"Soldiers will come to block him, and water will come and the soil will flood him. When the time comes, he will use his tactics to attack him, but he is not necessarily afraid of him."
Yang Ji had a lot of thoughts in his mind. After making up his mind, he immediately returned to the official office and settled down to deal with the official documents.
As time went by, one day passed, and Yang Xuanlan was really just like an ordinary visit, going in and out of the official office to meet with Pingchuan City officials.
If he didn't know, Yang Ji would even think that he didn't know about his existence at all.
On the evening of the next day, Yang Ji was working in the official office, when suddenly a civil servant broke in.
"Young Master Yang Ji?"
The lean soap official said respectfully.
"I am. What's the matter?"
Yang Ji put down his pen, raised his head and said.
"Your Majesty the Captain, please come with me."
Zaoli bowed and made a gesture of invitation as he spoke.
"oh?"
Yang Ji was surprised and secretly wondered why Captain Ding was looking for him at this time. This kind of thing rarely happened in the past.
But despite his doubts, Yang Ji straightened his clothes and stood up: "I'm sorry."
Exit the gate and go straight east.
After walking for a while, Yang Ji's brows jumped, and he suddenly felt something was wrong and stopped immediately.
"Where are you taking me?"
Yang Ji suddenly said sharply.
"The Captain's Mansion!"
Zaoli said subconsciously.
"Which captain?"
Yang Ji said in a deep voice and continued to ask.
"Of course it's Captain Zhou! Who do you think it is, young master?"
Zaoli looked at Yang Ji in surprise:
"My lord, the captain, heard that the newly arrived Wuju man accidentally mentioned that he comes from the same place as you and is from the same clan. Therefore, he took it upon himself to invite you to a gathering of the same clan. What, did your lord, the captain, make a mistake?"
Yang Ji's face instantly darkened.
"Yang Xuanlan!"
An idea flashed through Yang Ji's mind like lightning.
It is common sense that there are multiple levels of captains in the imperial court. But Yang Ji had only dealt with Captain Ding, so when he heard the summons, he subconsciously thought it was Captain Ding.
Although Zaoli downplayed it and only said that Yang Xuanlan mentioned it accidentally, Yang Ji was almost certain that he definitely said it on purpose.
"Those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come! Yang Xuanlan invited me over in the name of the captain. Now I have to go, and I have to go even if I don't go."
Yang Ji instinctively sensed the smell of conspiracy. Thoughts were running through his mind and he quickly settled down.
clatter!
Yang Ji turned around and walked directly to several imperial soldiers nearby. He quickly wrote a few lines and handed them over.
"Give it to Lu Ling for me and ask her to come to the Captain's Mansion."
"Well. This matter is all our responsibility."
Several soldiers patted their chests and immediately agreed readily.
During the bloodbath in the Wu Palace, Yang Ji saved many sergeants. Later, in full view of everyone, he almost shot the leader of the Six Villages of the Black Wind Pirates to death with an arrow. Now among the military, Yang Ji is very popular. Everyone he knows
Quite a few.
Several people left in a hurry, and Yang Ji followed the official to the "Captain's Mansion".
A blue hall stands majestically, with two lanterns hanging at the door. Through the lights, you can see the words "Duwei's Mansion". Although it is also the Duwei's Mansion, it is much smaller in scale and size than that of Ding Duwei.
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The palaces in the imperial court are all based on official rank. The higher the official rank, the bigger the palace and the larger the scale. The status of Zhou Duwei is obviously not as high as that of Ding Duwei.
Yang Ji looked up at the plaque on the green steps, and then stepped into the main hall.
"Buzz!"
The door opened, the candle shadow flickered red, and a faint fragrance came. In the corner of the hall, Yang Ji saw a familiar figure. Yang Xuanlan was dressed in a red robe, with his back turned to his wrist, and he was trimming something skillfully.
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No one else could be seen in the hall, Captain Zhou and the other guards seemed to have retreated long ago.
"come in!"
A faint voice, not angry but powerful, came from the corner of the empty hall. Yang Xuanlan didn't look back, as if he already knew that the person who came in was Yang Ji.
Yang Ji stood at the door, with a bright light flashing in his eyes, and then stepped in without hesitation.
The blue hall was empty, and the candlelight around it reflected a majestic and upright figure. Black shadows criss-crossed the ground, scattered into seven or eight hundred faint shadows.
Yang Ji had smelled the aroma before, but now he could clearly see the source of the aroma.
"It's the flowers and plants outside the city!"
Yang Ji's eyes flickered.
In the corner of the main hall, on the hollow bronze table, there are glass vases with narrow necks, with bunches of flowers and plants inserted in them.
When Yang Ji was outside the city, he saw the most common flowers and plants growing in the wild during this season. The fragrance he smelled before was caused by these flowers and plants.
Yang Xuanlan held his fingers like scissors, and when he closed his fingers together, like the sharpest sword, he gently cut off the excess branches and leaves of these flowers and plants.
He trimmed it very carefully and seriously. It was as if he was not doing some trivial and irrelevant things, but practicing an important martial arts.
Yang Xuanlan didn't speak, and Yang Jibian didn't answer either. He just stood quietly behind him, watching.
After eight years, Yang Ji knew too little about the eldest son of the Yang family. Yang Xuanjian did not speak, so Yang Ji took this opportunity to look at him carefully.
"Flower arranging", Yang Ji heard Lu Ling mention it occasionally, was a newly popular aristocratic activity in the hinterland of the Han Dynasty. It was very popular among girls. It consisted of tying different flower bouquets together to form a new bonsai.
Arranging flowers is easy, but it is not easy to arrange flowers that are pleasing to the eye and to create a state of mind.
In Pingchuan City, these aristocratic activities that have been passed down have just emerged and are not widely spread. The reason is the lack of masters.
Yang Ji also didn't expect that Yang Xuanlan would learn such noble activities after being abroad for eight years.
These flowers and plants that looked ordinary outside the city, after his pruning, suddenly had a magical power that turned decay into something magical, making them appear extraordinarily lively, exuberant, and full of vitality, like a burning flame.
Fire is like flowers, flowers are like fire!
If he judged from the scene in front of him, Yang Ji would even think that the eldest son of the Yang family in front of him was just an outstanding artist. However, Yang Ji knew in his heart that anyone who thought this way would be totally wrong.
Contained in this body is earth-shattering terrifying energy.
"Buzz!"
In Yang Ji's eyes, Yang Xuanlan just touched the flowers lightly, and these bouquets immediately bloomed one after another, and the flowers were in full bloom, filling the palace with fragrance.
Yang Ji's eyelids twitched. This was not something ordinary flower arrangement art could do.
"Sit down-"
A voice breaks the silence:
"If I wanted to kill you, the tip of the sword would have penetrated your neck by now."
Yang Xuanlan put the last bunch of wild chrysanthemums into a narrow-necked glass vase and placed it on the tall four-legged bronze table without turning his head.
"It turns out that you have actually recognized me a long time ago!"
Yang Ji's brows twitched and he said calmly.
"Oh, you can recognize me, so why do you think I can't recognize you?"
Yang Xuanlan said lightly:
"No matter how one person changes, the pair of eyes cannot change."
call!
As soon as the wind blew, Yang Xuanlan finally turned around. His eyes were bright, sharp, and as penetrating as candlelight. He just glanced at Yang Ji, and it was as if he had penetrated all the secrets.
Yang Ji's pupils shrank, and a burst of bright sparks broke out between the two!
Eight years later, the two faced each other head-on for the first time. This was also the first collision between the Yang family's descendants after more than ten years!