Riding and cutting the imperial pirates of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 138
Yan Mansion.

"Father, what does Zhuzi mean by this?"

Yan Chu waited for a long while, seeing that Yan Fu was silent all the time, finally couldn't restrain himself, and asked a question.

"Thanks to the blessing of our ancestors, we should be able to escape the catastrophe this time." Yan Fu closed his eyes and thought for a long time, and the frown that had been frowned for many days finally eased a little.

He looked at his son and said, "Go and give orders, get ready, the distinguished guests will come to the door tomorrow, and the banquet will be held in the evening, and the banquet will be held with the highest standard!"

"What?" Yan Chu said in astonishment, "Father, my Yan family is a descendant of the Fusheng, a famous family in the world, how can I sit at the same table with the yellow scarf bandits?"

As he spoke, he looked at the book in his father's hand again, and snorted coldly:

"Even the children of ordinary famous families, we shouldn't pay attention to such a sloppy and perfunctory job just because of this famous card."

From Yan Chu's point of view, in the past, if those domestic celebrities and literati came to Linzi, they would definitely visit Yan's mansion. Which one was not brilliant and sincere?
Look at Wang Zheng again
A few words, straightforward, without euphemism.

This is probably the most unceremonious name stab Yan Fu has ever received.
Not only was there no request in the letter, but the time was decided unilaterally.
It's like an order-like notice, order will!
It seems that he has never considered whether the owner of the Yan Mansion has time and is willing to meet him?

When saying these words, Yan Fu just looked at Yan Chu calmly, with deep disappointment flashing in his eyes.

I also blame myself.

Yan Fu muttered sadly in his heart.

Although they are branches of the Yan clan in Langya, they are not the local gentry of Linzi after all.

Being able to leap to the top of the famous family in the capital of Qingzhou in just a few decades is more the result of two generations of Yan Fu and his father's hard work day and night.

As a result, he neglected to discipline this son-in-law.
I didn't see it in the past, but now I meet a big event.

But it completely vented its roots, the essence was so unbearable.

Thinking of his own body, Yan Fu coughed again.

What a pity. It seems too late.

While his mind was full of thoughts, his own son was still chattering, and Yan Fu's full of sadness and loss turned into anger.

boom!
He slammed the case, stood up, pointed at Yan Chu angrily and said:

"shut up!"

"My Yan family is forced to bow down to the thieves today, and it's because of you, a child!"

Although it was afternoon and the sun was smoky, inside the elegant house of Yan Mansion, there was a moment of solitude like winter.

There were maidservants and diners in the courtyard outside the door. They could hear the master drinking violently and the crisp sound of teacups shattering. dare not come out.

"Father, it's not that I lack courage in this matter"

Yan Chu, who was scolded by Yan Fu for a long time while pointing his nose, finally waited for his father to drink tea when his mouth was dry, and quickly explained:

"On the top of the city that day, that Zhuzi and his subordinates acted like they were crazy. Everyone was so brave and fearless, just like a mad tiger!"

"That fellow Li Jiayuan always judges people with his nostrils, what happened?"

"No, he and his subordinates only lasted for more than an hour."

"The so-called defeat is like a mountain. At this time, if I bring my generals up, I will die; it is better to preserve my strength and protect my Yan family one or two."

"Father, you also know that although our troops are well-equipped, we don't have cavalry."

"Being seconded several times by Xu Xuan, a dead ghost, has already wiped out all the good horses in my family!"

"At that time, Wang Zheng's cavalry had already taken advantage of the slope and started to charge. My side is full of infantry, how can I?"

"Wait a minute!" Yan Fu suddenly cut off his son's mumbling of explanation, staring at him and suddenly asked:

"Can the thief cavalry charge on that slope?"

After speaking, Yan Fu stood up abruptly, walked quickly to Yan Chu's side, and said word by word: "Is this really true?"

"It's absolutely true, father." Yan Chu shouted hastily: "If you don't believe your son, you can go and ask some generals in the house to ask!"

"wrong."

Knowing that his son would not be so bold as to deceive himself at this time, Yan Fu walked around the hall a few times with his hands behind his back, and fell into thinking again:

"Then Wang Zheng was only a senior before. No matter how capable he is, even if he has horses, how can he gather people from a group of refugees to gather a cavalry?"

"This short period of time is absolutely impossible!"

With his own strategy in his chest, Yan Fu discovered the biggest weirdness of the Tianjun.

Although his family was not in good health, even when bandits besieged the city, attacked the city, or even blocked the south of the city, Yan Fu still didn't show up for a long time when the front of the army reached the door of the house, and he was recuperating at home.

But in the middle, he also forced himself out of the house several times to discuss with the county guard and others.

He also went to the top of the city to watch the enemy's situation.

He could have seen that slope with his own eyes.

The slope built by the sand and concrete of the corpses is naturally full of potholes, 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 good are these cavalrymen's riding skills?

Can there be such talents in a group of refugees, and there are so many?Directly into the army?

Even among the officers and soldiers, it is by no means easy!

"The cavalry of the Yellow Turban bandits." Yan Fu asked again, "How many are there?"

"At least four to five hundred people." Yan Chu recalled for a while, and said uncertainly: "Maybe more than that."

Hearing this, combined with the speed of the Wang Zheng's rebellion, the outstanding military strength of the army, and all kinds of unreasonable abnormalities when arranging the camp
Yan Fu was thoughtful.

Hundreds of people have excellent riding skills. Since it is impossible to obtain it in a short period of time, it is even more impossible to produce it out of thin air.
This guy is not that old
That can only be someone else who started training early, and then sent it to him when the king's government was in trouble!

Wang Zheng?

The surname of the other party made the head of the Yan family feel emotional.

Started that day and continued until the next afternoon.

The Yan Mansion was completely busy.

After all, Yan Chu doesn't know, but Yan Fuke knows.

It is impossible that only Wang Zheng and his party came.
Those gentry patriarchs of Wenlian may also flock here tonight.

Today's banquet may be the most important one in the history of the Yan family in Linzi.

The main course, sweet soup, wine, snacks and fruits, each of which is in the weight of dozens of plates, with exquisite styles and exquisite materials.

Music workers, maidservants, dancers, singers, countless people are dressed in glamorous, slim and plump appearance.

Even with the hasty preparations within a day and the time when the thieves besieged Linzi for a long time, it didn't 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 is inappropriate, go and replace it 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 you using!"

"My lord said, remove all these blankets, and replace kneeling mats, tapestries, and carpets with tiger fur and velvet, all in plain weave!"

In the midst of the busyness, another group of musicians came with various musical instruments and tried out music in the pavilion surrounded by screens.

Moments later, the elegant sound of silk and bamboo sounded, wafting through the magnificent pavilion.

The bright and clean main hall, with strange mountains and plants all the way, yushu and clear springs, accompanied by the sound of music and the soft light of pale gold, looks ethereal and illusory, and for a while people can't tell where is the real scene.

For 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's extravagant ostentation was for the sake of two people from humble backgrounds.

On the tip of the moon, at dusk.

A horse-drawn carriage rushed into the south of the city, and drove straight forward amidst countless black tides rising and falling, thousands of people kowtowed and bowed their heads.

When they stopped in front of the stone steps of Yan Mansion, the curtain was lifted, and the two people came down, both dressed as scribes.

At this time, it was Yan Fu's housekeeper who was at the door.

His eyes were very sharp, and when he saw one of them was young and weak from a distance, he screamed inwardly.

Shuzi is here!

He kept cursing inwardly, but his face was immediately filled with a smile, he hurried to meet him, bowed and smiled and said:

"Congratulations, General Tiangong!"

"Since yesterday, the master has been looking forward to your greetings, and even stayed up all night. Today, he mentioned it several times a day."

And speaking, shouted loudly:
"The distinguished guests have arrived, open the main entrance of the atrium!"

At the same time, several people inside and outside the gate seemed to be exerting force at the same time.

In the squeaky sound.

The vermilion gate of Yan's mansion, which represents nobility and inheritance
Slowly pull away.

(End of this chapter)