On the other hand, just as Shen Jiayan thought, Yan had no intention of letting him go.
Early in the morning, the servant girl who served Yan's side said to Shen Jia in a benevolent tone: "Second Young Master, Madam originally sympathized with your weakness, so she spared you daily greetings. Now that you are in good health , this rule cannot be abolished, and please go with your slaves to pay your respects."
Why is it sympathetic to Su Yichen's weak body? It was clearly for the purpose of embarrassing him in public, and telling everyone in the Su residence that Su Yichen was not considered a serious master of the Su residence, and was not worthy of paying her respects at all.
Now he sent someone over again, saying he was going to pay his respects. No matter how you look at it, he knew that it was the weasel who gave the chicken New Year's greetings, and he had no good intentions.
Shen Jiayan thought for a while, then took out something from under the pillow, and secretly stuffed it into his sleeve: "Yes, please ask my sister to lead the way."
The maid curled her lips and rolled her eyes towards the sky. It's just something that can't be put on the stage, what do you really think of yourself
Arriving at Yongxie Hall of the Yan family, there is a narrow path paved with warm jade, there is a warm pool in the hall, and there are carp mouth hot springs in the four corners, with white smoke curling up.
The famous flowers in the hall compete for beauty, the red peony is seductive but not colorful, the pink hibiscus is fresh and tender, and the white lotus is fragrant, colorful and beautiful.
Compared with this place, the place where Shen Jiayan lived was extremely shabby and dilapidated.
"Second young master, you wait here first, and this maidservant will report to Madam." The maidservant gave a blessing without respect, and walked in with a haughty expression on her face.
The maid chose this location for Shen Jiayan very cleverly, it happened to be in the center of the courtyard, avoiding all the places that could be shaded by trees and eaves.
As for Shen Jiayan, he waited from morning to noon.
During this period, Mrs. Wang, who checked the ledger, went in and out again. The stewards of the house went in and out with silks and jewels. Su Yun also walked past Shen Jiayan arrogantly, and went in as if showing off without any notice.
This Yan family only has no time to see Shen Jiayan.
The sun at noon is the most vicious, scorching the ground so that hot air gushes out from the ground. The hot air drilled up the legs, as if it could burn the skin. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and cheeks, and when they hit the ground, they were immediately evaporated without a trace.
Shen Jiayan was tottering under the sun.
Just when Shen Jiayan was about to lose his hold, Prime Minister Su staggered over in his chariot, saw Shen Jiayan from a distance, and asked the housekeeper, "Who is that standing over there?"
"Back to Prime Minister, it's the second son of Su Yichen." The butler nodded and bowed aside, and seeing that the master still didn't remember, he added, "It's the son of the late Sixth Madam, who was also discovered by you when he was young and secretly wearing women's clothes in the house." The bastard in the skirt."
As soon as the butler said this, Prime Minister Su immediately frowned in disgust: "Why is he here?"
"Madam may have something to do with him, may the master go in and ask Madam?" The butler cast a vague glance at Shen Jiayan, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly.
"Madam's idea? That's fine, I'll ask. Take him along by the way." Prime Minister Su said in a casual tone as if ordering a dog without even looking at Shen Jiayan.
In Yan's house, there are ice cubes everywhere, and there are maids fanning the wind by the side. As soon as you walk in, you will feel a sense of coolness.
Today, Yan is wearing a bijia with pinched gold silk peonies and dark patterns, with a forehead on his head, and a huge pearl in the center. Sitting on a high seat, seeing Prime Minister Su come in, a smile appeared on his usually serious face: "Master, are you back?"
Prime Minister Su flicked his sleeves, with a sullen expression on his face, and took the high position: "Didn't I say to lock that useless thing in Xiyuan, and not allow him to come out to shame? Why did you let him come out again today?"
"Isn't this concubine still thinking of the master?" Mrs. Yan offered Prime Minister Su a bowl of sweet soup, "I heard that Zhang Yuqing from the household department always had trouble with the master. And that Zhang Qianqing is another An out-and-out color embryo, the favorite is the kind of young boy, if... "
"No." Prime Minister Su slammed the bowl down, furious, "If others find out, where will I put face?"
Yan didn't panic at all, and took Su Chengxiang's hand and whispered: "Master, if you want others not to know, just faint him and carry him in a small sedan chair. People around here always only know that there is a son-in-law in Su's mansion." The eldest son has two bastard sons, but he didn't know there was a second son!"
If it is said that he knows Su Chengxiang best, of course it must be the Yan family. Knowing that Prime Minister Su was afraid of Fanyin's status as the national teacher, he simply concealed the part where Fanyin said that he was going to be accepted as a disciple. He only talked about the benefits of giving Su Yichen to Zhang Yuqing.
Sure enough, after Mrs. Yan spoke for a while, Prime Minister Su's heart was moved, and he said with a smile: "Okay, this matter is all up to Madam."
"Since this is the case, the concubine has to do some things that a concubine should do as a mother." Yan covered her lips with a handkerchief and smiled, but there was a bottomless chill in her eyes.
Su Yichen, don't even try to find out my palm in your life!
Shen Jiayan was supported by the housekeeper all the way into the inner room, and was kneeling on the ground at the moment, with no strength in his body and dizzy.
Mrs. Yan slowly walked down from the high hall, walked up to Shen Jiayan and stood still, and said with a malicious smile: "It is said that it is the fate of the parents and the words of the matchmaker. Since you lost your biological mother early, the marriage should be left to my mother-in-law." worry."
"It is said that although Zhang Yuqing, the Minister of the Ministry of household affairs, is over sixty years old, he is still young. According to your status, being able to be a pet in the past is considered a compliment. As long as you follow him, you will be guaranteed to wear gold , with silver, how about eating and drinking without worrying?"
Shen Jiayan didn't have the strength to speak, and only stared at her angrily.
Seeing this, Mrs. Yan laughed even more happily, and lowered her voice and said in Shen Jiayan's ear: "If you want to be a disciple of the national teacher, you, a lowly person, are worthy? I could play your mother to death back then, but now It's the same as playing you to death. It's ridiculous that your mother, that stupid woman, is still begging me to treat you well before she dies. Heh, do you think I am good enough for you?"
Shen Jiayan didn't expect that there would be such a mess in the middle, and he was a little absent-minded for a while.
Yan reached out and patted Shen Jiayan's face: "You are just like your mother, only this face is still useful. It is said that Zhang Qing also likes to play a lot of tricks on the bed. You have to live well After all, my son's future depends on you to pave the way for him!"
Shen Jiayan closed his eyes without saying a word, and tightly clenched the things in his sleeves.
Yan withdrew his hand, wiped it on the handkerchief, as if he touched something dirty just now, and said casually: "Come here, lock up the second son, don't give him water and food. Wait for my arrangement."
"Yes." As soon as Yan's words fell, two rough women came over, escorted Shen Jiayan and walked to the wing.
The wing was empty, with nothing but a bed and a window. The window was nailed to the ground with wooden strips, and the door was guarded. Shen Jiayan wanted to escape by himself, which could be said to be wishful thinking.
"This Yan family has already planned it." Shen Jiayan sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes half closed, "I guess either tonight or tomorrow, she will definitely carry me to the Minister of the Household Department."
"Then Master Host, you have to escape as soon as possible." The black cat appeared from the sky, and habitually found a position on Shen Jiayan's lap, "We have to find Sanskrit."
"There are two guards guarding the gate and four patrolling. It is impossible to break in. Now we can only wait and see if the luck bonus will work." After saying this, Shen Jiayan stopped talking , quietly storing physical strength.
In the evening, the waning moon is like a hook, and there are dots of remnants of cold stars twinkling on the black sky.
There was a sudden commotion outside the door, and Su Yun's voice was full of arrogance: "What madam's order cannot be violated? She is my mother, can she not listen to me, and you servants? Open the door, and I will Say goodbye to my second brother."
The guard whispered a few words of persuasion, and Su Yun suddenly became impatient: "Can you open the door? If you don't open the door again, I will tell my mother how dare you disobey my order. Let her stick you all to death!" "
The guard hesitated for a moment, thinking that the person inside the door was really weak. And this young master has always been willful, if he doesn't listen to his words, there will be no good fruit to eat, so he opened the door obediently: "Master, please."
Only then did Su Yun swagger in with satisfaction, there was a lump on the bed, presumably his second younger brother was hiding in the quilt and crying! Su Yun gloated and said, "Second brother, I heard my mother say that Zhang Qianqing is old and ugly, it's a pity that the second brother deserves him."
"Really? I think so too." Shen Jiayan walked around from the shadow behind the bed to Su Yun's back, covered his mouth and nose with a pillowcase, and hit his head hard with a wooden stick pulled from the window A sap.
Su Yun didn't even have time to hum, and passed out. Shen Jiayan began to quickly switch clothes between himself and Su Yun.
Just as the guards outside were about to change shifts, the guard who let Su Yun in privately called out at the door in a low voice: "Master, if you're almost done saying goodbye, come out quickly!"
Shen Jiayan put Su Yun on the bed, covered his face with a quilt, and then replied under his throat: "Yes."
The guards were busy changing shifts, and they didn't even notice that the one wearing Su Yun's clothes had already changed.