The Villain Runs Wild

Erlang of the Yan family, who was suddenly accosted, was a little wary of this strange invitation, and said, "Who is your master?"

This carriage looks pretty good, presumably the family is well off.

Among the friends he made were from rich and noble backgrounds, but he still remembered the appearance of their carriage, which was definitely not the one in front of him.

"My master's surname is Lin, only one Sui."

Yan Erlang frowned slightly, he was already preoccupied and now added a bit of gloom.

Although he has not yet entered an official position, he knows a thing or two about the affairs of the court, especially the name of the person in front of him, which has appeared in his father's mouth many times.

The treacherous party and the country, those who like to exercise power, are undoubtedly abhorrent.

There are many traitors in the court, and this lord is very popular. Although he can't say that his family is the only one, he is definitely a high-ranking and powerful person.

He said softly: "So it's Mr. Zhongliang, I don't know what you can do with me?"

The young man did not pretend to speak like his upright father, he just raised his brows slightly, without a smile on his face, and his posture was neither humble nor overbearing.

Yan Qin had already heard the news from his father's good friend that His Majesty would send his father to Hangzhou. His father is still locked up in the sky prison, and he just came back from a visit.

He told the news from his father, but his father didn't think it mattered much.

No matter where he is demoted, he can do it, and he even thinks that he can do a better job in a poor place.

His mother cried all night at home, asking him to persuade his father, Yan Qin naturally didn't want his father to be demoted to a place of bitter cold, so he was trying hard to find a way, but unfortunately there was no good plan.

If he is not white and has a half-time official position, it would be good for activities, but he only joined Qiuwei this year. He has traveled around to study and gain knowledge in the past few years. Now he only has the name of Jieyuan, and he can only use his father's name. In the name of going to relatives and friends.

But it happened that the father directly offended the Holy Majesty, and others could only help by talking, but it may not have any effect.

Now that he heard Lin Sui's invitation, he could only ask politely and cautiously, for fear of offending this traitor and putting his father in a worse situation.

Caixiao said: "Lang Jun will know when he comes up."

Caixiao actually disliked the gentleman in front of him, although he was handsome and had a good appearance of Zhilan Yushu, but he was Yan Yu's son.

It is not an exaggeration for Yan Yu to say that he is the master's enemy. Who told him to always refer to the master's book, and write some insinuating articles from time to time, so that the master's reputation is not very good among scholars in the world, and everyone mentions the master. A look of contempt.

Said that he was the son of an eunuch, and also a small eunuch, and called him unfilial, the child of a person who abandoned his ancestors and became a child of the future. The literati scolded people without dirty words, but it was particularly ugly, and Caixiao was not less angry.

Her father is not a eunuch, but he was injured a few years ago, so he is not interested in such things.

"Today is not a coincidence. If Mr. Zhongliang has something to say, then see you another day."

Yan Qin politely declined, how dare he get into Lin Sui's car for this obvious Longtan and Tiger's Den Hongmen Banquet.

If it is possible, he does not want to get involved with this person at all. If his family finds out, his father will be the first to get angry.

However, it is not because of his father that he does not agree with each other because of different ways. His family has been a scholarly family for generations, and his future ambition is to be an upright and honest official and contribute his own strength to the common people in the world. Get mixed up with this kind of treacherous person.

"Another day, so why do I want today?"

A slightly muffled voice came from inside the carriage, and the curtain on the outside of the carriage was lifted before Yan Qin's eyes, revealing a section of white knuckles first.

The words were full of playful and uncompromising, Yan Qin followed the corner of the curtain upwards and saw the face of the person who spoke.

Duoqing has red lips in her eyes, she has a beautiful face, and Furong has a sick look on her face.

But it doesn't make people feel weak and pitiful, on the contrary, it makes people feel unpredictable and subconsciously cold.

Yan Qin's eyes stopped, he was not obsessed with superficial appearance, but he couldn't move his eyes when he looked into these loving eyes.

It turns out that Quan Qing's life is like this, which is reasonable, after all, what he said with a sense of jokes does not make people think that he is joking.

Yan Qin still wanted to refuse, although he was very curious about what Lin Sui wanted to say to him, but reason still prevailed.

But before he could say his refusal, he heard the young man in front of him say: "I have not been able to go to court for a few days due to illness, and I only heard about your father today."

Yan Qin's heart tightened, and he became vigilant.

"Your Majesty, Long Yan is furious this time, I'm afraid he won't let it go easily... Yan Xiaolang, do you really plan to talk about it at another time?"

"Mr. Zhongliang, what does this mean?"

Yan Qin asked, but saw that the curtain in front of him was lowered, the cloth covered his sight, and also covered the face of the young man inside.

Caixiao said: "If the gentleman intends to talk to another day, then the servant will let the coachman drive the carriage."

Yan Qin got on the frame in a moment of impatience.

The interior of the carriage is spacious, and there is a small door inside, and Caixiao sits on the outer layer of the door.

Now that he had come up, Yan Qin didn't refuse, went into the carriage, and saw a young man in dark green clothes sitting and lying inside.

Yan Qin sat in it, waiting for the host to speak.

The host who invited him to the car was not in a hurry, and raised his hand to pour him a cup of tea.

The sleeves were lifted up slightly with his movements, and the dark green fabric set off the whiteness of the wrists more and more, and the blue veins on the back of the hands were clearly visible.

The wrist ornaments with red beads and black strings are simple in shape but extraordinarily beautiful, especially suitable for young people.

Yan Qin took the cup of tea, thanked him, took a sip and put it on the small table, restraining his inquiring heart.

He understood that Lin Sui must have something to say to him when he invited him up, and if he opened his mouth, he might fall into the trap.

But he didn't know that when he looked at the carriage parked beside him, he was already caught.

Lin Sui also poured a cup of tea for himself, sipped it slowly, and said after a while: "I heard that Mr. Yan Xiaolang is very talented, and his painting skills are also superb. I have invited you recently, and I just want to see Mr. Yan with my own eyes. art of painting."

"Yanqin's talents are sparse, and his painting skills may not be able to catch the eyes of adults. If adults like it, I will send someone to send you the carved paintings when I return to the mansion."

Yan Qin knew that things couldn't be that simple. He and Lin Sui had never met before. Lin Sui's words were somewhat out of the ordinary. Their previous identities were different, so he had to be paranoid.

"What's the meaning of a good painting? I can only taste a few times the painting I'm making, so I invited Mr. Xiaolang to come to the mansion to explain it. If I can paint it to my satisfaction within half an hour, the Yan Shangshu of Hangzhou naturally doesn't have to go." , if it doesn't satisfy me...I think Yan Zhou is pretty good."

Yan Yu is now only locked in the sky prison and has not been demoted, so Lin Sui still calls him Yan Shangshu.

The shadow between Yan Qin's brows became heavier, Yanzhou is now full of bandits and troubles, he had passed by the county next to Yanzhou during his study tour, and heard about Yanzhou.

The people there even dared to let the imperial court order officials to die unexpectedly, which was very rampant. However, the local officials in Yanzhou dealt with it very vaguely, and the collusion between officials and bandits was very serious. The thieves came out again, which shows that the bandit suppression was also very watery.

Yan Qin was well aware of the difficulty of that place, and his father had heard about Yanzhou's incidents, and he was annoyed by his father when he sent troops to suppress the bandits. Going there will inevitably want to flex its muscles, but Yan Qin dare not imagine the final result.

This was a blatant threat, but Yan Qin had no choice but to accept it.

Even if the final result may be a tease, but for this possibility, he has to give it a try.

"Can adults keep their word?"

"nature."

Lin Sui propped his chin, admiring the appearance of the young man Lang Qingjun opposite him, and his gesture of compromising when he was caught in a threat, which had a special flavor.

Although it's not a drama about a domineering master and a pretty servant, it's more interesting for a treacherous minister to persecute a good family.

Although Mr. Yan Xiaolang has not reached the crown, he is still eight out of ten. He has been studying abroad for several years, and he has met countless people. It is not like no one has stared at him like this. He has never been unnatural, and he is generous and generous Look at it, but today is a bit unnatural.

The carriage passed Qingshi Lane and gradually stopped.

Yan Qin sat on the outside and got out of the carriage first, watching the maidservant in green raise her hand to help the young man inside to get off the carriage.

The young man shook his head slightly, bent down and got out of the carriage, put his hands on his shoulders, stepped on the low stool and got off the carriage.

That gesture was so natural that Yan Qin was taken aback.

Caixiao withdrew her hand, looked at the figure of the master entering the mansion, and nodded to Yan Qin: "Mr. Lang, please."

Yan Qin pursed his lips slightly, looked at the word "Lin Fu" on the door plaque of the mansion, and stepped into the vermilion gate.

The wealth and honor of the Lin Mansion is probably the most Yan Qin has ever seen in his life. He has never been to the imperial palace, so he does not know its extravagance.

Pavilions, terraces and pavilions, bamboo forests send the wind.

There is no doubt that the monstrous wealth and honor are displayed in it, and he is worthy of being the number one traitor in this dynasty.

While thinking in his heart, Yan Qin followed Lin Sui through the doors.

He didn't pay much attention to these things, no matter how good the scenery was, he didn't care to appreciate it, he just tied it to the person in front.

From the back, the young man's body seems to be thinner. I heard that Mr. Zhongliang once walked through the gate of hell and saved his life, but he also suffered from the root cause of the disease. I am afraid he will not live long.

Yan Qin used to think that it would be better for such a person to live a short life, but now he doesn't think so, instead he feels slightly bored.

"Caixiao, ask someone to go to the warehouse to get the inkstone in the nanmu box."

Lin Sui pushed open the door of the study and gave orders.

Caixiao immediately sent someone to pick it up and put it on Lin Sui's desk.

Lin Sui waved his hand: "Tell everyone to back down."

Caixiao blessed Fushen, closed the door of the study, and led the people back to the gate of the small courtyard.

Lin Sui sat on the chair and raised his chin to Yan Qin.

"Xiao Langjun, you can grind this ink yourself, and think about what you want to draw by the way, but you should move faster, after all, the incense has already been lit."

It was only then that Yan Qin discovered that the incense burner beside him had been plugged with a stick of incense at some point, and based on rough estimates of its size, it probably burned for exactly half an hour.

It is not easy to draw a satisfying and beautiful painting in half an hour, plus the time to sharpen new ink, Yan Qin felt the difficulty, although he did not know the reason, but did not think carefully, and began to sharpen the ink.

It's just that the color of this ink is not pure, with a touch of gold.

Lin Suijing looked at the young man's unhurried movements. This ink was an exquisite gadget presented by someone a few days ago to please the original owner. Washed away, because its function is not serious painting.

After Yan Qin polished the ink, he also had the idea of ​​writing in his heart, but found that there was no paper in the study.

"My lord, where should I draw?"

He expected that the person in front of him should take out the materials for painting, but he didn't expect the young man to undress.

The white back is softer than fine rice paper, exuding a warm fragrance.

Xiao Langjun's mind suddenly went blank, and the picture he had just conceived disappeared completely, and he didn't know how to write with the pen.

"It won't be long," Lin Sui propped his hands on the table, lazily reminded, "If Mr. Xiao Lang feels that his skills are not enough to do it, he should stop now, so that I won't be in trouble in this autumn. catch a cold."

What he said was so eloquent and unreasonable, it was clearly him who invited the person to the door, and it was also the half-hour agreement he made, and it was also the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he decided on, and now he persuades the person to give up, so as not to drag him into the cold .

What a beautiful skin, what a good and bad heart.

However, Yan Qin had no room to refuse. He didn't know if it was making things difficult or teasing, or if it was frivolous intimacy with other intentions. The pictures in his mind were scattered. He looked out and saw Banshu Osmanthus fragrans.

Before I had time to think about how long, I started to paint.

However, this canvas is fresh and soft, and the touch of writing makes the talented man of both literature and painting unable to stop pausing again and again.

The skin is greasy and the bones are fragrant, the sweet and warm fragrance is neither the smell of incense in the room nor the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus from outside, it is difficult for Yan Qin to describe.

Mixed with some bitter medicinal fragrance, with a bit of cold and lingering meaning.

The osmanthus twigs slanted across the young man's spine and reached the waist, causing people to tremble slightly, and the fingertips of Xiao Langjun, who is still unknown to the worldly affairs, also trembled slightly while holding the pen.

"I'm a little uncomfortable, you have to hurry up."

The eccentric young man also spat out urging words, making the osmanthus trees all over the place dazzling.

When half an hour is up, General Yan Qin will stop writing.

On this cool autumn day, his palms were covered with beads of sweat, and he could barely hold the paintbrush.

A luxuriant pear blossom was formed with faint golden ink marks. Lin Sui stood in front of the large mirror placed in the room and looked sideways.

The beauty twisted her waist, and the obscene clothes were thrown aside, leaving only the dark green robe hanging on her forearm, forming an arc behind her, stretching and tightening slightly with his movements.

Yan Qin didn't want to look at him at first, but couldn't help looking at him. What fell into his eyes happened to be this picture, like a glimpse, engraved in his heart more and more.

Yan Qin wiped the sweat from his palms with a handkerchief. In the past, he must have been confident in his paintings, but today he is not so sure.

It seems that some of the writing is not perfect, and there are a few stamens that are not beautiful enough. Is it too ingenious and not expressive? In short, the thoughts are complicated.

In Yan Qin's somewhat uneasy mood, Lin Sui put on his robe.

"Shang Ke, Mr. Xiao Lang, go home, I will naturally talk about it with His Majesty."

Lin Sui waved his hand, didn't stay with Yan Qin, and sent someone to see the guests off.

Yan Qin could only get this two-word comment, and he was in an indescribable mood. He was in a trance all the time, and he was a little absent-minded when he got home. He didn't come back to his senses until he saw the worried eyes of his mother and sister.

"Don't worry, mother. I went to see my father. He is in good condition. I checked the cell. He didn't suffer much."

Yan Qin told his mother what he did during the day in detail, but he got into Lin Sui's carriage and went to Lin Sui's house, and concealed the frivolous love of painting on Lin Sui's body, which seemed unbelievable to others. down.

"The cell must be cold and damp, and the food must be worse than at home. Tell me why he is so stubborn."

Mrs. Yan grabbed the handkerchief, anxious and helpless.

"Mother, don't worry, your body is the most important thing, don't worry, dad will be fine."

"Didn't you say you were going to Hangzhou? Did you find someone to intercede?"

"Hmm..." Yan Qin responded in a low voice, and didn't say who he was looking for, just said, "It should be all right, let's see in a few days."

Mrs. Yan sighed: "It's good if someone is willing to help. I don't want your father to work so hard when he is old. His health is not good. Why bother?"

"Mom, you also know Dad's temper, brother is back, let's make dinner."

Yan Rongzhen is thirteen years old, and like her second brother, she was very intelligent at a young age. She comforted her mother and diverted her attention like a little adult.

After dinner, Yan Qin went to his sister's study to help her with her homework, and then returned to her own study.

The book was in front of him, but he couldn't read a single page, pacing back and forth in the room.

Putting down the book, Yan Qin rubbed the ink to meditate, and when he was about to practice calligraphy, the brush fell on the paper, which reminded him of the touch when he was painting just now.

Although he was painting with one hand, he would occasionally hold the drawing paper and make habitual movements inadvertently. When he touched his hand softly, he hurriedly let go of it again. I don't know if Lin Sui noticed it.

The room seems to be filled with the faint scent of bitter medicine and warm fragrance, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard is also left on the clothes.

As his thoughts became more and more chaotic, Yan Qin simply put down his pen and went for a walk in the courtyard, thinking about the purpose of Lin Sui's actions today.

He didn't remember when he provoked the lord, his father was busy with the flood recently, and he didn't impeach him, so it is unlikely that he used him to vent his anger because his father was in the prison.

Could it be that he really just wanted to see how his painting skills were, or did he have any special preferences for people to paint?

Yan Qin decided to suppress his suspicions, wait until a few days later to see the will of the Holy Majesty, and then consider what kind of medicine is sold in Lin Sui's gourd.

He fell asleep with his mind full of worries and dreamed at night.

The beauty looked at her back in front of the mirror, but there was no trace of anything on her back.

The beauty smiled affectionately: "Mr. Yan Xiaolang, you should hurry up."

Yan Qin woke up from the dream, looking at his slightly dirty underwear, his face was flushed.

He washed the clothes by himself, even though breakfast was useless, he copied the Qingxin Sutra three times in the study.

He didn't know why this happened, it was a waste of reading sage books!

Lin Sui washed off the marks on his back when he took a bath at night, and the person who presented the gift didn't deceive him, and the brush and ink were indeed easy to wash off.

He asked Caixiao to change the water, and Caixiao was startled when she saw the blackness in the water. After all, this was not a medicinal bath, and she was relieved when she learned that the master accidentally dropped the painting and calligraphy into it.

Lin Sui let Yunxiao enter the palace again, and entered the palace to face the saint on the second day.

He said he was ill for so many days and did not come to court, the emperor was still very concerned when he saw him.

Lin Sui thanked him, but didn't mention Yan Yu's matter.

Seeing that Lin Sui was getting more energetic, the emperor specially came to report to him. In order to show his concern and closeness, he rewarded a bunch of rare medicinal materials to Lin Sui's mansion.

When he arrived in the harem, the emperor received the gift from Lin Sui from the House of Internal Affairs. Seeing three beauties with their own styles and characteristics, the emperor was very happy, thinking that Lin Sui was indeed his good subordinate. I didn't forget to prepare my heart, and gave another reward.

After receiving the news, Lin Sui made sure that the emperor was happy these few days, and then brought up the matter of Yan Yu after the early court.

If others mention Yan Yu, the emperor will definitely be upset.

Because more than one person came to talk to him about this in the past few days, some came to persuade him, and some came to tease him. Although the emperor doesn't like to take care of things, he is not a fool, so no one paid attention to it, and continued to let Yan Yu stay in the prison. stay here.

But when Lin Sui mentioned Yan Yu, he held his temper.

For this young teacher, the emperor's senses are also complicated.

Annoyed and even bored when faced with his advice sometimes, but rationally also knows that he is a loyal subordinate, and he also has some respect for the teacher and the face that the queen mother values ​​him.

Although he locked people in the sky prison, he didn't intend to torment Yan Yu, but that day he had already announced that he would be relegated. If he raised it high and put it down lightly, wouldn't he be a very shameless emperor? Everyone can come and accuse him of not doing well, but if he really sends people to Hangzhou, he is worried that something will happen, so he has never made up his mind.

Hearing that Lin Sui also said that Hangzhou was inappropriate, the emperor frowned unconsciously, but then heard Lin Sui say: "Going to Hangzhou to be the magistrate, I am afraid that the punishment will be light. This matter must be severely punished. I think Lord Yan should go to the deer. Let the state be an eight-rank small county magistrate, so as to make an example."

The emperor smiled and couldn't help clapping his hands: "Lin Qing, Lin Qing, you, you."

Luzhou is a rich state city. Being an eighth-rank county magistrate here is more enjoyable than being a magistrate in Hangzhou. If other people are relegated like this, they will probably collapse, but Yan Yu is not a person who values ​​official positions. Man, they all know this.

"You don't have to go too far. From Aiqing's point of view, what else is suitable?"

Only then did Lin Sui express his true thoughts. The emperor thought about it and wrote the transfer order.

Feeling that Lin Sui solved a problem perfectly for him, the emperor planned to reward him again, and planned to give him a lucrative job.

If the original owner would have agreed happily, Lin Sui declined.

He wants to be the most powerful minister in the world, and to be the person who can decide who the emperor is. Naturally, money is not enough. Besides having power and relationships, what is more important is people, people who he can completely control and appoint.

"I have a suggestion, and I hope Your Majesty will listen to it carefully..."

The emperor listened carefully, nodded from time to time, and thought for a while.

"There is already an imperial guard in the imperial city, and this brocade guard..."

"Your Majesty, their responsibilities are different. Jin Yiwei not only protects the imperial city, but also contacts the people of the world, so that your majesty can know the affairs of the world without leaving the imperial city. I heard about the Queen Mother's illness. In fact, there are folk remedies that you can try, but at that time No one knows, if one day..."

Lin Sui didn't finish, but he knew that the emperor understood what he meant.

Often rich people fear birth, old age, sickness and death far more than poor people.