Unclean

Chapter 40

The winter solstice passed, the snow stopped, and the sun came out for several days.

Yan Yunhe didn't go to work in the palace, it was rare for him to rest at home for a while.

I got up early in the morning to practice boxing, and then took Song Wen to clean out the study room. Taking advantage of the sunshine, I counted all the books.

When Marquis Yong'an was still alive, he liked to collect rare copies, even if he couldn't receive the original ones, he would buy imitations.

The people below only know that he likes to buy books, so they think he likes to read, and many people give him books every year.

Therefore, there are many kinds of libraries in the Hou Mansion. Yan Yunhe moved a small stool and sat in the courtyard to read books. Mrs. Yan Zhong Ru came out with her personal maid, and when she saw him like this, she began to sigh.

"It's such a beautiful weather, don't stay at home, go for a walk!" Mrs. Yan said with a frown.

Yan Yunhe put down the medical book in his hand: "I was not in the mansion before, and you said that I was too busy to see anyone, so I might as well be obedient to you."

Xiaoaiai is a dog, given to Mrs. Yan by the servant of the Imperial Horse Supervisor for amusing. It is already ten years old, old-fashioned, and it will bite Yan Yunhe whenever it sees it.

Mrs. Yan glared at Yan Yunhe: "If you inherit your father's title peacefully, you should start a family now no matter what."

In the early days of the founding of the Great Jin Dynasty, many lords were awarded based on military merit.

Although there are no express regulations, in order to prevent the nobles from forming cliques for personal gain, most of the nobles have titles but no jobs.

Yan Yunhe is now able to serve as the admiral of the Shenji Camp, and he is highly valued by Emperor Cheng Jing, because he gave up being a nobleman at the beginning, and he did not want to be mediocre.

However, Emperor Cheng Jing still kept this title. If Yanyun He Cheng's family had descendants in the future, this title could still be left to his children to inherit.

As soon as Yan Yunhe heard Mrs. Yan's nagging, he felt dizzy.

Mrs. Yan said: "You have been at the border for so many years, and you have been transferred here and there every year, but you can't return to the capital."

Yan Yunhe stood up, and Mrs. Yan followed behind him and continued to read: "I dare not let you really marry a girl to come in, so as not to delay others!"

"Now I'm looking forward to returning you to Beijing. Shouldn't you start to look up to me? I heard that the daughter of Zuo Yingshan, the doctor of imperial history, is also from Donglin Academy. It’s time to cross the threshold.”

Mrs. Yan spoke anxiously, but Yan Yunhe stopped suddenly, and she almost ran into him.

Yan Yunhe turned around: "You are right, I really should go out."

"Which one do you want to see?" Madam Yan's eyes lit up.

Yan Yunhe wanted to visit Yu's house, but he couldn't go, so he finally came to Fang Zhizhou's mansion.

Fang Zhizhou was taking a rest, and the Hanlin Academy was already free, but he was serving as an official in the imperial city, so even though he was in the mansion, he never stopped writing.

Especially when Yinniang returned to Beijing, she happened to stay in Fangfu.Even the birds she brought came back and forth with letters, and everyone was busier than Yan Yun.

When Yan Yunhe stepped in, the crow was standing on the window rail, combing its hair.

As soon as he saw Yan Yunhe, he rushed over, but Yan Yunhe grabbed his neck and screamed.

Yinniang was holding needlework in her hand, seeing Yan Yunhe holding her bird like this, she said angrily, "Yan Huaiyang, let go of my chirp!"

Yan Yunhe let the crow go casually: "What are you sewing?"

He sat aside, glanced at the handkerchief in Yinniang's hand, and found that it was sewn with a crooked love poem, why not seeing each other every day is like three autumns.

Yan Yunhe's face was wrinkled: "Can you be normal?"

Yinniang is quick to hurt people with silver needles, but it is very difficult for female celebrities: "I will see His Majesty soon, and I brag to him every year that I will give him a handkerchief. This year, no matter what, I have to get a copy."

"Your Majesty won't accept it." Yan Yunhe said deliberately.

Yinniang retorted: "Whether he accepts it or not, the heart is the most important thing. Maybe seeing this veil will make me happy and let me stay in the capital."

Yan Yunhe asked: "So you just want to transfer back to the capital to please His Majesty?"

Yinniang hurt her hand with a needle, and hissed: "So what."

"Gifts have to be sent to the heart. Now that the national treasury is empty, how about giving your golden book to His Majesty?" Yan Yunhe suggested.

Yinniang's eyes widened: "Are you human? I have worked so hard to save that little property for so long! Besides, that little silver is not worth as much as a jade pendant on His Majesty's waist."

Yan Yunhe smiled: "I don't think you like His Majesty, but you are plotting for Your Majesty's money."

Yinniang said confidently: "I'm greedy for money and lustful, what's the matter, who made His Majesty the richest man, and also good-looking!"

Why Yan Yun refused to admit it, she was a little jealous.

Yinniang could generously give Emperor Cheng Jing the handkerchief she sewed, but he didn't even dare to send silver charcoal to Yu's mansion.

Fang Zhizhou looked at the letter in his hand without raising his eyes: "If you have nothing to do, you will go to the Three Treasures Hall, and if you have something to say, speak up."

Yinniang clicked her tongue: "Can't you go to the study when you talk about things, you have to talk here!"

After she finished speaking, she hugged her female celebrity and rushed away angrily.

Yan Yunhe suppressed his smile, and said seriously: "How is the case of King Wu going?"

Fang Zhizhou sorted and collected the letters one by one: "Even the Imperial City Division cannot interfere in such a major case. We can at most hand over the criminal evidence from the sidelines. As for the final decision, it is up to His Majesty."

Yan Yunhe asked, "Where are those assassins?"

Fang Zhizhou said: "It was handed over to Dali Temple, and the results came out last night. They are all dead men of the King of Wu."

Yan Yunhe frowned: "Don't you think it's strange, even if King Wu really wanted to conspire against him, why did assassins still appear at the palace banquet after he was arrested?"

"What's so strange about this, since King Wu has been planning for a long time, it is impossible to rely on gunpowder alone." Fang Zhizhou said.

Yan Yunhe: "I think this assassin came here strangely, as if he wanted to confirm the case of King Wu's treason."

Fang Zhizhou shook his head: "According to the clues provided by Chen Qing and Zhao Xiang's account books, the person who bought the gunpowder behind this is indeed King Wu."

Fang Zhizhou continued: "Among the vassal kings, Wu Wang was the most likely to be crowned a great treasure. Now he is not only a vassal king, he is also under the control of the clan's house everywhere, and he is not allowed to return to Beijing without an edict. Wu Wang's biological mother, Concubine Zhang, passed away last year. , he couldn’t even come back to worship.”

Yan Yunhe said: "Wu Wang went to the fief and had no intention of disobedience. At that time, the court had not started to cut down the feudal clan. He had a lot of soldiers and horses in his hands. Why wait so many years to start doing it?"

Fang Zhizhou raised the corners of his lips: "At that time, he might not have dared to really commit trouble, but what if someone incited him later?"

Yan Yunhe said sharply: "Who?"

Fang Zhizhou sighed: "The king of Wu got a counselor the year before last. It is rumored that this person is very good at strategy and has done a lot for the king of Wu."

Looking at Fang Zhizhou's face, Yan Yunhe knew the result: "The man was not caught."

Fang Zhizhou nodded and said, "I have escaped a long time ago."

Yan Yunhe: "Where did this counselor come from, and what does he look like?"

Fang Zhizhou said: "It is said that this man's appearance is completely ruined, his voice is hoarse, and he is extremely mysterious. I don't know where King Wu found him."

How did Yan Yun know that Fang Zhizhou had revealed too much, and if he asked more questions, this person would not tell him any more.

He got up at last, and suddenly asked Fang Zhizhou: "Do you think it is possible that Yu Qin... is loyal to His Majesty?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stared at Fang Zhizhou's expression.

Seeing Fang Zhizhou's eyebrows twitching, he felt absurd: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Those eyes seemed to feel that Yan Yunhe had lost his head.

Realizing that Fang Zhizhou was sincerely moved, Yan Yunhe withdrew his gaze: "It's just a guess. Didn't His Majesty stop me from saving him a few days ago?"

Fang Zhizhou said in a deep voice: "No matter how bad Yu Qin is, he is also the grandson of Duke Yu. If he happened to die by your side, how should we explain this?"

Yan Yunhe shrugged his shoulders: "Just treat me as a ghost obsessed."

Fang Zhizhou waved his hand with a headache to drive him away: "Okay, you can go quickly, don't you have something to do?"

Yan Yunhe paused: "I'm at home now, what else do I have to do?"

Fang Zhizhou resumed his official duties: "Yinniang wants to send His Majesty a handkerchief, and I think some people also want to give something away. This winter hasn't passed yet, why is spring here?"

Yan Yunhe blushed a little from the embarrassment, and hurried out of Fangfu.

He returned to Yong'anhou's mansion, plunged into the treasury, and searched through it for a long time.It wasn't until night fell that he was dressed in black and walked through the night.

When Yan Yunhe's lightness kung fu master taught him back then, he probably never thought that one day Yan Yunhe would use this kung fu to overturn people's walls.

Although the Yu Mansion is old, it is not dilapidated.

Why didn't Yan Yun plan to stay for a long time, he just wanted to put down his things and leave.

But he heard voices coming from the dormitory, and someone came to see Yu Qin.

Yan Yunhe lifted a tile and looked down.It turned out that the imperial physician in the palace was taking Yu Qin's pulse. After a closer look, the imperial physician was employed by the queen mother.

Not long after, the imperial physician put down Yu Qin's wrist, left behind the prescription, and left the Yu mansion under the guidance of the old servant.

Most of Yan Yunhe Ting's prescriptions are precious medicinal materials, many of which are used by the palace.

The Empress Dowager really paid a lot of money, and she really won people's hearts, almost beating people to death, and then spared no expense in treating them.

In comparison, what Yan Yunhe brought from the Hou's residence was really not enough.

Yan Yunhe just wanted to put the tiles back and was about to leave when Yu Qin got up from the bed and walked towards the table with difficulty, looking as if he was going to pour a glass of water for a drink.

Don't these servants know how to put tea next to the patients?

Why is there so few servants in the Yu Mansion, can't they hire more?

Suddenly Yu Qin's figure became unstable. He propped himself up on the table in embarrassment, the teacup shattered on the ground, and he was about to fall down.

Yan Yunhe hurriedly flew down from the eaves until the window was turned in, before he could concentrate, the golden knife struck.

Before the knife came close to his body, it was forcibly withdrawn by the master.

Because of this, Yu Qin suffered backlash, and his face turned pale again. He could barely support his body, frowning at Yan Yunhe.

Yan Yunhe took off the mask on his face, and said angrily, "I... just came to see you."

He reached out and filled a full cup of the tea that Yu Qin failed to pour out, and handed it over: "Don't you want to drink water?"

Yu Qin looked at the tea, then at Yan Yunhe.

Just as Yan Yun thought, this person wanted to say some sarcastic remarks again, to let him clarify the position of each other, and to tell him not to speak softly.

Yu Qin reached out to take the teacup and drank it down.

The hand that touched his fingertips was cold, but not as cold as that night.

There seemed to be a faint fragrance in the room, Yan Yunhe turned his head, just in time to see a peach blossom that should not appear in winter.

Placed in a porcelain vase next to the bed, it blooms brightly.