Qi Yan's eyes dimmed and his eyebrows frowned slightly.
It was a great joy for the two young masters to go to high school and be awarded extraordinary official positions. Even though the Qi family is still in filial piety and is not prone to extravagance, a sumptuous meal was prepared that night, which was regarded as a banquet.
It's rare for everyone to sit together and have a good time.
Mrs. Zhao was very happy, and the smile never left her face all night long, and Wu Xuan also looked gentle.
Mrs. Qi was thinking about today's happy event, but she didn't mention that they should go to the ancestral hall to kneel, turned a blind eye, and passed by.
"I heard that the Holy One has specially appointed a member of the imperial court to take you. Who is he?"
At the dinner table, Ling Yutong asked.
Wu Liuguang looked at Qi Zekai and motioned for him to invite him first.
Qi Zekai said: "This time is a little different from last year. In previous years, even if the Holy Spirit wanted to show his attention, he would entrust the top three to a senior official to take him as a guide."
"But this year, the three of us are led by one person and one person."
"The person who is leading me is Mr. Du."
After Qi Zekai finished speaking, Wu Liuguang said: "Yes, this year is different. The senior officer who leads me is Tong Taifu, and the second place Chen Jingyuan is led by Yu Xiang."
Ling Yutong nodded, his eyes thoughtful.
Holy lord, what does this mean?
Taifu Du and Taifu Tong have led people in previous years. To be able to choose one of the two is a very high standard for the top three. This time they actually go into battle together, and even bring a Yu Xiang?
It's not that she looks down on Yu Xiang, it's that although Yu Xiang is the prime minister, his status in the court is not as good as General Qi's back then, but also lower than the two Taifus.
There is always a good saying among the people: the position of prime minister is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. But in the Zhou Dynasty, this was not true.
The Tutor has more real power than the Prime Minister.
Her eyes met Qi Yan's in the air, and the two paused for a moment before moving away in tacit understanding.
Not only were they murmuring in their hearts, Qi Zekai and Wu Liuguang also had a little more caution on their brows. Today was their last moment of relaxation. Tomorrow morning they would put on their court robes and enter the palace. It would be difficult to predict the future.
However, they are not afraid.
…
This time when a new official took office, the people were very concerned about it.
Yu Nanxun died tragically last time, leaving many people with lingering fears. The night passed calmly, and Dali Temple promptly gave an explanation. Qi Zekai and the others went to court normally, and many people's hearts calmed down.
Maybe happy events always come in pairs. After Qi Zekai and the others went down to the court, they saw the Holy Master raise his eyebrows: "Enter the capital? Are you moving so quickly?"
Who has entered Beijing?
Qi Zekai paused, his eyes changed subtly for a moment, and a person's name suddenly popped into his mind.
An Nanhou?
But the Holy Spirit quickly got up and left. It was hard for him to spy on the rest of his expression, so he could only think about it secretly in his heart.
However, this doubt did not linger in my mind for long before it was resolved.
Because, as soon as he returned home, he ran into the man who had returned to the capital. As he expected, it was Hou Annan.
At this moment, An Nanhou bent his back deeply, with a solemn expression, filled with deep guilt and apology.
Opposite him, everyone, headed by Mrs. Qi, stood expressionless. The whole courtyard was filled with a depressing atmosphere, which made people feel a little breathless.
The appearance of Qi Zekai subtly broke this point.
Ling Yutong raised her eyes and met his gaze. The elder did not speak, and she could not speak first. However, just by stepping forward and pulling Qi Zekai over, the atmosphere at the scene subtly eased.
Mrs. Qi let out a long sigh, and when she saw An Nanhou, her face seemed to look much older all of a sudden.
Some wounds deep in the heart are only covered with a fluffy cloth. As soon as there is a sound of wind, the pain will rush up without letting up, causing the emotions that people have tried their best to temporarily block to resurface. No one can bear it.
This is true for both old ladies and madams.
It is difficult to express in words the pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person away.
"you……"
Just one word made Mrs. Qi go through the mental construction process several times.
She never thought that she would be unable to speak.
Taking a deep breath, she finally suppressed her emotions.
"Get up. Since you are here, tell me... what happened at that time."
Ling Yutong quickly went to support her grandmother, and Songyue cleverly brought stools and asked Mrs. Qi and Mrs. Qi to sit down.
An Nanhou began his story.
He is a military general who does not worry about words and words. He speaks crisply and concisely.
But even a carefree man like him couldn't help but shed tears when he mentioned Qi Ce's name and his actions, and his words sounded like tears.
The female relatives were even more unbearable.
Qi Yan's eyes were red and his fists were clenched tightly. It was as if a small storm called gloom had condensed around him, which was terrifying and frightening.
Ling Yutong forced herself to stare at An Nanhou, almost masochistically, replaying An Nanhou's words in her mind over and over again.
She absolutely did not believe that Qi Ce's death was due to a simple attempt to save An Nanhou's life.
The words of An Nanhou also confirmed this.
The God of War, who was facing the invincible battle on the battlefield, was holding his head, with deep pain in his eyes.
"I seem to sense a dark force, but I can't trace the source."
"When he turned his head again, Qi Ce, who was still alive, saw that his eyes had completely lost their luster."
"I didn't close my eyes, but I didn't complain at all. I..."
An Nanhou's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't help coughing violently. He said: "I owe Qi Ce my life, and I firmly believe that the dark energy was the final reason for killing him."
"That day was not the first time he went to the battlefield with me. Although my situation was critical, it was not as good as his ability to defend me."
"But he blocked it. There must be something that really happened that I didn't discover."
Ling Yutong's vision was a little blurry. She closed her eyes and let the tears fall, then wiped them clean without politeness.
She raised her head for a moment, then stared at An Nanhou closely.
"What did you find out?"
After Qi Ce's death, Marquis Annan's heart was filled with great pain and guilt. He investigated like crazy, fought, and vented all his anger on the Turks.
The Turks were frightened.
Since then, the war in northern Xinjiang has been a great victory. General Qi and Qi Ce's remains have returned home. And for such a great victory, both in terms of the people who died and the victors, it is reasonable for Annan Hou to return to Beijing to report on his duties.
And he resigned from his temporary position as general of Northern Xinjiang.
However, An Nan Hou delayed his return until now.
Ling Yutong thought to himself that the speed of An Nanhou's return might be considered fast by the Holy Emperor, but she felt something was wrong.
When Banshi returned to the court, he should have arrived long ago even if he was delayed for a few days on the road. Not to mention, Qi Ce saved his life, so he had to return to Beijing early just to make amends to his family.
Something must have happened in the meantime.
"I should have arrived in the capital early and stood up to plead guilty."
"But, while on the road, I encountered another life and death crisis."
Qi Yan's pupils shrank.
He and Ling Yutong guessed that something happened on the way back to Beijing.