If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
It is easy to change an old person's heart, but it is said that an old person's heart is easy to change.
It's half past midnight when Lishan's words are over, and the rain and bells are full of tears, but I won't complain.
How unlucky it is to be blessed by a handsome man in fine clothes, and the wings and branches are linked together to make a wish that day.
——"Magnolia · Nalan Xingde (Qing Dynasty)"
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As soon as Yang Yichan arrived at the gate of the Xineiyuan camp, the soldiers at the gate said: "Yang Junmen, there is someone looking for you at the gate. You have been waiting for a long time.
A man who looked like a housekeeper came forward and asked diligently: "Girl, are you Miss Yang Yichan, a martial artist from Bashu?"
Yang Yichan nodded in agreement.
The man smiled and said: "My surname is Zhang, and I am the second housekeeper of the family of Yang Zhongcheng. My third wife saw you at the banquet last time, and she felt very attracted to you. She ordered me to send you an invitation to invite the girl to my house tomorrow.
Once we get together, I ask Miss Yang to show her appreciation."
Yang Yichan was stunned and said, "I wonder what Mrs. Yang wants from me?"
Butler Zhang smiled and said: "Nothing else. My wife is also from the White Mountains and Black Waters. Speaking of which, the girl and I are from the same hometown. It is fate to meet my fellow villager in Chang'an, thousands of miles away. My wife just wants to chat with the girl.
Homely."
Although Yang Yichan was confused, she nodded and smiled: "Thank you, Madam, for your love. Please tell Madam that I will be on time for the banquet tomorrow night. I wonder which fellow countrymen will be invited to the party tomorrow night?"
Butler Zhang respectfully replied: "Madam didn't say anything, and I didn't dare to ask any more questions. After the girl's training tomorrow, I will pick her up at the gate of the camp."
After Butler Zhang sent the invitation, he said goodbye and left.
Yang Yichan was very confused, but meeting a fellow countryman in Chang'an, and the wife of a high-ranking official, made Yichan somewhat uneasy and harbored some illusions. She carefully recalled the scene that day, and she seemed to have seen this Mrs. Yang somewhere.
It feels quite familiar.
Yang Yichan was stunned for a while at the entrance of the camp. This time was different from the last time. It was a private banquet, so she couldn't come empty-handed. Yang Yichan found a time-honored store and bought two exquisite carved wooden boxes and celadon bottles. Returning to the house
, open the wooden box, take out the five golden elixirs of 'River Car', 'Fu Huo', 'Buan Shui', 'Gou Lu', 'Yu Chan' and 'Shen Qi', put them into celadon bottles respectively, and seal the mouth of the bottle.
After sealing it with wax, label it with a name, wrap it in red silk, and put it in a wooden box. Put it under the lamp and look at it. It was of extraordinary taste. Only then did Yang Yichan go to sleep with satisfaction.
At dusk on the second day, Butler Zhang received Yang Yichan and walked directly into the back garden from the side door of Yang Mansion. A painted boat stopped at the edge of the clear water lake. After Yang Yichan boarded the boat, the boat slowly sailed into the center of the lake. Arriving at the lake
At Xinting, Butler Zhang signaled Yang Yichan to get off the boat, and then drove away.
The Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake is a small octagonal two-story building isolated in the center of the lake. It is sunset at this moment, the sun is setting in the west, and the mist is vast. Really, the autumn water is the same color as the sky, and the setting clouds and solitary swans are flying together.
Yang Yichan climbed to the second floor, and there was only one person in the pavilion. It was the lady in palace attire that she saw at the banquet that day - Yang Guozhong's third wife, Mrs. Yin.
Yang Yichan hurriedly saluted and said in a restrained voice: "The little girl is a vulgar person from the countryside. She doesn't understand etiquette. She is here for the first time. She has prepared some secret elixirs made by me in Qingcheng. Please don't dislike her, madam."
Mrs. Yin casually put the gift aside, looked at Yang Yichan carefully again, and said to herself: "Miss Yang, your father's name is Yang Erbin. He is from Liaodong. He was nicknamed 'Snowfield Wolf' by Jianghu people. He relied on iron sand all the way."
The palm of your hand spans the white mountains and black waters. Your mother's surname is Yin. She is from Liucheng, Yingzhou. She is good at using a pair of silver daggers and is known as the 'Silver Sword Sanniang' in the world. Is that correct?"
Yang Yichan was surprised and said: "Madam, do you know my parents?"
Yin did not answer, her eyes were like lightning, and she asked sternly: "Your tailbone is one inch and a half longer than others, like a fox tail that is not fully grown. There is a green birthmark on your tailbone. Every time you hear thunder
, you will tremble, right?"
Yang Yichan was shocked, as if she understood something, she burst into tears and nodded desperately.
Yin checked Yang Yichan's tail vertebrae, took out a pair of silver daggers from her arms, put them on the table, hugged Yichan, and cried: "My poor child!"
Yang Yichan didn't hesitate anymore, threw herself into Mrs. Yin's arms and cried loudly.
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It turned out that after Yin Sanniang was abandoned by Anlu Mountain, she was so ashamed and angry that she had no face to face Yang Erbin and his daughter. When she was desperate, she remembered her father's son Xianyu Zhongtong, who was sworn to his brother. At this time, Xianyu Zhongtong was envoy Zhangchou Jianqiong in Jiannan Jiedu.
He was appointed as the interview envoy under his command and was Zhangchou Jianqiong's confidant. He became prosperous, so he went to Bashu and defected to Xianyu Zhongtong.
Xianyu Zhongtong had a keen eye and took a fancy to Yang Zhao's identity as a Hongnong Yang family. He believed that Yang Zhao could live in a rare place, so he donated generously to him, often helped him, and betrothed Yin Sanniang to Yang Zhao as his concubine as Xianyu Zhongtong's cousin.
After Yang Zhao entered Chang'an, he relied on the nepotistic relationship between the three sisters of the Yang family to rise through the ranks, and was quickly promoted to the title of Shizhong, and also served as censor Zhongcheng. His good fortune continued to grow. Yin Sanniang also relied on this relationship to transform herself from a commoner to a wealthy lady in Chang'an.
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It’s really fate that plays a trick on people.
Yin Sanniang inquired about Yang Yichan's experiences over the years in detail, and was very sad. When she heard that Yang Yichan was bullied by Qin Yongjie and other students, she was furious. When she heard that Yang Yichan had made great progress in martial arts and was shortlisted for the top 30 swordsmanship competition in Shushan, she was overjoyed...
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Finally, Yin Sanniang asked about Yang Yichan's life events. Yang Yichan shyly told her mother about her current relationship with Bai Fu.
After hearing this, Yin Sanniang frowned and said: "Chan'er, getting married is the most important thing in a woman's life. The kind of man you marry will determine the fate of your life. Bai Fu offended Li Linfu and was jealous of the emperor.
, there will be no chance of success in Chang'an."
Yang Yichan argued: "Senior Brother Fu saved the prince's children. If the prince ascends the throne, wouldn't he be able to live in peace and prosperity?"
Yin Sanniang said: "How can you children understand the affairs of the court? The Holy Emperor is now in good health and not at all senile. How many years do you have to endure if you want to wait until he dies a hundred years ago?
Let’s talk about Prince Li Heng. I heard that His Majesty is interested in changing the throne. The Prince is like a clay Bodhisattva who crosses the river and cannot protect himself.
According to what you said, Bai Fu can at least be shortlisted for the top three in this martial arts competition. But the result is that he is not even a martial arts scholar, not to mention the number one scholar. Why is this? The prince just sat back and watched his benefactor being implicated and persecuted, and he didn't even give a damn.
Dare to let go, and why?
I think back then, the prince divorced Princess Wei because of the Wei Zhuang case, and divorced Du Liangdi because of the case of his father-in-law, Du You, his neighbor. For the sake of being the heir apparent, he could abandon his own wives and concubines, how do you expect him to help Bai Fu?"
These few words hit Yang Yichan's target, and revealed the hidden worries in her heart these days. The feeling cannot be explained by outsiders. Yang Yichan was speechless for a long time, and sighed softly: "Mother, what are you talking about?"
Even so, senior brother Fu saved my life and has always treated me very well. When he was in trouble, I couldn't bear it."
Yin Sanniang snorted coldly and said: "Don't you want to use your life's happiness to repay your kindness? If you are really sorry, just find an opportunity to repay in the future. I will tell Mr. Yang that he will be granted an official title outside the capital and keep him away from Chang'an.
Enjoy wealth and honor in peace. Listen to my mother's advice and be careful not to stop it, otherwise you will be disturbed by it."
Yang Yichan remained silent, wringing his hands.
Yin Sanniang struck while the iron was hot and said: "Chan'er, you are beautiful, tall, and superb in martial arts, plus our Yang family's status today. As long as you are interested, in Chang'an City, not to mention the rich and nobles, even the royal children, it is up to you to choose. Ten
Princes in the royal residence, emperors and grandsons in the Baisun Courtyard, whoever you like, your mother will ask the Holy Spirit to marry you. There are so many good men in Chang'an, why would you hang yourself on a tree? No more arguing about this matter
Now, my mother will make the decision for you."
Yang Yichan remained silent, her tears falling like beads...