Mr. Tian did not expect that the Yan family was hiding such a secret.
The princess's wedding boat was robbed by a thief, and it was a thief from the palace.
Reminiscent of my old friend's previous letter, he mentioned that the palace sent people to search for lost items along the river in Gufeng and Changping. What they were looking for should be these boxes that had sunk in the water.
He also had an even more troublesome guess. He dared to attack the Crown Princess. He was so blatant that the identity of the person behind it could be revealed.
In addition, the note that deceived the border guards this time came from the British Prince's Palace, and Mr. Tian's mood was very complicated.
"Teacher, let's talk to the Crown Prince." Yan Laoer whispered.
Mr. Tian was still having a headache and did not answer immediately.
Yan Huaiwen: "Sir, the prince sent someone to deliver the banknote privately, so we can also inform you quietly."
As for what the prince will do when he finds out, it has nothing to do with them.
However, after this incident, their connection with the Crown Prince will surely become even closer.
He looked deeply at Mr. Tian. Without God's blessing, Mr. Tian would have died on the day when the tiger roosted and destroyed the city. He would have died like the second master and the third master.
The prince should have died young, but since Mr. Tian was able to save him, who knows whether the prince's fate will be different from the previous life.
People's fate is truly amazing.
He never separated his family, never separated from Tianyou, and brought his family and even the whole village to Guanzhou. After that, everything became different.
At first it just changed the fate of the people around him, but gradually, all the people and things he came into contact with were developing in unpredictable directions.
It is only the time of day and cannot be changed by human beings.
Yan Huaiwen clearly remembers that this year, Guanzhou reported a cold disaster, which continued year after year.
The imperial court would provide timely relief in the first two years, but the increasingly complicated competition for reserve positions, frequent disasters in various places, and the inability of the central government to take care of both, made Guanzhou, a barren land, gradually neglected.
Disasters, Beirong invasion of the border... became a common occurrence in Guanzhou memorials.
It was not until the death of the prince that the emperor remembered the British king who was far away in Guanzhou.
That year was the year when the old emperor decided to establish the throne.
One after another, the princes from abroad were called back to the capital to stay with them for inspection.
The King of England recently lost his beloved son, and the war in Guanzhou was tense. He missed the time to return to Beijing and had no chance to compete for the reserve position.
But based on his understanding of the King of England, it might not be a bad thing to miss this time.
The old emperor had a deep mind, and setting up a heir apparent was like raising a poisonous worm. He would sit and watch the princes fight and criticize each other, and then use them to do things...
This is true for the prince, and even more so for his ministers.
When he gradually showed his talent for hating evil, the sharp knife named Yan Huaiwen was held in the hands of the old emperor, using him to investigate corruption, use him to clean up the officialdom, and use him to warn everyone...
Hanging this sharp blade high above everyone's heads, they are eager to kill quickly.
In just six years, he reached the top of the ladder that is difficult for all officials to reach.
Every step is like walking on thin ice. If you are not careful, you will be shattered!
Even though he was very careful, he still couldn't save his life.
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Master Tian turned his attention to his disciple.
Logically speaking, it is best to leave this matter to Tianyou. Only their father and daughter know where the caisson is.
But he had just taken Tianyou to the palace, and it would be too conspicuous to go there now.
What's more, tonight is the day of trading.
Mr. Tian doesn't want to cause trouble.
Yan Huaiwen had the same idea, so he turned his attention to Yan Yu.
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Yan Yu rushed to Fucheng with the letter written by his master.
Also following along were the triathlons.
Santie had gone to Fucheng to report the news, but the officials guarding the city still had an impression and did not ask for the coins for the two of them to enter the city.
Yan Yu smiled and said: "Brother Santie, it seems you have to come here often. The more familiar you are with the people guarding the city, the better. From now on, you don't have to spend copper coins to come to Fucheng. How much money will you save?"
This is not the case when thinking about triathlon.
"Xiao Er, you are right. From now on, I will get close to the big brothers who guard the city more often."
The father and daughter duo of Yan Laoer and Yan Yu have influenced many people in a subtle way.
Santie most admires Uncle Yan's ability to chat with anyone, and wants to try to learn from him.
They didn't want to be noticed this time.
The two men's donkey carts were filled with things.
There are bundles of firewood and the prey caught in Xiaoan Village in the past two days.
After handing over copper coins at a market not far from the palace, Yan Yu put the things he had brought with him, then held the cat in his arms and squatted in front of the stall.
Started business seriously.
They don't sell much firewood brought into the city. Basically, the nearby villagers wait at the city gate. If they don't enter the city, they don't have to pay copper coins.
Everyone thinks so. There are many firewood sellers gathering at the gate of the city every day. The price is very stable, about ten cents per bundle.
Yan Yu can only say that people in this world are very simple. They are afraid that their own firewood will be less than others and it will be difficult to sell it. Each bundle is more dense than the other, and there is no intention of cutting corners.
If you buy a bundle of firewood and just light the stove for cooking, it will last for several days.
The firewood brought by Yan Yu and the others was bundled in a decent manner and was not very popular. She asked for ten cents, but none was sold for a long time.
However, Yan Yu was not in a hurry and asked Brother Santie to wander around to try his luck to see if he could meet the guards who were with the prince that day.
Pheasants and hares are showing up one after another.
Yan Yulun only sells, and the price is not high. She has a sweet mouth, and she is very enthusiastic about calling people aunt, aunt, aunt, and sister. You can hear the clear shouting from far away. Everyone likes to join in the fun. I saw a child.
People who sell things at stalls are very curious and willing to support them.
Gradually, two bundles of firewood were also sold.
After traveling around the Three Railways, a bundle was delivered to my door.
Just when Yan Yu thought that today would be a failure.
The cat, which had been quiet all this time, meowed twice and put its little paws on the back of her hand.
Yan Yu said to Santie who had just returned: "Brother Santie, try walking over there again. If you still can't touch it, forget it for today and let's go home."
Santie responded and walked in the direction pointed by the waiter.
When he saw the young man named Peng Shu next to the Crown Prince, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Holding the book also saw him, and looked at him several times in confusion, confirming that he was really the man from Xiaoan Village who came to Fucheng to report the news.
Not waiting for his reaction.
Santie rushed over and said seriously the line the waiter had given him: "Brother, do you need any firewood for your house?"
Holding the book, I was stunned for a moment.
As expected of someone close to the prince, he quickly noticed something.
"Are you selling firewood? Where is the firewood? How to sell it?"
"It's a bundle of ten coins. It's not far over there. I'll take a look first. If I think it's suitable, I'll carry it home."
He followed him with the book in hand.
Then I saw the waiter from the Yan family sitting behind the stall.
Although he used firewood as an excuse to attract books, Yan Yu did not sell firewood, but worked hard to sell away the last hare.
Using the motion of giving to the rabbit, he handed over the letter in his sleeve.
