house, but about asking the master for the letter." Chen Shu waved his hand and said, "You can lead the way quickly, the emperor is still waiting to reply!"
Yan Nian did not dare to neglect, so he quickly took him to see Yan Song, and silently explained his purpose. Yan Song said, "It has been thrown away. What are you still doing?
"Then please write another one with your elder brother." Chen Shu smiled and said, "The emperor is waiting to ask for it."
"Okay Yan Song didn't know what the emperor was going to do, but for many years, he had long used the emperor's words as the highest instructions, and soon wrote a more beautiful "Liuxinju."
Silently, he blew the ink traces, put them into the wooden plaque, ordered two little eunuchs to carry them, and hurried back to Xiyuan.
When Jiajing saw it, hehe, it was quite fresh.
Silently said: "It's newly written."
Jiajing nodded, stopped talking, looked down at the three words "Liuxinju". After a while, he asked, "Why is Liuxinju? The name is weird."
Liumo quickly explained: "It is said that this pickle shop was originally opened by six brothers named Zhang. Hence the name "Liuxinju
Jiajing shook his head and said, "No, no, six people have six hearts. Is there any other thing that is not messed up?" As he said that, he looked at the flowing clouds in the sky outside the hall and said quietly, "People's hearts are like water and people move like smoke. The Ming Dynasty now has a population of 60 million. According to their thoughts, that is 60 million hearts. How can we be the emperor?"
I listened silently to the emperor's words, and seemed to understand what Jiajing meant.
Sure enough, Jiajing said, "You are a talented man from Lianhe. Let me tell you, how can I change it?"
I said silently that in my previous life, I really wanted to hear the name "Liu Biju" sounds very nice, so I said: "In my foolish opinion, there is no need to change it. Just add a stroke to my heart and change the "heart to "Zi,! ** Unify, the whole world is one heart! The name of the store is called Liu Biju, what does the emperor think?
"** Unification, the whole world is one heart? Six must live?" Jiajing's eyes lit up when he heard this. He couldn't help but catch his palms. He smiled at Huang Jin beside him, "How about it, how about Lian's disciples than Yang Sheng'an?"
"How can Yang Sheng'an compare to Lord Shen?" Huang Jin said shamelessly: "He is only the top scholar. Lord Shen is only six yuan!" After hearing this, he was so silent that he wanted to find a gap to drill down. In terms of knowledge, Yang Shen is recognized as one of the best in the history of the Ming Dynasty. Even if he and Shang Ge add up, he can only look at it. If you want to compare it, it is just a shame for yourself.
But Jiajing didn't care about that much, as long as he felt that someone could beat the hateful Yang Sheng'an, he would be very happy. He said to Huang Jin: "Grind ink."
Huang Jin quickly crushed a piece of cinnabar on the imperial inkstone on the large table and dipped the largest imperial pen.
Jiajing took it and used his strength. He added a heavy stroke to the word "Xin." written by Yan Song. Looking at the stroke that looked like a blood-red sword, Jiajing said with a cold light in his eyes: "There is a knife on the head of the word "Xin". Whoever dares to touch Yinglong's thoughts again will inevitably get this sword!"
"Don't calm down," the eunuchs said quickly.
"Silence!" Jiajing said in a deep voice.
"I hurriedly hugged my fists at Shen Mo.
"I gave this calligraphy to the pickle shop Jiajing said in a sequel: "I ordered them to carve a plaque and hang it up today so that everyone in the capital can see it."
"After the order", he responded silently, moaning in his heart: "I really moved my mouth from above and broke my legs from below. Sedansman, I'm sorry.
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Master Yan never waited for the emperor's summons. Finally, three days later, he left his former residence with regrets. Finally, he looked back at the yellow tiles and red walls of the West Garden, and the towering palace was faintly vaguely. It was so close that he was like a river across the sky! The man he had been serving for decades. But even when he saw that he was reluctant to see him, he couldn't help but ask, is his life success or failure?
Chapter completed!