Dream Hua Embers Records

Yan Qicheng saw that the child just kept his head down and didn't say a word, and he didn't know how to kowtow to plead guilty, so he felt even more unhappy, "Presumptuous! Is this memorial something you can see and move?" Although his tone was stern, he didn't have any anger .

"Father...Father is injured..." The little figure raised his head, his face was full of tears, but it was Yan Yin.

"Yin'er, why is it you? Why are you wearing this suit? Get up and talk!" Yan Qicheng was very surprised.

It stands to reason that Yan Qisheng and Yan Yin get along every day, and Yan Yin should be recognized at a glance, but he has been distracted these days, and he has been distracted, and has never looked at who is by his side. Wearing the clothes of Xiao Huangmen and kneeling to serve him, Yan Qicheng had preconceived ideas and didn't think about anything else at all.

According to the rules, the servant must kneel down to serve the pen and ink in the imperial study, unless the emperor orders to get up.And Yan Yin usually stood by the desk, Yan Qicheng often even pulled him to sit on the dragon chair, or gave him another seat.

"Father, how is father?" Yan Yin didn't get up, but raised her head and asked with tears in her eyes.Yan Yin just glanced at it, saw that Yan Qihao was injured in the memorial, and didn't have time to read the content carefully.

"Today's battle report said that there is no serious problem, and the army has continued to lead the south." Yan Qicheng replied.

Only then did Yan Yin heave a sigh of relief, straightened up, put the folder on the desk with both respectful hands, and kowtowed heavily.

A trace of impatience flashed in Yan Qicheng's eyes, "Get up and talk."

Yan Yin just stood up, bowed her head respectfully, without saying a word.

Yan Qicheng pointed to Yan Yin's clothes and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Yan Yin... guilty..." Yan Yin's voice choked up, "It's all my fault, otherwise... Eighth Uncle wouldn't..."

"I let you serve by my side, do you think I really use you as my servant?" Yan Qicheng's voice was hoarse.

Yan Yin suddenly remembered Yan Liang's words, she shook her body and lowered her head, "I...I don't know..."

Yan Qicheng sighed on his back dejectedly, this kind of sound was not what he wanted.

Since Yan Yin started to serve in the imperial study, Yan Qicheng changed the rules, originally there were two other servants serving, but Yan Qicheng drove them outside, leaving only Yan Yin in the inner room.

Yan Qicheng likes watching Yan Yin wearing flowers and butterflies, bustling around the room, calling "Father Emperor" lightly and crisply, and also likes to hold Yan Yin in his arms, teach him political affairs, and even show him Some excerpts, ask his opinion.Every time Yan Yin answered correctly, even if he was asked to sit on the dragon chair, she smiled shyly after a little humility and leaned over, that kind of admiring attitude made Yan Qicheng the most useful.In Yan Qisheng's heart, he always regarded Yan Yin like this as his childhood self, and himself as Huang Kao. This kind of scene appeared countless times in Yan Qisheng's childhood dreams, but it never came true...

Yan Qicheng took another look at Yan Yin who was standing beside her with her hands down and her head down, wearing the clothes of the little yellow gate, and her attitude was no different from those of the little yellow gate.Since when did it start to be divided like this?Is it because punishing him to go to the laundry made him resentful?Or did he scold him a lot these days, making him dissatisfied?Or... He just grew up and his mind is not so pure?Yan Qicheng suddenly felt sad, as if something important in his heart collapsed bit by bit, lost forever, never to be found again.Forget it... After all, he is not his own son, and the family happiness he has snatched cannot last long.

Yan Qicheng thought of his sons again, the three eldest were fighting each other every day, either fighting for power or profit, or coveting this position, the fourth and fifth children below were stubborn by nature, and the mother was from a humble background, there was nothing Compared with Yin'er, she is as smart as rubble and pearls.

Thinking of this, Yan Qicheng let out a long sigh, and kneaded his temples vigorously with his fingers.

Yan Yin moved her fingers, then stopped again, never raising her head.

Yan Qicheng felt even more congested and flustered. He had a headache since he was a child, and he suffered from frequent pains. Usually, every time he rubbed his temples, Yan Yin would come over to massage him, but this time he remained motionless.

Yan Qicheng was immediately disheartened, and said lightly, "I don't want to see you, and you don't want to serve me in the future."

"Yes..." Yan Yin's voice was low and trembling.

Yan Qicheng sneered slightly, as expected he had no nostalgia at all, if it was before, he would have asked "why" with tears in his eyes, right?Or shake your head desperately and say "no"?Now the promise is so happy.No wonder, as a child who was pampered and spoiled since childhood, it is not easy to do such a lowly labor for more than half a year. I am afraid that I am already annoyed in my heart, but I just dare not say it.Forget it, let him go!

Yan Qicheng waved his hand dejectedly, as if to blow away flies hovering around his ears.Just at this time, Yan Yin raised her head with tears in her eyes, and what caught her eyes was Yan Qicheng's frowning look of boredom.Yan Yin's eyes dimmed, then she lowered her head again, bowed her body, and retreated slowly towards the door.

According to the rules, no matter whether it is a courtier or a servant, when the face-to-face saint exits, he must retreat in this way, and cannot turn his back to the emperor.But when did Yin'er abide by this rule before? !The past scene appeared in Yan Qihao's eyes. Yan Yin turned his back to him, looking for books in front of the big cabinet, pointing with his fingers, happily reading the title of the book, looking back with a smile, and asking, "Father! Is it this?" Such a beautiful and warm scene will never be seen again.

Thinking of this, Yan Qicheng was inexplicably angry, and repeated, "Never come here again, I never want to see you again."

"Yes..." The voice was lower and trembling.

When Yan Yin was about to retreat to the door, Xiaobu suddenly rushed over, wiped off the tea spilled on the table with her sleeve, and poured another cup, then quickly retreated to the door, knelt down, and knocked heavily three times He turned around and went away.

All this was too late to react, Yan Qicheng was a little dazed, and after a moment of hesitation, he was the only one left in the room.Yan Qicheng stared blankly at the empty walls, tossing and turning in his mind, only the words "lonely family and widowed", suddenly he raised his voice, "Come on! Give me two more pots of charcoal fire, I'm cold..."

An Shuyu, who had been waiting outside the hall, clearly saw that the little figure was still wiping tears with his sleeves just now, and when he looked up and saw himself, he changed into a calm expression, and even moved the corners of his mouth to force out a smile, "Eunuch An, why are you here?"

Knowing that An Shuyu would not answer, Yan Yin still pretended to be covering up, asked that sentence, and then replied, "Are you worried about me? I'm fine... and the emperor said, I don't need to serve you in the future It's over, you don't have to worry anymore." There was a bit of deliberate cheerfulness in her tone.

An Shuyu took out the handkerchief and wiped Yan Yin's wet sleeves.

Yan Yin hurriedly explained, "Father didn't do this, I accidentally knocked over the teacup."

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