After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

New year new life.

For many people, this year represents new life and hope.

The crowd in Zhufeng Courtyard dispersed and the children went to rest.

Huang Xu carried a basin of hot water with difficulty and walked into Yan Yuanan's house. It seemed to be shaking, but not a drop was spilled outside.

He quickly took the pen and placed it on the washstand.

Yan Yuanan changed into his pajamas and came out of the bathroom while tying his belt.

Seeing Huang Xu, a hint of warmth flashed in his eyes: "How many times have I told you that you are a book boy, not a servant, you don't have to do these chores."

On the first day Huang Xu came to his side, he said that he only wanted him to serve him with writing materials and read and practice calligraphy beside him.

Huang Xu smiled innocently: "Second Young Master, this is all I can do."

His cheeks had gained some flesh and he looked much more energetic than when he first arrived at the Princess's Mansion.

But deep down, he is still that honest and simple farm boy.

Because the second young master was willing, he was able to study with Yan Yuanan.

He didn't know how to repay this kindness, but his labor could still be of use.

Yan Yuanan smiled, walked to his side, held his shoulders, and looked at him seriously.

"Then you want to listen to what I say?"

Huang Xu nodded repeatedly.

"Now, you should go back to your grandmother and spend the New Year with her."

"That……"

Huang Xu hesitated: "Second Young Master, here..."

"The school is closed for half a month. You can come back after half a month. I will have someone to serve me."

When it comes to serving, no one is more suitable than Huang Xu to hold the pen or the inkstone.

When they were choosing servants, they would pick kids who were a year or two older than him.

We can grow up together and do some heavy work.

The same was true for other children. For example, Feng'er and Rui'er, who were beside Yan Jinyang, were only six or seven years old. The heavy work they needed to do was replaced by the servants beside their brothers.

Huang Xu is young, and he has never learned how to serve others.

Yan Yuanan also didn't intend to treat him as a servant.

He understood his mother's intention, which was for him to learn to read and write by her side.

"Huang Xu."

Yan Yuanan called out his name and said seriously, "You are still young, you don't understand how rare it is to be able to celebrate the New Year with your family."

Huang Xu really didn't understand.

But since it was the second young master who said it, he listened.

He misses his grandma too.

Seeing him happily about to go out, Yan Yuanan smiled: "Wait!"

He took out a red envelope that he had prepared long ago from the cash box and handed it to him: "Happy New Year."

"Thank you, Second Young Master!"

Huang Xu took the red envelope with both hands, placed it on his chest, and bowed deeply to express his gratitude.

"Go."

Yan Yuanan waved at him.

The night is passing and dawn is coming.

A long bell sounded from the palace, and all the civil and military officials, as well as the royal family, walked towards the main hall.

The grand court meeting on the first day of the New Year is later than the morning court meetings on previous days.

Just as the sky was about to brighten, a ray of golden light quietly appeared in the thin morning light.

Ten strands, a hundred strands, a thousand strands.

Immediately afterwards, a golden sun burst out, jumped out from the morning mist, and shone with thousands of rays of light.

The world suddenly became clear.

The rising sun shines on the red walls and green tiles, and on the white jade steps.

It shone on the court robes of all officials, on the emperor's crown, and on the faces of the couple who were happily busy behind the breakfast stall.

While the guests were not paying attention, the husband used his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his wife's forehead.

The wife was a little shy, and then she smiled sweetly.

In front of the majestic and magnificent imperial palace, Qin Yao, wearing a full set of gorgeous princess clothing, walked up the stairs holding up her skirt.

Yan Changqing was walking beside her.

"Don't be so conspicuous." Qin Yaoguang reminded softly.

"It's only natural to accompany my wife."

Yan Changqing said confidently: "Even if the king of heaven comes, he can't control me."

Logically, he should stand at the front of the military officers.

Otherwise, he could stand together with the Duke of Ningguo, the Duke of Anguo and others as the Duke of Zhenguo.

But he doesn't want any of them.

As the eldest princess's son-in-law, he attended the grand court meeting with her.

Among so many identities, he chose "royal relative".

Qin Yao glanced at him.

Only then did she realize that the general's face was becoming thicker and thicker.

However, at this critical juncture, he did not choose military generals or nobles, but stood with himself. This was definitely not as simple as declaring sovereignty.

The signal revealed behind Yan Changqing's action is enough to make those people suspicious.

The grand court assembly on the first day of the Lunar New Year attracted thousands of participants.

Qin Yaoguang stood still and turned around to look. The sun was rising, and the world was full of light, covering up so many evil spirits that could not stand the light.

The sound of bells and music.

The etiquette of the grand court meeting is complicated and is the court ceremony with the highest etiquette standards in Dajing.

When the hour arrived, the emperor took the throne, drums and music sounded, and all officials knelt to congratulate him and perform the ceremony as usual.

Following the ceremonial officer's calls of "yes", everyone knelt down, paid homage to, and congratulated the emperor on the dragon throne. Envoys from vassal states, governors of various prefectures, chiefs of ethnic minorities, and so on, one by one, presented tributes and congratulations.

After them came representatives of school supervisors from all over the country and successful candidates in various examinations, who presented their beautiful essays.

The emperor sat on the high dragon throne, overlooking the officials who were like ants below, and his heart was filled with joy.

He liked this grand court meeting the most every year.

First of all, you don’t have to get up so early, and you don’t have to stay in the temple all the time, feeling drowsy.

Although he was not a competent emperor, this day every year would bring him great psychological satisfaction.

As an emperor, how could he not want to see his dynasty prosperous and peaceful?

Even though they knew there were so many troubles, what was presented at the grand court meeting was only prosperity.

This sense of satisfaction allowed him to continue being the boring emperor until the next year.

In the next few days, there were constant banquets of all sizes inside and outside the palace.

Ancestor worship is one of the most important rituals.

In addition to the royal family, Qin Yaoguang also followed Yan Changqing back to the General's Mansion.

Even when Yan Changqing was not in the capital, the general's mansion was well managed by people sent by the original owner.

The old servant of the Yan family stayed in the mansion day after day, waiting for his master to return.

Yan Changqing pushed open the heavy door of the ancestral hall, and a solemn atmosphere hit him.

There is an oil lamp that is never extinguished in front of the tablet of the ancestor of the Duke of Zhenguo. It looks a little weathered after years of baptism, but it adds to the solemnity and calmness.

In Dajing, there is still a custom that women cannot enter the ancestral hall.

Yan Changqing didn't care about that. After lighting incense and kneeling down, he stepped aside and made a gesture to invite Qin Yaoguang to come forward.

Qin Yaoguang felt mixed emotions when facing the ancestors of the Yan family.

The family was full of loyal heroes, but now only Yan Changqing and a pair of siblings are left, and they are not even enough to be slapped.

"Ancestors of the Yan family, if you are still alive, please bless Yan Changqing to avenge his great hatred, bless me to punish those villains who plotted behind the scenes, and bless the world to have peace!"

A light breeze suddenly blew in front of the tablet.

The curling green smoke was in chaos for a moment, then returned to being straight.

It seemed as if they really heard her words.