Dingyuan Marquis Mansion

Wei Yao, like Bailiji, got up before dawn and practiced archery hard.

Few people know that Wei Ying's archery skills are superb. He can put three feathered arrows on one bowstring, and all of them can hit the bull's-eye. This is Wei Baohu's housekeeping ability, and only Wei Liang and Wei Yao have inherited the two fathers and sons among the children and grandchildren.

Wei Yan held a strong bow in his hand and said to Wei Baohu: "Grandfather, Xie Langjun said that he can throw pots with his left hand. ”

The two grandchildren were dressed in indigo beards, revealing vigorous vitality in the morning light.

"What's so strange about the children of the family who know the art of archery? It's just that he has a disability and can't be both civil and military. Wei Baohu crossed his waist with his big hands, looked at his shoulders a hundred steps away, and said loudly.

Wei Yao took out three feather arrows from the quiver, and said: "Last time I was in Liangzhou City, I used three arrows to scare the city gate, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to open the city gate." There was a hint of triumph in his words.

Wei Baohu's face sank, and he said: "Sigu, your little trick is not worth it at all, besides, as a general, you bullied a small city gate lang, is this a glorious thing?" ”

Wei Yao, who was beaten by Wei Baohu in a few words, was at a loss, and shouted: "Grandfather ......" and hung his head in shame.

"Four drums, you remember, adults don't see villains. The big man has a big mind and can be really convincing. At this point, Xie Langjun is much better than you, you, learn from him. ”

Wei Yan tugged at the corners of his mouth indifferently, and said to himself, "Just his small body, and his mind?" "Xie Jiulang is talented, but Wei Yan didn't see that he had a husband's temperament. Wei Yan even felt that he was too feminine and had no masculinity at all.

"What are you talking about? His physical weakness did not hinder his husband's behavior. If you judge the strength by whether you are strong or not, then the wrestlers can be elegant and tolerant? Wei Baohu shook his head in disappointment, "Sigu, you're still too far behind." ”

Wei Yao knew that Wei Baohu was comparing him to his father Wei Liang.

However, regardless of Wei Wei's comparison with the tiger, Wei Yao also knew that he was not as good as Wei Liang. His father is excellent in literature and martial arts, and even the order guessing boxing is better than ordinary people.

If Wei Liang is alive, the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion will definitely be prominent.

Everything is fate, and everything is up to people.

Wei Baohu looked towards the rising sun in the sky, let out a long breath of turbidity, and said leisurely: "Sigu, you still have a long way to go, walk slowly, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry." "It's all because his forgiveness is too outstanding, covering up Wei Jin's dazzling light.

"Grandfather, the four drums have let you down." Wei Yao deeply felt the hardships and sufferings of the glorious lintel. He carries the future of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion on his shoulders, but he has repeatedly discouraged his grandfather. Wei Wei bowed his head and curled his fingers to pluck the bowstring for a while.

"Four drums, Hugh is going to be arrogant, grandfather has not been disappointed, you have always done a good job. You have to remember to cherish your neighbor as yourself, and it is enough to have a clear conscience in everything. ”

Wei Yan nodded his head repeatedly, "Yes, my grandson has always acted in accordance with my grandfather's teachings, and he can put himself in their shoes when he deploys troops. ”

Wei Baohu slapped Wei Yan's shoulder with his big hand, "It's rare that you can do this!" ”

Under the dazzling sun, Wei Yan's face became more and more handsome and clear, no different from Wei Liang when he was a teenager. Wei Baohu stared at Wei Yao for a moment, and sighed: "It's a pity that you shouldn't get married too early, otherwise, I can also hold my great-grandson." ”

"Why is the eldest husband without a wife, and it is not too late to marry a wife until he becomes famous." Wei Yao's eyes are bright, like a deep sea pearl, dazzling.

The young man's bold words entered Wei Baohu's ears, making him look up and laugh, laughed enough, pointed at Wei Yao with his hand, and quipped: "Four drums, four drums, don't talk too much, if you meet the girl you like, don't leave your achievements behind, and your children's love is gone?" ”

Wei Yao's face was red at what he said, and she muttered in a low voice: "Grandfather, where is the grandson in charge of the marriage, isn't it all the words of the parents?" "There is no media to cooperate with such things, Wei Yao is very disdainful.

Wei Baohu knew Wei Yao's thoughts, but Mr. Gao once criticized Wei Yao, saying that he was angry and would harm his wife and children if he got married too early. What he said spread in the noble circles of Kyoto, and the nobles who raised beautiful girls in the family did not want to marry Wei Jin, for fear that their daughter Jin Gui would not be able to withstand Wei Jin's evil anger and die with a whimper.

Wei Baohu once complained about Mr. Gao, but after thinking about it again, it is not a bad thing to make contributions without distractions. Besides, the marriage is destined, and when the fate that belongs to Wei Yan arrives, everything will be logical.

"You tell your grandfather what kind of girl you like, and your grandfather can know more about you." Wei Baohu intended to inquire about Wei Yan's thoughts. The pampered girl in Kyoto can't get into the eyes of the tiger. The most suitable candidate in his mind is a talented and graceful girl like Zhao Jin. It's a pity that the age of the four drums is too far from Zhao Niangzi, otherwise, Wei Baohu will definitely climb Zhao Jin to marry him.

Wei Baohu rarely talked to Wei Yao about such things, which made his cheeks red and speechless.

The grandson is so pure, and Wei Baohu is comforted. Comfort is comfort, and he is unforgiving, and jokes: "You must like such fairy-looking girls, right?" "With Wei Jin's age, he must be the first to look good.

Wei Yan shook his head again and again, "No! No! The delicate and powerless girl is suitable for the literati who are in the wind and snow all day long. The grandson likes the husband of the female middle school, the heroine, and it would be great if he could go into battle with the grandson to kill the enemy. ”

What Wei Yao said was greatly unexpected by Wei Baohu. He never expected that Wei Yao would be happy with the heroic girl.

This is a bit tricky. Wei Baohu rubbed his palms, frowned, looked embarrassed, and said: "Jiaojiao is easy to find, women are hard to find, my four drums." ”

"The world is so big, there must be people who are loved by the four drums. If you are destined to see it, please ask your grandfather to ask for a marriage for the four drums, okay? "Wei Jin's imaginary wife must be a strange woman in the world who stands side by side with him and is not inferior to her son.

In fact, Wei Yan couldn't be sure if there was really someone who matched his imagination. But in front of Wei Baohu, Wei Yao did not show half of his laziness and discouragement.

"Good! At that time, grandfather will definitely be in charge with you! Wei Baohu secretly pondered that the girl who could satisfy Wei Yao should be behind the door. He sorted out his thoughts and was bent on rushing for Wei Yao's marriage.

Wei Yao didn't know that his grandfather had already made a claim, so he took out three feather arrows with vigor, put them on the string, and just held his breath and aimed at the arrow target, Wei Yao immediately lowered his arm and asked Wei Yaohu: "Grandfather, the little uncle will return to Kyoto soon, right?" ”

Speaking of the unscrupulous old man, Wei Baohu shook his beard and scolded: "The unfilial son has not replied to the letter until now, who knows what happened to him?" ”

Originally, Wei Baohu thought that he had no objection to Wei Jia being a musician, and Wei Jiahe should be grateful, quickly roll back to Kyoto, and kneel in front of the hall to admit his mistake.