"Huh? Fainted, passed out? Why, why?"

Surprised, An Muyuan let go of the limp and unconscious young man in his arms. He was stunned, looking at the young man who did not dare to move at all, and stammered a question to the housekeeper standing beside him.

"Master, you held the young master for too long. He ran out of breath in your arms and naturally passed out. Master, I'd better ask Qinghua to send the young master into the house to recuperate and wait.

When you wake up, can you express your longing for the young master again?"

An Qinghua took the breath from An Muyuan's hand and breathed evenly. There was a smile on the lips of the boy in white shirt. He guessed at a glance that the boy in white shirt had not fainted at all, but just didn't want to be hugged by An Muyuan again.

He was so sleepy in his arms that he deliberately pretended to be fainted, and cooperated with the boy in white shirt to help him out, but he secretly said in his heart that the boy in white shirt had the same temperament as the one who left home ten years ago, and he was still so smart.

□Thinking, quirky.

"Okay, okay. Then, quickly, send my Ruoyu into the house. Also, Qingrong, bring all the brothers who are following you to the side hall and reward them with fifty taels of silver each and their salary.

Tea, stipend tea."[

An Muyuan followed closely behind An Qinghua and ordered An Qingrong, the second in charge of the mansion, to entertain the accompanying convoy led by the young man in white. He did not need the support of the maids and followed An Qinghua step by step on crutches.

He rushed towards the house in a hurry.

"Yes, sir."

The bustling crowd, noisy young ladies, young masters, servants, and slaves, except for the ten servants left by An Qingrong to receive the goods, all the others flew into the courtyard like smoke and disappeared without a trace.

An Qingrong sent people to invite all the boys who had followed the boy in white shirt to deliver gifts to An Mansion to have tea in the side courtyard. After carefully inspecting the goods sent by the boy in white shirt, he made a detailed list and submitted it.

Give it to the chief steward An Qinghua, who will then deliver it to Mr. An for inspection.

"Haha, I didn't expect that the most playful child in my childhood has now become the greatest honor of my An family. It is indeed my luck to settle down, and I live up to the blessings of my ancestors and gods. Qinghua, wait two days tomorrow, or three days later,

In about four days, find an auspicious day to pay homage to your ancestors.

Right. Now that Ruo Yu is the Prime Minister of the country and has his own mansion, he will definitely not be able to stay in An Mansion for too many days. We have to do everything we need to do in the limited time. By then

, I now have the dignity to go underground to meet Sanniang, and I won’t feel guilty anymore.”

The Sanniang mentioned by Mr. Anfu refers to the biological mother of the boy in white shirt, the beautiful woman who threw herself into the green lotus lake and returned home.

The boy in the white shirt left home for ten years and did not return home. Mr. An stayed in front of the beautiful woman's soul tablet for ten years and had no peace of mind. He will never forget the letter home left by the boy in the white shirt and what he should not have been forced to do.

The young man in white shirt went to study medicine and insisted on going alone.

Now that the boy in white shirt has not only been returned home without any injuries, but has also become the famous Prime Minister of Xuanzhao. Mr. An really wants to pray to the heaven and earth to keep his little son safe and unharmed all his life.

Half a feeling of guilt.

--PS: Xiao Shang's legs were blown by the wind today, and they hurt a little. He may not be able to sit for long, and he won't be able to write much. If you are tired of waiting, just go to bed first. Maybe you can see it when you get up tomorrow morning
Chapter completed!