The Reborn Lady is Farming

  Yan Du knelt in front of Mrs. Yan's bed, kowtowed "bang bang", and cried, "Father, you are making the Yan family bear the infamy of the world."

   Taifu Yan's chest rose and fell sharply, then calmed down, and finally returned to dead silence. He turned his head to look at Yan Du, and said stubbornly: "Go and fetch the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

   Yan Du bit his lip and knelt down. Mrs. Yan pointed at him angrily and shouted, "Don't you even listen to me?"

"Father, Da Zhou died, if you want the entire Yan family to be buried, even if your son has a grudge in his heart, he will definitely not dare to refute it. The first person to drink the dove is the son, but this seal can't be passed, you just cut off the son. , my son can't let you write this book, my son dare not go down to see the ancestors, dare not go to see Emperor Sejong!" Yan Du screamed, his head banged on the ground, blood slid down his face from his forehead .

Mrs. Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, pointed at his son and was speechless. After a while, he clutched his chest and panted, "You think, you think that I am willing to bear such an infamy, and you think that I just want to push the Yan family away. Down to the abyss? Emperor Jingyan, your father pushed it up..."

"But this Jiangshan's surname is Guo, not Yan," Yan Du roared, "If he had listened to his father earlier, why would Da Zhou be here? He wants to listen to you now, and you are responsible for what he did twenty years ago. ?"

   Yan Taifu's eyes were obscure, Yan Du looked back at his father's eyes without fear, knelt firmly on the ground without flinching.

   Taifu Yan sighed and said, "If the peace talks are successful, the Great Zhou can continue..."

   Yan Du sneered, "It's just lingering."

"As long as the green hills are there, there is a possibility of a comeback," Mrs. Yan's voice was barely audible, "The emperor is also old, and several princes are already old, you must keep your eyes open and don't take your father's way. old road……"

Yan Du's tears flowed down at once, "Father, half of the country and then half of the country, how much of Da Zhou can be left? If Da Zhou can't be kept, the Yan family will really have to bear the stigma of this traitorous life, and the son dare not gamble. Besides, among the princes, who do you think can turn the tide? It's not as good, it's not as good as..." It's better to let this day be reversed, maybe you can keep the Han family's country, and it won't fall to Hu. in human hands.

   Yan Du swallowed the last sentence, but the meaning was revealed.

   Mrs. Yan opened his eyes and stared at the tent without speaking. That night, neither father and son could convince anyone.

Madam Yan was in a hurry outside, and when she saw her son Yan Fu sitting motionless on the steps, she was annoyed: "What's the matter with you? Just give me a word, don't tell me to be in a hurry, your father and your grandfather. Stiff inside, why are you sitting still?"

   Yan Fu lowered his eyes and laughed at himself, Madam Yan slapped him angrily when she saw it, "What happened to the three of your grandparents?"

  Yan Fu laughed, tears welling up in his eyes. He looked at his mother with determination, and said, "Mother, in a few days, the Yan family will no longer be a model for the gift of literature."

   "What nonsense are you talking about?" Madam Yan was taken aback and shouted, "Our Yan family is very strict in managing the family, and we never do anything against the law. If you dare to talk nonsense again, your mother will ask your father to ask the family law to teach you a lesson."

   "Whatever," Yan Fu got up and walked out, saying, "You also persuade your father to stop kneeling. Kneeling will be in vain. No one can persuade my grandfather to make up his mind."

  Yan Fu stumbled out, laughing as he walked: "My Yan family is the master of poetry and books..."

Bad news came back to Lin'an City one after another. Except for the north, General Yuan and Qi Xiuyuan defended the line of defense, winning and losing. Bad news came from other places. The city was being lost every day, and the faces of the officials became more and more serious. , no more smiles, even the official family fell silent, waiting for news from the front line with trembling hearts.

   Qi Haoran has already led his troops out of the city to Longxing House.

  Yan Du took a leave of absence to attend to illness at home, but Yan Fu didn’t ask for leave at all, he just skipped work, which surprised his Shangfeng and his colleagues.

Because Yan Fu belongs to the Five Good Youths and works very hard, he rarely asks for leave, let alone absenteeism like this, but thinking of the imperial physicians that the emperor has been sending to the Yan family these days, everyone thinks they understand, maybe it is Mrs. Yan is really bad.

   It’s really a rainy day. Losing a veteran of the three dynasties at this critical time is also a big blow to Da Zhou.

   At this time, the Yan family.

   Taifu Yan was lying on the bed with a weak breath. He seriously looked at the eldest son and eldest grandson kneeling at the bottom, and said after a while, "This is my last wish."

   Yan Du slumped on the ground and asked with red eyes, "Don't father think about the Yan family?"

   "Loyalty and filial piety have been difficult since ancient times, so you should treat me as an unfilial person, and go get the pen and ink."

   Yan Fu raised his head with a "hoo", "Grandfather, you are only loyal to Emperor Jingyan, not to Da Zhou, let alone to this country."

   "Shut up," Yan Taifu flushed and said angrily, "Bring me the ink."

   Yan Du gave him a deep kowtow. In the end, filial piety overwhelmed the family responsibility in his heart. He got up and brought over the pen, ink and paper, and set up a low table on the bed.

  Yan Fu knelt from start to finish, looking at his grandfather and father with red eyes.

   Mrs. Yan's hand trembled slightly, but he still picked up the pen and dropped it on the paper. He wanted to write two folds and a letter.

One letter advocated peace talks with Xixia and Jin Kingdom, stating the pros and cons of it, and one letter wrote down the bottom line of the peace talks. Although he agreed to the peace talks, he did not want to hand over the following conditions to Emperor Jingyan to formulate. He was afraid, he was afraid that Da Zhou would be in After that, I was really devastated.

   The most embarrassing thing for Mrs. Yan was the letter to General Yuan.

He knew and understood General Yuan's aspirations better, because he was half of his student, and it was his dream to recover lost land. He dreamed of taking back his homeland. He always thought that one day General Yuan would realize this dream for him. Therefore, he was very protective of him in the DPRK and China, and even tried his best to support him.

   But now, he had to persuade General Yuan to agree to the peace talks. Mrs. Yan felt that the previous two papers were even more difficult.

   As well as understanding General Yuan's aspirations, Taifu Yan also understands General Yuan's stubbornness. In some respects, he is as stubborn as a bull, and he will never look back even if he is beaten to the point of tearing his skin.

   Mrs. Yan has been thinking about these things for the past three days. He started writing quickly, but he finished it in an hour.

   He made the last stroke and fell on the bed as if all his strength had been drained. Yan Du was shocked, "Father!"

   Yan Du jumped onto the bed in a panic to support his father, Yan Fu also rolled up and hugged Mrs. Yan's arm, even if he was angry again, this man was also their father/grandfather.

Taifu Yan was short of breath, and clung to Yan Du's hand tightly and said, "Father is sorry for you, but you have to do it. You, you hand it over to me. If you don't want to be an official, then you can resign. Go back, the official, it's better to be a villager..."

   Mrs. Yan held Yan Du's hand slightly loose, his eyes slowly closed, his chest no longer heaving...

"Father!"

   "Grandfather!" Yan Fu hugged his grandfather's body and shouted out, "Where's the imperial doctor, call the imperial doctor!"

  Yan Du hugged his father and cried like a child, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the imperial doctor who came in touched Taifu Yan's pulse and all shook their heads regretfully.