Yan Chu waited for a long time, and saw that Yan Fu was silent there all the time. Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore and took the initiative to ask questions.
"Relying on the blessings of our ancestors, we should be able to escape this disaster..." Yan Fu closed his eyes and thought for a long time, and finally relaxed a little after frowning for many days.
He looked at his son and said, "Go and give the orders and get ready. The distinguished guests will come tomorrow and have a banquet in the evening. They will hold a grand banquet and receive it with the highest standards!"
"What?" Yan Chu said in astonishment: "Father, my Yan family is a descendant of Fusheng and a famous family in the world. How can I share the same table with the Yellow Turban bandits?"
As he spoke, he looked at the book and silk in his father's hand and snorted:
"Even if it's an ordinary member of a well-known family, we shouldn't pay attention to this careless and perfunctory invitation."
In Yan Chu's opinion, in the past, if those domestic celebrities, scholars and scholars came to Linzi, they would definitely come to Yan's house to visit. Which one of them was not brilliant in literary talent and sincere in speech?
Look at Wang Zheng again...
A few words, straightforward and without euphemism.
This is probably the most unkind compliment Yan Fu has ever received...
Not only did the letter contain no request at all, but it also unilaterally decided the time...
It’s like a command-like notice, Ling Hui!
It seems that he has never considered whether the master of the Yan Mansion is free and willing to meet him?
When he said these words, Yan Fu just looked at Yan Chu calmly, with deep disappointment flashing in his eyes.
I blame myself too.
Yan Fu muttered sadly in his heart.
Although they are a branch of the Langya Wang family, they are not Linzi's local gentry after all.
Being able to become the number one noble family in the capital of Qingzhou in just a few decades is mostly the result of the two generations of Yan Fu and his father who devoted themselves to common affairs and worked hard day and night.
As a result, he neglected to discipline his legitimate son...
I never saw it in the past, but now I have encountered something big.
But it completely exposed the foundation, and the essence is so unbearable.
Thinking of his own body, Yan Fu coughed a few more times.
What a pity...it seems it's too late.
While there were many thoughts in his mind, his son was still chattering, and Yan Fu's sadness and loss turned into anger.
boom!
He slammed the case, stood up, pointed angrily at Yan Chu and shouted:
"shut up!"
"I, the Yan family, are forced to bow down to the bandits today, and it's not because of you, a coward!"
...
Although it was afternoon and the sun was shining warmly, the elegant residence of Yan Mansion felt as lonely as a winter day.
There were maids and diners in the courtyard outside the door. They heard the master drinking violently and the crisp sound of the tea cup breaking. They looked at each other for a while, and they didn't have to be summoned. They didn't dare to go in privately.
Don't dare to come out.
"Father, it's not me who lacks the courage to face difficulties..."
Yan Chu, who had been pointed at and scolded by Yan Fu for a long time, finally waited until his father was dry and went to fix the tea, and quickly explained:
"That day on top of the city, that Zhuzi and his men behaved as if they were crazy. They were all unafraid of death, just like crazy tigers!"
"That guy Li Jiayuan always looks at people through their nostrils. What's the result?"
"No Ye and his men only lasted for more than an hour."
"The so-called defeat is like a mountain. At this time, if I take my generals up there, I will die. It is better to save my strength and protect my Yan family."
"Besides, father, you also know that although our troops here are well-equipped, we don't have any cavalry."
"I was seconded several times by Xu Xuan, the bastard, and he has long since wiped out all the good people in our family!"
"At that time, Wang Zheng's cavalry had already taken advantage of the slope to charge. I was surrounded by infantry. How could I..."
"Wait a minute!" Yan Fu suddenly cut off his son's mumbling explanation, stared at him and asked suddenly:
"Can the traitor cavalry charge on that slope?"
Saying that, Yan Fu stood up suddenly, walked quickly to Yan Chu's side, and said in a clear voice: "Is this true?"
"It's absolutely true, father." Yan Chu shouted hurriedly: "If you don't believe your son, you can recruit some generals in the mansion to ask!"
"wrong..."
Knowing that his son would not be so bold as to lie to him now, Yan Fu walked around the hall a few times with his hands behind his back, and fell into thought again:
"Then Wang Zheng was just a young man before. No matter how talented he is, even if he has horses, he can still recruit people from a group of refugees to assemble a cavalry?"
"It's absolutely impossible in this short period of time!"
With a strategy in mind, Yan Fu discovered the biggest weirdness of the Tianjun.
Although he was in poor health, even though the thieves besieged the city, attacked it, and even blocked the south of the city, and when the soldiers arrived at the door of his house, Yan Fu still did not show up for a long time and rested at home.
However, he also forced himself out of the house several times to discuss with the county governor and others.
I also went to the top of the city to observe the enemy's situation.
He could see that slope with his own eyes.
The slope made of sand and concrete with corpses is naturally full of pits, high on the left and low on the right.
Can you ride a horse, gallop, and... charge on such an uneven and narrow slope?
How powerful must the riding skills of these cavalry be?
How can a group of refugees have such talents and so many? Directly form an army?
Even among the officers and soldiers, it is not easy!
"The cavalry of the Yellow Turban Bandits." Yan Fu asked again, "Approximately how many of them are there?"
"At least four to five hundred people." Yan Chu recalled for a while and said uncertainly: "Maybe more."
After hearing this, combined with the speed of the royal government's rebellion, the outstanding combat power of the army, and various unreasonable anomalies in the formation of the camp...
Yan Fu was thoughtful.
Hundreds of people have excellent riding skills. Since it cannot be obtained in a short period of time, it is even less likely to be born out of thin air...
This guy is not that old...
That means someone else can only start training them early, and then send them to him when Wang Zheng gets into trouble!
Wang Zheng?
The surname of the other party made the head of the Yan family feel excited.
...
Starting from the same day and continuing until the afternoon of the next day.
The Yan Mansion was completely busy.
After all, Yan Chu doesn't know, but Yan Fuke knows.
It can't be just Wang Zheng and his party...
I am afraid that the heads of the noble families in Wenlian will also come in droves tonight.
Today's banquet may be the most important one in the history of Linzi Yan family.
The main dishes, sweet soups, drinks, snacks and fruits are all in dozens of plates, with exquisite styles and exquisite materials.
Musicians, maids, dancers, singers, countless people dressed up beautifully, slim and plump.
Even with the hurried preparations in one day, and the fact that the thieves had besieged Linzi for a long time, it did not reach the level of perfection, but the luxurious and elegant atmosphere immediately descended on every inch of the entire Yan Mansion.
"The sixth screen on the east side doesn't fit the bill. Go and replace it with the one with the colorful cloud pattern. It's in the warehouse."
"The candlesticks are all made of gold threaded lampshades! What kind of white gauze are they using?"
"The master has said that all these blankets should be removed, and all the kneeling cushions, tapestries and carpets should be replaced with ones made of tiger hair and velvet, all in plain weave!"
In the midst of the hustle and bustle, another large group of musicians came with various musical instruments and tried their music in the pavilion surrounded by screens.
A moment later, the elegant sound of silk and bamboo sounded, floating in the beautiful pavilion.
The cloud-white and smooth main hall, with strange mountains and plants along the way, jade trees and clear springs, accompanied by the sound of music and the soft light of pale gold, looks ethereal and illusive, making it difficult to tell where the real scene is for a while.
To most people in the Han Dynasty, this kind of weather was no different from the legendary fairyland.
But most of them could not have imagined that the Yan family would put on such a luxurious display for the sake of two people from humble backgrounds.
...
The moon is rising, at dusk.
A carriage rushed into the south of the city, and drove straight forward amid countless black tides and thousands of people kowtowing.
When he stopped in front of the stone steps of Yan Mansion, the curtain opened and two people came down, both dressed as scribes.
The person at the door at this time was Yan Fu's housekeeper.
He had very sharp eyes, and when he saw one of them from a distance who was young and weak, he secretly screamed in his heart.
Zhuzi is coming!
He kept cursing secretly in his heart, but his face was immediately filled with smiles. He hurriedly greeted him, bowed and said with a smile:
"Welcome General Tian Gong!"
"Since yesterday, I have been looking forward to your visit. I even stayed up all night and mentioned it several times today."
As he spoke, he shouted loudly:
"The distinguished guests have arrived, open the main entrance to the atrium!"
At the same time, there seemed to be several people inside and outside the gate starting to exert force at the same time.
Amidst the squeaking sound.
The vermilion door of the Yan family's mansion represents nobility and inheritance...