Chapter 46 and being tied

Chapter 46 and being tied up

Yan's mother kicked the ball to Mr. Yan very smoothly. Anyway, everyone had nothing to do with Mr. Yan. At this time, Mr. Yan, who was sleeping at home at noon, suddenly became smart, sneezed, turned around, and then slept soundly.

The teahouse was originally a place where people came and went. At this time, it was noon. The sultry weather pressed the thick dark clouds, which made people breathless. The voice is boiling, and many people are stretching their necks as if they are looking for something.

Finally, he said, "It's coming, it's coming, the storyteller is coming!"

Everyone's eyes lit up one after another, and the voices came one after another. Some asked the little two to bring tea and fruit, and some asked the children to add stools. This person was very lively inside and outside.

"Speaker, say it quickly, what happened to Miss Yan San after she entered the palace? Everyone came to the teahouse early in the morning and took a good position to continue listening to the story!" I don't know who in the crowd suddenly shouted at the storyteller and expressed the thoughts of everyone present.

The storyteller was not slow. He reached out and pulled the stool, and the spacing was just right to enter and sit down. He pinched the cuffs with his left finger and held the surface of the stool. There was really a lot of dust on the Buddha. Then he slightly lifted the back of his robe and sat down slowly. As soon as he sat down, with a "pop", the paper fan in his right hand had been opened, and the fan was slightly fanned twice, which seemed to disperse less heat.

The second child in the tea pub is usually very eye-catching. The storyteller's seat is upside down with a teapot and a cup, and is quite considerately filled with the first cup of tea.

The storyteller cleared his throat, and there was a sudden silence around him, and everyone was waiting for him to speak. Slowly, Mr. Eossila's mouth slowly opened: "The last time I talked about Miss Yan San being recruited into the palace, that driving is not a convenient job."

Entering the palace to see the driver is generally not a convenient job. It seems to chat, meet the concubines in the harem, and eat by the way, but this is also a waste of a day. Speak cautiously, move softly, be full of etiquette, and salute and bow to the ladies of the palaces. This is enough to toss the face.

Since then, Miss Yan San has returned to the Yan family. This overwhelming news has spread all over the capital. Whether it was inside or outside the palace, concubines or officials' wives, they all handed over the invitations one after another, wanting Miss Yan to go to the house or go to the palace to get together.

To put it nicely, it is to see a person, give a gift, have a meal, and chat. The purpose of these is nothing more than to swoo Yanfu and climb a big branch. This is naturally necessary to compete for beauty and compare with each other.

According to the lady in the backyard, the action of the concubine in the harem is naturally a solicitation relationship between women and Taoism, which should have nothing to do with the government. But I don't know why it has become a matter of the government.

Three five. From time to time, there will be a dispute between the two factions among the people, competing to win over the backer of Yanfu. Or the so-and-so minister participated in the so-and-so minister's book, just because when they were competing to propose marriage in the Yan family, they bumped with each other's sons, moved their hands and feet, and hurt their muscles and bones.

This kind of day of fighting and meeting guests everywhere. For Yan Chan, time flies, and it's almost her birthday in a blink of an eye! This year's birthday is different from previous years. Yan Zhen and Zhen, of course, this is indispensable to entertain guests and count the big days of the baby.

Slowly thinking about the past two years, the days when Yan Cen returned to Yan's mansion were really loved by thousands of people, and the stars praised the moon, just because she was the treasure of the Yan family. If you really want to talk about it, except for the two children of Lao Si and Lao Wu, Yan Zhen is the real eldest son of the Yan family. Since ancient times, the eldest child of the family has grown up in love and doting.

Before the day of arrival, rich and business officials from all over the country took the opportunity to send gifts to congratulate, and by the way, they pulled into the relationship with Yanfu. For Yan Fu, these are naturally all disdainful. No matter how much this status is, I'm afraid that the valuable gift is also a foot, which is not worth mentioning.

In the palace, the emperor issued an order, sent someone to send a congratulatory gift, and also sent a message, saying that the emperor's edict, Yan Xin and the day, the emperor came to the town in person, and the second princess would personally dress up Yan Xin for the lyricist. The glory, like an aperture, shines on the Yan Mansion again.

Yanfu also hung up the big red lanterns early in the morning, and the house was filled with a festive atmosphere. It's just... On Yan Zhen's birthday and the day of Yan Zhen, she really didn't participate in the grand and luxurious day that everyone expected.

Because on that day, the maid said, "Miss, it's gone." Yan Cie is really missing!

Then follow the emperor's voice: "Zha, turn over the capital for me, and also find Yan San for me!" The emperor is really angry!

It's just that this anger is in front of Mr. Yan and before Yan's house. Even if Yan's house sat with his hands in his arms and waited for an explanation.

It's just waiting for a piece of kidnapping: tied up Yan San, ten thousand taels of gold, don't cheat, make an appointment again!

These short twelve words really annoyed the old man Yan. He blew his beard, shook his sleeves, and snorted coldly. The whole family knows the old man's temper. No matter who did it, the final result was ugly after all. Yan Chen's future husband, Yan Ziqi, also looked gloomy at this time, so that people didn't know what he was thinking.

In the anger of the emperor and Mr. Yan, the guests at the banquet broke up silently. The good birthday party became the source of trouble. No one wanted to be the first bird, for fear of being shot down and flying to the sky.

The sedan chair man walked fast, and the sedan chair was unstable, so she was uncomfortable. In her sleep, she was shaken left and right. From time to time, she bumped into the wooden railings on both sides. There was a burst of pain. After waking up, Yan Chen found that she was not sleeping in a familiar **, but in a sedan chair. She was scared and reached out to lift the sedan chair. The curtain wanted to know where she was, but it was not as good as her. The surroundings were sealed and she could not see the outside. To put it nicely, it's called a sedan chair. If you say it, I'm afraid it's a cage, and it's hard to fly with wings.

"Stop the sedan, stop the sedan, where are you taking me?" Yan Cen's sparse voice loomed out of the sedan chair. There is also a trace of fear in the sentence.

"Hurry up, move it. When you get to the place, the old man will give you a reward." The looming sound outside also came into the sedan chair. It's just that I didn't really listen.

The sedan chair is winding around, shaking Yan Chan in the southeast and northwest. The sedan chair is impenetrable on all sides. At this time, Yan Shi only knows that the sedan chair is turning and turning, winding and winding, and I don't know when it will end. With a bump, a dizziness, a bump, Yan Yi's whole body was already confused, and his consciousness was also a little confused.

Just when Yan Cen was about to be exhausted and the bitter gallbladder in his stomach was about to spit out, the sedan chair stopped, and it was quiet outside, followed by the voice of a middle-aged man: "Here it is, here it is. Thank you for your hard work. Come with me to get the silver."

Yan Zhen sitting in the sedan chair is already weak, his consciousness is blurred, and he reluctantly opens his eyes. It's really uncomfortable all over.

A person came in front of the door of the sedan chair. He opened the sedan chair door. Two slender hands reached in, and his voice was full of voice: "Miss, I'm out of the sedan chair." The powerless Yan Chan didn't have the strength to struggle, so she helped them out the sedan chair.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the room in front of her. How can she describe it? Golden windows, golden doors, golden lanterns, golden blankets, golden tables, golden chairs, and even a candle is golden. Not to mention the surrounding walls. A whole golden nest.

After watching it for a long time, Yan Zhen feels that he is going to be blind. At this moment, Yan Zhen's mood is one word, vulgar; two words, very vulgar; three words, very vulgar; four words, vulgar!

Before this thought was taken out, Yan Cheng was pressed in front of the hanger. The two maidservant changed her clothes. Coincidentally, someone from outside sent a set of clothes, bright red and golden embroidery thread. It was faintly visible. The dragon and phoenix were auspicious, covered with the same color. Coincidentally, it was also the dragon and phoenix.

Yan Zhen looked at this and was stunned. For a moment, my head didn't feel dizzy, and my limbs were also strong. He took back half of the dragged clothes and shouted, "You bastard, what are you going to do!" What dignified etiquette, what kind of whispering whispers, the pain was thrown behind by Yan Cen, and everything he had learned for more than half a year was returned to the original teaching host. If the old man knew, would she burst into tears?!

Before the maidservants on both sides spoke, a noise came from outside: "I said the girls inside, move quickly, change the clothes for the young lady, and help her go out to worship. Don't ask Uncle Qian to wait. It's not good to miss the auspicious time."

The voice followed the master from far to near, wearing a flower on his head, holding a red flower in his hand, stepping on the curved road with his feet, and twisting left and right. Yan Cen's face stiffened. This is not what the legendary matchmaker is.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and change your clothes and comb your hair." As soon as the matchmaker came in, she put her fat fingers around with a handkerchief, and the conductor ordered people to do things.

Yan Chan shouted, "I'm the third lady in Yan's house. Who dares to move! Move, I promise that Yan will let you die without a place to bury you!" Yan Zhen has never liked to hold a young lady's airs. She said that she has been back to Yan's house in the past two years to eat and drink, like a little ancestor. She doesn't like that identity to come out to brink people. Today, she is really at a loss.

"Miss, don't be afraid. This is the process of getting married. The old slave is an experienced person. I understand your nervousness. Come on, listen to the old slave and you..." Then the matchmaker pulled up Yan Qian and walked to the dressing table.

Yan Chen's eyes widened. I said that I was Miss Yan San. No one could move. As a result, the man directly pulled her up and walked away. Now he not only moved, but also moved several times. The matchmaker's fat hand pinched Yan Chan's shoulder and poked Yan Chan's face, and almost touched it all over. Suddenly, Yan Ceng's feet softened and fell directly to the ground.

In a hurry, Yan Cen pushed away the matchmaker around him with disgust and shouted, "Don't touch me, don't touch me, I won't marry Uncle Qian, Master Qian!" Before the matchmaker could move, he pushed it away and ran away.

The matchmaker was stunned for a moment, and then shouted, "Hurry up, come on, the bride is going to run away, catch it back quickly. Uncle Qian is still waiting for this hall in front of him.