The Lofty Fierce Consort

Chapter 35

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Hou Ye is coming back.

Before Yan Ting set off, he delivered the letter to his home, so he was five or six days away from the capital, and the letter arrived at Weiyuan Houfu. He didn't say anything in the letter, only the approximate date of his arrival.

The entire Weiyuan Hou Mansion was moving. Old Madam Yan was smiling all day long. Even Aunt Pei, who was always low-key, could see a bit of joy on her face, but Shen Yiyao's joy was not obvious, and there was occasionally a hint of confusion. It's just that everyone was preoccupied with the letter that Hou Ye was coming back, but no one paid attention to her.

Without mentioning it, Yan Ting arrived in a blink of an eye.

Knowing that Marquis will be here today, the mansion has been arranged early. The mansion will be cleaned and dusted a few days in advance, and the adults and children will be dressed in new clothes, as if they are about to welcome some hero to the mansion.

Yan Yan also prepared with Yan Mo. Seeing the happy old lady, she really wanted to say a word not to laugh too early. Of course, this can't be said. On the face of it, she is a child, and her grandfather said it and made her think she didn't know what to do.

Almost in the late afternoon, the steward guarding the city gate ordered the family to come to report, the Hou Ye entered the city gate, and the old lady hurriedly summoned the family to wait at the gate.

Not long after, Yan Ting came with a group of people on horseback.

Yan Ting, dressed in bright leather armor, rode a black horse and walked slowly. He is brave, brave, and handsome. In fact, Yan Ting's skin is very good, with a slender and tall body but not rough, handsome appearance, slanted eyebrows, thin and pursed lips, dark eyes with sharp edges, and the temperament of the whole body is restrained without losing fortitude .

Anyway, Yan Yan was in a trance when she saw her mother, but her eyes suddenly became... excited.

Yan Ting got off the horse, stepped forward and knelt in front of Mrs. Yan.

"Mother, my son is back."

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back." The old lady wiped her old tears and hurriedly pulled him up.

Uncle Yan Yan Zhi and Yan San Ye Yan Qu, who were rarely seen in the past, were also there. Yan Zhi was in his thirties, with a fat body and a short beard. He enthusiastically stepped forward and patted Yan Ting twice, "Second brother, just come back."

Yan Ting's eyes were restrained and indifferent, and he called out big brother. Yan Qu, who has always been a gentleman, also came up and called his second brother. Compared with Yan Zhi, the two brothers were obviously in a better relationship. At least Yan Ting's eyes softened a lot, and he patted his brother on the shoulder.

Then Yan Ting's eyes shifted to the right and placed on Shen Yiyao's body.

He walked over, "Yao'er." His expression did not show enthusiasm, but he squeezed Shen Yiyao's hand under his sleeve.

Shen Yiyao's face was excited, her eyes were slightly red, "Husband."

"Are you all right?"

"I'm very good… "

Aunt Pei, who was standing beside her, squeezed her skirt tightly with her slender hands, and her veins were faintly visible.

"Okay, the second brother and the second younger sister, stop showing your love as husband and wife, go in, there will be time for you to talk later." Xue shi smiled and teased, and helped the old lady to the mansion.

Shen Yiyao bowed her head shyly, Yan Ting clapped her hand lightly, and followed up first.

A group of people entered the mansion mightily and went to Rong'an Hall.

When they arrived at Rong'an Hall, the old lady saw that her son was in trouble, so she asked him to take a bath and change clothes and come back later. The others stayed in the main hall of Rong'an Hall, waiting for a while to hold a banquet with Yan Ting to wash away the dust.

The Xue family has always been a discerning person. Seeing the old lady's smile, she is even more gracious. Every word was said in the heart of the old lady, which made her smile even more joyfully. Yan Zhi was raised by the old lady, so he naturally knew what his mother-in-law liked to listen to. He was also full of wit and laughter.

The couple coaxed the old lady into laughter again and again. It can be seen that the reason why the couple can continue to stay in Weiyuan Hou's mansion as a concubine is not unreasonable except for some superficial reasons.

Third Master Yan has always spoken very little, but he just smiled and didn't say much. Although Third Yan's wife, Chen Shi, was very disdainful of the couple's flattery, she had always been stupid and didn't know how to interject.

Of course, no one was disappointed at this time. No matter whether she was happy or not, at least the smile on her face had to be on her face. When Yan Ting left just now, he took Shen Yiyao away. Aunt Pei didn't show her face, but she knew that she was definitely not out of ideas when she didn't speak.

Yan Yan's mood was very subtle at this time, she just pulled Yan Mo to sit on the back chair by the wall in the main room and watched all this from a distance.

The flower hall on the west side of the main hall is very large, with three large round tables in the shape of a triangle. The maids and wives are flocking to serve all kinds of meals, jade plates and silver chopsticks, delicious food, and extremely extravagant.

Not long after, Yan Ting arrived in a new dress. He was dressed in a dark blue robe with a round neck and auspicious cloud patterns, with a gold-inlaid jade pattern embroidered brocade around his waist. At this time, he was wearing a uniform, and his temperament changed again, more gentle and elegant, and a little more handsome.

Shen Yiyao walked behind him with a blushing face. The difference from just now was that she changed her clothes again, and the hairpin on her bun was also changed. As soon as the old lady saw Yan Ting, she asked him to sit down. Everyone focused on Yan Ting, but no one paid attention to Shen Yiyao's strangeness.

The only exceptions were Aunt Pei and Yan Yan. Yan Yan just wondered how her mother had changed her clothes, while Aunt Pei thought more and couldn't help biting her teeth.

The juniors also stepped forward and saluted one by one. Yan Ting looked at Yan Mo for a while, and asked with concern, "How is Mo'er's body recently?"

Yan Mo smiled shyly and lowered his eyes, "My son is in good health recently, and he's not very sick."

Yan Ting nodded and asked Yan Yan again, "A Yan has been naughty recently, didn't you make your mother angry anymore?"

Yan Yan said: "Mother is never angry when she sees me now."

It's a pun, but it's a pity that Yan Ting only listened and didn't care.

After that, Yan Ting cared about Yan Hong and Yan Qian again. Compared with Yan Mo and Yan Yan's restraint, these two were much more cheerful. Yan Qian's youngest daughter said in a coquettish manner that she hadn't seen her father for a long time and missed her very much, while Yan Hong mischievously took Yan Ting's hand and said that the horse that her father had promised could be brought back.

It’s not that I don’t know all of this, it’s just that I can see many things from a different angle. For Yan Yan, father's love has been a greeting that seems to be concerned since childhood. It seems to be very good, but it is a little more alienated, and there is less intimacy between father and daughter. On the contrary, comparing Yan Hong and the two, their relationship is the normal father-daughter relationship.

Aunt Pei relieved the depression in her heart and glanced at Shen Yiyao proudly. This time, Yan Yan stared straight at him, feeling her brother's hand tightening, she squeezed Yan Mo's little hand to comfort him.

After a simple conversation, the banquet in the flower hall was also ready, and the group went to the flower hall.

The table is divided into a table for several elders, the old lady, the uncle Yan, the third master Yan Ting and their respective main rooms are listed, the others are a table for the young masters, a table for the girls, and a few concubines and so on are standing by themselves. The girls who came out served after them.

The table manners in Weiyuan Hou's mansion are still very good. But today is different from the past. It was originally to catch the wind and wash the dust. Uncle Yan is a good wine. How could the brothers not have a drink.

The brothers staggered three cups, and they were extremely happy. The old lady smiled at this scene and said nothing.

The more Mr. Yan drank, the more he talked, and a load of good words poured into Yan Ting's body, praised and touted.

"Second brother came back this time, presumably because of his military exploits, but are you sure?"

The errands that Yan Zhi and Yan Qu lead are all idle jobs, but some of the above things can't reach their level. However, when Yan Zhi saw his second brother returning, he must have realized what he wanted. After all, Yan Ting went to the border this time, and it has been nearly three years since he left. During this period, he never came back. Everyone knows why he left.

As soon as Uncle Yan's voice fell, everyone's eyes fell on Yan Ting.

This is the last generation of Weiyuan Marquis Mansion. If it can't continue its glory, it will be a change of family, and it will no longer have the glory of Marquis Mansion. This is a major event in the whole mansion. Even though there are some intrigues in the mansion, it is quite clear what is the most important thing. Taking the big house as an example, it is better to have Weiyuan Hou's back on its back than to change the family at that time, so everyone is very concerned about this matter.

Shen Yiyao's hand trembled, and the silver chopstick fell to the ground. Since everyone was focused on Yan Ting, no one paid attention. Seeing this, the maid on the side quickly brought another pair of clean ones to serve.

Yan Ting's face was a little condensed, but he also knew that this matter could not be concealed, so he shook his head and said, "I was transferred back to Beijing this time."

As soon as these words came out, the table suddenly fell silent.

Looking at Yan Ting's expression, everyone frowned more and more tightly. The old lady wanted to say something, but she hesitated and did not speak. Uncle Yan hurriedly shouted, "But what happened? What about the matter of entering the nobility?"

The sound was a bit loud, and the two tables of the adjacent juniors quietly looked over.

The old lady coughed twice and said, "Ting'er just came back, and she didn't even eat a pleasant meal. Let's talk about it later."

The old lady has spoken, and it is difficult for others to say anything. The wine that I had been drinking in the first place was also put down, and everyone at the table ate it without knowing the taste.

After the meal, the juniors were taken away by their respective nanny maids. The maids quickly began to collect the table tops, while the old lady took her sons and daughters-in-law to the east room. Aunt Pei is also there. She has always existed like this in recent years, and no one feels abnormal over time.

The old lady was sitting on the big kang by the window, Yan Ting was sitting across from her, and everyone below was sitting on the ebony armchairs. A team of maids came in and served the masters with tea and fruits, and Zhao's mother closed the door before standing next to the door.

"Second, what the hell is going on?" The old lady spoke first.

Yan Ting sat upright on the kang, his eyes dark and inexplicable, and said, "My son doesn't know either, but the imperial court suddenly sent an order and went back to Beijing."

The old lady frowned, pondered for a while, and asked, "Where is the transfer order, and there are arrangements for future errands."

Yan Ting's face turned ugly for a moment, "No." After a pause, he said again: "After my son is ready to rest, he will ask someone to go to the Ministry of War to ask."

It seems that everyone feels the seriousness of it. Generally, military generals go to the border, and there are only a few possibilities to leave. One is that a person who has made meritorious deeds goes to a higher place and is promoted. It will be promoted one or two levels, and of course, there is another kind of mistake that will be dismissed and investigated.

I haven't been transferred back silently like this, and the errands in the future are unknown. Is it possible to be like those alternate Jinshi who are waiting in Beijing? This is where Yan Ting is surprised, because it is too abnormal.

"When the second brother went to the border gate, it was arranged by Duke Zhen Guo, and he brought people back for no reason. There must be an explanation, right?" Master Yan glanced at Shen Yiyao and said.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Shen Yiyao.

Shen Yiyao's face was a little stiff and she was a little helpless, and she habitually looked at her husband for help. Unexpectedly, Yan Ting's eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of veil, making it difficult to tell what was inside.

After a moment or a while, Shen Yiyao, who was sitting on pins and needles, heard Yan Ting say, "The military commander is under the control of the Division of Military Affairs, and it has nothing to do with his father-in-law."

Seeing her husband make the siege, Shen Yiyao hurriedly nodded.

Uncle Yan didn't speak. Third Master Yan was always a talkative person. The old lady's eyes were a little thoughtful, and the room was very quiet.

Yan Ting stood up and said, "Mother, I'll go back to rest first. After the rest, I'll go to the Ministry of War to ask."

The old lady nodded, everyone in the room stood up, Yan Ting nodded, and left the Dongci room, Shen Yiyao also saluted and resigned.

Yan Ting was the first to go out. After leaving the gate of Rong'an Hall, he stood still and waited for Shen Yiyao to follow before taking her hand to the direction of Jinseyuan.

Seeing this, Shen Yiyao felt a little relieved, showing a sweet and shy smile.

Xiaobiesheng was newly married, and Jinseyuan asked for water three times in one night. Aunt Pei, who received the letter from the person below, gritted her silver teeth, and smashed a whole set of Ru kiln porcelain tea sets in the house. . .