In the first year of civilization, Chen Ziang took the third imperial examination, and he was a jinshi and a first.

It was in this year that Yang Chenglie left Junzhou with Yang Shouwen, who lost his mother and was stupid, and came to Changping.

Counting the time, the two have not seen each other for 18 years.

The last time the two met was in the Youzhou Governor's Mansion in Jixian County.

However, it was too hasty at that time, and Zhang Renyuan, the governor of Youzhou, had just taken office, and Chen Ziang, who was the right remnant of the prison army, assisted him in stabilizing the situation. And Yang Chenglie was also busy with official business at that time, so that the two reunited in a hurry and parted in a hurry.

After that, Yang Chenglie and Chen Ziang never saw each other again.

More than half a year passed, until the beginning of the month, Chen Ziang suddenly sent someone to deliver a letter, saying that he was looking for Yang Chenglie to admire the moon.

A long drought is a nectar, and a foreign country meets a hometown.

There are four joys in life, and this reunion between Yang Chenglie and Chen Ziang can also be regarded as one of them.

It's just that I don't know why, Yang Shouwen always feels that Chen Ziang is a little weird.

Since he and Yang Chenglie are old, they haven't had any contact for more than half a year, but they suddenly came to Changping for a party?

And this period of time is an eventful time in Changping, which is too much of a coincidence.

Although Chen Ziang said that he would leave Youzhou in a few days and return to his hometown of Shehong in Zizhou to keep filial piety for his father, he resigned and did not do it. But Yang Shouwen still can't feel at ease. His intuition told him that Chen Ziang must have had other purposes when he came to Changping.

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On August 14, a bright moon was in the sky.

Although it is not yet the Mid-Autumn Festival, on Hugu Mountain, it seems that the atmosphere of the full moon has been touched.

Yang Chenglie may have been too happy, he drank a lot of wine in the afternoon, but he didn't even eat dinner, and went straight to the couch drunk.

Chen Ziang's situation was better, and he showed his face at dinner.

"Big brother, this Mr. Chen is a little weird."

After dinner, Yang Rui secretly found Yang Shouwen and pulled him to a secluded place.

Yang Shouwen said: "Mr. Chen is a good friend of Daddy, why do you say that?" ”

"No, I'm not saying he's bad, I'm just saying ...... Big brother, you don't know. Just now, Mr. Chen pulled me by the hand and kept asking me about what happened here that night. He also asked me about the fang, asked me about the fang, and asked me if I had noticed anything special...... Anyway, I think he's a little out of sorts. ”

Yang Rui doesn't seem to like Chen Ziang very much, and he didn't like it from the beginning.

He is a very proud person, but after seeing Chen Ziang, Yang Rui knew what arrogance was.

It is a kind of arrogance that even if you are kind and smiling, you will still show disdain in your words.

For this kind of person, Yang Rui doesn't know how to face it.

In terms of fame, Chen Ziang is famous all over the world, and a song of Dengyouzhou has spread all over China, how can a hairy boy like him be compared? In terms of background, although Chen Ziang is not a famous family, even those wealthy nobles will not slack off.

In terms of official position, Chen Ziang is the right picker, supervising the military of Youzhou.

And what about him......

In the face of such an uncle who crushed him in all directions, Yang Rui did not dare to express it easily, no matter how dissatisfied he was.

Yang Shouwen smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Erlang don't have to think about it, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone still has a lot of things to do, so let's go to bed early."

"Hmm!"

Yang Rui only complained to Yang Shouwen, but in fact, he couldn't find anyone to talk to. Although Yang Shouwen is not much older than him, sometimes Yang Rui feels that his brother may be more reliable than his biological father.

The night is getting thicker and thicker.

After nightfall in the mountains, the clouds and mist shrouded the entire Little Maitreya Temple.

It may have been that they were all tired, and everyone went to bed early shortly after dark. From the direction of the meditation room, there was a burst of snoring, and the small Maitreya Temple could be said to be quiet, without any sound.

Yang Shouwen was lying on the meditation bed, suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and got off the meditation bed.

Bodhi, who was lying at the door, was awakened and stood up with a sigh.

Yang Shouwen shrugged lightly, signaled Bodhi not to move, and then walked lightly to the window and pushed it open.

It started to rain outside.

The rain was not too heavy, lingering and silent.

Yang Shouwen turned over and jumped out of the window, and Bodhi immediately lay down, but the eyes with a ghostly light loomed in the darkness.

The temple was empty.

The temperature dropped again after nightfall, coupled with the falling drizzle, Yang Shouwen immediately felt an inexplicable chill.

He looked around, and when he was sure that no one was there, he walked through the courtyard like a civet cat and hid under the shed where the firewood was stacked.

"Who!"

A deep voice came from the darkness, followed by a flash of cold light, like the cold glow of a weapon.

Yang Shouwen didn't say a word, and pressed his backhand on the handle of the knife.

Without waiting for him to answer, a person came out of the darkness and let out a soft breath, "Son, why haven't you slept yet?" ”

"Daddy?"

Yang Shouwen couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw the man clearly.

It turned out that the person hiding in the shed turned out to be his son Yang Chenglie.

Yang Chenglie pulled Yang Shouwen to hide behind the pyre, and then asked viciously: "What are you doing when you run out in the middle of the night?" ”

Unexpectedly, Yang Chenglie's words caused Yang Shouwen to chuckle.

"Daddy will do whatever he comes."

"What do I do?"

"Hey, hey!"

Yang Shouwen pretended to smile mysteriously, making Yang Chenglie speechless for a while.

He put away the short knife and said softly, "You think I really ate too much wine?" Hmph, let me tell you, your son and I may not be as talented as that guy, but my heart and eyes are no less than him. If not, how could your aunt choose me back then? ”

As he spoke, Yang Chenglie laughed twice, then turned his head and stopped talking.

Looking at his father's back, Yang Shouwen's eyes unconsciously narrowed into a line.

Who said Yang Seungyeol was a rough man?

Daddy, don't look at the usual babbling, it seems that he doesn't have any heart, but in fact?

An outsider, he has been a county lieutenant in Changping for ten years, and he is as stable as Mount Tai. It's not an easy task! The regional concept of the Tang Dynasty was very strong, even more serious than that of later generations. But the people of Changping County don't seem to have any rejection of Yang Chenglie, just in this regard, it is not a person who has no heart and eyes can do it.

Yang Chenglie's Changping accent, which is almost indistinguishable from the locals, is by no means a linguistic talent.

It is conceivable that when he first came to Changping, he probably put in a lot of effort. It is precisely because of this that Changping will accept him as he is now.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a sentence came to Yang Shouwen's mind: Life in the world depends on acting skills!

This sentence is absolutely not abrupt when applied to Yang Chenglie, and even a big bull like Chen Ziang has been deceived by Yang Chenglie.

It seems that you really can't underestimate your own dad in the future.

"Daddy!"

"Huh?"

"There's something I want to ask you."

Yang Chenglie hid behind the firewood stack, but his eyes were fixed on the Zen courtyard.

He said softly: "Son, when it is time to talk about some things, I will naturally tell you. But now, the time is not yet ripe, and even if you ask me, I won't tell you. Telling you now is tantamount to harming you. ”

He said without looking back, and after a pause, he said softly, "Okay, you ask." ”

Yang Shouwen suddenly didn't know what to say, and only after a while did he speak: "Daddy, I just want to ask, why did you come to Changping?" ”

"Where birds don't, do you want to come?"

Yang Chenglie retracted his body and motioned for Yang Shouwen to monitor the outside on his behalf.

He sat down on the ground, sat down in a comfortable position, and said, "I was going to take you back to my hometown Hongnong, but you Ah Weng didn't agree. He found your uncle, and it just so happened that the clan asked for a position as a county lieutenant with Yu Yin. It's just that because Changping is far away from Gyeonggi, my brother didn't want to come, so you asked me to fill the vacancy.

Changping is bitterly cold, and it is located in a remote area, but it is far away from Gyeonggi, even if it is a big enemy of our family, he will not want to find our ......."

When Yang Shouwen heard this, he showed a sudden expression.

Yang Chenglie was born in the Hongnong Yang family, which is a wealthy family in Guanzhong.

If you talk about history, I am afraid that it is not inferior to the five surnames and seven sects, or even more ancient.

Not to mention the far, but the close only to say that Yang Su, one of the nine founding elders of the Sui Dynasty, was born in the Hongnong Yang family. Among the Yang clan, there are no royal relatives and nobles. For example, Yang Su's granddaughter, who later married Li Yuan, but her reputation was not obvious.