As soon as he said that, the people present were silent, but Yan Shifan kept shaking his fan. He sneered and said, "Look, I understand with the adults, I am much more decisive."

Luo Longwen was still confused, but Yan Maoqing sighed heavily.

Yan Song's expression remained unchanged, and he just looked at Luo Longwen and asked, "Do you know what to say to the Lord and His Majesty?"

Luo Longwen came back to his senses and immediately bowed: "The officials came after they found out clearly. According to the eunuchs in the palace, they sent His Majesty a rare treasure called the Jiulong Cup."

"Your Majesty is very happy. He not only gave him food, but also gave him wine to drink with the Lord."

"After drinking, I was unwell with the adults and needed to go home to take medicine. His Majesty also gave me a carriage to leave the palace, and even asked Eunuch Wei to send Mr. Wei back home to the home."

"I've given the carriage to leave the palace?" Yan Song was stunned.

Yan Shifan, who was standing beside him, also heard something he was interested in, and his fat body was raised from the chair: "Jiulong Cup? Didn't this thing be gone long ago? Where did Heshen gets it?"

Luo Longwen smiled wryly and said, "I don't know where the Jiulong Cup comes from, but this thing is magical and tight, and it's very much my Majesty likes it."

"The emperor likes it very much?"

Yan Shifan was stunned: "This thing is so strange, but it's not that valuable, right? Is the emperor so easy to fool?"

Luo Longwen and Yan Maoqing secretly curled their lips. What is nearly 10,000 taels of silver is not that valuable to you?

Yan Song ignored these words and sighed quietly: "This time Heshen walked in front of me..."

Even if the transportation of this shoulder carriage is only temporary, it can make many ministers envious.

Because this represents the emperor's attitude and his tendency.

Yan Shifan immediately woke up and stood up and said, "Dad, since that's the case, then let's give the emperor something too?"

Yan Song frowned tightly, and his old hands rubbed the teacup on the table, hesitating.

Luo Longwen and Yan Maoqing looked at each other in a hidden way, knowing that Yan Xiang was fighting again in his heart.

Yan Shifan looked at Yan Song behind the table speechlessly: "Dad, how much is a thing like the Kowloon Cup worth? Didn't you just say you should pay attention to the emperor? You forgot when you turn your head?"

"What do you know!"

Yan Song glared at him: "Every porridge and every meal should be hard-earned! I have told you a long time ago that you should be frugal on weekdays! Have you ever heard me seriously?"

"The vast house is rich, with delicacies from mountains and seas, beautiful clothes and beautiful clothes, and beautiful servants! Yan Shifan, if you had listened to me, it would be enough for the money you saved to give His Majesty the Kowloon Cup!"

Yan Shifan curled his lips speechlessly, but he didn't argue, and sat honestly on the chair without moving.

But if you get close, you can still hear his murmur: "When you have no money, you still have hard life. If you have money, will you make money in vain?"

Luo Longwen and Yan Maoqing saw that Yan Xiang wanted to scold his son and talk about family affairs, so they were not good enough to stay here for too long, so they stood up and said goodbye together.

"Sir Yan, the official will have to pay the price in the afternoon, so I won't bother you too much."

"You guys go first." Yan Song waved his hand helplessly.

After the two left, Yan Song sighed helplessly.

"Let's go." Yan Song stood up, walked out of the study with his hands behind his back.

Yan Shifan was stunned, then quickly got up and followed Yan Song's footsteps.

The two of them walked forward and came to a hidden warehouse inside the Yan Mansion.

"Dad! Here, here!" Although Yan Shifan had a slightly limp leg, he walked faster than Yan Song.

The guards guarding behind the door saw the two of them and hurriedly bowed and bowed.

"Okay, okay, go out!"

Yan Shifan waved his hand, then took out a bunch of keys from his clothes, and smiled at Yan Song behind him and said, "Dad, don't be scared later. This is very different from when you came last time."

Yan Song nodded expressionlessly.

Yan Shifan had a smug smile on his face and went forward to insert the key into the keyhole, twisting it on the left and right.

The sound of the slamming sounded from it, and at the same time, Yan Shifan's proud voice:

"Dad, you always blame me for spending money indiscriminately, but you don't know that it is because of the money spent, that my son can make more money!"

Yan Song refused to comment on his words, but stared at the thick gate with a cold face in front of him with a thick bronze pattern.

After opening this gate, the road began to go down and the surrounding environment gradually became dark. The two walked forward, and Yan Shifan then opened two doors and spoke a secret message to the person guarding behind the gate. The last gate was then opened.

"Dad, look!" Yan Shifan turned around and looked at Yan Song with a smile.

The moment the door was opened, an almost dazzling silver light pierced the person's pupils.

Yan Song subconsciously narrowed his eyes, adapted for a while before looking around, looking at the situation behind the door.

This is a cellar, with thick long candles lit in the cellar. The candlelight shaking due to the wind that just opened the door.

Under the faint candlelight, rows of wooden frames placed in the cellar are reflected.

On the shelf, there were redwood plates, and snow-white silver ingots were arranged regularly in the wooden plates. The silver light just now came from here.

Everything you see is like this. At first glance, you can see the stars of candlelight, the deep darkness, the snow-white and brilliant silver ingots... but you can't see the end.

Yan Shifan slowly stepped into it. He turned his head and looked at Yan Song's face, and found that he did not have any shocked expressions, and could not help but feel disappointed.

However, he was not discouraged, but smiled and said, "Dad, we can't give gifts to the emperor, so we can't give money, that's too vulgar."

"Come here with me." He turned around and walked to the left.

Yan Song looked at the silver here, his face sank a little, and followed Yan Shifan to the right.

The two of them stepped on the neat bluestone slabs and walked for half a quarter of an hour before they encountered a bronze door.

Open the door with the key, and the light behind the door is more dazzling than here.

Golden light!

Behind this door, there are also rows of wooden racks, but there are golden ingots placed on the racks.

It's still hard to see the end.

But Yan Shifan stroked the short beard under his jaw and smiled and said, "Dad, this gold is more vulgar than silver, and you can't give it."

Although Yan Song didn't say anything.

But his face was vaguely ugly under the candlelight.

Yan Shifan didn't notice this and proudly led Yan Song to continue walking forward.

This time I didn't walk for so long, but in just a while, the two of them came to another door.

Yan Shifan opened the door again, but the light coming from behind the door was much softer.

"Dad, what's in it is the real good thing."

Yan Song walked in with a calm face. The lighting behind the door was not a candle, but huge night pearls, emitting fluorescent light in the darkness, illuminating the room like daytime.

At first glance, there are rows of exquisite mahogany ancient shelves in front of them, with all kinds of rare things on them.

There are the Ru kiln blue and white lotus and plum vases from the Xuanzong period. One person is tall, with crystal clear blood jade corals, the top jade bi with carved dragons and phoenixes, and long wooden boxes containing all kinds of calligraphy and painting...

"Dad, although many of them were given to you by others, more of them were earned by your son in business!"

Yan Shifan proudly held his fat belly: "There are more gold, silver and wealth in this cellar than the Taicang Treasury! Ordinary people can't spend it all in their lives!"

"Stop talking! The rebellious son!!"

Yan Song was burning with anger from the front.

"Ah?" Yan Shifan was stunned and looked at his father in disbelief.

I have earned so much property, why do I still scold me?

"I'm really a rebellious son!"
Chapter completed!