Dream Hua Embers Records

Seven years later.

Yanjing, Yiwang Mansion.

"Do I just live here?" Yan Yin asked after scanning the empty courtyard.

"That's right..." Uncle Qing, an old family member, was a little embarrassed, "The prince ordered that Lord Sanlang should be quiet."

This is a small martial arts training ground in the backyard of the Wang Mansion. It is a very large yard with archery targets, weapon racks, stone locks, etc. There are also a few houses. It was originally used for rest between martial arts training. It is relatively simple and deserted.

Yan Yin smiled, "Okay, that's not bad."

Qingbo saw that in the twilight, the handsome young man in white was circling around, dancing in a circle, and the dots of gold on the clothes were like streams of light, and he looked quite happy.This child, why are you so happy, could it be that he was beaten stupid by the prince?Qing Bo was puzzled in his heart, and it appeared on his face.

Seeing Uncle Qing's surprised face, Yan Yin also felt lost, and quickly covered up, "I've been away from home for too long, and I forgot how to talk to my father, and I made a mistake the moment I opened my mouth, which made my father angry. I really should be alone. quiet."

Uncle Qing looked at the red palm print on Yan Yin's right cheek with pity, and sighed, "Mr. Sanlang is also too stubborn, why bother to fight with the prince, there is no harm for a boy to go to the army to practice and experience, why don't you refuse to die?" Woolen cloth?"

"Does Uncle Qing also think that I don't want to go to the army because I want to be comfortable?" Yan Yin sighed softly, "War is the most evil and miserable thing in the world, and I will never set foot in it in my life!"

"Hey! Then there's no need to stand up to the prince like this... Wouldn't it be better to follow the prince first, and then slowly break up later?"

Yan Yin shook her head, "Uncle Qing, I don't want to perfunctory my father and give him a hope, but in the end I can't let him fulfill his wish, wouldn't it make him even more angry?"

Uncle Qing also sighed, not knowing how to persuade the father and son, "It's getting late, let's go to the house and rest."

Yan Yin nodded, looked around the yard again, pointed to the stables in the distance and asked, "Is that the father's mount? I remember it was a black horse."

"The black horse is old, and it is raised in the stable in the backyard with the heavy-duty horses in the mansion. It will enjoy the rest of its life. This jade flower horse is his son."

Yan Yin pointed to a white horse nearby and asked, "Is that white one for me?"

"That's right, the prince had someone prepare it seven years ago, and it was also a good horse from Dawan. It was still a pony at that time, and now it's getting old..."

Yan Yin's heart skipped a beat, "What's his name?"

"Snow seat."

"Yanshan snowflakes are as big as a mat? What a strange name."

"My lord hopes that the horse will carry San Lang on the horse smoothly, as if sitting on a mat." Seeing that Yan Yin didn't answer, Qing Bo asked tentatively, "If San Lang likes it, why don't you try the horse? Are you serious?" You can't ride at all, can you?"

"No need." After Yan Yin finished speaking, she turned around and walked into the house.

Qing Bo hurriedly followed, holding a lamp, leading the way. "

"Everyone used to call me Xiaolangjun before, but now I'm called Sanlangjun, I'm really not used to it." Yan Yin laughed.

Qing Bo responded, "My lord has two young lords again, and Mr. San Lang is already an older brother, so naturally he can no longer use his previous address."

"Well... In the past, in Zhongdu, the emperor asked everyone to call me Little Sanlang, and Sanlang is Brother Sanhuang. Now every time I hear this name, I think Brother Sanhuang is by my side..." Yan Yin narrowed her eyes , smiling slightly, seemed to recall the past.

"Where does the new princess live now?" Yan Yin pondered for a moment, then asked again.

"Butterfly Garden."

"What about my mother's crane garden?"

"The prince has sealed it, and no one is allowed to enter. The furnishings and utensils inside have not been moved at all."

Yan Yin nodded and asked again, "How old are Xiao Si and Xiao Wu? What's their name?"

"Mr. Silang's name is Yan Qin. He is six and a half years old. Mr. Xiaolang's name is Yan Tong. He is exactly one year younger than Mr. Sirang."

"Hehe." Yan Yin laughed dryly, "Isn't that the moment my front foot entered the palace, my father's back foot married the new princess?"

Hearing the sarcasm in Yan Yin's tone, Qing Bo was a little embarrassed, "Mrs. Xi is not a princess, but a side concubine."

"She is the direct daughter of King Jingjun of Pei Man's family among the seven great descendants. She can't be the concubine when she fills in the house. I really feel wronged."

"My lord said that no one can overshadow the princess in the future."

"It's overwhelmed or not, my mother is just a side concubine." After Yan Yin finished speaking, she was still angry, and added bitterly, "I said back then that I would never marry again..."

Hearing Yan Yin's arrangement for the prince, Qing Bo didn't dare to answer, he just opened the door for Yan Yin.

Yan Yin didn't enter the house, and asked again, "Where is the second brother? How is the second brother? Is the father treating him well?"

Uncle Qing sighed softly, "That's not the case. The prince has always been lukewarm towards Mr. Erlang, and he spends a lot on food and clothing. It's just that he is so indifferent, and he only treats him as a dispensable person..."

Yan Yin shook her head, also sighed, and stepped into the house.

This room has never been occupied by people, and it is less popular. When the door is opened, it is cold and cold.

Yan Yin shivered, and looked at the furnishings in the room by the light.

The style of the furniture is a bit old and rough, and the carpet curtains are also half-old, as if covered with a layer of dust.This house is only slightly better than the residence of the servants, but it is really similar to the military camp.

Seeing that Yan Yin was frowning, Qing Bo hurriedly explained, "My lord said that he wants Mr. Sanlang to experience the living expenses in the army, and to kill the arrogance and extravagance."

Yan Yin chuckled, "Royal Father doesn't understand me too well. I didn't want to join the army because I was greedy for wealth and comfort."

Qing Bo mixed hot water in the copper basin and asked Yan Yin to wash.

"Is there no Babaisan?" Yan Yin asked.

Qing Bo shook his head helplessly.

"No bath beans?"

Qing Bo shook his head again, "Mr. Sanlang, the lord has said that all the expenses are compared with those in the army, and there are none of these."

Yan Yin also smiled helplessly, "Father is really getting older and more like a child, do you think this will make me subdued?"

Uncle Qing soaked a cloth towel in boiling water, twisted it half dry, pointed to the wound on Yan Yin's face, and said, "There is no medicine for now, just use hot water to compress it, and this old slave will ask the prince to ask for it tomorrow."

Yan Yin smiled and shook her head, "You need to use cold water to reduce the swelling faster."

Qing Bo made the bed, Yan Yin stood in front of the window, staring blankly at the gate of the courtyard, "Should I go to pay my respects to my father? It should be a matter of morning and evening, right?"

Uncle Qing rubbed his hands again in a bit of embarrassment, and murmured, "My lord ordered that Lord San Lang not be allowed to leave this courtyard."

"Haha!" Yan Yin laughed out loud, "My father must have said, 'When will that little bastard agree to join the army and when will he be released? If he refuses to agree for the rest of his life, he will stay inside forever! Come out and I'll break his legs!' Right?"

Uncle Qing was very embarrassed, "This...the words of the prince are not so heartless."

Yan Yin smiled, "Did my father restrict my expenses?"

"Yes... the lord said that you can't spend a penny for Mr. Sanlang, and the items you need can only be brought in with the lord's nod."

"But... I want to buy some medicine, can't I?" Yan Yin frowned.

"This... this old slave will report to the prince tomorrow to see if he can agree."

"En." Yan Yin nodded, "It's getting late, Uncle Qing, you should rest earlier."

"Okay, the old slave lives next door. If you have something to do at night, just call the old slave."

"Is there... no chamber pot here?" Yan Yin asked again.

Uncle Qing shook his head, "No... If Mr. Sanlang needs it, I will ask the lord tomorrow."

"No need, where is the Gong bucket?"

Uncle Qing showed a look of embarrassment again, "There were no people here originally, so there is no special room for the congregation. There is a latrine over the stable, but it is a little farther away. If Mr. Sanlang wants to go, the old slave will take care of you." bright?

"No need, I won't go now, just leave the lamp here." A wry smile froze on Yan Yin's face.

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