Dunhuafang where Yan's house is located is located in the southeast corner of Chang'an, ending at the outer wall of Chang'an in the east, and facing Qujiang Pond, Furong Garden, and Ci'en Temple in the south. The flowing water of Qujiang River is winding, with lush green puppets on the banks, and the willows are hued together, and the blue waves are red and red, which reflects the cuteness. It is the most elegant place for literati to gather. On the Spring and Autumn Day, the powerful, wise, literati and scholars gathered around Qujiang, and the beautiful sentences were spread far and near.

During the Yonghui period of Zhenguan, Yan Shigu, the secretary of the former clan of the Southern Dynasty, built a house here, and Ouyang Xun, who was also good at calligraphy, also lived here. There was also a writer named Lang Chen Yuebin who lived here for a long time. All three were scholars from Jiangzuo, and the people of the capital often called this Wurenfang.

The Yan Liulang that Du Shiyi was looking for was undoubtedly famous in this yard and had a very popular reputation. Since entering the west gate of Dunhua Fang, whether it was Wuhou in the Fangzhong or other passers-by, when he inquired, everyone showed the way with great affection. At the end, under a big locust tree on the cross street, Du Shiyi, who was dismounting and asking about it, asked about the way to a 10-year-old boy sitting reading a book. When the other party heard that he was visiting Yan Liulang, he stood up and looked at Du Shiyi curiously for a while, and then he said politely: "This husband is really a coincidence today. My sixth brother got up early to make friends and has not come back yet."

Although the people who guided the way along the way were enthusiastic, they did not say that Yan Yaoqing was not at home. At this moment, Du Shiyi was surprised and regretful when he heard this. However, the boy said with a smile and said, "But, it's just that, it's a guest from afar. If the husband doesn't mind, it's almost noon. What about going to the house for a simple meal? Although the sixth brother is not here, the rest of the brothers are all there."

This was the first time Wang Jin came to Dunhuafang. On the way, he asked Du Shiyi to turn to Qujiang and take a look. Seeing the scenery was so beautiful, he felt sorry for not finding a residence here for a while. Hearing this boy's words, he couldn't help but look out of the car, then jumped out of the car and asked curiously: "Young man said Yan Liulang is your sixth brother, and you are also a Yan family man. What is the ranking? By the way, you just said brothers, do you have many brothers in your family?"

"My surname is Yan and my name is Zhenqing. I am here at home. Two gentlemen can call me Yan Shiqi." The boy said and smiled, and then said in an orderly manner, "There are 16 brothers in my family, of which six are now living in the Yan family's ancestral home. In addition to the sixth brothers who went out to visit friends, there are five more at home."

"But it turns out that like my family, there are many brothers." Wang Jin counted it and said with a smile, "I have the most brothers in my Hedong ancestral home. If I were already fifteen, I would have more brothers than your brothers."

Seeing that Wang Jin was making a fuss with Yan Zhenqing in a serious way, Du Shiyi was making such a fuss and laughing when he remembered that he had copied Yan Tie, he suddenly felt angry and amused. Thinking that he should be not far from Yan's house at this moment, he simply went to the ox cart to invite Wang Wei down, and then came to Yan Zhenqing who was asking questions and answering Wang Jin and asked Wang Jin in a stern manner. He coughed gently and said, "Yan Shiqilang, it is really a bit abrupt for the three of us to visit without complaints today. I am Du Shiyi, the brothers of Wang Wei and Wang Jin of the Wang family in Taiyuan. Since you say that the other brothers of the Yan family are here, can you take us there?"

Yan Zhenqing hurriedly bowed and saw him. He was immediately leading the way forward. Du Shiyi ordered Niuche and his companion Chibi and others to follow him slowly. He turned over one or two houses along the way. He saw a white-walled courtyard in front of him, and there was only one guard in front of the door. There was a book on his knee, saying it was a book guarding the door, but it was better to say it was reading a book. When Yan Zhenqing brought them to the door, the young young man in the short shirt who was reading quickly raised his head, then stood up and greeted, "Mr. Seventeen, have you come back from reading the book so early today?"

"A guest came to visit my sixth brother, so I invited me home." Yan Zhenqing said as he reached out and invited Du Shiyi and the other two to walk in. The young man watched the person in, suddenly remembered something and said loudly: "Seventeen Langjun, today Yinzhai in Tonghuafang sent someone to pick him up. Mrs. Yin is planning to go back! The Lord of the Langjun just sent someone to ask, should you go back together, or stay for a few more days?"

"I'm going back with my eldest aunt, and my mother should miss me too!"

Listening to this conversation, Du Shiyi couldn't think about who Mrs. Yin was. He saw a few young men gathered in the opposite door and slowly came out from it. Seeing Yan Zhenqing hurriedly letting Dao salute, he called his eldest aunt. The old woman wrapped her ears in a silk handkerchief, he couldn't help but feel moved, and he hurriedly bowed to Wang Wei and Wang Jin.

The old woman smiled and asked Yan Zhenqing, then asked in surprise: "Du Shiyi, Jingzhao? But Du Shijiulang, the head of Jingzhao Mansion, is Du Shijiulang?"

Without waiting for Du Shiyi to nod or deny, she looked at Wang Wei and Wang Jin thoughtfully and said, "But Wang Shisanlang, who is known that his brothers climbed high places from afar, and one less person was planted in dogwood? This year, the Jingzhao Mansion trial was originally a battle between dragons and tigers, but unfortunately Wang Shisanlang missed it at once, and Liulang and his brothers sighed for a long time."

"I didn't want to have a slight reputation, but I actually got into Mrs. Yin. Brother Wang was in a disaster in the current department, so now that I have recovered from the illness, I invited him and Shiwulang to visit friends to relax." Du Shiyi bowed calmly and then smiled, "I didn't expect that I had never visited Yan Liulang, but I met Mrs. Yin. I remember that when my wife went to the palace to splatter blood and complained about her uncle, I was deeply impressed when I was a child."

Mrs. Yin suddenly raised her eyebrows in surprise. She was Yan Zhending, the eldest aunt of Yan Zhenqing. Emperor Gaozong was deposed in the empress Wang, and Queen Wang's uncle Liu Shi was also implicated and killed. Because her grandfather Yan Qinli's successor Liu was the sister of Liu Shi, Yan Qinli was demoted for a while. After that, Empress Wu was in power. She was selected into the palace as a female historian for her talent and learning. Unexpectedly, cruel officials were rampant and also convicted of crimes. She wanted to kill Yan Qinli, the son of Yin, and her uncle Yan Jingzhong was killed. In critical moments, she brought her two sisters to the palace to express her love and show her ambitions, and finally she finally saved her uncle from death. However, her cousins, the five sons from Liu and Yan Qinli, were eventually not allowed to enter the officialdom for life. It was not until after Empress Wu died that this ban was eradicated. Yan Zhending was often called Mrs. Yin because of her marriage to Yin.

That major case back then was unforgettable to the parties, but for ordinary people, it was a passing cloud and no longer remembered. Wang Jin knew almost nothing, and Wang Weibo heard the strong memory of Du Shiyi's reminder, he exclaimed: "I remember that the three sisters of Mrs. Yin, Mrs. Pei, went to the palace to complain together, which was a beautiful story for a while, but I didn't expect that the real person could be seen today!"

The old story of tinnitus and injustice can be said to be a deep pain for the Yan family, but it can also be said to be the best portrayal of the family's voice. When outsiders heard this, they knew this old story. The Yan brothers, who grew up listening to these things, couldn't help but feel a sense of identity with these three visitors. Especially Yan Chunqing, who returned to Beijing to wait for the relocation, smiled heartily: "In the past few days, people have heard that Du Shijilang has a strong memory. The first chapter of the Jinshi exam was actually better than those who took the Mingjing exam. I wanted to meet him, but who knew that it was someone who came to the door!"

Yan Gaoqing also smiled and said, "Wang Shisanlang's poetry talent is also famous in the capital. What's the good fortune of the family today? They were two people visiting each other! It's a pity that my father and Liulang have gone out to have sex, otherwise they will be overjoyed! My eldest aunt, since she is a visitor, why don't you stay for a while?"

Although Mrs. Yin is in her late years, she likes to talk about papers with younger generations the most, and now she agrees readily. When everyone is chatting and laughing, Yan Zhenqing, the youngest boy, was naturally ignored. When others don’t pay attention to him, Du Shiyi will never forget this Kaisheng. She glances at him from time to time and sees him calm and comfortable, and she can’t help but have some conspiracy in her heart. When she arrives at the back garden, a maid set up a huge high-foot long-footed food table, with a long and wide bed on both sides. The two narrow heads of the food table are equipped with a square seating on one end, but Mrs. Yin sits on it.

Wang Wei has seen such a banquet in Chang'an for many years, and Du Shiyi and Wang Jin also feel so comfortable. Even so, Mrs. Yin still explained with a smile: "The third brother is idle and talks with guests about papers and entertainment, and they are all in this way, just unrestrained. If it weren't for the fact that it was almost noon, it would be even more comfortable to go to the edge of Qujiang Pool. Speaking of which, Du Langjun and the two Wang Langjun planned to take the Jinshi exam at such an age, which is really awesome for young people!"

Before Du Shiyi could speak, Yan Chunqing nodded and said, "Among all the subjects, the Jinshi subject is the most difficult. The talent of the postscript is no problem to be able to test and understand the classics. However, the two ways of writing and writing are enough to make people retreat. I claim to be outstanding in the field of knowledge and strong memory, but poetry and essays are not the director's strength, and strategy and essays are also slightly inferior. They are not literary talent, but the idea."

Seeing that Yan Gaoqing and several other Yan brothers also agreed, they all said that the difficulty of being a Jinshi was almost better than the system. They also listed three Jinshis, including Yan Xizhuang, Yan Kangcheng, and his father Yan Yuansun, who had already obtained the Ming Jing, shook his head and sighed that he could not get the Jinshi. Seeing that the youngest Yan Zhenqing was silent, he couldn't help but ask thoughtfully: "Yan Shiqilang was just under the tree, and I don't know what book was he reading?"

"It was my eldest aunt who asked me to copy the "Sandu Fu" and "Hate Fu" and "Farewell Fu" and "Silent Fu" and there was something else to recite." Yan Zhenqing saw several brothers and Mrs. Yin looking at him, and Wang Jin smiled and gave him a thumbs up. He couldn't help but say with a hint, "The Yan family has not passed the Jinshi class in recent years. I want to try it out. I must pass the Jinshi class in the future!"

Du Shiyi vaguely remembered that there seemed to be six Jinshi in the three generations of Yan's family. This was amazing in the Ming and Qing dynasties in the later Ming and Qing dynasties, not to mention the Tang Dynasty, which was thirty-year-old Ming Sutra and fifty-year-old Jinshi. Seeing Yan Zhenqing's words, the four seats were silent, and he smiled and said, "If you have ambitions, you will not be old, and Yan Shiqilang has good ambitions!"

After Wang Wei came back to his senses, he said in great respect: "I was determined to be in the imperial examination since I was thirteen years old. When Yan Shiqilang set great ambitions for a young man, he will be extraordinary in the future."

Wang Jin was not more serious than the two of them. After touching his nose, he said unnaturally: "I can't compare to Brother and Du Shijiulang. I can't memorize the classics and history. I just thought that it would be better to try the erudite Hongci. I really feel inferior!"

The three guests encouraged or joked, and the Yan brothers couldn't help laughing. Even Mrs. Yin smiled and waved to her little nephew, who was at a loss, came to her, and gently pressed her thin shoulders, and even called out Yan Zhenqing's nickname: "I am ambition, it's good to have ambition, but you can't just say it. Just like Du Langjun copied a thousand books, this is what we have today. Wang Langjun wrote poems as natural as eating and drinking water, so that he could pick them up. Since you were a child, I taught you together with your uncle and grandma. Your grandma said that now you are growing older, I hope you will have another famous teacher."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Yin looked at Du Shiyi and said, "Mr. Du Langjun happened to be visiting today. I want to ask for a request. Duke Lu of Songshan is famous. I wonder if I can let Xian Zi worship him?"

Du Shiyi was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Mr. Lu has no distinction. How can a young and ambitious hero like Yan Shiqilang be turned away? I plan to go back to the mountain recently. If Yan Shiqilang is interested, he might as well go back to Songshan with me."
Chapter completed!