Ning Yayun shook her head, "I can't explain clearly, but I guess it's not a bad thing!"
"That's good."
Parents can actually forget all the problems their children have with just one sentence: "It's not a bad thing."
The midwife came out with the baby in her arms, her smile as sweet as honey, "My lord, you are a young man."
My son!
The second one.
"Aye, brother!"
A Liang shouted happily.
"Yes! Brother!"
Yang Xuan, whose daughter's dream was shattered, went over and took the swaddling clothes and took a closer look.
The wrinkled child cannot see the strength of a tiger, nor the destruction of a wolf.
The only feeling is that it is small and I hold it carefully.
"How is my wife?" Yang Xuan asked.
"It's okay, ma'am!"
"That's good."
Yang Xuan turned around with the child in his arms. Zhou Xin came over. The uncle looked at the child and said in surprise: "It's so ugly!"
grass!
Can you speak?
Probably knowing that he had made a mistake, Zhou Xin added: "They have said for a while that they are handsome."
As he spoke, he took out a brocade bag and opened it. Inside was a small and exquisite gold lock.
"This is the safety lock that Aweng went to Fangwai to ask for."
Zhou Xin put the safety lock in his baby's body and waited until the child was older before wearing it.
Everyone came up to look at it one by one, and Yi Niang was the most pleased, "It's the second one."
"It's my younger brother!" Ah Liang shouted.
Yi Niang smiled and said: "Yes! It's a younger brother. The young man has a younger brother."
The atmosphere is a little weird.
Yang Xuan looked at Yi Niang carefully, as if he saw many years later...
A Liang was followed by Tiger and Wolf, standing in front of the main hall with a sneer.
The blazing torches lit up the night sky.
The sound of horse hoofbeats was rapid, and hundreds of horsemen rushed in, led by Lao Er.
"Prince, where is Aye?" the second son shouted.
Ah Liang shook his head and said sadly: "Ah Ye, he passed away."
The second child was furious, "You killed Aye, come here! Fight in!"
That night, the emperor passed away, the prince concealed the news, and the second prince led the army into the palace...
What am I thinking?
Yang Xuan laughed and handed the baby to the midwife.
Being a father for the second time, he should be familiar with everything, but Yang Xuan is a little worried about gains and losses.
"Langjun, there is no need to worry." Yi Niang is the person who knows him best. "Langjun, look at that man and He Lianfeng. They both like to play with power. Those who play with fire will burn themselves!"
"I know."
The emperor played political tricks and considered his children and grandchildren as rivals, eventually turning himself into a loner.
I need to learn a lesson!
Yang Xuan reminded himself secretly.
But, this is always a happy event.
"Each person in the family will be rewarded five hundred coins."
"Thank you, Lord."
What a big deal! The maids and maids were overjoyed.
The two servants murmured happily.
"One child costs five hundred, but what if there are ten or a hundred? Aren't we getting rich?"
"Yeah! I get excited just thinking about it."
"Pray to the gods to protect the Duke, he will have a thousand women, and each woman will give birth to ten children..."
When the news reached the front yard, the servants were overjoyed.
"I'm going back first."
Ning Yayun was already prepared to stay at Yang's house for a night, but she didn't expect it to end so quickly.
"You won't leave until you eat?" Yang Xuan asked.
"Your house must be very lively today, but I still like to be quiet."
Ning Yayunhua has been in prison for many years, playing the piano all day long in metaphysics to kill her inner demons. She enjoys watching the excitement, but she doesn't like to blend in.
It’s lively and lively. Is it the people or the things that are lively?
What makes you happy today may turn into a bad thing tomorrow. What is bad today may turn into a good thing tomorrow...
Life is always like this, good and bad are interdependent, and only by being indifferent can we deal with it.
Ning Yayun flicked her tail, feeling that her Taoist heart was a little firmer.
"It's a baby!"
The steward stood outside the gate and shouted very loudly to the waiting clerk.
The clerk ran away.
"Here we are, it's the young man!"
The news spread, and Ning Yayun followed her. When she arrived at the entrance of the alley, she saw the woman selling biscuits jumping up, ignoring her business, and knelt down to pray devoutly.
Her voice was not loud, but Ning Yayun still heard her.
"The gods from all over the world, when the slave's family was poor and had no other way out, they set up a stall here to sell biscuits with a burden. Fortunately, the Duke didn't care and allowed the slave to find a way to survive here.
They all said that setting up a stall outside the Jiedushi's house was an insult to the Jiedushi...
Businessmen are shameless! Mr. Nu said that he is not a businessman but can do business. What is he not a businessman?
The Duke never cares about the slaves, and often invites people to buy biscuits... Every time he passes by, he greets the slaves in a friendly manner. The slaves have never heard of such a Duke.
We also ask the gods from all over the world to protect us and protect our Lord, so that he may live a long and peaceful life."
The guest was not angry at being ignored, and said happily: "The Duke has another son? Great! From now on, I will have hope in Northern Xinjiang."
Ning Yayun is thoughtful.
After walking out of the alley, I looked around.
On the left is the Jiedushi Mansion. The gatekeepers were smiling from ear to ear, as were the officials who were coming in and out.
"Congratulations, Duke!"
Cheers came from the governor's house.
The passers-by were startled. Someone went to ask for information, and turned around and shouted: "The Duke has an extra son!"
The pedestrians all saluted to the Yang family.
"Congratulations, Duke."
Ning Yayun stood there, watching the two businessmen laughing.
The older businessman smiled and said: "I have traveled all over the country, and it is not an exaggeration to say that I am well-informed. I have visited the government offices in various places. Every time those governors and county magistrates have some happy events, the local officials are very happy, but they look fake."
The companion pointed to the door and the officials coming in and out, "These are true!"
"Yes! It's so rare to see joy coming from the heart!" The older businessman lamented: "When I went to southern Xinjiang to purchase goods, it happened to be Duke Xu's birthday. Officials and local powerful people all brought gifts to celebrate his birthday.
, I looked at him smiling, but the smile looked fake, and there was a hint of disgust. If you become an official and reach this level, you may be rich, but what's the use?"
The companion nodded, "Yes! Now Northern Xinjiang can not only resist the invasion of Northern Liao, but also turn the defense into offense. All industries are prosperous and the army is strong. All this is the handiwork of Qin Guogong.
And this man loves the people, not to mention he loves the people like his son, but between him and the people... I have seen him before, they are just like neighbors, and he is definitely not hypocritical."
"This is very rare. Officials and people are like neighbors. This is fish and water. The Duke of Qin is the fish and the people are the water. This is like a fish in water! Chang'an's suppression is in vain."
At this time, more and more people gathered together.
"Congratulations, Duke!"
The shouts were enthusiastic.
There were footsteps in the alley, Ning Yayun turned around and saw Yang Xuan, she couldn't help but smile.
If Zhang Chumao were at this time, he would probably choose to send a steward to come forward!
Zitai comes from the countryside. Nowadays, it is becoming more and more majestic, but it still retains the simplicity of the countryside, which is rare!
Yang Xuan came out, cupped his hands and said, "The baby was born today, which has delayed everyone."
An old man asked: "I dare to ask the Duke, how can I be safe?"
Regardless of the title, this is a conversation between neighbors!
Ning Yayun stroked her beard and looked at the top of Yang Xuan's head.
Yang Xuan smiled and said: "It makes everyone concerned. Mother and son are safe."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The old man laughed and said, "This is the blessing of my northern border. Congratulations, Duke!"
"Congratulations, Duke!"
Everyone salutes.
Yang Xuan returned the greeting, "Thank you very much."
Ning Yayun squinted her eyes.
An Ziyu's voice came from behind, "How?"
Ning Yayun spoke.
"That horn is getting stronger and stronger."
…
"It's my son!"
Liu Qing stroked his beard and felt happy.
Song Zhen said with a smile: "Some people say that Zitai only has one son. If something happens, there will be no successor. These words may seem vicious, but they are actually sowing discord. Today, this Erlangjun was born for those people.
A slap in the face."
After Yang Xuan and Chang'an fell out, many people knew that unless the emperor died and the new emperor had a good relationship with Yang Xuan, Northern Xinjiang would be under Yang Xuan's rule for a long time.
Yang Xuan's prestige and ability are enough to make the civil and military forces of Northern Xinjiang surrender, but what happens after him?
Many things have continuity. As the time of Yang Xuan's rule in northern Xinjiang extends, the civil and military officials who follow Yang Xuan will worry about subsequent revenge.
What should we do once Yang Xuan is gone?
After surrendering to Chang'an again, the emperor's revenge will be particularly brutal.
There is an example in the Chen State. At that time, there was a feudal official who was in charge of one side, but fell out with the emperor, and then went his own way, just like a vassal town.
This border official was not stupid. He knew what would happen after he left. Before he died, he summoned the civil and military officials and pointed at his son and said: From now on, you must be loyal to my son.
But his son was like mud that couldn't stick to the wall.
Not long after he left, his son was rejected by his subordinates because of his greed for pleasure. The imperial court quietly sent a secret envoy to persuade the general to retaliate.
Immediately, the trees fell and the hozens dispersed, and the emperor began to retaliate indiscriminately... Except for the generals who rebelled, all other civil and military officials were purged, and even their family members were reduced to slaves.
The tragic lesson reminds the civil and military forces of Northern Xinjiang...
The son is the fighting spirit!
One son is not enough!
Now there are two.
Even if one of them is mud, there is another one.
What if it’s both?
The Duke is still young, and he doesn't seem to be the type to wait for women. He will definitely have children in the future.
If this one doesn't work, just change it.
This is the idea of Northern Xinjiang Civil and Military Affairs.
Therefore, the birth of the second child today aroused great joy from all over Northern Xinjiang.
"In their opinion, the birth of this child will continue the situation in northern Xinjiang for at least fifty years. Fifty years and two or three generations, by then, God knows what the Tang Dynasty will be like."
Song Zhen was a little sad.
"The father and son have a long life, but everyone is optimistic that the King of Yue will take over the East Palace. Yang Songcheng and his son Tai are in the same situation, and it is impossible to reconcile. If the King of Yue ascends the throne, Chang'an and Northern Xinjiang will continue to be in a stalemate. In this way, my son,
It’s become a treasure! My second dick! What a treasure!”
"I don't quite agree with what you said." Song Zhen shook his head.
"Why?"
"You only see people's hearts, but you have neglected one thing. Why do the soldiers and people of Northern Xinjiang support Zitai? It's not that Zitai is in a stalemate with Chang'an, but that Zitai has brought tangible benefits to the soldiers and people of Northern Xinjiang!"
"That's true. Look at the history books. If you can bring benefits to the people and take the people into your heart, the people will lift him up and protect him. Those who treat the people as fools and beasts will probably not survive.
Good ending."
"Isn't that the one in the pear garden?"
The two smiled at each other.
Song Zhen said softly: "This year, our northern Xinjiang will continue to advance northward. The birth of this Erlangjun is a good sign."
"This year!" Liu Qing squinted, "Once the attack goes smoothly, Northern Liao will turn all their attention to our Northern Xinjiang. Old Song, when that happens, we have to walk the road ahead together!"
"Are you scared?" Song Zhen asked.
"I've been with him all this way, and I'm afraid of getting upset!"
"If Zitai fails, you will not be able to escape from being executed."
"What about you, the former Minister of War?"
"That person's methods are ruthless. I will inevitably die, and my family will probably be worse off than dead."
"So, you can't escape, and I can't avoid it. We are all in this boat... Let's help each other!"
"I'm getting old." Song Zhen smiled, with three wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. "I thought that from now on I would just stay at home and have nothing to do. I would hide in the study and pretend to be busy every day. Or I would go out and avoid the eyes of my family... until I die.
.I didn’t expect it! Even though I’m old, I still have a second spring.”
Liu Qing pointed at him and said, "I don't practice cultivation when I'm old!"
Then, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Hearty laughter.
Outside, the officials were delighted.
Not long after, the first person to give gifts appeared.
"The Duke has said that there will be no banquets and no gifts!"
The steward insisted and refused to accept the offer.
"I just can't help myself!"
The official said.
The steward shook his head, "After I accept your gift, I will blame you later. I'm afraid I won't be able to do my job anymore. Don't harm me. Send me away as soon as possible."
The official dropped the gift and ran away.
"stop!"
The steward was dumbfounded and shouted: "Stop him!"
He was just worried about losing his job, but with such a voice...
Boom!
The gate of Jinyiwei opened, and the warriors rushed out with fierce eyes.
The steward standing at the gate was roughly pushed away from inside, and the guards swarmed out.
"who?"
The two groups of people slowly turned their eyes to the official.
The official trembled all over, "Your Majesty... there is a misunderstanding!"
The news spread to the backyard.
"My lord, I captured an official who was giving a gift."
Yang Xuan's head was full of black lines, "Why are you giving gifts?"
"Congratulations on the birth of Mr. Erlang."
Yang Xuan knew that this was an official who took shortcuts and wanted to leave a good impression on himself by giving gifts.
"It's hard to put an end to it." Yi Niang reminded: "Toughness often makes people cold-hearted."
Yang Xuan looked at her, "Back then...did he do it too?"
Yi Niang nodded, "Yes."
Too strong and easy to break!
Yang Xuan walked out of the house and went to the Jiedushi Mansion.
"Congratulations!"
Liu Qing and Song Zhen smiled and congratulated.
"It's not good to make too much noise." Yang Xuan asked, "How many people want to give gifts?"
"More." Song Zhen said: "I want to have a good time without giving gifts, but many officials want to find a way out by giving gifts."
"It's not good to be too tough," Liu Qing said.
"If the water is clear, there will be no fish!" Yang Xuan thought.
Liu Qing looked at Song Zhen, "Have you ever heard of this?"
Song Zhen shook his head, "Never."
"Famous sentence!" Liu Qing thought about this sentence and felt that it had endless charm.
Yang Xuan said: "In my name, a banquet will be held in the palace of Jiedushi to entertain civil and military officials. In addition, the lieutenants of the army will be rewarded with food and wine for a day. Finally, a flowing banquet will be set up in the city for everyone passing by to enjoy. Just one, no one is allowed.
Give a gift!”
Song Zhen was startled, "This... is more grand than the emperor giving wine and meat to the people of Chang'an on happy occasions."
"You think it's inappropriate?" Liu Qing squinted at him.