There were seven people in the room, four men and three women. One of them was an old acquaintance, the tall girl, Wei Ling'er.
"Zitai!" Wei Ling'er stood up happily and waved.
Yang Xuan looked at the crowd, nodded, and said with a smile: "It's so lively."
These people were about the same age as him, but as soon as he came in, except for Wei Ling'er who was chirping, they were all silent.
That Wang Erlang was stunned for a moment, then raised his hands and said, "It's such an honor for your Majesty to be here in person."
Only then did everyone wake up and greet each other warmly.
"You're welcome."
Yang Xuan drank with these people and observed while listening to Wei Ling'er muttering about recent events.
"I heard that you were coming, so I coaxed my mother-in-law and said that Honghuaer was looking for me to go shopping, so I came out."
"Hong Hua'er has been watching the marriage recently and has been having trouble with the family. If she knew you were coming, she would definitely climb over the wall and come out."
"Hollywood loves to go to literary conferences more and more recently. Every time she goes there, she writes good poems, and her reputation is getting bigger and bigger."
"Time flies!" Yang Xuan couldn't help but sigh.
Back then, a group of powerful men who didn't know the heights of the world went to northern Xinjiang and were captured, causing a lot of trouble.
In a blink of an eye, they got married and looked at each other.
"Zitai, what do you think Dongqing is doing at the cultural gathering?" Wei Ling'er asked.
Can I say it's for fame so that I can find a suitable husband?
Yang Xuan smiled and told everyone some interesting stories about Northern Xinjiang.
"Yang Shijun, I heard my brother say that he is very excited about this battle. I wish I could go and serve in the Northern Xinjiang Army right away..."
A young man looked at Yang Xuan excitedly, waiting for him to agree, then went home to pack up and follow him to Northern Xinjiang.
Yang Xuan said: "It is one thing to be passionate, and it is another thing to fight. It sounds beautiful, but it is actually bloody. For example, at the beginning of this battle, the scouts will fight first, with a hundred people going out and thirty or forty people returning. Once they are killed, Being captured and committing suicide is the best escape, otherwise, life will be worse than death..."
The young man's complexion gradually changed.
"Aha! Come on, Commander Yang, let me toast you."
Yang Xuan raised his glass and stopped the topic.
Wei Ling'er whispered: "You are scaring him!"
Yang Xuan shook his head, "I collected a lot."
Wei Linger was startled, "Is it really so tragic?"
"Only more tragic."
Yang Xuan and a group of people talked about interesting things about Northern Xinjiang without mentioning poetry.
Later, when the guests and hosts were all happy, Yang Xuan left.
"Brother-in-law, do you want me to send you off?"
Zhou Xin walked him to the stairs of the restaurant with a smile.
"Play by yourself!"
Yang Xuan didn't know what other programs they would have in the future, but with his brother-in-law here, Zhou Xin would be restrained.
"What are you afraid of? We have our husband-in-law hanging out with us," Zhuque said.
Yang Xuan smiled and walked down the stairs.
"The envoy has returned?"
The shopkeeper came over diligently and said, "By the way, someone is waiting for you."
A man in his fifties stood on the side of the lobby, looking at Yang Xuan.
"Chang Ding has met Yang Shijun."
The man's eyes were bright and he looked quite majestic.
"Who are you……"
Behind him, Zhang Xu came up quietly and stood beside Yang Xuan, maintaining a posture of being able to take action at any time.
Ding Chang glanced at the shopkeeper, who laughed and left.
"I used to be in charge of the palace of Qianzhou Prince. Now that the palace of Qianzhou Palace is empty, I have come to Chang'an to serve the king."
"Have you met the king?"
"I haven't gone yet." Chief Ding was a little embarrassed.
The eldest nephew followed Sister Huang to blacksmith in the alley. With Sister Huang around, Chang Ding could not see him.
"I heard about your envoy's affection for your Majesty, so I came here to express my gratitude."
Ding Chang cupped his hands and solemnly thanked him.
"You're welcome."
Yang Xuan was a little envious of these families, why could they produce loyal servants?
On the way back, he asked this question.
"Mr. Lang, a good bird chooses the right tree to live in. Even if the rich and powerful are in ruins, their reputation is still there! No one knows when they will be able to stand up again."
"Is it just fame?"
"There is still some loyalty complex in it. However, loyalty is towards those in power."
This is harsh.
But it's the truth.
Entering Yongning Square, several soldiers were squatting beside them, not knowing what to do, and the old thieves were also there.
"Let's go, let's continue talking tomorrow."
The old thief stood up with a smile.
"I've seen the envoy."
The servants stood up and saluted.
Yang Xuan nodded, and the old thief came over and whispered: "The people from the mirror are here."
"How many people?"
"More than ten people are everywhere in the square, including three in Chen Quzhong."
Han Ji smiled and said, "They want to keep an eye on Lang Jun. Now that things have happened, are they still trying to find excuses for Lang Jun?"
Yang Xuan ignored this.
When we arrived at the entrance of Chenqu Alley, someone inside shouted: "Alang is coming out, stay away!"
Yang Xuan smiled and rode in as usual.
"Who is so bold? Get away!"
A servant rushed out. Just as he was about to raise his hand, when he saw it was Yang Xuan, he quickly laughed and said, "It's Yang Shijun!"
Chen Yongding, who was on horseback, had a cold expression on his face. Hearing the sound, he dismounted and held his hands in his hands, "I have seen Yang Shijun."
Yang Xuan looked at him condescendingly, "You're welcome."
"Don't dare!"
It wasn't until Yang Xuan entered the house that Chen Yongding mounted his horse and went out.
Several of the attendants were muttering, "Mr. Lang is in the household department, why are you afraid of him?"
"The gentleman is afraid of him only when he is in the household department."
"Why?"
"The household department is the place where the head of state belongs, and Lang Jun is also the head of state's family. We live in the same alley with him, and we can't see each other without looking up. If he has any evil intentions...
Do you know how many skilled warriors he has around him? There are rumors in Northern Xinjiang that Yang Xuan has a group of skilled warriors around him, who are invincible when charging into battle. If such fierce guys attack Lang Jun..."
"Tsk, tsk! When he first moved here, he was just a country boy. Step by step, he has reached where he is today."
"It's said that the deputy envoy Jiedu is stable. Deputy envoy Jiedu! He is an existence that can sit on an equal footing with the abbot in the court."
Yang Xuan had no intention of attacking a household doctor. He returned home and went to the kitchen first.
Get some mutton, mince it, add some seasonings, stir and marinate. Knead the dough, spread it out, and wrap the mutton in it.
Make a fire, set up an iron plate, and pour some oil on it.
The pancakes squeaked on the iron plate.
After a while, the aroma spread. Yang Xuan turned the dough over and continued to bake it.
It will be ready when both sides are golden brown.
Yang Xuan took a deep breath, "Beautiful!"
Gudong!
There was movement behind him, and Yang Xuan turned around. The old thief and Wang Laoer were squatting outside the door, pretending to be guards and drooling.
"Come all."
"Not good!"
"Then just watch."
Two sticks came in and each got a piece of cake, but they knew the rules and went back to squat outside the door to eat.
The mutton cake has a strong flavor. After Yang Xuan finished eating, he said with unfinished thoughts: "It would be delicious if I had another bowl of soup."
However, life is always imperfect, so be content with what you have.
While Yang Xuan was enjoying a midnight snack, Ding Chang was also walking in the alley.
The winter night seemed a little more deserted, and there were occasional coughs or children shouting from the houses on both sides.
It's so cold that even dogs don't want to go out.
The cold moonlight spread on the ground, illuminating the figures.
There were two long figures in front of him. Ding Chang stopped and looked up, "What's the matter?"
Two men stood in front, both wearing horizontal knives.
A man on the left asked: "What did you say to Yang Xuan? Also, your identity."
Ding Chang looked at the two of them and suddenly smiled, "You two followed me from outside the restaurant, but you only dared to attack in the alley, which shows that you are shady. Come and tell me who the master behind you two is!"
"
"Old dog!"
Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the alley.
Boom!
Boom!
The two men fell to the ground. Chief Ding picked up one in each hand and lifted him up. "I'm very busy, so I just wanted to ask you what you want to do to Yang Shijun!"
The two men gritted their teeth and said nothing.
"What I like most is a strong bone. You must hold on!"
Ding Chang tore the clothes of the two men, made a ball of cloth and blocked their mouths. He squatted down and moved his fingers over their bodies like playing a harp.
The two men's faces turned red and their bodies were twisted crazily. In the cold weather, their heads were covered with sweat, and their clothes were gradually soaked with sweat.
Ding Chang said with a smile: "Would you like to say it?"
The two men nodded.
Later, Chang Ding appeared in the backyard of Huang's blacksmith shop.
The steps were a little heavier, the bedroom door opened quietly, and King Wei came out.
"King!"
King Wei pointed to the front, and the two of them went to the blacksmith shop.
There was still some heat in the room, so Ding Chang saluted, "Old slave, I have seen the king, and the king has suffered."
"Why are you here?" King Wei asked.
Ding Chang smiled bitterly, "After the princess left, the people in the mansion were dispersed. The old slave felt that it was not an option to continue like this, so he came to Chang'an to ask the king for instructions, how about dismissing some people!"
"Without the master of the palace, those servants have lost their souls." King Wei held the handle of the sledgehammer and said, "Some people will be left to sweep, and the others will be sent away."
"Yes." Chang Ding said: "The old slave went to the palace earlier, and the servants in the palace were unchecked, which became more and more outrageous. The old slave wanted to go back and send those people away, so he came to Chang'an... How about it, Your Majesty?"
"You're not young anymore, so don't bother yourself."
"It's still early, old slave! We still have to see the king's children and grandchildren in the house before he can explain to the queen."
When Concubine Shu gave birth to Queen Wei, the palace sent Chief Ding to take care of her... The reason why Yi Niang was placed next to Yang Xuan's biological mother, Huang, was that she was worried that someone would do something poisonous.
Ding Chang watched King Wei grow up, and gradually became attracted to the child. When King Wei left the palace to build a palace, he followed him out and has been in charge of Qianzhou Palace.
King Wei said, "You are here so late at night, but you have something to do?"
Chief Ding nodded, "Earlier, I went to see Mr. Yang, and someone followed me on the way back. I took the two men for questioning and learned that..."
He held his breath and listened, and then said, "Those people regard Yang Shijun as the king's man..."
"So what?" King Wei said calmly.
"Your Majesty sent someone to scold the prince today."
King Wei remained silent.
The moonlight was deserted, and he looked even more deserted.
Ding Chang said: "Your Majesty's temperament, the king should know that there is no father-son relationship at all. Your Majesty keeps the prince, just to block the prying eyes of the emperor... the prince."
In the past few years, His Majesty has ignored the Crown Prince and suddenly made people scold him. Your Majesty, this is a signal."
King Wei said, "Aye, are you planning to depose the crown prince? Zitai is here to fight for the position of deputy envoy of Jiedu. Now it seems that the situation is very good.
If he becomes the deputy envoy of the Northern Xinjiang Festival, those people will feel that the king has a strong support... Are those two people from Yang Songcheng or Lao San? "
Ding Chang said: "The king is wise and belongs to the king of Yue."
"Li Laosan is the most insidious!" King Wei said coldly.
Ding Chang's eyes were burning, "Your Majesty, the opportunity has come!"
King Wei put his hands behind his hands and looked at the moonlight without saying a word.
…
Yang family.
Yang has a health-preserving regimen passed down from his ancestors, the first of which is to go to bed early and get up early.
While Zhou Xin and his friends were still having fun, Yang Songcheng was washing his feet.
"Alang!"
The old servant appeared, "There are 30% more guards in the East Palace."
Yang Songcheng raised his feet, and the maid squatting in front of him came forward, unbuttoned his clothes, exposed Ciguo's chest, put his feet in her arms, wiped them dry with a cloth, and kneaded them gently.
Yang Songcheng closed his eyes.
The old servant bowed slightly and remained motionless.
Only the maid was still kneading her.
"alright!"
Yang Songcheng's feet were warmed by the maid's arms. The maid stepped back and didn't put on her clothes until she went out.
Just as she was about to leave, she heard Yang Songcheng say quietly: "He's not afraid of nightmares?"
…
Without the noise of the children, Yang Xuan slept very comfortably in the morning.
Get up to practice and have breakfast.
"Langjun." Han Ji came in, "Someone from the palace asked Langjun to go to the East Palace."
Yang Xuan was stunned, "Go to the East Palace?"
Han Ji nodded, "I thought that the emperor was afraid of deposing the crown prince. As for letting Lang Jun go, I felt that Lang Jun was one of the supporters of King Wei, and asked the prince to ask himself to get out."
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "The prince most likely refuses to leave... It's better to die than to live. So, the emperor asked me to go as an assistant to King Wei. I have bad intentions!"
"Yes, Lang Jun, be careful." Han Ji said, "However, this is not a bad thing. After this incident, Lang Jun should return north."
Return north!
With the position of Deputy Envoy of Jiedu.
Yang Xuan's breathing tightened, and he felt impatient.
"Make him wait!"
Yang Xuan picked up the chopsticks again, picked up a piece of mutton, and chewed it carefully.
Han Ji smiled and said, "Yes."
He went out with a smile on his face.
In the front yard, a waiter is waiting.
"Mr. Jun is eating, please wait a moment."
"Easy to say!"
Yang Xuan waited for a quarter of an hour before changing his clothes.
"Long wait."
The waiter was very polite and said, "I don't dare!"
Yang Xuan immediately went out with him.
"The noble man is very kind." Yang Xuan said casually.
What does it mean to ask him to meet the prince?
Do you want to use him to make the prince give up completely, or dig a hole and bury him and the prince together.
The waiter looked very serious, and Yang Xuan felt in his heart that he had thought too much.
People in the palace are tight-lipped, and he has no friendship with this chamberlain, so why should anyone tip him off?
The chamberlain said, "Last night, your Majesty sent someone to scold the prince!"
grass!
This is the perfect way to depose the prince!
Why did the emperor depose the prince?
Is he getting older, feeling powerless, and preparing a successor for himself, or is he preparing to get a new target?
King Wei, King Yue...
The more Yang Xuan thought about it, the more he felt that this was a huge whirlpool.
"Thank you."
Yang Xuan nodded, "With all due respect, people in the palace are generally unwilling to leak information, but you..."
Are we long-lost brothers?
The waiter still had a straight face.
"We have wanted to join the army since we were young and serve the country. But we were not chosen because our family was poor, so we were forced to go to the palace. When we heard the news about the war in Northern Xinjiang, we were very excited. Yang Shijun is indeed a role model for our generation..."
I also met a fan... Yang Xuan: "..."
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