I'm not a genius in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 117 My nursing home is the master

That night, Wang Zian didn't cultivate for the first time, and fell asleep soundly while leaning against a window of autumn rain.

When I woke up the next day, I just felt refreshed.Walking along the Chaoshou veranda, while wandering in the yard, I happened to meet a girl named Yang Caier with two big dark circles under her eyes.

"Didn't sleep well at night?"

Yang Cai'er seemed a little depressed, for the first time, she didn't flinch at him, but just nodded silently.Gently touched the pillars of the corridors on both sides with his hands.

"This is going to be your home soon—"

"Ah—it doesn't matter, you are also your home, this yard is very big, you can live wherever you want, or I will send you off after the courtyard—"

Wang Zi'an let out a cry, and just wanted to make a joke, but seeing Yang Cai'er's gloomy expression, he thought she was worried that she would lose a place to live in the future, so he changed his words with a smile, thinking that this girl had lived here for a long time, and she had feelings for her .

"It was originally my home—"

Yang Cai'er curled her lips in disdain, but the expression on her face was much better.Wang Zi'an didn't mind this kind of girl's unreasonable words. He smiled, went back to the room, took two oil-paper umbrellas, and handed her one.

"Let's go out and have some breakfast."

In Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty, there are many early breakfasts, and there are many tricks. Wang Zi'an looked at the beautiful little rice bucket who was following him, and ordered a dozen Hubing called Gulouzi.This is a kind of Hubing with mutton stuffing, pepper, tempeh and other condiments are also put in the interlayer, the surface is coated with oil, it tastes crispy and fragrant, and the taste is quite good!Yang Cai'er seemed to have something on her mind, she didn't have a good appetite, so she stopped after eating seven or eight.

"Just eat, it's not enough for us to—"

Wang Zi'an kindly persuaded him, but the girl ignored him, but almost swallowed her own tongue in shock from the stall owner selling breakfast.Dried up eight stuffed big Hubing pancakes in one go, plus two bowls of soup, you are still worried that she is not full...

Before leaving, Wang Zi'an ordered another serving for Uncle Geng.Touching the money in his pocket, he felt a toothache. According to this way of eating, he would soon be drinking the northwest wind, so he had to find a way to get some money to spend.Uncle Geng had cooked the porridge a long time ago, and was just about to ask the two of them to have breakfast when he saw the two of them coming back with mustard pancakes.

"It's a waste of money for Mr. Xiaolang again—come on, drink a bowl of hot porridge while it's hot, the soup outside here, how can there be soup made at home to drink it?"

Uncle Geng took the cake and moved the two of them in. Wang Zi'an sat down with a smile, and Yang Cai'er hesitated for a while and followed suit.It was a very small table, the kind that seemed crowded when three people sat around it.

At the dinner table, Uncle Geng chatted about many past events of the year, and Wang Zi'an listened cheerfully. The memories of the elderly are like pearls that have been washed away by the long river of time. What can be left behind is concentrated. The most profound insight in the past years is a person's most precious wealth.Now his state of mind has broken through to the realm of a master, and he has a deeper understanding of this point. Experiencing different life journeys is of great benefit to the tempering of his state of mind.

Yang Cai'er just drank the soup with a spoon from beginning to end, without even raising her head.Seeing her scratching in the bowl with a spoon, Wang Zi'an smiled and took the bowl away from her.

"Are you trying to eat Uncle Geng's bowl together or what?"

Regardless of Yang Cai'er's angry kitten-like expression, she got up and gave her another bowl. This girl doesn't know how her stomach grows, and she really can eat it.

"Miss Yang is the second little girl I've ever seen who eats like this..."

Uncle Geng, who had been telling stories, suddenly interrupted with a smile.Yang Cai'er's movements froze suddenly, but then she lowered her head again, fighting with the porridge in front of her.Wang Zi'an asked curiously, mainly because such a girl who can eat is really rare.

"Back then, Her Royal Highness had a daughter with an amazing appetite. At that time, she was only five or six years old, and she could eat four or five catties of beef by herself. She was smart, cute, and powerful. She was from our family. Pistachios..."

Uncle Geng narrowed his cloudy old eyes as he spoke, and his tone was a bit unconcealable, Wang Zi'an nodded slightly.As the favorite princess of Sui Yang Emperor Yang Guang, Princess Nanyang has always been deeply loved by Sui Yang Emperor. She never forgets to take her with her even when she tours the south of the Yangtze River. Naturally, that catastrophe is inevitable.Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty was killed by Yu Wenhuaji, and the house of the princess mansion was also broken.The history books only record that Princess Nanyang fled to Buddhism after taking revenge, but there is no mention of her having a daughter.Unexpectedly, he is still a child with extraordinary talents?
Just as Wang Zi'an wanted to ask about the whereabouts of the child, he heard a burst of messy footsteps outside.

"Brother, I heard that you found Xiaojun—"

Before the words were finished, the person had already arrived at the door. As soon as Wang Zi'an raised his head, he saw that the door had been pushed open from the outside.The first person was a burly old man with gray hair on the sideburns, thick eyebrows, big eyes and beard. He looked about five or sixty years old and was very strong.

Seeing that there were two young people in Uncle Geng's room, the old man in front couldn't help but froze, heyed in embarrassment, and stopped talking.Passing through the door, Wang Zi'an saw that there were seven or eight people outside wearing coir raincoats and bamboo hats. Although they were not young, each of them was calm and imposing like Yue Ruyuan. A top-notch martial arts master, and definitely a soldier who has been killed for a long time, and has a lot of lives in his hands. This kind of military characteristics has been integrated into his bones.

In particular, one of the hale-faced old men in a gray shirt and long robe gave him an unfathomable feeling that he already had the air of a master.Since traveling to the Tang Dynasty, this kind of demeanor has only been seen in Qin Shubao, Yuchi Jingde, and the gray-robed old man who appeared in Ji Guogong's mansion that night. This is a half-step master!

At this time, they were standing outside in pieces, and they looked very messy at first glance, but he couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly. This is a very clever method of battle formation, and it is also a very delicate guard. method.The group of people in front of them obviously didn't do it intentionally, but more like a habit, and this is precisely the most terrifying place.What kind of person would have such a terrifying protective power.

He glanced at Uncle Geng unobtrusively, and for the first time became curious about Uncle Geng's identity back then.If a favored princess can be equipped with such a level of guards, then what kind of characters must have surrounded Emperor Sui Yang?
Not to mention that they are all masters, but just these people guarding him are enough to break out of the encirclement. Why was he forced to death like this?

As if sensing Wang Zi'an's gaze, the gray-robed old man glanced over without a trace.Wang Zi'an couldn't help being vigilant secretly, not daring to keep his eyes on him for too long.

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