"My dad is very good, you don't have to be afraid."

Yan Xun'er waited with him for a while. Yan Xubai came back from the palace very late. He asked Yan Xun'er to go back and took Song Ming to his study.

The portrait is very similar to myself, but it lacks a little bit of his own spirit and majesty. Song Ming had already calmed down after waiting for a long time, but when he entered the study, he became nervous again.

"Sit down, your name is Song Ming?"

"Yes, sir." Song Ming was still standing and did not dare to really sit down.

"I heard that you still have to take care of your wife, just go straight to the point and don't waste your time. I need a large amount of Wuqiang bamboo to supply the armament warehouse. How many can you provide according to the season?"

Song Ming didn't expect him to be so direct. He breathed a sigh of relief and began to recite the Taiwanese book silently even if he gave it. "Sir, the Shaohao tribe is everywhere on the plateau, and the Wuqiang bamboo is everywhere, and the growth cycle is also very short. How much do you need? Just open your mouth after you negotiate the price."

"I have been in the court for nearly twenty years, but I have no shortage of money, so I will continue."

"I want to ask," Song Ming raised his eyes and felt a sense of oppression that was almost suffocating when he looked at Yan Xubai. He avoided his eyes and skipped his calligraphy and paintings on the wall behind him unnaturally. The pairs he held together had been pulled and changed color, and his voice was trembling. "Is it the official instructed to do this business? If not, you do this business privately and you still secretly cooperate with the armament warehouse, aren't you afraid that your Majesty will anger and cause trouble after the incident is revealed?"

"Ha, the methods of selling Wuqiang Zhu from behind you are clean? Isn't it good to get it. If I don't have some self-protection methods, will I cooperate with her?"

Even if Song Ming asked this, he wanted to find out Yan Xubai's loyalty to the court. If he wanted to do some shameful business to make huge profits, his identity as a prime minister could make great convenience for him, even if he had a big backer.

"Sir, I have another request."

"explain."

"Shaohao tribe and Qingliao County at the western end of Longyuan, recently, Wuqiang bamboo was transported from Qingliao County to Longyuan. Recently, some problems occurred in the dark line entering Qingliao. You know, because it is a border, the direction of the incoming objects is strictly checked. Can you use the convenience of your identity to provide us with an official road for safe transportation?"

"What's wrong? Are you targeted?" Yan Xubai rose angrily, "You know my identity in the court, and you can't make any mistakes. Do you want to drag me into the water?"

"Stop it, that's not the case. As long as you change the route, you won't make any mistakes. Don't worry, how dare we lie to you?"

As he said that, Yan Xubai drew a sword from the sword stand at hand, "I said, the people I sent to explain this to you yesterday. Why did you come so soon? It turned out that you were eager to find a backer. I heard about the murder case in Qingliao County. It turned out that I was exposed and wanted to pull me to cushion!"

Song Ming didn't expect that he would suddenly be so angry. He immediately drew his sword and waved it to chop at him. Yan Xubai is a first-rank minister. If he kills the people at home, he will definitely cause panic and criticize him. At that time, he will inevitably be imprisoned. He thought Yan Xubai would not really take action, so he forgot to hide for a while, and just whispered "Stop the anger".

The noise suddenly came from the study room and stopped abruptly in the bloody color. Yan Xubai's outer clothes and long hair draped behind him were somewhat messy on his left shoulder. Looking at the bloody man lying on the ground in front of him, the anger in his pupils suddenly disappeared, and his whole body was exhausted and he fell heavily to the ground, "Come, come, come!"

With Yan Xubai's shouting, several servants who were on duty ran in the outside of the study room. The man in black who was crawling on the roof of the study gently closed the tile and bricks, turned over, and disappeared quietly into the night.

Last night, the wind was cool and fast, blowing back and forth the open windows of the cottage. The iron sheets at the connection between the windows and wooden boards were already a little rusty, and the harsh creaking sounds were moaning all night. The woman in the room was clearly awake, but she turned a deaf ear to the strange sounds inside the room. Her plump sleeping silkworm was dark because she had not been asleep all night, and she had two tears on her face. The thick and large double winter quilt that had not changed in spring was only placed on her lower abdomen, and she leaned against the head of the bed, making her bitter and haggard.

The furnishings in the house are simple. The wooden doors have not been dyed at all, retaining the original wood-brown color. From the bed to the table and the large wooden boxes for clothes, they are all of this kind of single color. The only bright one is the bright red quilt cover on the bed, which was made when she got married with her husband. It has been covered for more than ten years. A white candle was burned on the table by the window in the house. It was lit in the wind for a night. The candlesticks with tears of wax and the tabletops were everywhere. They barely held on until the sun was up the mountain. Suddenly, a gust of wind finally blew it out.

The woman's hands were slender and slender, and it was no longer smooth due to years of hard work. Her hands were wrinkled, and her palms and knuckles were also called out. She lifted the quilt and got off the bed. She fell to the ground and felt dizzy immediately. She felt a sensation of dizziness and a sensation of pain in her stomach. She leaned over to cover her chest, and her tears rolled down like a gate. When she hit the ground, she dripped into dust and became a ball. The premonition of despair in her heart did not dissipate for a long time.

She clenched her fists and beat her chest hard until she tasted the salty smell at the base of her tongue, and vomited blood with nausea. She finally felt a little better. She didn't bother to wash and even rinse her mouth, put on her coat and ran out of the door.

After Qingming Festival, Siqinfang was revived. The guests who had not dispersed at night were making a fuss until early in the morning. Some led the girl back to the house, some were drunk and lying directly on the table in the front hall, and the sober girls also went back to the room to wash. Alai was not hindered when he entered. He passed a group of drunkards with great smell and ran upstairs and went straight to the room. He was stopped by the maid outside her room.

"I want to see Sister Zong! Let me see her!" Alai took the scarf that wrapped around his head and face when he went out, revealing his haggard and pale face and his disheveled hair. If it weren't for the weak voice of crying and begging, he would be like a shrew who came to make trouble.

"Master hasn't gotten up yet, don't make noise!" The waitress lowered her voice and pulled Alai out with her arms.

"Don't touch me! I want to see Sister Zong, I have something to ask her!" Alai was a weak woman with no power to tie a chicken. In addition, the miscarriage had not been well maintained a while ago. She had not yet had a drip of water in the night. She was dragged away by a female servant who was hiding her skills like a paper man. She could only raise her voice and shout in it, "Sister Zong, Akuo left in the afternoon after hearing your words. He said he would definitely come back to cook for me in the evening, but he has not yet come home! He has never lied to me, why didn't he go home, Sister Zong, Yan Da..."

"Shut up!" Seeing that she was speechless, the maid quickly covered her mouth. Someone had already gathered on the railings in the corridor. She pressed her voice and said in Alai's ear: "If you say something you shouldn't say, it will hurt your husband!"

Alai was so sad that he could not speak, and he cried even harder, "Please, let me meet Sister Zong, please!"

As she said that, even though someone came out of the house and said something to the waitress holding Alai, she let go. Seeing that the door of Alai was open, Alai quickly got up from the ground and ran in.

Even though he was still hiding behind the gauze curtain, dressed neatly without laziness, but it didn't seem like he was just getting up. Alai didn't care about etiquette anymore and knelt on the edge of the bed, "Sister, I'm sorry, I regret it. I can't let Akuo take such a risk. We will definitely pay back the love we owe you. Can you let Akuo go home? He will never go home at night. He is my only relative, and I can't do without him."

Even though she had already known what happened to Yan Xiang's mansion last night, the man in black who was lying on the roof of Yan Xubai's study was sent to monitor. But she thought about it all night but couldn't understand what Yan Xubai wanted. If she spread this matter and Yan Xubai killed the people indiscriminately, his career would end here and he would face prison. The beauty of the three generations of Yan's wise ministers in the hearts of the people was over. Yan's family left a reputation. She didn't believe that Yan Xubai had never considered this and killed the people like this.

Although the facts have proved that even if you have to treat this matter as a handle, you will not only not spread it on your own initiative, but also use it as another backer for self-protection. She even suspected that Yan Xubai was doing it on purpose and forcing her to show up.

"Alai, don't cry." Even though his emotions were infected, his tone was even more sluggish.

"I want to see Akuo, sister, I want to see him!"

"Alai, calm down. I don't know where Song Ming is. Lord Yan is the prime minister of the Longyuan Dynasty. No one in the world can do anything to him except Gu's surname. When this matter is over, I will send someone to investigate and let you see Song Ming. Don't worry."

Alai just cried, spoke intermittently, mixed with a strong nasal sound. She realized that she had a cold last night and suddenly wanted to drink the sugar-shui pear cooked by Song Ming. He always added the ginger she hated the most, but there was a way to prevent her from tasteing a little ginger. Drinking the cold quickly improved and worked better than any medicine. She thought she wanted to drink pear soup too much, and she heard the hearing wrongly, even if she said something or understood what she meant.

As if tears were dry, Alai sat on the ground, looking up with Shuiling's big eyes, even though he couldn't see clearly through the gauze curtain, he knew that she was also a little sad. This was a very rare emotion. She was always cold or gentle. Except for the time when Zongli died fifteen years ago, she had never seen her sad because of anything.

Alai stopped screaming and making a fuss, and his attitude was firm, "What do you mean? Send someone to investigate? Didn't the person go to Yan's mansion? Where should I go to investigate? I'm very anxious. I'm going to see him now."

Even if you take a deep breath and endure it as much as possible, "Not now."

"Why? So what about the Prime Minister? He is my husband. I don't allow him to stay at night. I want my husband to go home with me. Is it that difficult?" Alai wanted to stand up, "If not, I will go and ask for someone myself."

Even though I knew I couldn't hide it anymore, I simply showed up, "I'm sorry, Alai...Song Ming has no way to go home with you."

Alai felt that something she was struggling with had collapsed, a truth that she didn't want to believe.
Chapter completed!