retaliate

Chapter 27 Cousin, Old Dog
After raising their arms and shouting, Tang Xiaonian and the three became more affectionate towards Yang Xuan, which made him think of blood as an alliance.

After the ceremony was completed, Yang Xuan asked, "If that's the case, why didn't the Tang Dynasty take action against the weak Nan Zhou?"

Next door to Yuanzhou is Nanzhou, and I often hear news of Nanzhou.In a word: Southern Zhou is weak.

Zhao Guolin, who was sitting on the edge holding Ma Lan, suddenly said, "They have money."

Yang Xuan was puzzled, "The Tang army is sharp..."

"They are rich." Tang Xiaonian said helplessly: "It's not that Datang has never thought of destroying Nan Zhou over the years, but as long as he moves, Nan Zhou will shout at Bei Liao."

"Shout what?"

"Come on, rich!"

Isn't this a savage meal?

As if seeing his thoughts, Tang Xiaonian sighed: "Beilio... poor!"

A picture appeared in Yang Xuan's mind: the Great Tang army set off for the south. The Emperor of the Southern Zhou Dynasty stood on the wall and waved at Bei Liao, "Come on, rich!" Immediately, the ragged Bei Liao Tieqi's eyes turned green, and he began to Gather south...

Tang Xiaonian and others went to recourse, and Yang Xuan went home to earn money.

"Yang Xuan is here."

Just after dinner time, Wang Shun was cleaning up.

Han Ying sat inside, eating hoto in silence.

"There is still in the pot."

Yang Xuan rudely made a big bowl for himself, and started to work after eating.

I don't know when, Han Ying and Wang Shun were already sitting together, looking at Yang Xuan who was working non-stop.

"It's kind of interesting." Han Ying wanted to find a big man with five big and three rough, but he didn't expect a young man to come.

"Four Niangzi, this boy is a student of the Imperial College." Wang Shun licked his lips.

Han Ying sneered: "What about the students of Guozijian? You can't work here to earn money?"

Wang Shun glanced at her, "Fourth Niangzi, you are drooling."

"Nonsense!" Han Ying wiped the corner of her mouth.

For half an hour, the firewood was piled up, and the water tank was full.

Yang Xuan went home.

But he found he couldn't seem to go back.

Standing outside the door was a woman in her 30s with a plump figure.The woman was carrying a burden, her hair was combed meticulously, she raised her head slightly, and rushed towards Xie Gong who was being approached with a sense of arrogance.

"Yang Xuan is here." Xie Gong pointed at Yang Xuan who was in a daze.

who are you?
Just as Yang Xuan was about to ask, the woman dropped her burden and ran over.

"Cousin!"

The plump embrace made Yang Xuan a little uncomfortable. He opened his hand and was stunned.

There was heat in the ears, and there was also a woman's hurried voice, "Call my cousin."

"Biao... cousin." Yang Xuan was bewildered.

But he was tense, ready to strike at any moment.

"Yang Lue!" The woman whispered in his ear.

Yang Xuan's head was buzzing and he was stunned.

The two separated, Xie Gong looked at Yang Xuan enviously, "It turned out to be a relative, okay, okay!"

When he said yes, he glanced at the plump place.

A hand stretched out from the crack of the door behind him and pinched hard on his ass.

Yang Xuan opened the door and the two entered.

The woman turned around, blessed, "Yiniang has seen Lang Jun."

Yang Xuan was startled, "You are..."

The woman raised her head and said respectfully, "Slave is A Lang's maid and has been waiting for Lang Jun's return."

Yang Xuan saw Shuiguang spinning in Yi Niang's eyes.

But he didn't believe it.

Yi Niang took out a letter.

It was Yang Lue's handwriting, and the letter said that Yi Niang was his father's, so just use it with confidence.

Yang Xuan raised his eyes and took a step back, "I don't know this person."

Yi Niang covered her mouth and chuckled, reminding Yang Xuan of the hen on the upper body of the fox spirit.

"Lang-jun is so cautious... Only by being cautious can you do big things, which makes slaves very happy."

She drew a ring from the towering interior.

Yang Xuan saw that it was the one that Yang Lue had been wearing all the time, and the slant marks pulled out by the bowstring on it were exactly the same.

Unless Yang Lue is dead, the ring will not be given to others.

Therefore, Yang Lue is telling him implicitly: Yi Niang deserves the support of life and death.

Yang Xuan was not used to it, "You... do you have a place to live?"

"Giggle!" Yiniang covered her mouth and snickered, her eyes were curved and her coquettish expression revealed, "The slave is here to serve Langjun. Where does Langjun want the slave to live?"

Yi Niang can sweep and cook.

Yang Xuan sat on the steps and stared blankly at Yi Niang, who was busy with her work. It didn't take long for the house to look brand new.

"Lang Jun, eat."

The two sat down, with Yang Xuan taking the lead and Yi Niang sitting on the side.

"Why don't you sit opposite?" Yang Xuan felt that such a capable person should not sit on the side, and felt wronged.

Yi Niang lowered her eyes slightly, "This slave is here to serve Lord Lang, how dare you sit across from Lord Lord."

After eating, Yang Xuan just wanted to wash the dishes.

"This is a slave's business." Yi Niang said very seriously, "Lang Jun, don't do such lowly things in the future."

"Why are you cheap?" Yang Xuan had been working since he was ten years old, and felt normal.

Yi Niang said word by word: "Lang Jun is someone who wants to do big things."

"What's the big deal?" Yang Xuan just wanted to clear his grievances for Yang Lue, but now there is a question, Yi Niang is his father's maid, who is his father?
Yi Niang raised her head slightly, "Yang Lue's old dog made Lang Jun feel wronged..."

Old... old dog?

Yang Xuan: "..."

He could conclude that Yang Lue was not his father.

"Who is my father?" Yang Xuan asked expectantly.

Yi Niang didn't pause, and said, "Alang was a great scholar back then, and taught reading by the side of the filial emperor. Later, the prince died, and Alang died... Before leaving, please ask Yang Lue to take Langjun away."

At night, lying on the bed, Yang Xuan lowered his voice and asked quietly, "Suzaku."

"I'm here."

The sound is also very small.

"There is someone at home, what should I do if it is inconvenient for you to speak?"

"Please open the back cover and take out the earphones."

On the second day, Yang Xuan's eye circles were a little dark.

Yi Niang swept her swiftly, frowning when she saw him like this, "Lang Jun doesn't have a woman?"

Yang Xuan yawned, "No."

Yi Niang remembered this matter and instructed: "Lang-Jun needs to be less, you will hurt yourself."

"What?" Yang Xuan was puzzled.

Yi Niang covered her mouth with a charming smile, "Don't you understand Lang Jun? It's reasonable for a slave to serve Lang Jun, but when the slave is old, I will look back for a woman..."

Yang Xuan blushed, "I was thinking about something last night."

After breakfast, Yang Xuan went to Guozijian.

Yi Niang sent him to the door, blessed, "Lang Jun should study hard."

"Got it." Yang Xuan opened the door and went out.

"Yang Xuan, where's your cousin?" Duke Xie moved his hands and feet on the opposite side.

Yang Xuan ignored him, and Yi Niang's voice came from the door, "Is Duke Xie so spirited? No wonder I saw a woman stop for him yesterday."

Later, the sound of beating came from the opposite side.

Amidst Duke Xie's screams, Yi Niang leaned back against the door, folded her arms around her chest, and frowned, "That old dog Yang Lue didn't take good care of Lang Jun, and he looked mediocre and unambitious..."

Yi Niang entered her bedroom, and there was a bird cage in the corner.

The three falcons looked up.

Yi Niang sat down and started writing a letter.

——Lang Jun has been taught by you to be extremely mediocre, and there is not even a woman in bed... old dog.

Three days later.

In a courtyard in the Southern Zhou Dynasty.

Yang Lue stood under the eaves, looking at the dark clouds in the sky, and someone beside him complained.

"After Lang Jun left, our people stared at Yang Ding's family, and the brothers wanted to kill his family... General." The man raised his head, and said somewhat puzzled: "Lang Jun is so noble that he was actually abused. After five years, the brothers wished they could smash that family to ashes, and by the way, they could cover up the news of Langjun..."

Yang Lue narrowed his eyes, leaned his majestic body against the door, and said calmly, "Lang Jun seems to be mediocre, but he is very assertive. Just when Lang Jun left Dingnan County, I touched the Yang family at night, and finally I still haven't started. It's not that I can't bear it, I'm just worried that Lang Jun is uneasy about this..."

The man was surprised, "Is Langjun so... kind?"

Yang Lue nodded, his eyes filled with worry, "Anyone in this world can be kind, but he can't. Now I'm most worried about his affairs in Chang'an, Yi Niang should go."

The man suddenly raised his head, stretched out his hand, and a falcon descended from the sky like lightning, landing on his leather-wrapped arm.The man untied a small tube from Hayabusa's feet, opened it, and said with a smile, "It's a letter from Yi Niang."

"Nanhe, get some food for Hayabusa." Yang Lue took it, shook out a small roll of paper from the bobbin, and slowly opened it.

The man's name is Nan He, and he was also a bodyguard under Yang Lue.

Nan He got some food and water, and came over with another Hayabusa.

In order to get these falcons, they spent a huge amount of effort, which can be said to be piled up with gold.These falcons have been trained many times, and their speed is as fast as lightning. It is only three days from Chang'an to here.

Nan He leaned over, "What did Yi Niang say?"

Yang Lue rubbed his hands together, scraps of paper flying.

He looked at the blue sky with his hands behind his back, "Langjun actually entered the Guozijian, hanging out with the slackers of Xuanxue. In addition, Langjun went to Wannian County and followed to hunt and kill the Nanzhou spies."

Nan He looked at him and saw that the brows that had been frowning for 15 years gradually relaxed.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds, shining brightly on the ground.

……

Whether there will be Chapter 3 in the afternoon depends on the situation.

(End of this chapter)