Rise From the Humble

The sky has brightened, the sun has risen to the east, and the radiance is warm. This is the most comfortable time of the day, and it is not too hot. The warm sunshine leans on the red bricks and green tiles of West Chang'an Street, especially the cornices of the pavilions, adding poetry and elegance to West Chang'an Street under the sun.

On West Chang'an Street, from the direction of Xiyuan, a large sedan chair carried by eight people is slowly approaching.

The sedan chair covered by the curtain is simple and heavy, grand and introverted. There are maids on both sides of the sedan chair and guards with knives.

In the entire capital city, there are only a handful of people who are qualified to use eight sedan chairs. If the scope is narrowed down to this West Chang'an Avenue, the answer will be obvious.

"The prime minister is back."

"It's Master Yan who's back."

"Mr. Yan Ge, this is really Mr. Yan Ge's sedan chair."

The people who lined up in front of the gate of Yan's mansion to deliver the greeting cards suddenly turned their attention to the sedan chair slowly approaching from the opposite side, and shouted excitedly.

On the one hand, Yan Nian, a high-ranking official, directed his servants to maintain order in the queue, arranging the queue against the corner, freeing up space at the door to facilitate Yan Song's sedan to enter the house; on the other hand, he asked the concierge to pass the news that the master of the house had returned. , Yan Nian trotted to the front to greet Yan Song.

"Master, you are back."

Yan Nian trotted all the way to the front of the sedan chair, stood still and bent over, welcoming Yan Song back home.

"Yes." Yan Song hummed softly in the sedan chair. He was not in good spirits and felt a little sleepy. He was old. He had stayed in Xiyuan to wait for the decree after delivering his Qing Ci yesterday afternoon. He didn't wait until after the early morning for the saint to upload it. note. It was already after midnight at this time, Xiyuan was locked and locked outside, and everyone couldn't go back to the house, so they could only rest in the value hut. Zhilu was relatively simple, far inferior to Yan's Mansion. Yan Song could hardly fall asleep. It was really hard for him at his age, so he was not in good spirits.

In addition, I didn't expect that in the end, it was Xu Jie's Qingci that won the first prize. Although Xu Jie is very docile and close to himself these days, he is still a little disappointed.

I am very optimistic about the Qing Ci in Donglou, it is much better than Yuan Wei's, and I thought it would be favored by the Holy One. It's a pity that Xu Jie's sentence "turn a tiger into a dragon and return to heaven" is too spiritual.

Xu Jie, an old boy, was lucky. He met a good young man in the main examination. His spirituality for Qingci was not weaker than Yuan Wei, and he was a good talent.

Of course, young people have some edges and corners. Newborn calves don’t know the heights of the world. If you give them a few hard knocks and give them a few blows, young people who can distinguish the situation are not afraid of being sharp, but they are afraid of not having talent.

Xu Jie is a good example. Wasn’t it rough and angular at the beginning? After polishing it a few times, it doesn’t make sense to hold it in your hand now.

Yan Song sat in the sedan, thinking of Xu Jie's performance these days, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Hurry up, open the door and let the master go back to the house. Instruct the kitchen to prepare the ginseng soup." Hearing the fatigue in Yan Song's tone, Yan Nian hurriedly trotted to clear the way, ordered the guard to open the door quickly, and then ordered the concierge to let the kitchen Prepare ginseng soup.

Soon, Yan Song's sedan arrived in front of the gate.

"I have met Mr. Yan."

"My subordinates pay homage to Mr. Yan Ge."

People queuing up at the door to send greeting cards were paying homage to Yan Song's sedan.

"I'm tired after a long night. Let me go back home first." Yan Nian stopped everyone who was saluting and scolded the guards to maintain order.

"stop."

Yan Song's voice came from the sedan.

Then the sedan stopped in front of everyone, and the maid waiting outside the sedan opened the curtain of the sedan, revealing Yan Song's figure.

"Yan Nian!"

Yan Song called Yan Nian to the sedan chair and said displeasedly, "We are guests from afar. These are the guests of our Yan Mansion. Is this how you treat the distinguished guests of our Yan Mansion?"

"Master, you have been busy all night," Yan Nian explained.

"Okay, let's ask the kitchen to prepare more tea soup to relieve the heat and bring it out to the guests to moisten their throats." Yan Song waved his hand, stopped Yan Nian, and ordered the house to bring tea soup to the people waiting in line to relieve the heat. Tea soup.

"I'm so touched. Mr. Yan is in a high position, but he is still so approachable and always considers us."

"I am willing to die for your lord."

"Corporal courtesy and virtuous, approachable, Mr. Yan really loves the people like a son."

Everyone in the queue rushed to express their feelings and gratitude to Yan Song. They were full of emotions.

"I am very happy that you all are here. Compared with you, I am no better than you, except that my teeth have grown older. Now I have a British ruler in the Ming Dynasty, and all the kings below me. The birds are singing and the swallows are dancing, and the country is peaceful and the people are safe. This is really a great thing that can only happen once in a hundred years. It’s a prosperous age. You must not miss the opportunity, work hard, and believe that you will have a bright future. I am old, and I, the Ming Dynasty, will have to look after you young people in the future."

After giving the instructions, Yan Song nodded to the people in line and exhorted, like a kind and responsible elder in the family.

"Thank you, Master Yan."

"Thank you, Mr. Yan, for your words."

"Master Yan has good intentions. He is really worried about us."

"Master Yan is always strong and strong, working hard and sleeping day and night, handling government affairs day and night. I admire you. Master Yan, please go back home and rest soon."

Everyone below was excited and moved again.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Yan Song nodded with satisfaction, and after a few more words of encouragement, he sat back in the sedan and nodded to the attendants outside the sedan.

"Go back home." The attendant understood.

The sedan was lifted up again and walked towards the gate of Yan's Mansion.

Yan Song sat in the sedan and opened the curtains of the sedan, nodded to the people lining up, and said goodbye to them.

Just as Yan Song lowered the curtains, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a piece of cardboard outside the sedan. To be precise, he was attracted by the words on the paper.

The backbone is deep and hearty; the awe-inspiring and upright spirit is vigorous and powerful.

From a visual perspective, the words are like sails riding the wind and waves, as if they are breaking free from the back of the paper and roaring out.

What caught Yan Song's attention the most was that there seemed to be a bit of his own calligraphy in the font.

"Yan Nian, bring that piece of paper."

Yan Song opened the curtain, pointed to the piece of paper on the ground, and gave instructions to Yan Nian outside the sedan.

Paper?

What paper?

Yan Nian was stunned for a moment, then turned to follow Yan Song's gaze, and then his eyeballs suddenly popped out, his head buzzed for a while, as if he had been pricked by a needle, he was completely stunned, and he was dumbfounded. As if, he opened his mouth and said tremblingly, "No, no."

breeze blows

The paper on the ground swayed slightly

It's like laughing at yourself.

Yan Nian was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe his eyes and felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.