Chapter 13: Forcibly Invading the Imperial Mansion
After traveling to the Tang Dynasty, Yang Fan had no ambitions and only wanted to be a small landowner.
But he knew that he could never sit idly by and ignore this matter.
After all, they can be considered as members of a time-traveling clan. Not to mention the tiger's body shook, all the famous ministers and generals came under his command, and they raised their hands and waved, looking arrogantly at the crowd.
But you must always ensure that your family members do not let outsiders bully you!
If these most basic requirements cannot be guaranteed, then he is still alive, so he might as well buy a piece of tofu and kill him!
If this happened in another house, the owner might be too gentlemanly to take action.
But Yang Fan has never been a gentleman, not before time travel, not now, and of course, not even in the future.
Besides, he was full of frustration and wanted to find a place to vent his anger!
He took the horse brought by the servant and prepared to leave.
At this time, Cheng Yaojin, who heard the commotion and understood the situation, also ran out, grabbed Yang Fan's arm, and said eagerly:
"My dear nephew, don't be impulsive. Although Duke Ying's mansion has been in decline in recent years, as the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. What's more, the other party is the Duke. What can you do?"
Yang Fan froze his body and looked at Cheng Yaojin who looked worried. Regardless of whether he was being pretentious or not, he still thanked:
"Thank you, Uncle Cheng, for your concern. As the saying goes, a good person will be bullied by others, and a good horse will be ridden by others. This is especially true for people. They bully the weak and fear the hard, and bully the good and fear the evil."
If someone doesn't stand up today, then in the future anyone can shit on his head and dare to insult me, a member of the Yang family, not to mention that she is just a female steward of the Duke, even the prince.
At this time, Wu Zhao, who was covered with a red turban, had sparkling eyes, looking at the angry and domineering Yang Fan, as if he had discovered some rare treasure.
Cheng Yaojin looked at Yang Fan with a determined look on his face, and could only sigh and let go of his arm. His eyes signaled to Cheng Chumo, who was going to go with him, to help him keep an eye on him and not make too big a fuss.
After all, this matter is not a big deal in his opinion. In this era, concubines can be given away at will, not to mention that it is just a woman who has been a little wronged.
A woman like Wu Zhao, who was given to a hero by Li Er, could only become an ordinary wife at best, because she was the daughter of the Duke of the country.
Otherwise, she is just a little concubine, so why go to war!
Seeing Yang Fan and Cheng Chumo leading the way, a few servants followed and slowly disappeared from sight.
Cheng Yaojin waved to a chamberlain and whispered a few words.
…
On the official road to Chang'an, several horses galloped rapidly, raising waves of yellow dust.
The sun, like a fireball, scorched the earth, causing a slight blush on the face.
Although the wind blew across my face from time to time, I was still sweating profusely on my forehead.
I casually wiped the sweat that was almost blinding my eyes, and I could vaguely see that I was not far away from Chang'an City.
Cheng Chumo said loudly:
"Brother Yishan, Duke Ying's mansion is on the south side of Chang'an City. Let's enter through the south gate. It will be faster this way."
Yang Fan remained silent and nodded, letting him lead the way. After all, Cheng Chumo was much more familiar with the roads of Chang'an City than he was.
He waved his hand to several sturdy servants behind him to follow him.
…
The south gate of Chang'an City is the Mingde Gate. It is noon at this time, and there are relatively few people entering and exiting the city gate. The soldiers guarding the city gate are also a little weak and drowsy from the sun.
A burst of rapid hoofbeats came, which immediately startled the guard at Mingde Gate. Looking at the rapid panting of the horses, it seemed that they had traveled a long distance.
Who are these people?
You must know that in Chang'an City, except for the city guards and the imperial army guarding the imperial city, horses are not allowed to ride.
He quickly held the red tassel gun at an angle and shouted loudly:
"Riding is not allowed in Chang'an City. Why don't you get off your horses and get inspected?"
Cheng Chumo pulled off the dust-proof veil and replied:
"This is Cheng Chumo, the captain of the Left Guard Army. If you don't mind, hurry up and let me go."
When the gate guard heard this, he quickly reported it to the officer who was taking a rest in the shade.
He, a small guard, didn't know Cheng Chumo at all.
You know, the captain of the Zuo Wei Army is a fourth-rank position, which is equivalent to an ordinary military general.
The leader of the city guard was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly woken up by a shout and walked out from behind while rubbing his eyes and cursing.
When he looked at the horse, his face suddenly became full of smiles:
"It turns out to be Young Master Cheng. He is the second guard on duty today. His subordinates are ignorant and have offended many people. Don't be offended."
He turned around and cursed at the guard:
"You two have eyes that reach up to your buttocks. You don't even recognize Mr. Cheng, so why don't you let us go quickly?"
One of the guards was very aggrieved and whispered:
"No one else has checked yet!"
Cheng Chumo stared:
"I also want to check on Mr. Cheng's friends. Do you think Mr. Cheng's friends will be fugitives? Will they be carrying prohibited items?"
The guard was immediately startled and waved his hands repeatedly. Although he did not know Cheng Chumo, the reputation of Cheng Chumo had already spread throughout Chang'an.
If you really dare to say a word of truth, you must not let him beat him half to death.
The guards pushed aside the obstacles in a hurry, and Yang Fan and others rode into the city.
After entering the city, the flow of people increased significantly, and Yang Fan and Cheng Chumo slowly walked together.
Yang Fan chuckled and joked:
"Brother Chu Mo, I didn't expect that your reputation is quite big!"
Cheng Chumo seemed not to understand the meaning of the words, but said with a complacent expression:
"That's of course. In Chang'an City, no one is allowed to give someone a certain amount of face. Even if they go to the flower house to drink wine and be a waiter, the top star, Mr. Cheng, will always show up."
It made Yang Fan laugh happily.
…
Yingguo Gongfu, Xingningfang, Chang'an City.
Two stone lions as tall as one person lie on both sides of the gate of the Duke's Mansion, looking very majestic.
There are two red lanterns hanging on the lintel, and traces of wax drippings can still be faintly seen on the lower edge.
The doorman had just finished his meal and was yawning and leaning on both sides of the door, chatting incessantly.
A younger-looking doorman said:
"Miss Wu Zhao was granted a marriage by His Majesty and left the mansion today. Why is there no trace of joy in the mansion?"
The other doorman sighed and replied:
"You have just entered the house. You don't know. When my father-in-law was alive, the two ladies were very popular with him. Since my father-in-law passed away a year ago, the treatment of the two ladies is no different from that of our servants. It can even be said that
It’s even worse, you know the young lady was very kind to the servants in the past, what a pity!”
The young doorman replied with a worried look:
"I heard from the servants in the house that the eldest lady was afraid that the second lady and the young lady would divide the family property, so she treated them like this. I heard that the second lady was punished two days ago, and she was wrongly accused of stealing her jade hairpin..."
When the people in the Yuchai Mansion saw the eldest lady wearing it on their heads in the morning, didn’t they think they were unjustly accusing the young lady? I don’t know how we will live in the house in the future. If we were unjustly accused of stealing, wouldn’t we be beaten to death!
After I finished speaking, my face was full of fear, but more importantly, I was filled with indignation!
The older doorman looked horrified, and immediately ran to the other side, covered the younger doorman's mouth, and yelled:
"Do you want to die? Don't get involved with me. We are just gatekeepers. We just need to be clear in our hearts. We can't keep our mouth shut."
The young doorman had a nonchalant look on his face and held his mouth indifferently:
"We can tell what happened ourselves, and it won't spread to the eldest lady. I even heard about it! The eldest lady is preparing to find a way to drive the second lady and the eldest lady out of the Duke's mansion."
The older doorman did not retort, but looked helpless after hearing this:
"Yes, the second lady is really pitiful. A year ago she was a pretty lady. It has only been more than a year now, and her hair has turned gray and her face is full of wrinkles. It is really miserable. Today can be regarded as the second lady leaving the cabinet.
The second lady wanted to pray for her, but the eldest lady actually didn’t even give her any money for the sesame oil, and she had to pawn her belongings..."
The two let out a long sigh, obviously complaining about the fate of mother and daughter.
But as the lowest-level servants, they can only sigh deeply. After all, they are also the group of people who cannot control their own destiny.
At this moment, the sound of horse hoofbeats came from far away and stopped in front of the mansion gate.
The two looked at each other, and the older doorman quickly returned to his seat.
"Who could this be? After all, few people come to the Duke's Mansion. Even if they do, they don't know how to ride horses. Most of them ride in carriages or sedan chairs."
The two of them pulled the door knocker, and the door slowly opened. After opening a crack, a wave of heat hit their faces, which made people feel uncomfortable.
When I looked outside the door, I saw uniformly-colored horses lined up in two rows, and the people on the horses were all quite strong.
The status of the two people in front is obviously higher than that of the three people behind!
At this time, a man lifted the reins, slowly took two steps forward, and asked in a deep voice:
"Where is Xiangli? Tell her to come out..."
The person who spoke out was none other than Yang Fan.
The young doorman looked puzzled:
"Who is Xiangli? Does anyone in the family..."
Before he could finish speaking, the older doorman's face changed and he said angrily:
"You can call the eldest lady by your name at will. Are you looking for death?"
"Whether I seek death or not is none of your business. If you don't report it, you may die after a while."
Looking at Yang Fan with a gloomy face, the doorman felt a little chilled in his heart and shouted calmly:
"This is the Duke's Mansion. You dare to come here to cause trouble. Aren't you afraid that I will report you to the official?"
Yang Fan sneered and curled his lips, "If the real owner can't be invited out, then let's make a big fuss and see if you can still sit still."
So I looked up and saw a gilt plate on the beam of the door, with the words "Yingguogongfu" shining in the sun.
So he let go of the horse's reins, and with a gentle tap on the horse's back, he saw Yang Fan flying towards the lintel with a flat sign like an eagle spreading its wings.
There was just a click, and the plaque, which was more than half a foot long, was torn off.
The young doorman was so frightened that his face turned pale and he fell limply aside. The older doorman was also frightened and lost his voice:
"You're crazy, you dare to tear down the Duke's Mansion..."
Yang Fan sneered and said:
"If you don't report it, believe it or not, I will tear down the door."
The elder doorman was immediately horrified, turned around and ran towards the house, even doing some somersaults on the smooth road.
Cheng Chumo and the servants behind him were also dumbfounded!
Brother Yishan (Young Master) is so fierce and so bold that he dared to tear down the plaque of the Duke's Mansion. This is a real slap in the face!
After all, the plaque on a house is equivalent to the owner's face.