Chapter 8: Summoned by the Father

Yang Wu didn't remember how he returned to his room yesterday, he only remembered that after he wrote three poems in a row within ten steps on the spot, everyone was shocked and admired. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yang Xingmi, who was delighted, took his hand, stroked his back and said, "Although our Yang family is from the Hongnong Yang family, it used to be a big family. But when it reached my father's generation, it was already in the middle of the family, and there was not even a literate person in the family; Although his father is now the king of Wu, he has not read many books. I didn't expect you to have such literary talents, this is really a blessing for my Yang family. Today, everyone should drink and go home if you don't get drunk! ”

Many subordinates also congratulated Yang Xingmi, toasted again and again, and even poured a lot of wine with Yang Wu. So on the first day of the crossing, Yang Wu got drunk. In a daze, after returning to his room with the help of Xiaocui and Yang Liu, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep until the next night.

At this moment, Yang Wu was looking at the curious babies in front of him with an ignorant expression.

"Brother, I really didn't see that you could write poetry. When did you learn it? Why haven't I seen you compose poetry before? And why didn't I see you having this ability at the last banquet? Yang Jing looked suspicious, with light steps, and circled around Yang Wu a few times, as if to see him through.

"This is called the three days of Shibei should be impressive!" Yang Wu replied with a smug face. "The last time my cousin came here, he wrote a good poem, and everyone praised it. My younger brother and I also had a talent for poetry, but I didn't play well on the spot that day, so the poems I made were just average. But later, after my younger brother and I went back, I studied hard and read the poems of the ancients, so I naturally made great progress. As the saying goes, 'I am familiar with 300 Tang poems, and I can't chant poems', and the younger brother has read more poems, so he will naturally compose poems and fill in the lyrics. ”

"Cut, as far as you are familiar with 300 Tang poems, I only see you playing around these days, where have I seen you read a poem." Yang Jing looked incredulous, then approached again and whispered, "You won't take any gentleman's poems for yourself, right?" You can fool my father and the generals, but you can't fool me. ”

"How is it possible, junior brother, I am only nine years old, and I just wrote a few poems, which is very simple. If my sister doesn't believe me, I'll write a few more poems for my sister one day. Yang Wu boasted.

"I also want my brother to compose poems, and my brother will also help me write the first poem?" At this time, a little guy on the side stopped doing it.

This little guy is less than five years old this year, and the white and chubby one is Yang Longyan, the younger brother of Yang Wu's mother. On weekdays, he likes to play the most, either chasing the little flower cat raised at home in the garden, or running to the pond to catch fish, and his favorite thing is to play behind Yang Jing, who is also lively and active. Even if it is rare to have a little quiet time, I still pester my brother to tell a story.

Although I didn't understand what it meant to compose poetry, Yang Longyan, who was playing alone on the side, thought it was something fun, so he came to join in the fun.

Yang Wu couldn't help but tugging at his white chubby face and said, "The little kid knows what poetry is, and he plays with it." Brother, I'll tell you a story later. ”

"Is what my brother said true?"

"Of course it's true, when did my brother lie to you."

"Brother is going to tell a story later!" There is a story to listen to, and the little fat man cheers and doesn't know where to run.

After all, it is the nature of a child, and yesterday I still remembered the hatred of spanking him some time ago, and as soon as I heard about the story today, the idea of "hatred" in my heart has long disappeared, and I have long been overjoyed.

"Really? Are you really going to write me a poem? Yang Jing was overjoyed, grabbed Yang Wu with one hand and asked again and again.

"Sister, you see I drank too much yesterday, and now I just woke up, and my head is still dizzy, and I didn't eat much yesterday, and now my stomach is growling with hunger. You've got to let your little brother eat something first, right? Wait for the younger brother to eat enough and then compose poems for his sister. Yang Wu said helplessly.

He had just woken up from a hangover, and his mind was still a little dizzy, and his stomach was hungry. I can't help it, I drank too much yesterday, and I didn't eat much, and I slept until now, so it's no wonder that I'm not hungry.

"That's what you said, don't go back!" Yang Jing looked happy, "There is hot soup and snacks in the kitchen, I'll bring it to you now, you can pad your stomach first." As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Jing ran out like a gust of wind.

Yang Wu couldn't cry or laugh in his heart, Yang Jing was obviously an acute child, and lively and active, but his name was a "quiet" word.

"It seems that my father was also prescient. The ancients paid attention to what was lacking in the name of what was missing, and if the sister lacked quietness, she would make up for the word "quiet". I don't know if I will be quieter after getting married in the future. Yang Wu slandered in his heart.

After washing up and eating a little more, feeling that he had recovered some of his vitality, Yang Wu began to walk around the courtyard. At this time, someone came to report.

"Childe, the king commanded that you should go and see him when you wake up. The king should be waiting for you in the study now. ”

"Got it, you go first, I'll go back and change my clothes and come right away."

I don't know what my father is looking for him, but I think it has something to do with yesterday's incident. A few days ago, my father said that he was going to let him come out to be the envoy of the Yanai army, maybe it has been decided now.

Thinking of this, Yang Wu also had a bottom in his heart, no matter what, it should be a good thing.

Changing the clothes that were still stained with wine on his body, and putting on a new brocade robe, Yang Wu walked quickly to the study in the front yard.

The study in the front yard is Yang Xingmi's dedicated office study, and Yang Wu is not allowed to enter here except for a few times.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Yang Xingmi sitting behind the bookcase, reading the official document by candlelight, and he didn't put it down when he saw Yang Wu coming in. Yang Wu didn't dare to disturb, and after a salute, he stood quietly aside, waiting and observing.

Although Yang Xingmi has long been in his memory, and he has already met him at the banquet yesterday, there is no situation where he looks at it so carefully as now.

Yang Xingmi is tall, even if he sits there, he is like a giant, according to Yang Wu's estimate, his height is almost one meter nine in later generations, in this ancient south, which is generally not tall, it is as unique as a giraffe standing in a herd of elk. He had a Chinese face, his hair and beard had begun to turn white, but his eyes were extremely attentive, although he was just sitting there, Yang Wu also felt his majesty, as if he was standing next to a fierce tiger.

According to historical records, when his father was young, he was caught participating in a rebellion in Luzhou, but Zheng Di, the assassin of Luzhou, untied him and let him go because he thought he had a strange appearance. But now it seems that in addition to being tall, my father has nothing special in appearance, and I don't know how the assassin saw his father's strange appearance. Yang Wu muttered to himself.

After about a stick of incense, Yang Xingmi finished reading the official document in his hand and put down his pen and ink.

"The child has seen his father, and I wish him good health and a long life." Yang Wu hurriedly stepped forward and saluted.

"Get up, why should there be so much courtesy between father and son." Yang Xingmi nodded, and said with a smile, "If you still live a thousand years old, won't you become a thousand-year-old turtle?" You got drunk for the first time yesterday, how are you feeling now? Yang Xingmi asked with a smile.

"It's not a good experience for a child to feel a splitting headache and grogginess after getting drunk. And when the child heard that drinking was wrong, it was really not a lie. I was drunk yesterday afternoon, and I didn't wake up until now, and I don't remember anything during this time. ”

Yang Wu replied in a deep voice, thought about it, and added, "By the way, the child heard that all the generals in the army like to drink, even when leading the troops to fight, the child thinks that drinking in the army is easy to make mistakes, although there is no major mistake now, but in the long run, sooner or later there will be a big mess, and drinking in the army should be expressly prohibited." ”

"Well, you can think of that with a heart. However, drinking in the army is like this, all the generals are generals, they will control themselves, even if they drink, they will only drink a little, and they will not make a mistake. Yang Xingmi said disapprovingly.

"Although the current generals can be temperate and will not make mistakes because of drunkenness, if they are not banned, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no chaos in the future." Yang Wu still needs to be persuaded again.

But my father waved his hand and said, "Okay, I didn't call you here today to talk to you about drinking." Yesterday you showed your literary talent, of course, it was a great surprise for my father, but now after all, the world is restless, as my eldest son, the most important thing is the ability to govern the country and the talent of the people, and the rest is just a decal on the cake. You're almost sixteen years old this year, and it's time for you to come out and share your father's worries. Last time, my father told me that I would allow you to recruit a thousand guards, and now you have a candidate you can trust to lead the army? ”

"Back to my father, after the child went back last time, he also tried his best to find a suitable candidate, but now he has found a person, who is the guard next to the child." After speaking, Yang Wu introduced some of Zhu Siqing's situation to his father.

"That's the person, the child sees that he is a kind person, he once served as a battalion commander, and he knows some about military affairs, so he is ready to let him be the head of the child."

"Well, you're a good candidate to say that. When you come back, you ask him to come to me, and my father will personally check on you for a second time. According to the system, there should be two battalions of 1,000 personal guards, and each battalion should have a battalion commander. In addition to this person who can be your leader, do you have any other candidates for the commanders of the two battalions? ”

"There's no one for this kid yet." Yang Wu thought about it, and felt that there was indeed no suitable candidate among the people he knew in his memory, "There are many generals under my father's command, there must be suitable candidates, and I asked my father to choose two for the child." ”

"Well, since you haven't found the right person yet, Father will recommend two for you. One Fan Sicong and the other Chen Fan are both loyal and righteous people who have been in the army for a long time. Their original position was battalion commander, but now they have been transferred to your command to assist you. You must make good use of it, and treat each other well, and he will not fail you one day. ”

"Thank you father, the children will remember their father's teachings and treat them like their own siblings." Yang Wu hurriedly thanked him.