Returning from Shangyang Palace, Yang Shouwen's heart, which had been hanging in the air, was finally put back in his stomach.

Wu Zetian had already seen it, and from her, he didn't feel any hostility. Think about it, what kind of person is Wu Zetian? Empress of the Ages! How could he care about such a small person? Now, with such a relationship as Yang Chenglie in it, I believe that Wu Zetian will not embarrass him. Yang Shouwen finally didn't have to worry about it anymore.

It's just that Yang Chenglie wants to return to his career?

Yang Shouwen felt a little suspenseful!

Don't look at what he said to Yang Chenglie impassionedly, but in fact, he is not very optimistic about Yang Chenglie's future.

How many years can Wu Zetian hold on?

Yang Shouwen really can't remember clearly! However, in memory, Wu Zetian's reign was only fifteen or sixteen years, and then a Shenlong coup forced her to step down from the throne. Now, it has been seven or eight years since Wu Zetian ascended the throne. In other words, there are still six or seven years at most, and Wu Zetian is about to abdicate, what should Yang Chenglie do at that time?

It's easier said than done, but it's a big deal.

Can Yang Chenglie be willing at that time? Is he Yang Shouwen willing to do so?

Human desires? Hopefully, it will become bigger and bigger with the improvement of status, and it is difficult to fill the sea, isn't that what it means? Now Yang Chenglie said lightly, it is great to step back. But at that time, will he be able to step down? How do I get out of it?

Yang Shouwen found that he and Yang Chenglie seemed to have walked into a dead end.

Persuade Yang Seungyeol to refuse?

Yang Shouwen even believed that in Shangyang Palace at that time, as long as Yang Chenglie dared to say the word 'no', it was a question whether his father and son could get out of the way. You don't have to refuse. Wait until seven or eight years later. How are they going to get out of it?

And. It is impossible for Yang Chengyeol to refuse!

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After dinner, Yang Seungyeol rested early.

The young slave uncharacteristically did not pester Yang Shouwen, but obediently followed his father.

Yang Shouwen stood alone on the corridor on the pond, looking at the lotus leaves and lotus flowers in the pond, his mind seemed a little heavy.

Behind him, footsteps rang out.

Yang Shouwen turned his head to look and saw Jeddah walking along the corridor.

It was getting late, on the railing at the end of the cloister. Two torches are inserted, reflecting the sparkling water of the pool. Jida walked in front of Yang Shouwen, and his handsome face, with a solemnity and seriousness that Yang Shouwen had never seen, made his heart sink.

"Big brother, is there something wrong?"

"I'm ready to go."

Jeddah gestured: "Early tomorrow morning, I will leave Luoyang." ”

"Big brother wants to leave Luoyang? Why? Am I being negligent? ”

Jeddah smiled and shook his head: Don't get me wrong, I'm leaving Luoyang, not because of you.

Back in the day. I vowed to be the number one warrior in the northern part of the country. Over the past 20 years, I've been working toward this goal. Brothers. I'm glad to know you, and I'm lucky to be able to be a brother to you. It's just that I suddenly found that after coming to the Central Plains, I gradually lost my courage and diligence in this privileged environment.

Jeddah's dream, of course Yang Shouwen knows.

He looked at Jeddah, but for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

Jida continued: Yang Congyi's knife that day made me realize that super skills are not practiced, but to grow from fighting again and again. In the Central Plains, there are too few such opportunities, which is not a good thing for me.

I was going to go to the North Garden, first, to see my sister, and secondly, I heard that there was a lot of chaos over there.

I'm going there to hone my marksmanship and condense my murderous spirit. So, I've decided to leave early tomorrow morning.

What Jeddah said was so categorical that Yang Shouwen couldn't persuade him.

When he had finished speaking, he turned and left.

Yang Shouwen looked at Jeddah's back and opened his mouth, but he didn't call Jeddah after all.

Everyone has their own goals and ideals. Jeddah's goal is to become the No. 1 warrior in Northern Cyprus! Although he doesn't know what the title of 'No. 1 Warrior of Saibei' means to him, he has always been firm in his ideals and moved forward step by step.

When he came to the Central Plains, Yang Shouwen felt that he was a little lax.

But Jeddah didn't have a day off and practiced his marksmanship every day.

The road to becoming the 'No. 1 Warrior of Saibei' may be tortuous and dangerous, but every time Jeddah takes a step forward, he feels the happiness of getting closer to his ideals. In contrast, I have been a little muddy and decadent recently.

Looking for the young lady, but there are no clues.

My father was about to go into danger, but he couldn't do anything about it.

For a while, Yang Shouwen felt that he was too useless, and he was even more ashamed of his slackness during this time.

This night, Yang Shouwen had insomnia.

He tossed and turned on the couch until dawn.

At dawn, a torrential rain came.

Yang Shouwen got up from the couch, put on a piece of clothing, and ran down from the stairs barefoot.

He ran to Jeddah's room first, only to see that it was neatly organized. Gilda's bag and the big gun he had been holding for a moment were gone. Yang Shouwen said badly, then turned around and rushed into the rain.

Passing through the porch, he came to the front yard.

Gilda led the horse, carrying a package and a poncho, and came out of the stable, holding the big gun.

"Big brother!"

Yang Shouwen shouted, and Jeddah stopped.

He waved his hand at Yang Shouwen and motioned for Wu Enqi to open the courtyard door.

"Big brother, such a heavy rain, will you go again tomorrow?"

But Jeddah didn't seem to hear it, and led his horse out of the courtyard gate.

Yang Shouwen rushed to the gate again, stood on the steps, watched Jeddah move the saddle and stirrups in the heavy rain, and turned over to straddle the back of the axe.

He gestured at Yang Shouwen and said, "Brother, don't keep me anymore."

I was afraid that you would keep me, so I got up early in the morning. You don't have to worry about me, I'll take care of myself. But you have to take care, the mind of the Central Plains people is very complicated, you should always pay attention to it, and don't let your guard down.

And also. Remember to practice martial arts. Don't slack off.

Power is also good. No matter how famous it is, it is more reliable than not having a gun in your hand.

I'm gone, and I'll definitely come back to see you when I'm done...... At that time, I would be angry if you didn't improve.

"Big brother, wait a minute."

Yang Shouwen shouted, turned around and ran into the courtyard.

At this time. Many people in Tongma Mo have already woken up and are surprised to see this scene.

The black girl hurriedly ran to the backyard and informed Yang Chenglie and Yang. She didn't know what happened to Yang Shouwen and Jeddah.

Yang Shouwen ran out with a bag of Qingping tunes, and despite the heavy rain, he walked down the steps to Jeddahma.

"Big brother, bring the wine.

Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west. I know the big brother doesn't like to eat and drink, but take it with him. You will remember that there is another brother in the Central Plains who is looking forward to your return. ”

Abth Gida's eyes are red!

He took the sac and pulled the stopper. Grunting into the sac is a big mouthful.

However, he did not know how to drink, so much so that this large sip of wine made him cough violently. Tears flowed down her cheeks with the rain. He plugged the sac and placed it on the back of the Turkic horse beside him.

Reaching out and wiping the rain on his face, he smiled and gestured: The wine is very good, of course I will remember that my brother is in the Central Plains.

Take care, son!

Then, as soon as he urged his crotch to dismount, he went straight away.

Yang Shouwen turned sideways to get out of the way, watching Jeddah's back disappear into the alley in the rain, but for some reason he felt extremely sad.

The days of acquaintance with Jeddah are not long, adding up to less than a year.

But in less than a year, he and Jeddah have experienced so much together.

The bloody battle in Changping was pursued by Rao Le for thousands of miles. They plundered the gifts given to the Turks by the earthquake kingdom in the steppe, and even killed countless horse thieves. Heading south from Youzhou, they captured the murderer in Pingjiao; On Guangwu Mountain in Xingyang, they fought against the Assassins together.

All along, Jeddah has been like Yang Shouwen's shadow, silently guarding behind him.

Now that he was leaving, Yang Shouwen felt extremely painful.

Tears rolled in his eyes, and he stood in the rain a little lost. At this time, Yang Chenglie came over and came to Yang Shouwen's side with an oil-paper umbrella.

"Son, Jeddah is trying to be strong, he pursues his goals, you should be happy."

"I'm happy, but I don't know what's going on, I just feel uncomfortable."

Yang Shouwen pretended to wipe away the rain and wiped the tears off his face.

He took a deep breath, turned to look at Yang Chenglie, and said with a forced smile: "Dad, you don't have to worry about me, I'm just a little uncontrollable for a while." Respectively or something, I hate it the most! No wonder the eldest brother wants to sneak on the road. ”

"Hehe, he's already on the road, you have to work hard."

"The child understands."

"By the way, I'm leaving tomorrow, don't show me this little childish anger again."

"Father, are you leaving? Where to? ”

"I didn't tell you that the third day of the fifth month is the day of the Master's death, and I am going to go to his grave.

I will set off tomorrow, and it will take at least one day to reach Zhongnan Mountain, and I will arrive on the first day of the fifth month. Then I will fast at the foot of the mountain for one day, and on the third day of the fifth month, I will go up to the mountain to worship. Then, I'm going to Chang'an to visit the high sacrificial wine. ”

"What?"

"Erlang has also reached the age of going to school, and Gao Saijiu is his father-in-law, and he has said several times that he wants him to go to Chang'an to study."

"Oh!"

Yang Shouwen nodded.

The high sacrificial wine that Yang Chenglie said is the former Zhaozhou Thorn Shi Gao Rui, and now the official worships the country's sacrificial wine.

It's just that he stays in Chang'an most of the time and rarely comes to Luoyang. Although Shendu is good, to some extent, it is still weaker than Chang'an in terms of status. Chang'an is the center of the world in this era......

Dad is going to be a shaman in Zhongnan Mountain, and Erlang is going to Chang'an to study.

The eldest brother has embarked on the journey to become a strong man, and he seems to be still doing nothing.

This made Yang Shouwen feel more or less ashamed, he returned to the room, changed his clothes, and sat at the desk in a daze.

Everyone has something to do, so what should they do?

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The next day, Yang Chenglie also left Tongma Mo.

But this time he left, not alone. Maybe it's been too long since I've been with my dad. Yang Qingnu pestered Yang Chenglie. I had to go with him. on this. Yang Chenglie naturally couldn't refuse. He actually misses his daughter very much.

It's just that the green slaves follow, and they need to be taken care of.

So Yang Shouwen asked the Turkic slave girls in the family to follow Yang Chenglie, and at the same time, Yang Congyi and Zhao Bin accompanied them with four old soldiers.

"I'm just a common man now, and I'm not a businessman with a lot of money, what are I doing with so many people?"

"Dad, you are now the father of the famous Yang Qingzhi, and this identity is very remarkable.

Bring a few people, and you can also make a strong noise. Outsiders saw it. I will also look up twice. It's called packaging, and you listen to me. ”

Yang Chenglie was speechless.

But he finally listened to Yang Shouwen's persuasion, took eight slaves, and left Luoyang with Yang Qingnu.

The day after he left Luoyang, Zheng Lingzhi returned from Xingyang.

He brought the news, saying that Zheng Jingsi wanted Zheng Qian to go back to Xingyang, after all, counting the days, Zheng Qian had more than 40 days to go out.

Zheng Qian left, and Tong Ma Mo became more deserted!

Midsummer is coming. The weather is getting hotter.

After two days of sluggishness, Yang Shouwen regained his vitality.

He decided. Started writing "Three Kingdoms".

You must know that he once promised Li Guo to write a story about the righteous brothers for him. So, what better story could be more exciting than "Three Kingdoms"? Moreover, he has a hunch that his days in Luoyang will not be too much!

On the third day of the first month of May, it is estimated that Yang Chenglie has climbed Zhongnan Mountain.

Yang Shouwen sat alone in the study and copied "Three Kingdoms" from memory.

Dayu has been crazy outside for a few days and finally comes back. It perches on a large tree in the courtyard and seems to be a little unsuitable for the hot climate of the Central Plains. The four Wukong brothers are playing in the backyard, and now they are getting stronger and stronger.

Xiao Jin squatted on the porch, looking at January, who was taking a nap, looking very quiet.

Yang Jasmine was napping on the side, and Yang was sitting in the living room doing needlework, and the whole Tong Ma Mo was shrouded in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

"Three Kingdoms", it's not easy to write!

Yang Shouwen looked at "Three Kingdoms", and constantly copied out the familiar characters in it to cover his later writing.

Just as he was watching with relish, Fei Fugui walked in from the front yard.

"Is Aaron here?"

He walked into the living room and asked in a low voice.

Yang pointed upstairs, and Fei Fugui went up the stairs.

"Fugui, is there something wrong?"

"Ah Lang, there is a person outside, who calls himself Lu Chengzhi, and says that he has something to ask to see Ah Lang."

Lu Chengzhi?

Yang Shouwen didn't react for a moment, he was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered where this Lu Chengzhi was sacred.

Isn't it Lu Ba, the Lu scholar who once pretended to be Wang He? He actually came to the door himself? Yang Shouwen was surprised.

Putting down the pen, Yang Shouwen got up and stretched.

"Let's go, let's take a look."

He and Fei Fugui came down from upstairs, said hello to Yang, and walked out of the octagonal building.

When the four Wukong brothers saw him come out, they immediately stepped forward and circled around him, shaking their heads and tails, looking intimate.

Yang Shouwen touched their heads one by one, and then walked to the front yard.

When he came to the living room, he saw Lu Chengzhi sitting there, and behind him, there was a young man dressed as a gray-clothed man. The young man was not low, he should be more than six feet, and his face was worried and anxious.

"Mr. Lu, why do you have time to come to my place today?"

Yang Shouwen walked into the living room with a smile, and Lu Chengzhi hurriedly stood up, bowed slightly, and showed an embarrassed expression on his face.

Last time, Yang Shouwen came to visit and invited him to go out of the mountain to help.

Not only did he refuse at that time, but he also had a lot of distrust of Yang Shouwen in his words.

But I didn't expect that after only a few days, I asked to come to the door. This also made Lu Chengzhi feel a little embarrassed, so when Yang Shouwen walked in, he felt embarrassed.

"Young Master Yang, I ......"

"Sit, sit down first." Yang Shouwen looked very enthusiastic, and without waiting for Lu Chengzhi to finish speaking, he blocked his words, and then pressed him on the couch, "I have long wanted to invite Mr. Lu to come to the house as a guest, but I have never had the opportunity." I was thinking that someone would come over to invite me in a few days, but I didn't expect Mr. Lu to come to the door by himself. ”

What does this mean?

Lu Chengzhi opened his mouth and said with a wry smile: "Young Master Yang, there is a way to be fine......

"By the way, I remember that Mr. Lu was full of praise for the Qingping tune I brewed when he was in Changping."

"Uh, yes."

Lu Chengzhi was longing to speak, but was interrupted by Yang Shouwen again.

"It just so happens that when my father came here two days ago, he brought me a new Qingping tune, and I want to ask Mr. Lu to taste it.

It's not a coincidence, if Mr. Lu came over two days earlier, maybe he could still see his father. ”

How do I know he's not here?

Think about what Yang Chenglie did under him for three years, if Yang Chenglie found out, God knows if he will have the same attitude as Yang Shouwen?

However, he also saw it.

Yang Shouwen did this on purpose, obviously in retaliation for his refusal to solicit last time.

Lu Chengzhi felt that things were a little difficult to do.

But this matter, he thought about it, and among the people he knew, it seemed that only Yang Shouwen could help.

He gritted his teeth and just wanted to speak, but saw the gray-clothed guy behind him rush out, and knelt in front of Yang Shouwen.

"Ask Yang Gongzi to be my son-in-law."

This kneeling, leveraged, Yang Shouwen felt distressed when he heard it.

He was stunned for a moment, looked at the little guy, and then looked at Lu Chengzhi, meaning to say: Mr. Lu, what does this mean?

"Guo Sixteen, you get up and speak first."

Lu Chengzhi smiled bitterly, got up and helped the little guy up.

"Young Master Yang, I really have no choice, I can only ask Gongzi for help after thinking about it."

Since Lu Chengzhi had already made his words clear, Yang Shouwen naturally didn't want to continue to make things difficult, so he asked, "Mr. Lu has something to say slowly."

By the way, he asked me to be his son-in-law, which one? ”

"Speaking of his son-in-law, Yang Gongzi also recognizes it."

"Who?"

"Do you remember that before the General Immortal Association, someone wrote a poem with the title of the Peony Order?"

Yang Shouwen thought for a while and nodded: "It seems to have some impressions." ”

On the day of the General Immortal Meeting, Yang Shouwen and Wu Zetian were on the bar, and they were always hit by Wu Zetian. But before that, there was a person who stood up and wrote a poem on the theme of peony. That was also the only poem that was not written by Yang Shouwen at the General Immortal Meeting.

"That person, named Guo Shilang, is a disciple of the Guo family in Xianyang."

Lu Chengzhi hesitated, took a deep breath and said: "However, that poem is actually not written by Guo Shilang, but by Sixteen." Sixteen is Guo Shilang's servant, also known as the sword-wielding servant. He's smart-minded, and he's also a bit literate. Guo Shilang also values him very much, but this time, it was also because of Sixteen, which caused a fatal disaster. (To be continued.) )