He glanced at Wang Ren, suddenly smiled, shook his head and said, "Where did Mr. Yin hear the news? I'm not sure."

In the past, when his father Yan Jing made a verbal agreement with Xie Yuanmao, he was still young and had no memory at all. Now that he has returned to Beijing, his confidants Ji Xiang have mentioned the Xie family's affairs more than once. According to their inference,

If one day the little Wan family and their son are desperate, they will most likely cling to the Xie family.

Once they get to that point, it would be the best thing to marry a daughter of the Xie family.

What's more, even he heard that Emperor Sufang intended to promote the Xie family.

"The prince has not been in Kyoto for a long time. Could it be that he doesn't even know about this?" Wang Ren looked at him, his fingertips brushed against the polished tabletop, and he felt a refreshing feeling in his heart. He chuckled, "Although our family

I am ignorant, but I also know about this matter. All the officials in Kyoto have heard about it."

Yan Huai slowly took his seat, but his eyebrows, as clear as the distant mountains, suddenly became stern, "Yes or no, what's the difference?"

Wang Ren was slightly startled, then laughed loudly: "We are too talkative."

"I heard that Duke Yin is very fond of Lize's stones recently?" Yan Huai said suddenly.

Wang Ren looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "The prince's information is quite good."

However, while he was talking, his other hand hanging by his side was slowly tightening. Yan Huai had already checked him. And he only liked checking people, but didn't like being checked. What's more, since

He thought about getting involved in the Yan family's affairs, and after having some fun, he sent people from Dongchang to record Yanhuai's affairs from childhood to adulthood in detail. But it took several days. Xiao Runzi

But he was told that a big part was missing.

Everyone in Beijing knows that no one has seen Yan Huai, the eldest son of Chengguo Palace, since he was seven years old.

It was not until a full six years passed that he reappeared in front of everyone. During the years when he grew from a toddler to a young man, no one knew what happened.

Even in the stuff factory run by Wang Ren, there were no clues.

This missing part is called Wang Ren’s pursuit of completeness. It’s extremely unpleasant!

Now that he has not been able to collect all the information about Yan Huai, Yan Huai has actually begun to investigate his matters.

And he fell in love with Kasawa's stone, but it only happened in the past few days.

Wang Ren looked at the young man in front of him and couldn't help but look at him with admiration and displeasure.

"Recently, someone under my command happened to come back from Lize and brought back a few rare stones. I wonder if Mr. Yin is interested?" the young man in purple said leisurely.

Wang Ren's eyes narrowed.

It would be fine if he didn't listen, but by chance he had already heard it. For a person like him, it's okay not to know some things. Once you know it, you have to know it thoroughly. Yanhuai talked about the strange stone, but he couldn't see it with his own eyes.

How can we be reconciled to seeing each other again?

But this was the first time Yan Huaike had dealt with him, and it was like he had touched his Achilles heel.

Wang Ren had a headache, and thinking about the strange stones in Yanhuai's mouth, his heart was itching unbearably.

After hesitating, the boy in purple faced the breeze of summer afternoon, with a seemingly innocent smile on his face, and said almost bewitchingly: "Each piece has been washed thirty times with Lize's water. It has been washed away.

It removes dirt but does not damage its original taste.

In the house, there is always a faint smell of water mixed with the fragrance of water plants lingering in the nose." After speaking, he laughed at himself, "It is a pity that such a precious thing was given to a rough man like me.

Looking left and right, I saw they were just a few stones."

Wang Ren couldn't help but tremble when he heard the hands on the table.

I kept complaining in my heart: Teenagers naturally don’t know how to appreciate these things, so if I keep them for him, I’m not blind in vain!

He coughed twice, pretending to be casual and asked: "Are the people under the Crown Prince's command left by the Duke? Are they still useful to us now?"

No matter where Yan Huai went in those years, at such a young age, it is really difficult to cultivate people who are unique to him. Therefore, the people he can use now must be left behind by the late Cheng Guo Gong Yan Jing. Wang

Ren guessed and thought of another thing at the same time.

Yanhuai has been gone for many years without any news. Everyone just thought that he was abandoned because he was not happy to become the Duke of the country...

But don’t the things happening now show the good intentions of Duke Cheng?

If he really didn't like his eldest son, why would he leave his manpower to his eldest son instead of his second son Yan Lin?

With this group of people, Yan Huai's hands and feet can be freed.

It can be seen from this that many things circulating in Kyoto are nonsense.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Yan Huai ask a question instead of answering, "What do you think of Duke Yin?"

"We believe that you must be good at it." Wang Ren looked away.

Yan Huai was consciously avoiding his questions.

Wang Ren noticed the meaning and said no more.

In the Yujing Pavilion, they were the only ones staying until dusk approached.

Yan Huai's hand holding the pen has clear joints, is slender and white, and looks like the hand of a scholar. But the paintings he writes, just as Xie Shuning cursed in his heart, are so ugly that they don't look like paintings at all. He really is not.

The conference draws... His hands are not the hands of a scholar, but the hands of a warrior.

The calluses on the palms of my hands cannot be erased, nor can the faint old scars on the back of my hands.

He held the pen with too much force, and there was no order in his writing. When he was painting, there was always a coldness between his brows that could not be concealed.

Even though he was smiling, the chilling air was still with him, as if he was born with it.

Wang Ren stayed with him for more than an hour, looking back and forth at Yanhuai many times. He suddenly had a feeling that given time, the boy in purple in front of him would grow into an unsheathed sword.

Today, this sharp sword that has not yet been polished is painting with a pen in hand.

Even the posture of holding the pen is like holding a sword——

An inexplicable sense of oppression suddenly surged into Wang Ren's heart.

For the first time, he had the idea of ​​retreating when facing a half-grown boy. It was simply ridiculous!

Wang Ren didn't want to stay here any longer, so he stood up suddenly.

Yan Huai also put down his pen at almost the same moment and looked at his painting carefully.

"Your Majesty, are you going back now?" Wang Ren stood there, frowning slightly, then suddenly relaxed.

Yan Huai nodded and said with a smile: "It's getting late. I guess the emperor won't have time to see me these days. It's better to leave the palace early."

As Wang Ren listened, those strange stones that he had not even seen yet appeared in his mind again. He knew that the cunning young man in front of him would suddenly mention Lize's stones for some other reason.

But he was still hooked.

Sometimes, people's thoughts are so easy to be mobilized.

Wang Ren sighed in his heart and said seriously to Yan Huai: "Your Majesty, you can rest assured. I believe the emperor will summon you to the palace to see you in less than two days."

This was his little pleasure, and he would have ended it earlier by changing the stone. Although he was not willing to do so, he still made a profit without losing money. Therefore, Wang Ren could barely accept such a deal, and he did not want to kill Yan Huai.

It's over.

Yan Huai seemed to have expected that he would say this. He arched his eyebrows and thanked him solemnly. He then said: "The strange stone has been kept in the palace. When I enter the palace next time, I will send someone to bring it to you."

Yin Gong."

It's really watertight.

For the first time, Wang Ren lost his temper by a boy under the age of fourteen.

If Yan Huai gave him the stone immediately, according to his temperament, he would definitely turn away and deny the person. After all, the word integrity cannot be eaten! Not to mention conscience, wouldn't it be right to talk about it?

Too heavy?

It can be seen that Yan Huai really figured out his temperament and then proposed to bring him the stone the next time he entered the palace.

The next time Yan Huai entered the palace would of course be when Emperor Su Fang summoned him.

To get Emperor Sufang to summon him, Wang Ren needed to act behind his back.

Cunning and treacherous guy!

Wang Ren stood with his hands tied, and although he was already cursing in his heart, his face still looked calm and calm, and he said as he was told: "Thank you for your trouble, Sir."

Yan Huai said "Where, where", while he lowered his head and packed up the messy painting tools.

This has nothing to do with Wang Ren.

Wang Ren felt that it was necessary for him to ask Xiao Runzi to instruct the people in Dongchang to use all means to dig deeper about Yanhuai.

The young man who lowered his head and packed his things was very different from the person he thought he was.

Maybe, it will be a very interesting toy, I don't know.

Wang Ren thought this way and felt much more comfortable, so he took the lead to say goodbye and leave.

Taiji was at his feet, two steps abreast, and soon Wang Ren came down the mountain. The green slender bamboos covered most of his figure. Yan Huai looked down in the pavilion with an expressionless expression.

In appearance, that face with delicate eyebrows and eyebrows is like a mask of a dummy.

Made of porcelain, there is no joy, anger or sorrow.

Wang Ren gradually walked away, and only a few palace servants who came with Yanhuai were left at the foot of the mountain.

Yan Huai held his hands on the stone table, and there was a thin layer of sweat oozing out from his palms, making them sticky.
To be continued...