Spring plowing, summer weeding, autumn harvesting, winter hiding, farming families are busy all year round, and the Yan family does not have to do farm work, and their lives in the village are quiet and leisurely. In the afternoon, Yan Hu woke up from a nap, but refused to get up, arching around in the soft silver-blue satin quilt embroidered with auspicious longevity patterns.

Taoyuan stood beside the bed with her clothes, "Miss Twelve, come out and put on clothes quickly, you will be cold like this."

Yan Huo was unmoved and continued to arch under the quilt, making a crisp laugh. She enjoyed this game. After being a child for a long time, she became more and more childish. Mrs. Yan stepped forward and lifted the quilt. Seeing her granddaughter's face was pink and her hair was messy like a chicken coop, she smiled and said, "So good, come out soon, come out for a walk with her grandmother."

Yan Huo rolled out of the quilt and reached out and said, "I can wear it myself."

"Give her clothes and let her wear them by herself." Mrs. Yan said with a smile.

Yan Huo put on the clothes in one go, but she wouldn't be able to comb her messy hair. "Sister Taoyuan, please help me comb a simple bun."

"Okay, Miss Twelve." Taoyuan first helped her to comb her hair smoothly, and she combed three braids on each left and right, tied the two braids in the middle, and pinned them with a small gilded hair. The two braids on the top passed through the gap between the two braids and also tied them up. Four buns of hair tied up a small bun, put on a small phoenix tail bead hairpin, the braid was hanging down on her shoulders, and the braid was tied with a pink hairband.

"Sister Taoyuan's hands are so clever, Xiaoxiao is so beautiful." Yan Huo looked in the mirror and said happily.

"The Twelve Miss is born with beauty, and I am just the icing on the cake." Taoyuan smiled.

Yan Huo held his face and said, "It's so beautiful."

Mrs. Yan was so amused by her granddaughter's shamelessness, "So good, with you here, my grandmother has no worries."

Yan Huo laughed, put on a big red feathered veil and white fox cloak, put on a Guanyin bag, put on a lambskin boot, and followed Mrs. Yan out. Several maids and two guards followed behind, and behind was a slowly moving carriage. This was to prevent the grandparents and grandchildren from walking away and not having the strength to walk back.

Although it was mid-winter, there were still people busy in the fields. Yan Huo saw an old farmer walking slowly with an old cow and couldn't help but hum, "Walking on the country road, the old cow returning home in the evening is my companion. The blue sky is with the setting sun in my chest, and the colorful clouds are the clothes of the sunset... Walking on the country road, the shepherd's singing is rippling..."

Mrs. Yan listened for a while and said with a smile: "This little song is perfect."

Yan Huo laughed and continued to move forward; Mrs. Yan saw an old woman in the field and couldn't help but stop. The old woman also saw Mrs. Yan, rubbed her hands, said something to the middle-aged man, and climbed up the ridge of the field and came to salute, "But the old lady of the boss?"

Mrs. Yan nodded with a smile and asked, "How old are you? Why are you still working in the fields?"

The old woman did not rush to answer the questions, but kowtowed, "Please pay tribute to the old lady of the boss."

"Oh, old man, don't be too polite." Mrs. Yan Xu helped.

The old woman quickly got up and said, "That's my eldest grandson over there. She usually studies in the county school. Today, his father said that while the weather is warm, he will plant some white squids. He helps turn over the soil, so I will help plant seeds."

"It's so hard." Mrs. Yan smiled with emotion.

"The farmers are not allowed to rely on the fields to make a living. Thank you for your kindness. The rent of the farm has been low. God also appreciates you. The weather has been good for the years, and there is no need to worry about food and clothing." The old woman is very satisfied with her current life. This hot spring farm has nearly a thousand acres of fertile land and 300 acres of forests, but there are less than one hundred farmers. Except for the fields planted by the farmers themselves, the others are rented to the villagers in the surrounding villages.

Mrs. Yan was about to say something, but she heard Yan Hu's scream. Mrs. Yan was shocked, "Xiaoxiao." Looking up, she saw her granddaughter standing not far away in front and sighing lightly. But she was worried, and Mrs. Yan nodded to the old woman, "You are busy."

After saying that, Mrs. Yan walked towards Yanhu and heard Yanhu shout, "Ma, get out of here. We are not trying to hurt your master, we are trying to save him."

Mrs. Yan walked a few steps, walked to Yanhu, and looked down. There was a man upside down by the stream, and a horse was neighing warningly, preventing Aping and An from approaching. It was dutifully guarding its master.

Aping and A'an discussed for a while, Aping went to control the horse, and A'an went to save the person. Yan Hu asked anxiously, "Are you still alive?"

Ahn replied, "This man is still angry."

"You two go down too, and carry the person carefully." Mrs. Yan asked the other two guards to go down to help.

The man came to rescue him, and Mrs. Yan looked at the falling jade pendant and thoughtfully. Yan Huo leaned over and looked at it. He didn't know him, but he looked okay, but his face was pale like a ghost.

"Please Mr. Zhao onto the carriage and send it back to the village immediately, and place it in the guest room as soon as you enter the yard, and ask Wu Zhuang to invite a doctor to treat the wounds." Mrs. Yan ordered.

The groom drove the carriage and left quickly. Yan Huo stepped forward to support Mrs. Yan and walked back slowly, "Grandmother, who is that person?"

"It should be Zhao Yanqing, the eldest son of Duke Cheng's Mansion." Mrs. Yan frowned.

"The eldest son of the Duke's Mansion!" Yan Huo is not a truly ignorant nine-year-old girl. When he heard Mrs. Yan tell her identity, he realized that things here were probably not simple.

Zhao Yanqing was the legitimate son of Duke Cheng, and the legitimate heir of Duke's mansion, but Duke Cheng refused to ask for a title for a long time. The story of Duke Cheng's wife treating his original legitimate son unfairly was rumored in the capital. Zhao Yanqing was alone and seriously injured, and it was very likely that he was chased and killed.

Mrs. Yan came back to Zhuangzi, sent Yan Hu away, and called Wu Zhuangtou and his wife, "How many guards did Lao Wu leave?"

"The Fifth Master left thirty guards in the hospital." Wu Zhuangtou replied.

"You go and ask them to patrol the yard with their knives, be vigilant and pay attention to whether there are any abnormal movements around them." Mrs. Yan was worried that the thirty-year-old guards could not protect the female family in the yard, and asked the wife of the Wu family to call all the men in the village house, and put more than a dozen tables on the open space outside the yard to gather them together for dinner.

Then, Mrs. Yan Er and Princess Nanping identified the jade pendant, "I look like the logo of Duke Cheng's Mansion, do you see, right?"

After Mrs. Yan Er and Princess Nanping defended it, "It is indeed the logo of Duke Cheng's Mansion."

"Don't publicize the matter of saving people, so as not to cause trouble." Mrs. Yan instructed.

The rescue of Zhao Yanqing can be hidden from the people outside, but the Yan family cannot. Yan Xiang was shocked when he learned that Mrs. Yan and Yan Hu had rescued Zhao Yanqing back. In her previous life, she heard that Zhao Yanqing was chased by his stepmother, Duke Cheng Guoma, Zhou, and fled to a small mountain village. Then all the people in that small mountain village were massacred overnight.

"The one who saved Zhao Yanqing in his previous life was a hunter. How did he become Yan Hu in this life?" Yan Xiang asked in a low voice.

The people from the small mountain village in the previous life died because of Zhao Yanqing, and those who pursued Zhao Yanqing in this life would definitely do the same thing. The more Yan Xiang thought about it, the more scared he became. He couldn't help but secretly scold Yan Hae for meddling in other people's business. Zhao Yanqing had no relationship with the Yan family. What did he do to save him? He caused trouble in vain. "You are still a little lucky star, but you are obviously a little disaster star."

Yan Xiang was very resentful to Yan Huo, but unfortunately Zhao Yanqing had been rescued into the yard and could not drive people out again. During dinner, Yan Xiang couldn't help but mock Yan Huo, "I really didn't see that the twelve sisters have a Bodhisattva heart."

Yan Hu didn't expect that he had already tore off his face on the mountain that day. Yan Xiang was still embarrassed to talk to her, but Yan Xiang was silly, but Yan Hu didn't want to pay attention to it, turned a blind eye, and put a piece of chicken into his mouth.

Yan Xiang was even more angry when he saw Yan Huo ignore her, "Why don't the twelve sister convert to Buddhism? She might become a true Bodhisattva in the future and let the general public compete to worship."

"Sister Six, don't talk about food or sleep. This is the truth that Xiao Shisi understands." Yan Huo smiled with curvy eyes. She did not argue with idiots and lowered her level.

Yan Jing swallowed the flesh in her mouth and raised her head, "Xiao Shisi didn't speak when he was eating, he was a sensible and good boy."

"Yes, Xiao Shisi is a sensible and good boy." Yan Huo deliberately repeated Yan Jing's words, intending to mock Yan Xiang for being inferior to a three or four-year-old girl.

Yan Xiang angrily squeezed into his mouth, and then accidentally bit his mouth and covered his left cheek, "Ouch."

"Sister Six, no one robs you, you don't have to be so anxious." Yan Qi said with a smile.

Yan Xiang glared at Yan Qi fiercely, and Yan Qi turned a blind eye and picked up food and had a meal.

After a while, the maid brought the tea to digestion. Mrs. Yan picked up the teacup, put it down again, coughed lightly, and said, "Everyone is in a hurry to go back to the room, sit in the hall for a while."

On the hill not far from Zhuangzi, more than a dozen people in black were standing there. The two leading men in black kept looking at the side of Zhuangzi. After a while, a thin man in black passed by and reported to the report: "Two lords, my subordinates sent people to visit. The Zhuangzi is the village of the Yan family. Mrs. Yan took her daughter-in-law and granddaughters to live here for a while. Today, she held a banquet. At least seventy or eighty people gathered outside the courtyard, and many other soldiers were patrolling with knives."

The man in black on the right said, "Brother, it seems that the boy should be hiding in the farm. What should I do now?"

The man in black on the left remained silent for a long time, "I'll withdraw today."

"Brother." The man in black on the right was unwilling to give up, "The opportunity is rare."

"That's the Yan family's village. The Yan family's female family is there, there are guards and villagers. We can't silence them all. This time, this is all that. Damn, that kid is lucky." The man in black on the left led the people behind him and left the mountain.

When the people sent by Wuzhuangtou found out about this situation, they immediately reported it. After hearing the news, Wuzhuangtou went into the house to report: "Old lady, the people on the hills near Zhuangzi have left."

The crisis was resolved. Mrs. Yan straightened her body, bent slightly, picked up the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and said, "Old family, give the prepared silver melon seeds to Wuzhuangtou, and told the guards that they had worked hard today. Let the kitchen prepare some hot soup and food to send them to them to warm them up. They were also invited to patrol in shifts to prevent those people from returning."

"Young people must have made arrangements, please rest assured, old lady." Wu Zhuangtou took the purse handed over by Mrs. Yan Er, bowed and left.

Mrs. Yan took another sip of tea. To be honest, she was really afraid that the group of people would rush in and kill people to silence them. Fortunately, the group of people were scared away, "It's getting late, so go back and rest. Xiaoxiao, just sleep with me."

Mrs. Yan took Yan Hu back to the main room of Erjin, and the others returned to the room. Nanping County mainly went to the Sanjin yard. Mrs. Yan Er suddenly said, "Fourth brother and sister, I have a few words to tell you, let's sit in my room."

Princess Nanping followed Mrs. Yan Er to her small living room. The sisters-in-law sat down. Mrs. Yan Er said, "In the peaceful and prosperous era, I don't know who is so brave and dares to chase and kill the prince of the Duke's Mansion?"

Princess Nanping was speechless. This second sister-in-law likes to go around the corner when speaking. Who else can anyone dare to chase Zhao Yanqing? You have to ask her. Princess Nanping got up and pretended to leave, "Second sister-in-law, it's late at night, I'm going back to rest."

Mrs. Yan grabbed Princess Nanping and smiled and said, "That's right, my sister-in-law wants to marry her little daughter to the second son of Duke Cheng's mansion."

"Your sister-in-law doesn't know what kind of reputation is in the Duke of Chengguo's Mansion. You should know it. Duke of Chengguo is a famous poisonous woman in the capital. Duke of Chengguo's Mansion is a fire pit. Not to mention a legitimate girl, even a illegitimate child, no one is willing to marry Duke of Chengguo's Mansion." Princess Nanping said bluntly.

Mrs. Yan Er said in disbelief: "I thought the rumors were exaggerated, but they all turned out to be true."

"Of course it's true. Besides, before Master Zhao got married, he told the second master to marry him. Is there any order to be a seniority?" Princess Nanping felt that Mrs. Cheng Guo was doing too much.

"I have to write a letter to my sister-in-law quickly, so I can't miss my little niece's life." Mrs. Yan Er said fearfully.

"Second sister-in-law, then you can write a letter slowly, I'll go back to the room first." Princess Nanping left with a smile.

After all, Zhao Yanqing is a young man, and he is also good at martial arts. In addition, Mrs. Yan used the best medicine he brought to him. The next morning, he woke up and looked at the unfamiliar environment, and was confused. The sun shone through the window paper. This should not be the underworld, so where would it be?

"Squeak" The door was pushed open, and Zhao Yanqing turned his head with difficulty and looked at it. It was a strange boy. The boy was holding a bowl in his hand, "Young Master, you are awake, it's great."

Zhao Yanqing asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Where is this?"

"Young Master, don't move around, your body is seriously injured. I am not a bad person. My name is Wu Xiaobei, and I am the youngest son of Zhuangtou. This is Yanjiazhuang. You are rescued by my old lady." Wu Xiaobei put the bowl on the short table beside the bed.

There were not many people surnamed Yan, and Zhao Yanqing immediately thought of Yan's mansion in the capital and asked: "What is the relationship between this Yanjiazhuang and the Taifu Yan in the capital?"

Wu Xiaobei replied: "Teacher Yan is my old master."

Knowing that it was Taifu Yan's family, Zhao Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief, "Where is the old lady now? I... hiss..." Zhao Yanqing pulled the wound, and the huge pain made him gasp.

Wu Xiaobei supported him, "Young Master, you drink the medicine first, lie down, I'll invite the old lady over."

Zhao Yanqing is not good at showing off any more.

Wu Xiaobei served him and took medicine, turned around and went out to invite Mrs. Yan.

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Chapter completed!