"I've seen my uncle." The next day, under the guidance of Yang Shidao, this son came to the study of Yang Xiong, the king of Guande, and this old guy was sitting according to the case, writing hard.

"You can count on you as a virtuous nephew, and the old man will be waiting for you for a long time." Old Man Yang, who had a white beard and white hair, but a ruddy face and full of energy, saw me, put down his pen, waved at me and smiled.

Entering the study, Yang Shidao received the eyes of his father, said hello and flashed straight away, leaving me, a young man, to face this treacherous and cunning King Guande.

"Wuji was too reckless that day, and he felt shameless to see his uncle again, so he ......" After Master Yang walked out of the study, this son apologized for his inappropriate behavior at the birthday banquet of King Guande before. Although this old man looks unpleasant, but in a high position, who is not a scheming master who can stab people with a knife with a smile on his face.

Let's keep a low profile, besides, don't hit the smiling person, I admit my mistake in such a low profile, no matter how much this old guy thinks, it is impossible to turn his face on the spot, otherwise, he would not have passed the word to this son with Yang Shidao that day.

Seeing me like this, Yang Xiong pointed at me with a crying and laughing expression. "You, I said virtuous nephew, you don't come to this set, don't think that the old man is deaf and blind, every move and what you did in the old man's mansion that day, you don't know what the old man is not aware of?"

"Uncle's words are wrong, it is precisely because the Duan Bingbu bullied me too much that Wuji would be angry for a while, and make such a rude act at the birthday banquet." Hearing the old guy's words, I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat, but I still explained with an unchanged face.

"Hehe, if you hadn't heard about what happened before, how could the old man let you toss so much on the old man's birthday banquet?" Yang Xiong stroked his long beard and smiled proudly.

Well, this old guy has the ability and the strength, plus it was his birthday banquet that day, and if he said it, I am afraid that the Son of Heaven will give a little thin noodles, so this old guy is really going to stop me, and I can only stare dryly.

"Virtuous nephew, these days, the old man has been observing you, you are not only talented, but also extraordinary martial arts, not yet sixteen, you can shoot the tiger alone, it is really the only time the old man has seen it in his life......" Yang Xiongkua blushed, well, a little shy, yes, it seems that the rumors are really spreading more and more, but fortunately, it didn't reach this son to stare in the air and kill the tiger, if that happens, this son may not stay here and play with Yang Xiong but was raised by Yang Guang to sneak into the palace, Throw Ben Gongzi into the beast cage and ask me to show him some immortal methods.

"Today's pillar, he will be the pillar of my Great Sui tomorrow." After Yang Xiong praised Ben Gongzi, he made a very sincere conclusion, well, indeed, in another historical time and space, twenty years later, Ben Gongzi will become a generation of celebrities, but not from the Sui Dynasty, but from the Tang Empire.

"A poem about the side plug is even more about the hardships and hardships of the side stopper. This really makes the old man unbelievable, you are so young, but the poem is described as if you have seen the world......"

"Uncle don't want to kill Wuji, Wuji has been studying since he was a child, and naturally he also reads history. I ******** the great enemy since ancient times, and I don't want to take the northern Xinjiang as the most, and I can't wait to mention the three-foot Qingfeng and make a name for myself. Ben Gongzi's face was straight, with an impassioned posture, which was very in line with the image of a hot-blooded young man.

"What a three-foot Qingfeng is a good one, and he has a reputation for immortality. Hehe, it really surprised the old man, I originally thought that the virtuous nephew was just a talent, but I didn't want to, not only did he have archery skills, but also proficient in military strategy. ”

"Well, uncle, you can't praise the wrong person, right? Wuji Wencai is still about to be, this archery method is luck at most, but this strategy, Wuji is really ......" I almost fainted, could it be that this old guy started to run the Guanghan high-speed rail in his mouth under the excitement?

"The military strategy of Hannibal that day you talked about, the old man listened to the teacher's detailed explanation, only to know that outside of China, there are also heroes, and the virtuous nephew you are only sixteen years old, but you can know so much about the famous generals outside of China, and their deeds and military strategies can be told in such detail, if you haven't painstakingly explored the art of war, how can you know?" The old guy gave me a stupid look, as if he thought that Ben Gongzi underestimated the IQ of him, a veteran who had been immersed in the army all his life.

When he said this, I was really a little speechless, and I was also a little complacent, indeed, not only in the past, now, and even in the future, except for the famous generals of the Chinese nation. I know that there are really a lot of Western military strategists and strategists, which is definitely unheard of by Yang Xiong and even everyone in the land of China at present, well, if someone dares to say that he knows who Napoleon is, I will definitely ask this buddy for QQ number and E sister.

Yang Xiong raised his eyebrows proudly, and then beckoned someone to serve some wine and food, that look, which means a small sample, the old man can't cure you if he doesn't believe it. Depend on!

"Come on, come on, today, the old man prepared a little thin wine, but before going to the table, I also asked the virtuous nephew to leave Mobao first, and transcribe the poem to the old man. With this thing, it is also good to relieve the boredom in the old man's army. Yang Xiong served the wine and food, and then pointed to the pen and ink in front of him, which meant that if he wanted to drink, he advanced the food money first.

Think about the fact that my son can sell a folding fan for a hundred dollars, and the old guy will fool me with my calligraphy with such a table of seven or eight dishes and a jar of wine, which really makes my son hate it. Anyway, this son has always been a line of love, besides, what we write is not a ghost painting, maybe after thousands of years, it will become a work of calligraphy art that future generations will regard as a treasure.

Perhaps in the future, the statue of this son will be placed in the museum with the statue of Wang Xizhi, so that Wang Dada and I will continue to exchange calligraphy art with our minds in the future historical time and space.

After writing, he put the pen aside, respectfully took the wine cup brought by the smiling Yang Xiong and thanked him, and drank it all.

Although I have drunk beer for more than ten years in later generations, I still don't think how good beer is, horse urine, the adjective of beer has always been stubbornly imprinted in my heart.

Including the high degree of wine, I can't feel anything good, although I drink a lot of alcohol, a bottle of fifty or sixty degrees of high alcohol Ben Gongzi down, at most it is a dizziness point, and there is no fart at all, which is also an important reason why the town secretary will let me be his secretary.

And the only wine I like to drink is the kind of self-brewed glutinous rice wine, the taste is sweet and sour, and can exude the fragrance of wine, this is my favorite, I don't know how many friends have despised, but I have not changed my original intention, even if it is to follow the leader to drink Moutai often, if anyone asks me what wine is good, I will definitely point to my glutinous rice wine jar.

In ancient times, this kind of wine happened to be not high, not only the aroma of wine, but also mild and palatable, from the wine alone, it made me feel that crossing is not a bad thing.

The old guy doesn't drink badly, and the amount of food is not bad, but the food is relatively light and all vegetarian, which really makes me, a young man who is eating a long meal, very speechless. The old guy killed six bowls of wheat rice in a row, and then he withdrew his hand, and saw that Lao Tzu almost fell to the ground with the wine cup.