Chapter 249 Like New Year

An Yan rejected him directly and said, "That's not necessary."

"City Lord, if the two families become one, wouldn't everyone be happy?" the child asked her cautiously.

"Is this what you meant, or someone else?" An Yan asked.

The child didn't dare to say anything. He felt it would be bad to continue talking, so he said, "It's my own opinion."

"Go back and forget what you just said." An Yan told him calmly.

But the old man refused to give in. He asked, "Why, what is going on? Explain it clearly before you leave."

Li Rongsen glanced at the old man and said, "Do you think highly of Bei Mo, the eldest son of the North Courtyard?"

The old man felt a chill down his spine. He had never seen Li Rongsen's eyes look like this before. They were like a cold wind, like an ice knife, trying to scrape his bones and pull out his tendons. However, it was in line with his current status. He immediately said, "Hurry back."

When Li Rongsen turned around and looked at An Yan, his eyes became tender again and he said, "Let's go in and get some rest early. We didn't sleep well last night."

"That's right, I'm sleepy."

The child said nothing more, jumped back into the carriage and drove away.

Yan Qingqiu had his own yard, so he didn't accompany An Yan, but Li Rongsen insisted on going with her.

An Yan's yard has been redecorated, with old red lanterns hung at the gate and on the corridor.

The old man said, "This is newly decorated and looks pretty when hung." He did this just to please An Yan. Because he saw that she had collected these things before, he naturally thought that she liked them, so he asked people to hang them all up.

It's really unique.

An Yan didn't say anything, nor did she explain to him. She just said to Li Rongsen, "You should go and rest too. Let the old man take you there."

Li Rongsen nodded and followed the old man.

The old man did not take him out of the yard. He pointed to a room at the side and said, "Okay, you can sleep here. I think you are willing to do so."

Li Rongsen walked into the room. Everything inside was new, no worse than An Yan's room. It was obvious that the old man had put in a lot of thought and had someone specially prepare it. He said, "You can go out."

"Take a look at this. It was sent by someone from Flower Snake Mountain." The old man handed him a letter and two account books, saying, "Take a look at these too. See if there's any missing funds. Make up for it quickly."

"Is An Yan going to check the accounts recently?"

"The city lord never checks the accounts, but I have to do my job well, right? My ability is limited. It takes me a whole day to wash my hair, and it takes me until midnight to blow-dry my hair. I have limited energy. If you are willing to help me, of course I will be happy." The old man was lying. It was obvious that he was too lazy to do it. Now that a city slave came, he pushed all the things that could be pushed out to him. Anyway, he was not afraid of being asked in the future, because it was obviously his responsibility.

Li Rongsen was still unhappy about what happened outside the city gate. He said, "I thought you wanted Bei Mo to help you."

"I just want to clarify."

"If Beimo is interested in marrying the city lord and is willing to use the courtyard as a betrothal gift and send the Beiyuan to Xicheng, what do you think?" Li Rongsen asked him.

The old man was startled at first, almost drooling with greed, but he finally swallowed it. He said, "Who would be so stupid?"

Li Rongsen didn't say anything, he just stared at the old man.

The old man felt uneasy. Somehow, he had changed his opinion of Li Rongsen a lot recently. He found that this man was gentle and kind to An Yan, but not to others. The key point was that he did have some ability. He arranged the affairs of Xicheng in an orderly manner in just one month.

Thanks to Li Rongsen's arrangements, those lost treasures were quickly recovered.

After all the calculations, Li Rongsen was still better. Besides, he was already a city slave, and he was also handsome, more handsome than Bei Mo. Therefore, the old man said seriously: "There is only one city slave, who else can it be but you?"

Li Rongsen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, waved his hand, and then went to wash up first.

The old man slowly walked out of the house, and after he walked out, he straightened his back unconsciously, thinking that something was wrong. It turned out that Li Rongsen was afraid of his status, but how come the situation was reversed now? Where was his dignity in front of the city slaves?

But then he thought again, the city slave was just Anyan's slave, not to mention he was just called a slave, his actual identity was half a city lord, maybe he would be the next city lord in the future, so he let it go.

All three of them took a nap and didn't feel refreshed until the evening.

Yan Qingqiu was the first to run to the kitchen and found that it was bustling with activity, as if it was New Year's Eve. Several chefs were cooking together, and there was also a maid giving orders, ordering the preparation of this dish and the serving of that bowl and plate. It was very lively.

The aroma of the food blew into Yan Qingqiu's nose in waves, making him so greedy that he could hardly bear it.

Dinner was served in the west hall.

An Yan had already gone over. Seeing that there was only one person, she asked the people next to her, "Why, Yan Qingqiu and Li Rongsen haven't come yet?"

"Mr. Li is working in the study." A servant answered.

An Yan nodded slightly. When she saw Yan Qingqiu coming over, she said to the servant, "Go and invite the master to come for dinner. We will be busy soon."

Unexpectedly, Li Rongsen himself came and said, "Old man, why are you making such a fuss? It's like New Year's Day."

"The city lord is here to celebrate the New Year. She doesn't come here many times a year, so we have to treat her well." The old man walked in with a smile and ordered the servants to serve the dishes.

An Yan said: "You don't have to rush, I will come again in a few days."

"That's the best thing. I'm bored every day, and I'll have something to do once the city lord comes." The old man was very happy.

An Yan handed a bag to the old man and said to him, "Here, you keep this. I'll take two away. There are eight left."

The old man opened the bag and saw it. His eyebrows jumped up and he said, "Oh, this is Yongchun. The old man from the North Courtyard can't be so generous. Giving one is already a big deal, let alone giving ten."

"It was given by the eldest son of the North Courtyard." Yan Qingqiu said.

"This thing is very interesting. If you bury it underground, the flowers will bloom in spring and it will also bear fruits. You can collect it and grind it into powder to use as a medicine. It is a top-notch product." The old man was very happy.

Li Rongsen finally understood the meaning. He originally thought it was just to keep the peach blossoms blooming, but it turned out to be a medicinal inducement.

Yan Qingqiu said, "So it has such a use, I didn't even know it."

The old man snorted, looking down on Yan Qingqiu, and said, "With your limited knowledge, you still think you know everything. I told you to read more books. You've been messing around all day. There's no future for you in the detoxification business now."

"Hey, hey, hey, you old man, you are not allowed to insult my industry." Yan Qingqiu was a little unhappy.

An Yan chuckled and gestured for them to eat.

At this time, someone came from outside and reported, "The head of the North Court has sent an envoy to see the city lord."

"Who is the messenger?" An Yan asked as she started eating.

As soon as Yan Qingqiu saw her pick up her chopsticks, he started eating immediately and could not hear anything else she said.

Li Rongsen poured him a glass of water and whispered to him, "Eat slowly. No one will snatch it from you. Eat like a starving ghost."

"It's already very polite." Yan Qingqiu felt that his eating manners were very elegant.

The outsider said, "He brought a note with him, so he must be the chief steward of the North Courtyard Mansion."

"Let him go back." An Yan responded coldly.

"Yes." The man bowed and stepped back.

The old man was puzzled and asked, "City Lord, why don't you meet him? The chief steward is not an ordinary person, he is only below the head of the courtyard."

(End of this chapter)