He looked at the strange-shaped shape in the little girl's hand... Uh, I can't call it dumplings anymore. Qian Yuan used his hands slightly, flipped and pinched, and the dumplings were formed.

The dumpling skins used in Jiangsu and Zhejiang are all square, which are the big wontons that Qian Yuan ate in his previous life.

Seeing that the servants had gone out, Qian Yuan went to the innermost part of the backyard and saw his father and his elder brother whose clothes were wet and his hands were red with cold.

"Everyone in the world says that my younger brother has a vicious vision, and he is very handsome and is as driven as his arms." Qian Hong sneered and said, "Okay, this hand has been used on his own family!"

As soon as he entered the door, Qian Yuan was a little confused. He blinked and looked at his father with no expression. His sister-in-law was holding back the laughter, but his mother, Tan, coughed twice and explained, "Hong'er went to pick and wash the shepherd's purse."

"It's not that guy Mao Haifeng..."

"But that guy pulled me and refused to let me go!" Qian Hong stared at his younger brother with trembling hands, "It's not yet February, do you know how cold the Yongjiang River is?!"

Qian Yuan laughed dryly, "Brother, the first bowl of yours, yours!"

"The first two bowls belong to my father and mother!"

"That third bowl..."

"For my brother and elder, the third bowl should be mine!"

Qian Yuan rolled his eyes and said, "Brother, why bother?"

Before Qian Hong was asked with a confused look on his face, Qian Yuan sighed, "Are you just those two Japanese women? It's not impossible for me to give you it, but my sister-in-law..."

Qian Hong was shocked and saw his father glanced out of the corner of his eyes. He jumped up from the chair and turned to look at his wife Huang, "It's nothing... you guys..."

Qian Yuan has gone to cook dumplings, but Qian Hong is still explaining that he is stupid and stupid... Most men in this era will not do this, but the Qian family is like this.

The difference is that Qian Yuan has three views that have been maintained in modern society in the past and modern times, while Qian Rui and Qian Hong and his son have been desperate for their chastity for many years and have strong apologies for their chastity wife.

A few bowls of dumplings are served. Unlike northern dumplings, the dumplings in the south are made into soup. Green scallions, snow-white scallions, a little red chili oil, and golden oil residues make a bowl of good soup.

The eldest sister-in-law, the eldest brother and the younger sister are in the outside room, and Qian Yuan is already used to it, both inside and outside are just in case.

While eating dumplings, Qian Rui looked at his son who had not seen for more than half a month. His expression was calm, but he could see his deep tiredness. There was a look of wind and frost between his eyebrows. It seemed that he had worked very hard during this period.

Tan was still complaining, "I've been much darker and I've lost weight, so I have to make up for it... In the first lunar month, the county government offices don't open seals, so why are you going out to do it?"

"I can't tell when... Your Majesty intended to transfer his child back to Beijing at the end of last year." Qian Yuan swallowed a dumpling and sniffed his nose and smiled bitterly: "If you don't go to all parts of the southeast, and if your troops don't show your face, how can you feel relieved?"

"It should be." Qian Rui stopped his wife from complaining, "Once he returns to Beijing, the political struggle between the court and the southeast will be your life gate again, and in the future..."

Qian Yuan took two sips of the soup and said slowly: "As long as the three places of Ningshao and Tai are not in chaos, the children will have enough confidence in Beijing."

Qian Rui kept silent and slowly ate the dumplings. He thought about it one by one. Only Ning Shaotai and the other three places would be safe in the short term.

"Mr. Jingchuan has been the prefect of Ningbo for two years. If he is promoted due to political achievements?"

"That depends on the situation in Beijing." Qian Yuan said calmly: "My uncle was promoted to governor of Zhejiang, and the Tianguan of the Ministry of Personnel submitted to Suiyuan. Song Yi hoped that he could be restored to Taizhou magistrate. The party was undefeated. Huating could not be promoted to the throne and the southeast was in chaos."

Qian Rui sighed softly, his youngest son is really troublesome. The Ministry of Personnel has to ask for his opinion first. He is a relative of his hometown Xu Jie but has a broken face, but he has no connection with the recognized Yan Party.

Qian Rui thought of himself again. When his youngest son entered Beijing, Wang Zhi would become a giant under the southeast water with his strength. How to make Wang Zhian peacefully walk the path arranged by his youngest son is really a difficult problem.

Qian Yuan didn't want to mention these things anymore, so he changed the topic and said with a smile: "Mother, I heard that the prominent families in Fujian will come to celebrate their mother's birthday?"

When Tan heard this, he felt energetic, "It seems that the Lin family really has no engagement!"

After a pause, Tan looked at her husband, "Your father is also very satisfied. He is well-educated and well-educated. He is a juren under twenty years old. He is a good old man. He is a good match in Yemen."

"Zhenyao is well-read, has a scholarly family, and is a young talented man." Qian Rui stroked his beard and smiled: "I just don't know his father... I heard that the canal has frozen this year. Calculate the time, Zhenyao should have just entered Beijing, but I'm afraid his father doesn't know it."

"Lin Tingji, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites..." Qian Yuan narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, "This person has met and rarely heard of him. His official voice is pretty good. He was once neighboring Yan Song, but he did not make friends with him. He told others that everyone has his own ability and cannot. It is not my ability to go to the times to do things."

It's quite consistent with his uncle's temper. He has a close relationship with Yan Song and Yan Shifan, but I'm afraid Lin Tingji may not nod the marriage.

Qian Rui also thought of this and scolded: "I have had a close relationship with the treacherous ministers. Don't ruin the reputation of Qian's family!"

Qian Yuan swallowed the last dumpling and laughed: "Yan Fenyi's traitor, but Hu Jixi calmed down the Japanese turmoil in the southeast, and Xu Huating's righteousness, but Zhejiang Province was about to inflict chaos!"

"I was in front of Your Majesty, even though I died, I still had no regrets..."

"The child is willing to go south despite the ridicule and risk his chances. He will get more points and be destroyed by Huating."

"Qian Zhancai has been in this life, and he does not seek to be a high-ranking minister, nor does he seek to be rich in the world, but he only seeks to be respectful."

Qian Yuan calmly looked at his father who was quite puzzled in his eyes, "Father, you will see it."

Qian Rui was about to ask, but suddenly Qian Hong walked in with a bowl of soup outside, "Someone is here, it seems to be Liang Sheng, the second brother..."

Qian Yuan frowned and strode out, and was about to run into Liang Sheng who was leading the way to the maid.

"Young Master, I'm in the capital."

After taking the envelope and checking the hot paint, Qian Yuan did not open it immediately. He pointed at Liang Sheng and said, "Go and tell Wang Zhi, Young Master, I don't like Mao Haifeng, so I ask him to go to Nanyang to transport another boat of potatoes!"

When Qian Yuan returned, Qian Hong, who had already received his sister's notification, finally had a smile on his face. Mao Haifeng's guy... deserved it!

Qian Rui bent his fingers and knocked them. Tan, Huang and his younger sister all retreated to the outside room, leaving only three in the room.

After opening the letter and scanning his eyes, Qian Yuan's face looked a little unfair and handed the letter to his father.

This was the first time Qian Rui saw a secret letter in Beijing. His first reaction was... He was really good at writing. Of course, Xu Wei's calligraphy is outstanding even in the Hanlin Academy.

After a while, Qian Rui blurted out, "Yan Shifan refused to leave Beijing... He was so unfilial. Couldn't the censor of Kedao write a letter to impeach him?"

Qian Yuan sneered and said, "Without Your Majesty's permission, Yan Shifan dares to refuse to leave the capital, and with His Majesty's permission, how dare the censor of Kedao writes a letter to impeach?"

After a pause, he added: "Even if he has this courage, Xu Huating would not be so wise."

Qian Hong sat aside and scratched his head. He didn't understand these things and was not interested in them.

Qian Rui looked at his youngest son in confusion, "Whether Yan Shifan leaves Beijing or not is related to your entry into Beijing?"

After hesitating for a moment, Qian Yuan shook his head, "Yan Shifan left Beijing, Yan Song will be defeated quickly, it has nothing to do with the child... but it has something to do with Xu Huating."

Whether it is the memory of historical books in his previous life or what he saw in this life, Qian Yuan knew that after Yan Song's defeat, Xu Jie's operation was calm, purged the Yan Dang, recalled Zhao Zhenji and other Xu Dang, led Gao Gong, Yuan Wei, and Li Chunfang into the pavilion, forced Yan Shifan to be killed, and exiled his son... step by step, with a strange victory to the right match.

The focus of Qian Yuan's plan is that in such a chaotic situation, he suddenly took action to disrupt Xu Jie's plan.

But now, Yan Shifan refuses to leave Beijing, Xu Jie's plan needs to be modified, and Qian Yuan's plan also needs to be modified.
Chapter completed!