There is no airtight wall in the world, and the news spread quietly throughout the capital, knowing that this time it is really going to change.

The Yan Mansion, which was once crowded with people, seemed to be defeated overnight. Many officials did not dare to come here again, and some snack shops that set up stalls here also evacuated.

Chen Hong came to the door and looked at the lonely scene in front of the door with sighs.

The housekeeper Yan Nian, who was greeted, saw Chen Hong, the eunuch of the East Factory. Although he had a bad premonition in his heart, he still respectfully led Chen Hong to the villa where Yan Song was.

Yan Song no longer wore that gorgeous python robe, but an ordinary blue Taoist robe, with his long silver hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, and his face full of old-fashioned spots looked very peaceful.

He was lying on a bamboo chair in the yard, with trees on his head shaded, and a maid next to him drove away the heat, with fragrant tea soaked on the table, and a smile appeared between his eyebrows and eyes, as if he was enjoying this rare

Leisurely life.

After receiving reminder from Yan Hong, who was standing next to him, Yan Song squinted his eyes and looked at the gate of the courtyard, and said in a hoarse voice to Chen Hong who was walking in: "Eunuch Chen, what wind has blown you!"

"The Mid-class Chen Hong has met Master Yan. This time, the Mid-class is hereby the emperor's order, and I will bring you a handwritten order!" Chen Hong did not beat around the bush and explained his intention.

Yan Song was not too surprised. He got up from the bamboo chair and said humbly: "Don't bother Eunuch Chen to run this trip!"

The dignified eunuch Bingbi and the supervisor of the Dongchang Factory personally paid attention to this trip.

"The Zajia is a slave who does the work for the emperor. He does this kind of errands job. Master Yan, you are sitting there and you heard that it is OK. This is what the emperor ordered!" Chen Hong, the two in charge of the internal supervisor, did not have much authority.

Go forward to support Yan Song, who was about to rise up.

At this point, I was all skinny and bone-headed. Although I realized that Yan Song was old for a long time, I just supported Yan Song again at this moment and found that he was really old enough to be old.

Yan Song sat back on the bamboo chair, looking at Chen Hong with a respectful expression.

Chen Hong took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and immediately read it out, "Only, the minister of my responsibilities, loyalty and righteousness, and the role model of all officials, I am very comforted! However, even if I love and rebellious against the ugly son, I will not be able to do anything.

Discipline, words are listened to, plans are done, I am extremely disappointed, Teller retires!"

The handwriting is different from the imperial edict. It is an unofficial product. Although the emperor clearly expressed this intention, as long as Yan Song is strong enough, he can ignore this handwriting.

Yan Song trembled from the bamboo chair, and respectfully bowed towards the direction of Xiyuan and said: "Old minister thanks the Lord for his kindness, long live my emperor!"

Seeing this, Yan Hong and others also followed Yan Song to bow to the direction of Xiyuan.

Chen Hong handed the handwriting directly to Yan Song, bowed deeply to the old master, and then returned to the palace to report his life.

In the past, he also hated the prime minister who was highly valued by the emperor for a time, and hated Yan Song for winning most of the emperor's favor. But seeing this prime minister grow old and being abandoned by the emperor now, that hatred is also

It disappeared and even saw the shadow of my future.

Yan Song lay on the bamboo chair again, took the handwriting and looked at it again and again, then looked up at the blue sky, and finally turned into a long sigh.

Yan Hong was just standing beside him, and suddenly spoke seriously: "Grandpa, is there really no room for recovery?"

"Grandpa is 83 years old this year, and the loess has been buried in his chin. Even if the emperor still asks me to be the chief minister, grandpa can't do it!" Yan Song shook his head gently and said rationally.

The reason why he had to force himself to hold on before was that his desire for power made him dare not let go easily, and he wanted to wait until Yan Shifan ended his system to help him share government affairs. It was just that all this was his wishful thinking.

Yan Hong has served his grandfather for so long, how could he not know that his grandfather really cannot handle such a large workload, and he cannot understand the emperor's thoughts, but he still advised: "Grandpa, don't consider it anymore!"

"No, prepare paper and pen, I want to submit a memorial to resign!" Yan Song stood up from the bamboo chair and ordered lightly.

Yan Hong hurriedly stepped forward and helped him carefully. Yan Song seemed to remember something, but he stopped after taking two steps. He ordered Yan Nian, who had just returned from the delivery of the man, "Go and call Cai Yuncheng and Wan Cai over.

Bar!"

Cai Yuncheng is the Minister of Justice, and Wan Cai is the Minister of the Dali Temple. Both of them are core members of the Yan Party. However, if Yan Shifan is arraigned, he will not be able to avoid these two people in any case.

Yan Nian responded and immediately sent someone to invite him.

Although it is a normal state in the officialdom, after more than 20 years of development, Yan Song will not collapse if he leaves his post alone.

The most important thing is that Yan Song was not questioned and beheaded like Xia Yan, but was forced to step down by his son Yan Shifan, so he was not guilty of the cliques, and the power of the Yan Party was greatly preserved.

Although Cai Yuncheng and Wan Cai were in high positions, they knew that Yan Song was already "there were many good things", but when they learned that Yan Song was summoned, they did not dare to neglect at all, so they arrived at Yan's mansion as soon as possible.

It was also a coincidence that the two happened to meet in front of Yan's door.

Although they knew that they would have such a day sooner or later, when this day really came, the two of them looked at each other helplessly and sighed.

"Brother Hengzhi (Cai Yuncheng's name), what do you think Lord Yuanfu is asking us for?" After the Dali Temple Minister Wan Cai followed Cai Yuncheng to ask carefully.

Cai Yuncheng looked at him like an idiot, but he still answered with a good temper: "It should be for the sake of the little master!"

"Didn't you ask us to have a drink last night?" Wan Cai said immediately with confusion.

Cai Yuncheng not only looks older and more calm, but he infers: "That's the little master looking for me, and Yuan Fu came to us today, probably because he wanted us not to mess with the little master!"

Wan Cai immediately glared at her eyes and said worriedly: "Xu Jie is the most insidious. If he succeeds in serving as the chief assistant, we two will definitely not have a good harvest!"

"I know!" Cai Yuncheng nodded seriously and agreed with this view.

Wan Cai's eyes lit up, as if she had found a like-minded comrade, and immediately suggested hopefully: "Let's persuade Lord Yuanfu together?"

"Okay!" Cai Yuncheng nodded happily.
Chapter completed!