Chapter 287: No one knows better than Chen Yan how to deal with a father and brother!

Duke of Liang's mansion.

The sound of horse hooves stopped abruptly in front of the mansion gate. Houmochen Yi didn't wait for the attendants to help, leaped off the horse's back, his boots slamming heavily onto the bronze lion base in front of the gate, shaking off the thin frost condensed on the lion's ears.

"Delin, Delin, Delin!"

He pulled his cloak and rushed into the main hall, the hem of his robe sweeping across the chrysanthemum bushes in front of the steps, bringing down a few dew-stained petals, and ordered the attendants in the mansion: "Go call Delin over."

The morning sun shone on his sweat-dampened temples, frost-white hair sticking to his forehead. His usually calm eyes were now burning with sparks. Every step he took on the blue bricks in the mansion carried unquestionable urgency.

"Aren't you going to the office?"

"Why did you come back in such a hurry?"

A moment later, Zheng Delin hurried over from the study, looked at his own Duke, and asked in confusion.

"Hurry, draft two official letters for me, to be submitted to the Heavenly Office immediately and sent to the Grand Chancellor!"

Houmochen Yi put his hands on his waist, gasped for air, and ordered urgently.

"So urgent?"

Zheng Delin heard this, saw the anomaly, and asked: "Master, what happened?"

"It won't work if it's not urgent!"

Houmochen Yi pulled Zheng Delin toward the study, walking and saying: "Chen Tongyuan slaughtering over one thousand two hundred people in Taiping Village, encroaching on civilian land, and smuggling and treason must be making a huge noise....."

"We must seize this opportunity!"

After speaking, he briefly described the incident on Zhuque Avenue.

His eyes were shining with brilliance.

Houmochen Yi keenly smelled that this was a heaven-sent opportunity to stand in line!

Therefore, at the first moment of getting the news, he abandoned the official business of the Winter Office and rushed back at full speed, without stopping for a moment.

After arriving at the study, Zheng Delin walked straight to the desk, leaned over to place the inkstone steadily on the corner of the desk, grabbed an ink stick and ground it quickly on the inkstone. In the "rustling" sound of the ink stick rubbing against the inkstone, he asked: "Master, you tell me the general content you want to write, and I will draft it!"

Obviously, after learning the ins and outs, Zheng Delin also keenly captured the key and urgency in it.....

Houmochen Yi quickly organized his language and opened his mouth to say the response wording he had thought about on the way back: "One letter is to reprimand Chen Tongyuan, criticizing his monstrous crimes!"

"The other is a recommendation, let A Xiao enter the Mingjing Si, let A Xu be a personal guard for Chief Chen, and be at Chief Chen's disposal!"

Anyway, he, Houmochen Yi, had no friendship with Chen Tongyuan, so he fell into the well without any psychological burden......

Stepping on this precarious Wei Duke to offer loyalty to the Grand Chancellor!

Throwing two legitimate sons over to be firmly bound to that ruthless and affectionate kid!

"I understand!"

Zheng Delin's wrist shook, the wolf-hair brush was already saturated with thick ink, the tip of the brush suspended above the plain paper, and ink droplets bloomed a tiny bit on the paper.

Chen Tongyuan being hammered to death this time was a nail-in-the-coffin matter, and he would never be able to turn over again.....

And who would the Wei Duke's position fall to?

It's really hard to guess!

The wind direction had appeared, since he had chosen to stand in line, he would bet everything.....

"Chen Yan, you kid, you must not let me down!"

Houmochen Yi looked out the window, his gaze crossing the chrysanthemum bushes in the courtyard, landing on the direction of the distant city wall, his pupils reflecting the blue sky, thinking to himself.

This time, he bet on the future of the Houmochen clan.....

Bet on Chen Yan's future, which must be rising to the clouds!

Heavenly Office.

The paulownia leaves under the corridor were curled by the sun. When the wind passed, the falling leaves swirled and brushed against the vermilion pillars, making a fine sound.

In the main hall, the "Xie Li Yin Yang" plaque hanging on the beam was illuminated by the sun. The pine smoke incense was burning in the bronze tripod furnace on the desk, the smoke rising straight, swirling slightly in the crosswind.

Yuwen Hu was wearing a four-clawed python robe, sitting on a soft-cushioned couch, his fingertips casually fiddling with the counting rods on the desk, and said: "Grand Imperial Rectifier, do you think this time, our Wei Duke still has the possibility of retreating unscathed?"

Those ivory counting rods collided in his palm, making a crisp light sound, the sunlight shining on the jade ornaments at his temples, reflecting a warm light.

"Extremely slim!"

When Shang Ting bowed and arched his hands, the gold fish bag at his waist hit the edge of the desk lightly: "Chief Chen's move was flawless, and he used the situation to hold the soft ribs of the two great Pillars of State, making them unable to advance or retreat!"

"Who else can save the Wei Duke?"

For Chen Tongyuan's situation, Shang Ting only had a four-character evaluation:

Even gods can't save him.

"Great Chancellor, Chief Chen has arrived; he is right outside the door!"

Just at this moment, the personal guard came to report.

"Quickly let A Yan in!"

Yuwen Hu pursed his lips and laughed: "Coming truly fast....."

"Greetings, Grand Chancellor!"

"Greetings, Grand Imperial Rectifier!"

Chen Yan entered quickly, stopped opposite Yuwen Hu and Shang Ting, and saluted respectfully.

"No need for formalities!"

Yuwen Hu waved his hand, his fingertips pointing to the brocade stool beside him, the autumn chrysanthemum-patterned soft cushion on the stool reflecting a soft light in the sun: "The autumn sun is just right, sit down and talk."

"Many thanks, Grand Chancellor!"

Chen Yan heard this, bowed slightly, the hem of his robe sweeping across the ginkgo leaves on the ground, bringing up a few pieces of fine gold foil.

"A Yan, you did very well!"

Yuwen Hu rubbed the counting rods, suddenly laughed lightly, the smile rippling over the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, appearing more gentle than the autumn sun outside the window.

This child was still as reassuring as ever.

Shang Ting rolled a sigh through his throat, carrying a bit of sincere envy: "If the younger generation in my family had two or three tenths of Chief Chen's methods, why worry about the family not flourishing!"

"It's all the Grand Chancellor's cultivation!"

Chen Yan heard this, cupped his hands toward Yuwen Hu, and said respectfully: "If not for the Grand Chancellor's protection, I would have already died in the Heavenly Prison Death Prison, becoming a pile of white bones in the mass grave....."

This was flattery and also sincere gratitude.

Without Grand Chancellor Dad, there would be no today for Chen Yan......

"You child....." Yuwen Hu's mouth corners rose slightly, raised his finger to point at Chen Yan, his eyes full of doting.

Immediately, the conversation turned, and he continued: "But there is one arrangement that is not good, Li Zhuan's qualifications and prestige are not enough, and he is not enough to deal with a Duke!"

"Grand Chancellor, what do you mean.....?" Chen Yan tasted the overtones, glanced at Shang Ting sitting on the side, and asked tentatively.

"The Grand Imperial Rectifier is highly respected, it is most appropriate for him to preside over the trial and ruling!" Yuwen Hu tapped the table with his knuckles and said in a low voice.

Chen Yan felt that fist-fist care, but stood up, cupped his hands and said: "I hope the Grand Chancellor will allow me to deal with Chen Tongyuan myself!"

The sunlight fell on Yuwen Hu's slightly furrowed brows, flickering, his tone deepened, quite sternly and urgently: "How can the matter of killing one's father be done by you?"

"Do you still want your reputation?"

A series of questions hit the air, carrying a bit of anxiety that even he himself hadn't noticed.

There was no anger at all, only empathy and concern.

Shang Ting, who was clear as a bystander, seemed to realize something, also stood up and advised: "Grand Chancellor, don't be impatient, Chief Chen has always been thorough in his work, how could he not know the pros and cons?"

Yuwen Hu heard this, calmed down, examined Chen Yan, and asked: "A Yan, could it be that you already have a perfect plan?"

"Exactly!"

Chen Yan nodded, firmly saying.

After a pause, he continued: "Grand Chancellor, rest assured, not a drop of Chen Tongyuan's blood will splash on me....."

"Good, it seems you are already confident, then go ahead and do it!"

The anxiety in Yuwen Hu's gaze had scattered completely, leaving only the certainty as stable as a rock, and he said in a low voice: "Still let the Grand Imperial Rectifier hang his name, you preside over it!"

"Many thanks, Grand Chancellor!"

"Go, do it boldly, I believe in you!"

The sun was fierce, and through the light spots of the window lattice, it seemed one could see the trust hidden in his eyes.

Chen Yan didn't stay long, bowed to Grand Chancellor Dad and the Grand Imperial Rectifier, saluted respectfully, and turned to leave quickly.

Isn't it just a father and a brother?

No one knows better than Chen Yan how to deal with a father and brother! ===== CHAPTER 288 =====