A burst of scolding pulled the silence back from his loss. He looked in the voice and saw the officials stopping a big cart. The one who was driving the car was a young man in a trench dress, while the one who was talking to the officials was another man wearing a melon-skin hat, a navy blue straight man, and a rich man outside forty.

"What's the noise?" Chen Si frowned slightly.

After hearing the question from the imperial envoy, the official envoy quickly came to report: "Sir, he is a vendor delivering goods to the Yan Mansion. I am so young that I can drive them back."

"Who asked you to drive people away?" said silently: "The person who searched Yan Shifan, not Ge Lao Yan, this is still the Prime Minister's Mansion, not the place where you mess around."

The soldiers were scolded and dared not speak any more, so they obediently put the cart in.

The businessman-like melon-skin hat quickly stepped forward and thanked with a humble face.

As soon as he approached, he smelled a pickle smell in silence and chuckled, "What did you give me?"

"Go back to the master, it's pickles." Nagua Pie said humbly: "My name is Liuxinju, and I have sent pickles to the Prime Minister's Mansion for twenty years."

"Oh." Silently nodded and said softly: "Get in."

The melon-pie hat was a little hesitant and asked carefully: "I dare to ask the master, what's wrong with the prime minister's mansion?"

"Nothing." Chen Si said lightly: "Just enter yours, no one will detain you."

"Oh, oh..." Hearing that he said, the melon-pie hat had to say to the guy behind him: "San'er, go in."

The guy pushed the car in and followed Chen Si into Yan's mansion.

In Yan's mansion, all the servants and servants were ordered to stay in their own rooms by Yan Ge Lao, so they went to Gaomen Mansion, where the servants were everywhere. Now the only one who became deserted was the old butler Yan Nian, who led a servant to deal with the official service that came to the door alone.

As soon as he entered the silence, he came out of the doorman and saluted, "You are Lord Shen, are you?"

Nodded silently, looked at Yan Nian and said, "It's exactly what you are going to do."

"Old servant Yannian, I wish you a long time." Yannian smiled.

I felt aroused in my heart, knowing that the other party was demonstrating to me. Look, before you came, I knew it was you. Don’t think that the phoenix with hair in our family is not as good as a chicken. We are still powerful.

This did not cause silence to be unhappy. He still smiled and said with a gentle smile: "It turns out to be Mr. Heshan, who has long been famous." Although Yan Nian was just a slave to the Yan Mansion, he was a very popular figure in Yanjing City. He was the confidant of the Yan family father and son. If others want to see the master, they must first stick to him and flatter him, and even dare not call him a name. Instead, they call him "Mr. Heshan". They must be sincere and filial. It is said that Yan Nian gave gifts on his 80th birthday, and the amount of money he gave was as huge as tens of thousands of taels. It can be seen that his greed for bribes is evident.

But at this moment, there were few cars and horses in front of Yan's mansion, and his good days were over. When he heard this title again, Yan Nian was a little embarrassed and changed the subject and said, "Who is this?" His eyes turned to the melon-skin hat.

"The little Zhang Degui, my name is Liuxinju." Seeing that the melon-pie hat called him "Mr.", he did not dare to neglect at all. He nodded and greeted Yan Nian, saying, "I'm sending pickles to the prime minister." In previous years, the pickles were brought directly to the kitchen by the servants, and I couldn't see the people in the inner house at all. This was the first time I saw the butler of the Yan Mansion.

"Oh, I understand..." Yan Nian nodded and said to the servant beside him: "Take the cart back and don't open it before unloading it."

The servant responded and said to the guy who pulled the cart: "Come with me."

The melon-pie hat was about to take the guy down, but Yan Nian said, "Just let the guy go, you can stay."

Zhang Degui had to ask his friend to push the cart to follow him, but he stood there in a while without knowing it, waiting for the Yan Mansion’s butler to speak.

Then Yan Nian said, "Don't you want my master to write the inscription? My master has mercy, you can go and pick it up in person."

"Ah?" Zhang Degui was happy and said excitedly: "Prince Master, did you really say that?"

"What else will you do to make fun of you?" Yan Nian looked at him, stretched out his arms and asked in silence, "Please please, sir."

He nodded silently and followed him to the inner courtyard. Zhang Degui, the boss of Liuxinju, also followed carefully, but his expression on his face was a little complicated, not as excited as before.

Yan Nian brought the two to the cross-yard where the main study room was, and saw that Yan Ge Lao was wearing a wide cotton robe, basking in the sun, holding an exquisite purple clay teapot in his hand, and watching his two great-grandsons play with a smile, which was exactly the same as an ordinary old man.

Chen Mo and Zhang Degui stood firm. Yan Nian passed by and reported that when the imperial envoy came, the old Yan Song asked the two young grandsons to stay in the house, and then asked Yan Nian to help him up and come to Chen Silence tremble.

Zhang Degui felt at a loss, his heart was beating violently, so he had to retreat outside the Yuemen Cave, but he couldn't help but be curious and looked inside. He first saw the young adult saluting to the white-bearded old man, saying, "The lower official is silent, pay homage to the old master." After he was behind him, he said, "There is an imperial edict."

‘Silence? Isn’t that the legendary six-headed poem of Shen? I actually walked with him all the way!’ Zhang Degui shouted in his heart: ‘Oh, my mother is here, I’ll blow some of them when I go back now!’

Then he saw the old man with a white beard, slowly kneeling down at the young Chen Zhuangsheng, and said, "Sinner Yan Song, please respectfully ask the sage." "It's true that Master Yan Ge! It's so old!" Zhang Degui heard that Master Yan Ge is 83 years old this year. It is definitely rare for him to live at such an old age. He has never heard of him as prime minister except Jiang Ziya in the storytelling.

But why do you say that it is a criminal? Zhang Degui was muttering in his heart, and he felt that someone slapped his back. When he looked back, he found that it was the butler of the Yan Mansion, so he had to be taken away obediently, leaving endless regrets.

In the garden, silently took out a yellow leather imperial edict from his sleeve and said in a deep voice: "Yizhong, you have served as the chief minister for twenty years and served me for a longer time. You have been diligent and worked hard, and they are in line with my wishes. I have also said several times: 'I wish to be a model for the monarch and ministers, and be a model for future generations and descendants.' However, your son Yan Shifan is corrupt and abused, arrogant and uncontradictory, and has the way of being a minister. If your son does not teach you, you will not be free from faults. Last year, you ordered your wife Ouyang to leave. You resign several times, but I will not punish you. You will go to office and treat the same as before, and give the whole friendship between the monarch and the ministers..."

After reciting the imperial edict, he went to see Old Yan Song silently. He thought that the old man would be sad, sad, or at least be surprised, but he was wrong. Old Yan Song kowtowed with a plain expression and thanked him. After getting up, he looked relieved and his spirits were much better.

In Yan Song's view, being able to only end up with a small crime of "not strict in education" and a decent ending of "retirement and return home" when he loses a lot is already a great grace for the emperor, at least a hundred times stronger than Xia Yan.

But he forgot that when Xia Yan left Beijing, he had a comment that was "old and stupid, and he couldn't stand it anymore". He also "decent retirement". The reason for the ending was that it was all thanks to his stern fenyi?

Seeing Yan Song being out of sight, he was silent and waited patiently until Old Yan Song came to his senses and smiled apologetically: "Mr. Shen, what other sages are there?"

Chen Si shook his head and said, "No more."

"Okay, Lord Shen, please sit down," Yan Song smiled and said, "I have been intimate with you for a long time, but I have not met you alone. I have always felt sorry for you. Now please let me fulfill this wish." He said, "Otherwise, I will be goodbye forever."

After hearing this, he sat down and smiled and said, "The Lord's words made the lower officials panic."

Yan Song shook his head and bowed to the silence, "I want to thank Lord Shen first. If you didn't protect me, I would not have stepped down so decently this time. Those who rely on me would have been unlucky."

Chen Si was shocked and said to himself, "I don't know if this old man has become an immortal or sells it everywhere, but he didn't dare to take it lightly anyway, and said humbly: "The master is so polite, and the lower officials are just doing their duty as a minister."

Yan Song smiled and didn't argue with him. Some things were stopped and it was boring to say them out loud. Then he said softly: "Mr. Shen has a little dim career during this period. Do you know what's going on?"

The real person did not tell lies in front of him, and he shook his head silently and smiled, "I don't understand if I want to break my head."

"Haha, you don't know the true face of Mount Lu, because you are in this mountain." Yan Song smiled and said, "Actually, I don't know it's you, and Zhao Zhenji, Yang Bo, Guo Pu, Zhang Juzheng and others. You are all suppressed. You can either not go back to the court, or you can't get promoted or you are idle directly. Although it is common for you to rise and fall in the ups and downs of the officialdom, you are all the best in the evaluation of the Ministry of Personnel, and in the heart of Your Majesty, you are also capable ministers who govern the world. If even ministers like you are rejected, my Ming Dynasty will be destroyed not far away."

Unexpectedly, Master Yan, who has always been known for being accustomed to being nepotism and money, said such words and did not know how to answer for a moment, so he had to listen silently.

"Don't think I have ulterior motives," Yan Song's eyes seemed to see through his heart, and said lightly: "I have been in the country for twenty years and have been blindly nepotism. The Ming Dynasty has long been destroyed." He said proudly: "You may not understand other places. Just talking about Southeast, Hu Zongxian, Tang Shunzhi, Tan Lun, Lu Tong, Yu Dayou... Which of these civil and military generals have not been promoted by me? They have always protected me?"

Chen Si had to nod and said, "That's true. The Southeast officials are very grateful when talking about the cabinet."

"Haha..." Yan Song smiled with relief: "Okay, don't boast. Jiangnan, can I call this?"

"Let's call me the lower official Zhuyan." He said quietly and modestly. In fact, he didn't like his number.

"Okay, my words." Yan Song nodded and said, "You guys I just said were ignored for a while. It's not that the emperor looked down on you, but on the contrary, the emperor valued you very much, so he hid you and left it for his successors!"

"Oh?" This was the first time I heard this statement in silence, and I couldn't help but whisper: "I wish to hear the details."

"This principle is actually very simple. You just don't stand high enough, so you can't see that far." Yan Song said slowly: "Take Lord Shen as an example, you have been a rank chief official at a young age. Judging from the contributions over the years, giving you a third-rank minister will be aggrieved. But can the emperor give it? You can't give it. If you let you hold a high position early and hold heavy power, once the new emperor ascends the throne, your net worth will soar, and you will become a veteran of the two dynasties who support the new emperor ascends the throne, and you will be the best-ranked official. You have no promotion and no reward! You have a large group of disciples, old friends, and even formed parties. How can you let the new emperor get rid of it?"

Seeing that the silent face changed, Yan Song smiled slightly and continued, "The lessons that Yang Tinghe, Jiang Mian, Mao Ji, and Fei Hong were taught to the emperor were too bad. Can he forget it? What kind of ritual discussion? It was just a competition between the cabinet and the emperor. The cabinet wanted to continue the previous dynasty, and the Holy Emperor ruled. Now the saint wanted to restore the arbitrary rule of the Taizu Taizong period. Then everyone started to 'shoulder'. The emperor was decisive and tough, and finally won the ministers, but it also made the new policy of Jiajing abruptly come to an end. The Ming Dynasty no longer had a grudge. The monarch and ministers had a gap from then on, and the price was heavy."

In silence, Yan Song could not think of things so clearly, and even more so, that he could say things to this level. It might be that the butt of a person determines his head and mouth. In that position, you can understand what people below cannot understand, but you can't just say it just like the people below.

"You say I am cowardly or greedy for power," Yan Song said slowly, "If I had not stepped down, I would never reveal these words." He said with a self-deprecating smile: "I am just pretending to be confused and never violated the authority of the emperor. Only in the Jiajing Dynasty, which was like a lantern, can it take twenty years for the Prime Minister to change the Jiajing Dynasty like a revolving lantern." The smile on his face said proudly: "If I were not here, the officials of the Ming Dynasty would probably still be deeply involved in party struggles today, and they would not have the heart to deal with the enemy in the south and the north, and internal and external difficulties?"

Chen Si sighed inwardly: 'Yan Song is indeed too old, he has no focus on his words and is very divergent. How could he be Xu Jie's opponent?' Then he asked softly: "What do you mean is the emperor suppressing us to prepare for the future?"

"Not bad." Yan Song paused and said, "When the new emperor ascended the throne, you only need an edict to promote you and enable your talents to be displayed. Can you support the new emperor without gratitude? Why are you embarrassed to face the new emperor? Then you are not scolded to death by the people of the world? Now you understand the emperor's good intentions, right?"

He smiled silently and said softly: "But the Emperor is in full swing, and I think it's too early to consider these issues."

"Haha, my words are not sincere." Old Yan Song smiled and said, "Jie Qianyanshen, I said this to you not to ask you to fight for something, but to let you know the weight of your own in the emperor's heart." As he said, he looked silent, and smiled and said, "Of course, I don't have any kindness, but actually I have something to ask for."

"Please speak, Master," Chen Si said softly: "As long as I can do it, I will do it."

"I don't believe others say this, but you say, I believe it!" Yan Song nodded and said, "It's about the Southeast generals. They were all promoted by me. If I step down this time, they will inevitably be cleansed..." He paused and said, "What I worry most is Hu Zongxian. He has too high rank, too heavy power, and does not know how to restrain himself, so he will inevitably be attacked by those people. At that time, I hope that my words must keep him safe for your good deeds!"

"He did such a great job and had no big mistakes," Chen Si shook his head slightly, "Even if someone wants to make their ideas, the emperor will not agree."

"Haha, my words are still young." Yan Song looked silent and said, "Don't think it's harsh. You can live safely to this day, in addition to being extremely smart and super early wisdom, more importantly, it is the protection from the emperor. The emperor cannot let his six-yuan disciple die in his career, so he protects you and does not hurt you." He sneered and said, "Otherwise..." Although he didn't say anything further, his meaning was his own opinion.

The silence couldn't help but feel creepy and there was no sound at all.

"Do you know why? Because you have been single-handed," Yan Song said: "Even if you are more prodding and powerful, you can't beat four hands with two fists. A tiger cannot hold up a group of wolves. Zhao Zilong's seven in and seven out is only in the novel book, which is impossible in reality!" Speaking of this, Yan Song suddenly remembered Xia Yan, who was "the best in combat power" in the Jiajing Dynasty, and was different from being dealt with by himself.

"Then what should I do?" asked silently.

"You have to be together!" Yan Song's voice became sharp and bewitching: "A hero has three gangs, one fence and three stakes, you have to be together with your disciples, and you have to be together with like-minded people. If you have the enemy and you have the danger, you can be invincible!" He said as he looked at Xiyuan in the distance and said: "You either follow Xu Jie or become your own faction. Anyway, you can't fight alone again, it's too dangerous!"

Chen Si finally understood what Yan Song meant to say so much. Please protect Hu Zongxian and others. More importantly, he wanted to provoke his relationship with Xu Jie and buried a time bomb for Xu Jie! At this moment, he finally saw the true style of Yan Song who had been in the court for decades. With enthusiasm, he would silently poison you!
Chapter completed!