Yang Yong was stunned for a moment, how could he think that his son was his old. Son, he has to listen to this little ancestor for everything.

However, Yang Xiaoyu was able to rely on his own ability to be promoted from a five-rank petty official to the deputy commander of Jinyiwei, which shows that his vision in officialdom is extremely old-fashioned.

As a father, Yang Yong has long experienced this.

"Father prepares some gifts for Old Master Fang, and the child will leave early tomorrow morning!" Yang Xiaoyu felt that there was less and less talk between him and Yang Yong, so he immediately stood up and stretched, dropped a sentence, turned around and walked out of the hall.

In the hall, Yang Yong watched his son walk out with a grin, his eyebrows raised angrily, and he couldn't wait to stand up and reprimand this little rabbit cub fiercely.

However, a year ago he could reprimand his son, and a year later, his son was a vassal in the same court as him, with a slightly lower official position than him, but no weaker power than him.

He just wanted to reprimand, but he couldn't speak.

A spring face. Yang Xiaoyu, who was proud, walked out of the hall and hurriedly came to his small courtyard.

After leaving for more than half a year, his yard was neatly tidied up, and the room was spotless, which showed that Mrs. Fang and Yang Yong still remembered him.

Liu Zihua stayed in Yang Xiaoyu's room, her heart was entangled, she was not a woman who had never seen the world, from the moment she walked into the gate of Yang's mansion, she knew that this was a wealthy family, not an ordinary rich businessman's family.

She is a dusty woman, and she actually stepped into the family mansion from the main entrance, which has to be said to be a miracle.

Yang Xiaoyu returned to the room, ordered the kitchen to prepare meals, and asked the maid to bring Liu Zihua a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, so that she could write poems and lyrics to her heart's content.

Song of the Qinhuai River. Prostitutes must not only have the appearance of flowers and moons, but also have a high literary accomplishment.

Liu Zihua can be famous, not only because she has a face that captivates the city and the country, but because she has many songs. Prostitutes don't have talent.

Otherwise. Beauty alone. color, she is unlikely to be famous in the Qinhuai River.

After all, the people who go to Qinhuai River are some literati, and they all have beautiful wives and concubines at home. Floor hook bar.

The literati married at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and although he was physically satisfied, he was very lacking in spiritual satisfaction.

At this time. A woman in the city, Xiao Fengyue, knows poetry, strokes the piano and sings, her beauty. Her lust and talent were passed on by good deeds, ten, hundred, and thousand, and her name gradually became the object of mutual pursuit and comparison among literati.

Yang Xiaoyu went to bed. couch, pull the quilt and cover your body. After a while, Liu Zihua, who was writing some poems in front of the table, asked, "Do you know a man surnamed Shen?" ”

Liu Zihua was brewing poetry, and when she heard Yang Xiaoyu's question, Ying Ying got up and replied inexplicably: "I don't know the concubine!" ”

Yang Xiaoyu nodded slightly, when he was bored just now, many things suddenly rolled out of his mind. If you look closely, it turns out to be the memory material in your mind.

Liu Zihua. Jinling people's name, Nanjing's name. A prostitute, who once befriended a famous man surnamed Shen.

Although it was just such a little thing, Yang Xiaoyu smiled bitterly. The prostitute can be famous for hundreds of years, which shows how talented she is.

"What do you want to do in the future?" Yang Xiaoyu was extremely bored. Turning over to look at Liu Zihua, he asked casually.

Liu Zihua's face flashed with a smile, she used to fantasize about a handsome and dashing literati to redeem her, but the literati lingered. Lou, most of them are here to find comfort. Who would risk the ruin of fame to ransom her?

Later, the businessman surnamed Huang grinded hard and said a lot of good things, offered to redeem her, and let her live on the edge of the West Lake forever, accompanied by green mountains and green waters, who knew that in less than half a year, the businessman surnamed Huang handed her to Yang Xiaoyu.

Although Yang Xiaoyu gave her back her free body, she knew very well that Yang Xiaoyu would never let her go.

Ask her what she wants to do in the future?

Liu Zihua thought for a while, and sighed faintly: "The concubine doesn't know what to do!" ”

If there is no pursuit in life, it is equivalent to a dead corpse.

Some people seek fame and fortune, some seek power, and some pursue a carefree life.

Yang Xiaoyu is the same as ordinary people, he also has pursuits, but the things he pursues are not dared to be thought of by ordinary people.

"Have a good rest in the afternoon, and tomorrow I will take you to meet the literary Taishan Fang Congzhe!" Yang Xiaoyu smiled slightly, avoiding this topic.

Liu Zihua's beautiful eyes showed a hint of eagerness, Fang Congzhe is a master of literature, his poetry is highly sought after by scholars, if you can see him, it is really a blessing in life.

Yang Xiaoyu didn't say anything more, and asked Liu Zihua to continue writing poetry, while he turned around and went to sleep.

Early in the morning of the second day.

The weather suddenly cleared, with white clouds floating in the blue sky, and the sky was blue.

Early in the morning, Mrs. Fang asked the guards in the palace to prepare the carriage, carry many gifts, dress neatly, and drape the big open of the wife on her shoulders.

"Young master, Madame has been waiting for a long time!"

Outside the door, the guards knocked on the door to report.

Yang Xiaoyu couldn't hold back last night and hugged Liu Zihua for many trips. matter, at this time, his sleepy eyes were clouded, and he yelled unhappily: "What is the noise, and then the young master cut off your ears" After speaking, he continued to sleep with the beauty in his arms.

The guards were bored, so they could only return to Mrs. Fang, and the young master hadn't gotten up yet.

Mrs. Fang missed her mother's house for a long time, and finally waited for Yang Xiaoyu to go to Fang's house, she waited for a long time early in the morning, and urged her son several times, but who knew that her son had not gotten up yet, and she was angry and took a group of maids to Yang Xiaoyu's yard.

Without waiting for the maids to knock on the door, she pushed the door straight in.

Bed. On the couch, Yang Xiaoyu hugged Liu Zihua and fell asleep bare-chested.

When Mrs. Fang saw her son like this, she was angry, and said angrily: "You are still a member of the third grade of the imperial court, you are not even as good as a Xu official."

"Mother, what are you arguing about, hurry up and close the door, and the child will get up!" Yang Xiaoyu opened his eyes and saw Mrs. Fang standing in front of the door and scolding him angrily.

Mrs. Fang turned around angrily, closed the door of the room, and secretly said in her heart: If there is a father, there must be a son.

Yang Xiaoyu got up and dressed, asked the maid to take a yellow dress for Liu Zihua, and after freshening up, he ordered the guards to go to the city to find Zhou Heguang and others.

By the time he had packed everything, he was already on the third day.

This is more than 100 miles to Deqing, half a day can be reached by horseback, and it takes as much as a day to take a carriage.

Mrs. Fang prepared two carriages of gifts, and she took another one, and brought dozens of maidservants, dressed as noble ladies.

Yang Xiaoyu could only smile bitterly, and when Zhou Heguang and the others rushed to the gate of Yang's mansion with the horses, he took the horses to escort Mrs. Fang's carriage out of the city.

He deliberately put Liu Zihua's carriage behind, just to prevent Mrs. Fang and Liu Zihua from being alone, lest Mrs. Fang know Liu Zihua's life experience and come to teach him a lesson.

Who knows, Mrs. Fang has been eyeing Liu Zihua since she went out, and pulled Liu Zihua into her car.

Fortunately, before leaving the house, he told Liu Zihua not to say that she was Qin Huaige. The identity of a prostitute. (To be continued......)