Yan Song looked at his son who was leaving, but he sighed heavily, and a sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.

If he can still see through Guo Pu, then Lin Haoran is undoubtedly an exception. This man is capable and scheming, and the key is that he is still so young, but he is the person he is most reluctant to provoke.

At present, their Yan family is powerful, so they can naturally control Lin Haoran. But if in the future, when he enters the coffin, it will inevitably suffer Lin Haoran's revenge at that time, and even liquidate his name.

Although he was faithful to the Holy One, many things were done according to the Holy Will. It's just that since ancient times, which dynasty and generation will put the blame on the monarch's father, and it is the courtiers below who will bear the blame.

Whether it is for the sake of his own reputation or for the sake of his future children and grandchildren, he should not provoke this Lin operator.

"Go and ask Lin Haoran to invite me!" Yan Song pondered for a moment, and suddenly commanded leisurely.

Yan Mu was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the night in the courtyard outside, but replied with a wry smile: "Lin Fucheng lives in the north of the city, and I don't know if I am afraid that it will take more than an hour to come and go, so why don't I wait until the next day off!" ”

Yan Song sighed lightly and nodded helplessly.

For the average official, the end of the month is two days off, but for him, he has always given himself only one day off. The reason why he was able to receive the grace of the Holy Heavens was not only his ability, but also this faithfulness to wait day and night.

Whether it is Xu Jie, Yuan Wei, or Guo Pu, they can be reused by the saints, not because of how outstanding their abilities are, but mainly because they show their loyalty through Qingzi.

In this Jiajing Dynasty, what the Holy Lord wants is not capable ministers and virtuous ministers, but some capable and loyal ministers. No matter who wants to be in the position, ability alone is far from enough, and they have to make a fuss about the word "loyalty".

As he grew older, Yan Song knew that his ability was declining, and he bit the word "loyalty" even more. Even on the day of rest, he insisted on being by the side of the saint.

In March, the city of Beijing ushered in a bright and sunny spring.

The morning sun shines on the rooftops and brick streets of this ancient city, a flock of black swallows soars in the air, and many wealthy families take horse-drawn carriages to the suburbs.

"Let's go!"

The tiger girl in a pale red cardigan skirt sat on the carriage decently, gently raised the whip in her hand, hit the buttocks of the red horse in front of her, and drove the carriage towards Fuchengmen in the west of the city.

Taking advantage of this rest day, she also had a different mind, organized this trip, and decided to take her brother, who stayed at home all day, to enjoy the spring outside the city.

Of course, the most important thing is that she is a little tired of this ancient city full of ink, and prefers the mountain scenery full of local smell.

Behind the tiger girl was a tall carriage, on which sat a young girl of sixteen or seventeen years old.

The girl coiled up her black hair, obliquely inserted a beaded hairpin, a delicate melon seed face, her eyes were black, her skin was better than snow, she was wearing a light blue long skirt, and the skirt was embroidered with red plums, and the whole person exuded a youthful atmosphere.

Even though she was the only one in the carriage, she still sat upright in the car, her eyes kept level, she seemed to be calm and relaxed, and she had a little more dusty temperament in the elegant place, and she had a perfect image of everyone's ladies.

It's just that her cheeks are flushed, and her little white hands are tightly grasping a handkerchief embroidered with "A little deep love, deep mountains and sunset and deep autumn rain", and the whole person looks a little nervous.

At the invitation of the tiger girl, Wu Qiuyu followed the tiger girl to the west of the city today, but her mother did not follow. The thought of her future husband sitting in the carriage in front of her made her feel nervous.

From the moment she made the engagement, she knew that she would spend her life with this man. And over the years, she has also been ready to become this man's wife, planning all kinds of life after marriage.

It's just that when this kind of life came, she felt uneasy and didn't dare to have too many expectations. Especially after so many years, I don't know how that man thinks of her, whether he likes her now.

And today, it was a relatively "alone" meeting between her and him, which made her both look forward to it and panic, and even thought of finding an excuse not to participate in this trip.

In Wu Qiuyu's thoughts, the convoy slowly headed towards Fucheng Gate, and soon left the West City Gate. In the eyes of everyone, it is an open field.

Since it is already March, many farmers are working in the fields with their oxen, and the square farmland is like a large and small mirror, showing a beautiful scenery of spring ploughing.

Lin Haoran, who was dressed as a scholar, sat on the carriage, his face looked unwavering, and he pulled up the curtain to look at the people working in the fields. At the moment, he is the Shuntian Mansion Prince, and he has jurisdiction over this land, and he is also very concerned about the situation outside the city.

Linghai March Spring,

There is no cloud in the sky.

old cattle in the fields,

Ignore passers-by.

……

Lin Haoran looked at the spring ploughing scene outside the car window, but such a poem came to his mind. Just looking at the farmer's clothes and looking at the Zhuangzi that appeared from time to time, his eyes flashed with a touch of sorrow.

The west of this city belongs to the boundary of Wanping County, which can be described as a fertile field under the rule of Pingchou, and is a good place suitable for farming. However, these land resources were occupied by the officials, and the proportion of land owned by the people was very small.

Taking Huangzhuang and Tianyuan as an example, more than half of the county's good fields were occupied, and the common people in the county were reduced to Huangzhuang or noble tenant farmers, who farmed for the royal family or the Zhu family for generations.

In addition, some nobles also hid in Zhuangtian. In May of the 39th year of Jiajing, the current Shengshang sent the imperial historian Shenyang and Hubu Langzhong Zhang Dahua to clean up the Zhuang Tian in Jinei, and the number of hidden Zhuang fields cleared was more than 2,529 hectares.

The greed for land among the ruling elites, and their efforts to avoid taxes, have become a major problem for the Ming Dynasty. Just imagine, the land of the capital is still like this, and the place is undoubtedly even more serious.

"Brother, it's here!"

The place chosen by Tiger Niu was next to a lake, but she didn't have as many ideas as Lin Haoran. After she restrained the horse, she turned her head to warn her, and jumped out of the carriage, already intoxicated by the scenery of the suburbs.

The ground here is full of green grass, in some places there are unknown flowers, willows by the river have grown new branches, and a few water birds are playing in the lake.

Lin Haoran got off the carriage and saw this beautiful scenery, and found that it was really interesting to walk outside the city. Suddenly, I felt something, turned my head to look at the carriage not far away, but saw a beautiful woman getting out of the carriage, and I was crazy for a while.