Tianbo Gate, on the north shore of West Lake.

The gatehouse with the plaque of Yang Mansion stands here.

On the exercise ground, Yang Huaiyu knelt under the stage, biting his lower lip, with a stubborn and resolute expression.

Yang Wenguang was dressed in a python robe, standing on the platform like a white ash gun, and his face in the middle of the year still had a handsome appearance, but more of the majestic and solemn atmosphere cultivated in the army all year round made people feel chilled at a glance.

In the exercise ground, 300 upright private soldiers were holding swords and shields, and they were practicing seriously, and none of them squinted at the depressed little family master.

It wasn't until three poles in the morning that Yang Wenguang ordered the heralds to retreat, and the backyard prepared the soldiers' meals, which ended today.

His gaze swept over his son, who was still kneeling on one side, and said in a tone without sadness or joy: "If you like to kneel, go to the Xiaoyan Temple to kneel, and let the ancestors of my Yang family see what you look like now!" ”

Yang Huaiyu got up silently, bowed and clenched his fists, and said softly: "Thank you father for your success, my son is gone." ”

After saying that, he patted the dirt under his knees and entered the middle courtyard.

Today's atmosphere in Yang's Mansion is extremely heavy, and many maids and family members dare not breathe, for fear of touching this high-pressure atmosphere and causing a violent storm.

Yang Huaiyu was open-minded, and entered the Xiaoyan Temple along the corridor, and would laugh casually when he met the maids who traveled in groups.

"Chunmei, have you eaten at noon? Is my grandmother in the ancestral shrine? ”

The maids lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at Yang Huaiyu, but the soft voice of the faint mosquito and fly should be.

Yang Huaiyu laughed, strode into the Xiaoyan Temple, and was greeted by a thick stick that rushed straight to the door.

He has been practicing martial arts all year round, and because he has mastered the first layer of health regimen, his reaction speed is far beyond the reach of others.

His right hand was raised and grabbed the stick like an afterimage, but he found that even he was powerless than the strength contained in it, so he had to bend down and lean down to avoid it.

However, as soon as he made a move, his toes were gently hooked, and he immediately lost his balance and fell to his knees with a pop.

"Grandma!"

Yang Huaiyu's voice was mixed with a little grievance.

In the ancestral hall behind the patio, Mu Guiying, who was kneeling quietly on the futon, picked up the dragon's head and knocked on the ground, making a dull knocking sound.

"Huaiyu, did your father ask you to come to me again?" Mu Guiying's eyes raised slightly, turned his head to look at his grandson who was put down by his guards, and asked.

"It's still my grandmother who understands my dad!" Yang Huaiyu exclaimed.

"Hey......" Mu Guiying got up from the ground, sat on the Taishi chair, and looked at his very favorite grandson angrily.

She is now over sixty years old, her body is not as good as before, she often has backache and leg pain, and she has long passed her youth.

"What are you trying to do to make your dad angry this time?"

Yang Huaiyu's eyes rolled and said, "My grandson wants to be an actor, but my father won't let me!" ”

"Acting... ......"

Mu Guiying was puzzled: "Is this a Raush thing?" The old body has never heard of it, do you know about it? ”

The soldiers under her command are all veterans of a hundred battles, and the bloody hands who flow from the sea of corpses and blood are slaughtered, and it is just ordinary to describe them as killing people without blinking.

However, at this moment, several people were also confused by the second monk, looking at the little boy for some reason, and motioned for him to answer by himself.

"This ...... It is a new type of drama invented by His Royal Highness the Immortal Sect Daozi, and the so-called actor is to stage a performance and play the person in the play for the people to watch. ”

Mu Guiying frowned slightly, and interrupted coldly: "So, it's a play?" ”

"This ...... The same can be said. Yang Huaiyu bowed and said, "Grandma, my Yang family has gone back on its word, and now is the right time to mend the relationship between the two sides." As the grandson of the Yang Mansion, I voluntarily insulted the lintel to take the position of this actor, which will definitely show the determination of my Yang family to accept the Immortal Sect, so that Daozi will abandon his previous suspicions and the two families will be reconciled. ”

"You know it's an insult to the lintel!!"

Mu Guiying said angrily: "It's a shame that you are embarrassed to say such rebellious words in front of your ancestors and ancestors, no wonder your father wants to punish you for kneeling, you roll over to the old body, kowtow and pray for the ancestors to forgive you for this unworthy descendant!" ”

Yang Huaiyu made a bitter face, did not say a word, and kowtowed to the ancestors of the Yang family and the ancestors firmly, and said something in his mouth: "Ancestors, it is not that Huaiyu is not filial." It is really at this critical autumn of survival, if you want to save the bloodline of my Yang Mansion, you must come up with this dangerous move. can resolve the difficulty, or there may be more opportunities to make my Yang family go to the next level. ”

Mu Guiying watched coldly, and only after he finished kowtowing one by one did he accept his angry expression and said, "Get out, go and be your actor!" If you make Daozi happy and recuperate my body for the old body, I still have to worry about you! ”

Yang Huaiyu was happy at first, and then said with a sad face: "Grandma, my grandson knows that you will agree, you are different from my father's old stubbornness, you know that you have to be flexible in life and work." ”

Listening to Yang Huaiyu praising herself, Mu Guiying instinctively gave birth to a trace of defensiveness.

Sure enough, what the kid said next began to make her angry.

"You also know that Daozi is angry with my family's inconsistent attitude, saying that if my family has a heart of repentance, it must have an elder to come forward to resolve this difficulty.

Although Sun Er is a person who can pull down his face, and he is not afraid of being ridiculed by others, he is helpless and soft-spoken, and he can't impress Daozi.

It is because the ancestors still need to come forward to see the side of Daozi, so that I can recommend myself as an actor, so that Daozi will no longer complain about my family. ”

Mu Guiying angrily threw a cane, glared at Yang Huaiyu fiercely, shook his head and sighed: "My old face, sooner or later I will be lost by your two fathers and sons!" ”

"Your father lost face, can't he let him admit his mistakes to others? Do you have to come to the old body to come up and beg for mercy from others? ”

Having said that, she still instructed her subordinates to prepare chariots and horses and go to the Xishan Hall of Eternal Life.

Yang Wenguang was taken aback when he heard the report of his subordinates, and hurriedly came out to stop him.

"Mother, why is that?"

He stood next to the yellow horse, looked at Yang Huaiyu who was riding a high-headed horse with a proud face, and moved his eyes to Mu Guiying in the carriage, with a puzzled look on his face.

"The child wants you to teach Huaiyu a lesson, how can you ...... How did you agree to this bastard boy's request?! ”

Mu Guiying's face was indifferent, and he ordered left and right: "Wang Er, pull your ears!" ”

"Yes! Mother of the House! ”

A soldier stepped forward and listened to the order, and when he heard the words, he grabbed Yang Wenguang's ears and held on to them.

This middle-aged man in his fifties was flushed, but he didn't dare to resist at all, and he quietly listened to his mother reprimand him with pain.

"Yang Wenguang, you are still a father in vain, and your vision of things is not as clear as your son! My Yang family will not go to Xishan to bear the guilt of Jing, and the family will be destroyed that day, I am afraid that you will be kept in the dark! ”

"This ......!" Yang Wenguang was struck by lightning and muttered to himself: "It's just a slight misunderstanding, so it won't be like this, right?!" ”

"Not really? Hum! Mu Guiying snorted coldly, her face was gloomy, and her eyes showed a little inexplicable meaning Looking out of the carriage window, she looked at the huge Bianliang Capital and muttered: "Killing chickens and making an example of monkeys-"

"Who made Huaiyu a blessed one of the immortals in the twenty-two streams and mountains. Later, I visited the rest of the people's homes and found that my family was really the most suitable sacrifice for the monkey! ”

"You don't know how many days and nights I can't sleep in my old body, for fear that someone will break down and destroy my house in my dream!"

"Even if there is no Huaiyu to invite, I plan to personally visit the door to make amends to Daozi after some time!"