The Yang family was born in the Yang family of Anyi.

The Yang family of Anyi is also the meritorious family of Dingding, although it is not as good as the five valves, but it is also the family second only to the five valves, and the ancestors of the Yang family were named Anhou and retired with the country. This honor has never been even among the five valves except for the Xuanyuan valve, according to the folk history, Yang Buqi, the ancestor of the Anhou Yang family, is the illegitimate son of the Tang Dynasty Taizu. This rumor has never been denied by the royal family, and it is also a secret at the meritorious level.

When she married into the Xuanyuan family, she was still a sixteen-year-old girl in the flower season, and now fifty-six spring and autumn seasons have passed in her fingers. Although the lady of the valve, who had already become a Xuanyuan valve, had a flowing silver coin in her hand, she always felt unhappy.

The only thing that makes me happy is sitting in front of the mirror and watching my face not age much.

She had four sons and two daughters, one daughter died young, and one son died in battle, which was her biggest pain, every time she thought of this son and a daughter, her heart hurt like a knife hinge.

The second son married a princess, gave birth to a county lord, and lived a life of peace and happiness in Chang'an City, in fact, this is the proton handed over by the Xuanyuan valve to the emperor/country. Thinking about it, the Yang family felt aggrieved again, why did he want his son to be a hostage?

What comforted her was that the daughter born to the second child was very good-looking, not with her ugly princess, but like herself. Every year when she goes to Chang'an, she hugs her second daughter, as if she is looking at her childhood.

The thought drifted away, and then pulled back. After swallowing a sip of the tasteless strong tea, Apricot eyes looked at the little boy sharply, and she broke the silence for the first time: "Come, tell grandma, what's your name?"

The little boy turned his head and looked at her with some disdain, and continued to lower his head and play with his fingers, still not saying a word.

Yang was a little annoyed. This reminded her of the little boy's father, who was the fifth child in the mouth of Grandpa Guo.

In my impression, the fifth child was still a little boy with a runny nose, and he lived in the house with her mother. That goblin made the unsmiling grandfather of the country like a three-year-old child, and smiled so innocently.

Grandpa Guo had never smiled at her like this, and the happier and more innocent she looked at Grandpa Guo's smile, the more her heart hurt, and the more she hated that goblin.

Later, in fact, there was no later. I remember that on the day when the goblin was buried, the grandfather of the country, who was fighting fiercely on the front line, rushed back overnight, and the blood marks on his clothes and armor were not wiped away.

The cannibalistic gaze, the loud slap, when I think of her unconsciously covering it now, the hot pain may not go away for the rest of her life.

The fifth child's name is Xuanyuan Nian, a very gentle, feminine name. This name is not for that goblin, Xuanyuan Nian, who is it pronounced?

As soon as he thought of this, Yang's heart became angular again, and he couldn't help coughing violently. The maid hurriedly came over and carefully beat Yang's back, and another maid brought water and basins for gargling.

Yang pushed away the two maids very angrily, and said with red eyes: "Get out, you don't have to pretend." ”

The maid who was pushed away looked frightened and knelt on the ground again and again to confess.

The little boy no longer played with his fingers or twisted his buttocks, but watched the scene with great interest, only a deeper layer of ridicule in his sad eyes.

Yang waved his hand and told the maid to step back. The rage faded on his face without a trace, as if nothing had happened. She also took out a brocade box from her arms and carefully touched up her face.

While touching up her makeup, she was still looking at the little boy, and she was naturally very angry at the little boy's ridicule. She found that from the first sight of the little boy, she hated it, very much, like his fairy grandmother, hated his wonderful father.

Xuanyuan Nian has been very sensible since he was a child, and whether he is cultivating or leading the army to fight, he has shown extremely strong talent. But when she was out of the house, she was hated by her wife, and her life was not very happy, and she was often beaten and scolded for no reason.

A teenager left Liangzhou and went to Chang'an to study, with a girl by his side, Honghong, who was the little boy's aunt. Later, this young man grew up, a genius boy who was famous all over the world, but he never set foot in this mansion in Liangzhou again. Later, I heard that he was in love with a genius girl of the demon clan, and Grandpa Guo burned down the study in anger.

Later, Yang saw the little boy and wanted his nasty father to follow her fairy grandmother West. But God doesn't have long eyes, why didn't he take this nasty little boy away and send it to his eyes.

When I thought of it, Grandpa Guo said before leaving: "Don't let him be wronged." Yang's heart ached faintly, is this what he is warning himself? For whom is everything he has done? For himself? Everything he has paid and all the infamy he has borne is not for this family, for you Xuanyuan Valve.

If that goblin doesn't die, I'm afraid you, Xuanyuan Wuji, are still addicted to the land of gentleness, how can you make a career on the battlefield? If that goblin doesn't die, and the young man doesn't leave home, maybe Xuanyuan will stage a great battle. Where is today's peace, brothers, friends, brothers, and brothers, all peace, all of which are your own merits, but why do you turn a blind eye?

Yang looked at the young man aggrievedly, and said coldly, expressing his unhappiness. He said, "What did Grandma ask you about just now? You can't be so rude. ”

The little boy seemed to be tired of playing with his fingers, leaned back on the Taishi chair, fell asleep, and exhaled slowly.

Yang was really angry, and was angered by the little boy, and patted the tea case and said, "It's so uneducated." ”

The little boy was taken away by a serious old grandmother, this was the first time the little boy met the titular grandmother, the scene was a little weird, the exchange was very unpleasant, and both parties left a bad impression.

The old grandmother who took him away, people called her Granny Rong, and called the old witch behind her back, she was an old man who had been married by the Yang family. From the first time the little boy saw Granny Rong, he called out to the old witch in his heart.

Granny Rong locked the little boy in a dark room and laughed twice: "Little master, you have annoyed Madame." Madame said that you are too uneducated, let the slave and maid discipline you well. ”

The little boy walked into the dark room, and looked at the leather whips, bamboo feats, long needles, small short sticks and other things in the room with some curiosity, without the slightest fear.

Granny Rong was a little curious, and took out a set of needles from the shelf, of different lengths, a total of five. She smiled grimly, revealing a mouthful of wide yellow fangs that emitted a stench that soared to the sky.

The little boy turned around, his eyes still clear, as if he had not been polluted by the slightest earthly pollution. Under this clear gaze, Granny Rong was a little timid. That's right, stage fright. He remembered that more than ten years ago, he was also in this small dark room, on the orders of his wife, when he punished another teenager, and he was also in this mood.

"It's the same as your dead daddy. Granny Yung muttered and put the needle back on the shelf.

"You angered Madame, and according to the family rules of the Xuanyuan family, you were punished not to eat for a day. Granny Rong dropped this sentence and left, closing the door of the house and locking it. The already dark room is even darker.

The little boy didn't mind, but he felt that the room was a little dark, so he must have looked at it, wiped it with two fingers, and lit a small flame on his index finger. Hold this flame and light up everything in the house, looking for something combustible.

He could easily make a flame, but he couldn't keep it on for long. Eventually, he chose a few cases with messy pieces of paper on them. There were crooked words written on the paper, and there were red handprints.

The paper soon emitted a cheerful tongue of fire, and the little boy knew that it would not be long to burn, so he brought a bamboo whip and a leather whip, and the flame was lit up. He also moved it into a chair, and in the end even a few cases were ignited.

Under this bright flame, everything in the house can be seen at a glance.

Not long after Mama Rong left, she received a report from a maidservant that the torture room was on fire. When Mama Rong heard this, she was afraid of her thighs, and ran over with a smoke.

When she ran to the torture room, she saw black smoke billowing out, and the entire torture room, along with the three surrounding houses, was on fire, and the flames were raging.

Mama Rong's eyes were a little black, and she couldn't erase the indifferent eyes of Grandpa Guo and the sky-high evil aura in her head.

"Fight the fire! Quickly put out the fire! The little master is inside. ”

Mama Rong shouted weakly, and there were already handymen carrying buckets to put out the fire.

In this panic, people were surprised to see a little boy walking out of the fire very calmly, and his clothes were not dusty. At this moment, people all stopped, dumbfounded. The little boy seemed to be born from the flames, as if he were the son of God sent by heaven.