Chapter 57: Yang Mansion

The sky has already pulled up the black night, high in the sky, the crooked moon has revealed his hazy figure, and the little starlight has been faintly revealed.

In the auspicious fang, in front of the door of each house, the servants began to light candles for the red lanterns, and in front of the door of a house, two sergeants in helmets and armor stood straight in front of the door.

This mansion is the mansion of Yang Guangwu, the general of the Fu Army, at this moment, a sedan chair, at a very slow speed, is coming, the sedan chair bearer, carefully moving his steps, for fear of bringing a huge shaking to the sedan chair.

At this moment, the person in the sedan chair is Yang Zhanfei, after he was forced to split the fork, he rested for a while in the rich restaurant, and let his companions run out to find the doctor and a sedan chair, it has taken a lot of time at the moment, the doctor probably did not have a big problem with the diagnosis, they carried Yang Zhanfei to the sedan chair, and planned to let Yang Zhanfei go home, find the imperial doctor to treat, the sedan chair man knew Yang Zhanfei's situation and identity, he was afraid that the sedan chair would not be able to carry it well and aggravate Yang Zhanfei's injury, and he could only move at a very slow speed along the way, so this way came, several sedan chair drivers stopped in the middle, until it was almost dark, and then Yang Zhanfei was sent to his mansion.

"Huh, it's finally here, brothers, don't go over again, I'm troublesome brothers today, when my injuries are healed, I will definitely invite everyone to eat and drink." Yang Zhanfei finally said to his companion with a relaxed feeling at this moment. These companions of his were also very righteous, and they didn't send Yang Zhanfei home, and they didn't agree to leave.

"Okay, I'll make a note of it, Brother Yang will recover as soon as possible." Several of Yang Zhanfei's companions replied in unison, and after speaking, they did not linger any longer, and each walked in the direction of his house.

The guards of the Yang family had already discovered their young master, and after seeing Yang Zhanfei say goodbye to his companions, they immediately ran to him, and found that his young master's legs were stiffly lying flat on the sedan chair, his body was leaning on the car, his face was still a little pale, and he asked with concern: "Young master, what's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, you quickly let the palanquin driver carry me to my residence." Yang Zhanfei was embarrassed to explain anything, if he won the fight today, he might still brag to these guards, but now he really didn't have the heart, he just wanted to hurry back to his residence and take a break.

The two guards were very professional and didn't ask too much, one of them continued to guard the door, and the other led the way.

The Yang family started by military merits, and in the Dahua Kingdom, it belongs to the emerging group of nobles, but Yang Zhanfei's mother is a woman from a family, otherwise, Yang Guangwu may not have reached today's point.

Compared with the local family like the Zhao family, the construction of the Yang family is far from them, the Zhao family is a big family, although each generation of the clan has a side clan to set up their own door, but after a long time, there are still many people living in the Zhao Mansion in Hua'an City.

And the Yang family seems to be deserted, the area of the Yang family is not too large, and there are only a dozen houses, but there is a big school field, and the layout of the home is biased towards the martial style.

"Let's keep quiet, don't let my eldest brother and father find out that I'm like this, otherwise I should be scolded again." After Yang Zhanfei was carried into the courtyard, he reminded the guards and palanquin drivers in a low voice.

He failed too much today, children will be afraid of their parents if they do something wrong, and he is no exception.

As the saying goes, what you are afraid of comes. After all, the Zhao Mansion is not too big, one

The sedan chair appears abruptly in the courtyard, and it is easy to attract the attention of others.

The servants of the Yang Mansion didn't dare to ask more when they saw that it was their third young master, but at this time, Yang Zhanpeng, who was practicing martial arts under the pine tree in the courtyard, also found this sedan chair.

Yang Zhanpeng is Yang Zhanfei's second brother, and he was very puzzled by the appearance of this sedan chair, Yang Zhanfei stopped what he was doing, and walked towards the direction of the sedan chair with a puzzled look.

"Slow, Yang Xiaowu, who is the person in the sedan chair." Yang Zhanpeng, a strong man with a height of 1.8 meters, asked loudly to the guards, his voice was even rougher than Yang Zhanfei's.

"Hehe, second brother, it's me!" Yang Zhanfei sneered and showed his head from the window of the sedan chair.

"Huh? Third brother, why did you come back in a sedan chair today, don't we all hate this kind of rickety guy? Yang Zhanpeng's face was full of doubt. They are military generals, and they ride horses when they travel, and they don't even sit in carriages.

"Hehe, what's that, second brother, my younger brother's leg was injured today, so I had no choice but to make this decision." Yang Zhanfei explained with an embarrassed face.

"What? Third brother, your leg is injured, let me take a look at it, second brother. Yang Zhanpeng was concerned and immediately ran to the front of the sedan car, opened the sedan curtain with his thick arms, and accidentally tore the sedan curtain with a tear. The sedan chair man on the side was heartbroken, the sedan chair was broken, and the master should settle accounts with them, but they could only admit it, after all, this is Yang's mansion.

Yang Zhanpeng carefully looked at Yang Zhanfei's legs, but he didn't find any difference.

"Second brother, you don't look wrong with this leg?"

"Big brother. My leg suddenly split and strained something that seemed to be a ligament, but it looked like it was fine. Yang Zhanfei recalled Jing Zetian's words and also thought of the word ligament, although he didn't know what it was called.

"Huh? It should be an internal injury, and I have to tell my father and mother about them quickly. ”

"Daddy, the second brother's legs are not good!" Yang Zhanfei said and shouted directly into the inner courtyard with a huge voice.

Yang Zhanfei looked at his second brother with a confused expression, a trace of bitterness in his heart, he originally wanted to do it in a low-key manner, but he didn't expect to encounter his second brother's urgency, he didn't have time to stop it, so he shouted it directly.

Yang Zhanpeng's voice obviously had its own broadcast effect, and after a while, a middle-aged bearded man of 1.9 meters and a middle-aged woman of about 1.7 meters walked out of the inner courtyard, followed by two maids.

"Huh, third, what's wrong with you, I heard the second child say that you were injured? Well? The middle-aged strong man asked, making a loud voice, this person was Yang Guangwu, the general of the Fu Army.

"That. . . It's okay, Daddy, I'll be fine for a few days. Yang Zhanfei said vaguely.

"My son, let my mother see where you are uncomfortable." The middle-aged woman quickly walked up to Yang Zhanfei and asked with concern. She is Yang Zhanfei's mother, Guan Muying.

Mother doesn't have to worry, I practiced too hard when I was practicing martial arts, and my legs were strained. Yang Zhanfei struggled with his brain, and finally came up with a reason that made him think he was good.

"You kid, what are you doing so hard to practice martial arts, pay more attention in the future, I'll let your father find the imperial doctor to show you." When Guan Muying heard her son's words, she felt a lot more relieved, and she could understand the pain of practicing martial arts.