In July, the Jiangnan area is invading the plum rain season. When the drizzle will land on the ground, the heavy rain in Pangbo will shock the pedestrians on the road.
The south has always been wet and rainy, especially during the rainy season. Rain particles as big as beans can nourish the earth, but sometimes it will cause a day's livelihood. Rain can nourish all things, but it also has a disgusting dampness.
Especially when the sun is high in the sky and the rain suddenly drops, it is always an inevitable trouble for people.
The land in the south of the Yangtze River is always spent in a faint mist, and even more so when you are near the water.
By the West Lake, drizzle is constantly nourishing all things. The weeping willows on the shore are moist, and the lake is covered with fog. From a distance, the mountains appear and are looming, as if they are in a fairyland. If it is not the coldness and uncomfortable humidity that are incompatible with the summer, who is not obsessed with the scenery of the fairy fog accompanying the mountains, like a picture scroll.
The road and the pavilion are light willows, the drizzle and breeze are waving, everything seems so comfortable
Aside from a lake viewing path, a red-topped white pillar pavilion is accompanied by the rain, and it looks energetic!
Perhaps the beauty of nature creates this beautiful scroll, or the poetic and picturesque artistic conception becomes the taste, and everything in the heavenly craftsmanship complements the painting, which looks so noble and elegant, but also interesting!
The freehand ancient pavilion is covered with green glazed tiles, which looks extremely green under the moisturizing of fine fog. The bright and polished stone pillars have a little dewdrops, which makes people suffocate in beauty. There seem to be many poems carved on the stone pillars of the pavilion, but none of them can describe the beautiful scenery here like a fairy and illusion. The artistic conception in the poem makes people sigh.
The outside of the pavilion was drizzling, falling on the West Lake little by little, ripples and waves, and water drops smudged on the lake, adding a bit of beauty to the harmony between the mountains and rivers. On the stone table, a pot of mellow wine and a plate of fresh fruits, simple and revealing a different kind of interest.
The wine pot is a good gold tint, and the cup is a small ivory cup with fine carvings, which is extremely luxurious. In this scene, it is not vulgar at all.
Sitting against the West Lake, an old man in a brocade dress smiled, with a bit of excitement in his smile. He looked at the young man with white face in front of him with a hint of excitement, and said with a hint of excitement: Young Master, I didn't expect you to be back so soon
A young man wearing a white satin fir and purple gold-edged coat was silently savoring the things in the cup, sighing at the mellow fragrance that had not been tasted for a long time
Seeing the old man's eyes were red with excitement, he waved his hand quickly and said with a smile: Uncle Dong, am I back now? Why are you excited?
Young Master, you, you...
The old man, known as Uncle Dong, couldn't help but feel a sore nose, and two lines of old tears couldn't help but shed, unable to control the surging in his heart. Although his face was covered with wrinkles, his blushing face told him his joy at this time.
Uncle Dong, stop crying, pay attention to your health!
After saying that, the young man quickly took a step forward and gently stroked the old man's back.
When he looked at the old man in his seventies in front of him, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes and sighed silently.
This world, perhaps this ridiculous world is something you can't imagine
Not only does it subvert all ideas, it also makes people feel frowning and don't know how to adapt
The young man's name is Yang Cun, whose courtesy name is Wenjing, but in fact this name is extremely unfamiliar to him.
Perhaps it means a lot to others, but for him, this name is just a nickname that I don't know how to understand.
The old man burst into tears, excited and happy
Yang Cun softly comforted her thoughts flew out of the sky
In that era, I had computers, mobile phones, and unexplained high-tech
The perception of history is the mad dramas on TV that make people crazy
The view of the ancients was simple, that is, idiots in character, low-minded people who wiped their necks at any time, but their incomprehensible way of survival sometimes brought shocks that made people laugh and cry
Yang Cun remembers that his name in his previous life was also Yang Cun, so there is no way to find out where he came from.
From the day I remembered, I never had the concept of home. The small mountain village I lived in was destroyed in a certain soil and rock stream. Even if everyone relished that they were descendants of the Yang family, those simple villagers were all buried under the rocks and soil.
At that time, few people survived. I don’t know if it was a blessing or a misfortune. All I knew in my mind was the memory of the orphanage, and I didn’t leave much memories of my relatives.
The special environment always makes people precocious, and even makes childhood training disappear.
Growing up, you have to perform hard every event to win the hope of adoption. It is a pity show-off and a shame for inferiority deep in the soul.
How did I come from? I forgot, it seems that I really forgot it all
Before the junior high school, I wandered in society. I seemed to have done everything for my livelihood. I have done all kinds of despicable things myself. During the years of living alone, my hunger and contemptuous eyes were accompanied by my depression. It can be said that it was an extremely dark time.
The last moment when the memory stayed, it seemed that after I finally bought a house, had my own home, and had a sweet dream on the big bed of my new home, I came to this dynasty for no reason after I had a sweet dream in my new home.
Yang Cun was still full of depression at this time. Sometimes things really couldn't be explained according to normal thinking.
Just like Xiao Zhao in the Legend of the Condor Heroes, there is a question that always confuses people. How did this girl change her underwear after wearing so long?
The fuck knows this problem!
Young Master, you are back, and the Yang family finally has a successor...
Uncle Dong continued to cry, and the old tears flowed down uncontrollably, his face blushed looked even more excited
I kept muttering words, but I was already a little incoherent
I'm back……
While comforting him, Yang Cun smiled helplessly. When he thought of this world that was completely unfamiliar to him, his mind was filled with pain, because this dynasty did not exist in any history at all.
The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and even the county era, everything was not much different from the history you knew.
In history, the well-known vixen does exist.
The Qin Dynasty destroyed the six kingdoms in the Warring States Period, and even the Qin Dynasty was exactly the same.
Even the famous story of Li Si and Zhao Gao referring to a deer as a horse does exist, but everything has become different since the Qin Dynasty. This era is a turning point, and the giant wheel of history has begun to turn in different directions.
The battle between Liu Bang and Xiang Yu was not determined by the King of Chu who committed suicide by killing his own suicide in Wujiang. The once prosperous Han Dynasty did not appear in history. The biggest difference is that Fan Zeng was not suspicious of Xiang Yu. This Asian father always worked diligently and assisted Xiang Yu with his old body to defeat Liu Bang, and then won the 95th century, creating a century-old Western Chu prosperous era.
The biggest difference is that Yu Ji, a beautiful woman who is fascinating in the country, has completely changed the trajectory of history, making everything in this world completely different from what Yang Cun thinks is.
After a hundred years of Western Chu, tyrants abused their politics, and then wars rose everywhere
Under the oppression of various tyrannies, refugees in all places revolt, and there are so many changes in power. The dynasty’s hatred is hard to explain, and it is hard to explain.
After repeated dynasties, an emperor named Zhao founded the Dahua Dynasty a hundred years ago, pacified internal and external chaos, and brought about a hundred years of stability in the dynasty.
The emperors of Zhao's surname have passed down from generation to generation. Although there are also those who have killed their brothers and feet and seized the throne, they are all diligent emperors. The current Dahua is still extremely strong, and it is the Supreme Kingdom of the Celestial Empire where Baiyi came to the dynasty.
Uncle Dong, don't be excited
Yang Cun's mind was dazed and he quickly comforted the old man who was crying in front of him.
Young Master, you are back. If the old general knows underground, he can rest in peace.
Wang Dong couldn't help but feel excited. The wrinkled veteran grabbed Yang Cun's arm tightly. He looked at the tall and handsome boy in front of him, and his face was flushed with excitement, but he was so happy that he cried.
The Yang family in Dahua is the first military general in a century. Although Yang Cun has only a slight understanding of the world, he must not ignore his own life experience.
When the Ancestral Emperor fought in the north and south a hundred years ago, the most brave one under his command was the invincible Yang family army. It is said that he was also a descendant of the Yang family generals of the Song Dynasty. However, it is impossible to find out whether it is true or false.
The Yang family made countless contributions to the bloody battle that year. In the past century, there were only a few generals who could compare with each other in the history of so many years.
The ancestor of the Yang family, the old master Yang Dingkun, fought for more than 20 years. His subordinates were invincible and killed countless enemies. Later, he was granted the title of King Zhen and was the first king of different surnames in Dahua. He was famous and even the three-year-old child in Dahua knew about it.
In the next hundred years, the Yang family had countless family members, including legitimate houses, illegitimate families, and warriors produced outstanding talents from generation to generation, among which three Dukes were born.
The last one is Yang Cun's father in this life. After he died in the battlefield, he was posthumously named Duke Jing.
Young Master, the humble house is in the county
Wang Dong cried so hard that he couldn't even explain clearly. Seeing that it was getting late, he quickly took Yang Cun's hand and said excitedly: You are a little aggrieved tonight, so you can rest for a night in Lao Nu's place!
Uncle Dong, look at what you said, we are all a family, what are you going to care about
Yang Cun couldn't stand his nose and tears, so he nodded and agreed.
OK, Master...
Wang Dong cried so hard that he immediately took Yang Cun's hand into the carriage, and rushed towards the county town under the night.
Sitting in the carriage, looking at the stars outside, the bumps of the wheels also kept blowing Yang Cun's upset thoughts at this moment
This world, this is an ancient world, and it still makes people feel a little uncomfortable until now
When I first came to this world, I was just an eight-year-old boy, weak and sick, and it seemed that I could die at any time.
In my impression, it was in a Taoist temple in the mountain. There was no mountain road leading out there. There were deep mountains and dense forests everywhere, and there was no trace of people.
The only ones who are accompanying are a big black dog guarding the door, and the old Taoist with a long hair and a young face.
Life all day long is chanting scriptures, meditation, meditating, drinking those medicines that are so bitter that they are deadly. Although there is no need to do any rough work, life every day is so boring that it makes people almost go crazy.
Apart from knowing that he was calling him but didn't know, the old Taoist priest hardly talked to him, but just supervising himself to drink medicine and do his homework every day. That kind of life was even more uncomfortable than going to jail.
The carriage slowly drove into a small county town called Shihe. At this time, the lights were on, and the county town was very lively. The streets were filled with people who came out to play at night.
The peddler and the craftsman of the martial arts world. As the saying goes, although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. This makes Yang Cun, who has been practicing hard in the mountains for ten years, widen his eyes and stare at every living person around him. This mood is much more interesting than entering a zoo.
The carriage bypassed the busy area and entered a quiet alley in the city. The wheels slowly stopped, and an ordinary small courtyard appeared in front of you.
Big red painted door, double-connected high columns, red walls and green tiles, although it is not the luxury of a wealthy family, but it also has a unique taste. It can be seen that the Wang family is also rich.
Before the carriage could enter, a group of family-employed women were surrounded by the door, enthusiastically carrying the two into the mansion.
The inner courtyard is where women live, and the east wing is the main room. After Wang Dong's repeated insistence, Yang Cun was arranged to live here.
Yang Mingcheng is considered a lineage of the Yang family. Although he is not a eldest son, he has a great influence in the clan.
Wang Dong was a servant of the Yang family in his early years, but later favored by Mr. Yang. He studied literature and martial arts with Yang Mingcheng since he was a child. As he grew up, he went from Xiao Wang to the current old Wang. He loyally followed the Yang family for more than 40 years. Although he was not the same surname, he was no different from his relatives.
After drinking and eating, I took a comfortable bath and talked with Wang Dong for a long time. Only then did Yang Cun have time to rest
Wang Dong's feelings for Yang Cun were almost half-master and half-child. Even though he was sleepy, he wanted to hold Yang Cun to talk for a night. This enthusiasm made Yang Cun a little scared, and he quickly refused to let him go and let him go. This was what he had sent him.
The Yang family is full of power, and even if you look at it a hundred years later, no one can surpass him. With such a prominent family background, Yang Cun is still unsolvable about being fostered in the mountains and dense forests. After several questions, the old Taoist priest had no choice but to tell the truth.
It turns out that in this generation, the Yang family has already withered
Yang Mingcheng's four brothers died early, and one died in battle. The only surviving second uncle Yang Mingyu was also injured after a hundred battles. The second son died early. Except for a young daughter, he could be said to have no descendants.
Yang Mingcheng was not much better. Although he was chased to be a Duke in the battlefield, he was still young when he went west. His first wife, Yang Yao, also committed suicide by committing suicide in love and was chased to be a second-rank imperial edict, so he left behind even less blood.
The wife and concubines have more than one's wife, but the fate of the youngest son of the Yang family seems to be mostly bumpy. Yang Cun has two sisters and an elder brother, but he died shortly after his birth. It was not until two years before Yang Mingcheng and his wife went west that Yang Cun, the only bloodline, was left behind. Although Yang Cun is known as the eldest son, he is actually ranked fourth. It can be said that he has already had a golden spoon when he was born. He inherited Yang Mingcheng's title of respect for the Duchy Kingdom.
As for the descendants of the Yang family who were sent to the deep mountains and dense forests since childhood, Yang Cun realized that he was weak and sickly when he was a child and almost died at any time after his birth.
Several children died in succession. The Yang family and the old man Yang could no longer bear such stimulation. They immediately looked for medical treatment and medicine, but in the end they could not find a way.
It just so happened that at that time, the old Taoist Niu Nose, who had always been with the old man of the Yang family, traveled to the capital and met Yang Mingcheng who was looking for a famous doctor. Although the old Taoist was a slutty person, he was very skilled in medicine. He could be said to be a good player who specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases.
Under such an opportunity, Mr. Yang immediately asked Yang Cun, who was only half a year old, to become a teacher. The old Taoist could only carry the baby back to the old temple in the deep mountains. This time, he had been raising for eighteen years.
When Yang Cun thought of the Taoist priest of the Bull Nose, he felt angry!
I don't know if this guy really has such great ability. He wanders around with a bottle hanging all day long. In the deserted mountains and forests, there are dangerous beasts everywhere. He dared to throw his young self to a big dog to take care of. Sometimes he left for ten days and half a month without news. Now thinking about it, this old man is really suspicious of cheating.
A messy thing in his mind, a trance, Yang Cun couldn't help but feel sleepy, as if he could faintly smell a scent. In his memory, the messy fragments began to turn into pieces, and entered the dream in the soft quilt and fell asleep.
little things!
In the quiet room, there was a smell of incense. The door opened quietly. A slightly thin figure suddenly appeared in the dark room. He looked at Yang Cun sleeping peacefully on the bed and chuckled: The world is going to be chaotic now, and it is indeed a good opportunity to go down the mountain. But I don’t know if you have more souls and spirits than others in this mess of yin and yang. It depends on your luck.
The person who spoke was an old man with long beard, with a wrinkled face full of kindness, but there was a light of powerlessness in his eyes.
The gray-washed Taoist robe was covered with various patches of repaired cloth, and even the gray jacket and shoes were covered with traces of worn-out marks.
Even so, the old man just squinted his eyes and smiled, but it gave people a profound feeling, an indescribable extraordinary
Unfortunately, you always want to stay in the world
The old man sighed and turned around and said helplessly: The legitimate son of the Yang family is destined to be without a chance in this life. If I hadn't had a good relationship with the Yang family, maybe you wouldn't have come to this world. Since I was a son of a prince, I wouldn't force it. I hope you can revitalize the Yang family and let the Yang brothers rest in peace.
As soon as the words fell, a breeze blew, the old man was no longer seen in the room, only the slowly rising fragrance was still surrounded by the faint fragrance, as if nothing had happened before
In ancient times, the work and rest periods were relatively early. When it was dawn, Yang Cun was woken up. Wang Dong even packed his luggage and food early in the morning. He stood at the gate and waited hard. When he saw Yang Cun yawning after breakfast, he quickly came up and said with a bitter face: Young Master, do you really want to travel alone?
Are you ready for Ah?
Yang Cun yawned, looking like he was not awake, and his blue and red robe looked a bit coquettish. Unfortunately, he was lazy and lacked energy, and his appearance was a bit inadequate.
Young Master, be careful along the way. Although it is a peaceful world, there are many villains.
Wang Dong was worried and advised with great sincerity: It's still a few days away to go to the capital! You're alone, I'm really worried! Why don't I find a few guards and let them go along with you all the way
No
Yang Cun waved his hand, reached out to hold the reins of the big dark horse, took the prepared dumplings of Wang Dong, and said with a smile: OK Uncle Dong, you will be peaceful and peaceful. I feel embarrassed to disturb you suddenly, so don't bother me so much. I am not the frail and sick child before. It's good not to rob others, so don't worry.
Master, be careful on the way!
Wang Dong's eyes were filled with tears, and he couldn't help but choke up
Last night, he had already retired and returned home and saw that his young master was back. He originally wanted to follow Yang Cun back to the capital, but Yang Cun refused.
This old housekeeper who has worked diligently in the Yang family for forty years should be at the right time to enjoy the peace of mind.
The tall and strong dark horse is strong all over. Although it runs very fast, it is stable. Such tall horses are rare among the people. Insiders can tell at a glance that they should be military horses.
After all, in Dahua, where war horses lack, even such tall war horses are rare among the people.
Dear old Taoist, I wonder what I want to go to Tianjin to do?
Riding on a horse and galloping on the spacious official road, looking at a dark box on his palm, Yang Cun muttered unhappily
The south has always been wet and rainy, especially during the rainy season. Rain particles as big as beans can nourish the earth, but sometimes it will cause a day's livelihood. Rain can nourish all things, but it also has a disgusting dampness.
Especially when the sun is high in the sky and the rain suddenly drops, it is always an inevitable trouble for people.
The land in the south of the Yangtze River is always spent in a faint mist, and even more so when you are near the water.
By the West Lake, drizzle is constantly nourishing all things. The weeping willows on the shore are moist, and the lake is covered with fog. From a distance, the mountains appear and are looming, as if they are in a fairyland. If it is not the coldness and uncomfortable humidity that are incompatible with the summer, who is not obsessed with the scenery of the fairy fog accompanying the mountains, like a picture scroll.
The road and the pavilion are light willows, the drizzle and breeze are waving, everything seems so comfortable
Aside from a lake viewing path, a red-topped white pillar pavilion is accompanied by the rain, and it looks energetic!
Perhaps the beauty of nature creates this beautiful scroll, or the poetic and picturesque artistic conception becomes the taste, and everything in the heavenly craftsmanship complements the painting, which looks so noble and elegant, but also interesting!
The freehand ancient pavilion is covered with green glazed tiles, which looks extremely green under the moisturizing of fine fog. The bright and polished stone pillars have a little dewdrops, which makes people suffocate in beauty. There seem to be many poems carved on the stone pillars of the pavilion, but none of them can describe the beautiful scenery here like a fairy and illusion. The artistic conception in the poem makes people sigh.
The outside of the pavilion was drizzling, falling on the West Lake little by little, ripples and waves, and water drops smudged on the lake, adding a bit of beauty to the harmony between the mountains and rivers. On the stone table, a pot of mellow wine and a plate of fresh fruits, simple and revealing a different kind of interest.
The wine pot is a good gold tint, and the cup is a small ivory cup with fine carvings, which is extremely luxurious. In this scene, it is not vulgar at all.
Sitting against the West Lake, an old man in a brocade dress smiled, with a bit of excitement in his smile. He looked at the young man with white face in front of him with a hint of excitement, and said with a hint of excitement: Young Master, I didn't expect you to be back so soon
A young man wearing a white satin fir and purple gold-edged coat was silently savoring the things in the cup, sighing at the mellow fragrance that had not been tasted for a long time
Seeing the old man's eyes were red with excitement, he waved his hand quickly and said with a smile: Uncle Dong, am I back now? Why are you excited?
Young Master, you, you...
The old man, known as Uncle Dong, couldn't help but feel a sore nose, and two lines of old tears couldn't help but shed, unable to control the surging in his heart. Although his face was covered with wrinkles, his blushing face told him his joy at this time.
Uncle Dong, stop crying, pay attention to your health!
After saying that, the young man quickly took a step forward and gently stroked the old man's back.
When he looked at the old man in his seventies in front of him, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes and sighed silently.
This world, perhaps this ridiculous world is something you can't imagine
Not only does it subvert all ideas, it also makes people feel frowning and don't know how to adapt
The young man's name is Yang Cun, whose courtesy name is Wenjing, but in fact this name is extremely unfamiliar to him.
Perhaps it means a lot to others, but for him, this name is just a nickname that I don't know how to understand.
The old man burst into tears, excited and happy
Yang Cun softly comforted her thoughts flew out of the sky
In that era, I had computers, mobile phones, and unexplained high-tech
The perception of history is the mad dramas on TV that make people crazy
The view of the ancients was simple, that is, idiots in character, low-minded people who wiped their necks at any time, but their incomprehensible way of survival sometimes brought shocks that made people laugh and cry
Yang Cun remembers that his name in his previous life was also Yang Cun, so there is no way to find out where he came from.
From the day I remembered, I never had the concept of home. The small mountain village I lived in was destroyed in a certain soil and rock stream. Even if everyone relished that they were descendants of the Yang family, those simple villagers were all buried under the rocks and soil.
At that time, few people survived. I don’t know if it was a blessing or a misfortune. All I knew in my mind was the memory of the orphanage, and I didn’t leave much memories of my relatives.
The special environment always makes people precocious, and even makes childhood training disappear.
Growing up, you have to perform hard every event to win the hope of adoption. It is a pity show-off and a shame for inferiority deep in the soul.
How did I come from? I forgot, it seems that I really forgot it all
Before the junior high school, I wandered in society. I seemed to have done everything for my livelihood. I have done all kinds of despicable things myself. During the years of living alone, my hunger and contemptuous eyes were accompanied by my depression. It can be said that it was an extremely dark time.
The last moment when the memory stayed, it seemed that after I finally bought a house, had my own home, and had a sweet dream on the big bed of my new home, I came to this dynasty for no reason after I had a sweet dream in my new home.
Yang Cun was still full of depression at this time. Sometimes things really couldn't be explained according to normal thinking.
Just like Xiao Zhao in the Legend of the Condor Heroes, there is a question that always confuses people. How did this girl change her underwear after wearing so long?
The fuck knows this problem!
Young Master, you are back, and the Yang family finally has a successor...
Uncle Dong continued to cry, and the old tears flowed down uncontrollably, his face blushed looked even more excited
I kept muttering words, but I was already a little incoherent
I'm back……
While comforting him, Yang Cun smiled helplessly. When he thought of this world that was completely unfamiliar to him, his mind was filled with pain, because this dynasty did not exist in any history at all.
The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and even the county era, everything was not much different from the history you knew.
In history, the well-known vixen does exist.
The Qin Dynasty destroyed the six kingdoms in the Warring States Period, and even the Qin Dynasty was exactly the same.
Even the famous story of Li Si and Zhao Gao referring to a deer as a horse does exist, but everything has become different since the Qin Dynasty. This era is a turning point, and the giant wheel of history has begun to turn in different directions.
The battle between Liu Bang and Xiang Yu was not determined by the King of Chu who committed suicide by killing his own suicide in Wujiang. The once prosperous Han Dynasty did not appear in history. The biggest difference is that Fan Zeng was not suspicious of Xiang Yu. This Asian father always worked diligently and assisted Xiang Yu with his old body to defeat Liu Bang, and then won the 95th century, creating a century-old Western Chu prosperous era.
The biggest difference is that Yu Ji, a beautiful woman who is fascinating in the country, has completely changed the trajectory of history, making everything in this world completely different from what Yang Cun thinks is.
After a hundred years of Western Chu, tyrants abused their politics, and then wars rose everywhere
Under the oppression of various tyrannies, refugees in all places revolt, and there are so many changes in power. The dynasty’s hatred is hard to explain, and it is hard to explain.
After repeated dynasties, an emperor named Zhao founded the Dahua Dynasty a hundred years ago, pacified internal and external chaos, and brought about a hundred years of stability in the dynasty.
The emperors of Zhao's surname have passed down from generation to generation. Although there are also those who have killed their brothers and feet and seized the throne, they are all diligent emperors. The current Dahua is still extremely strong, and it is the Supreme Kingdom of the Celestial Empire where Baiyi came to the dynasty.
Uncle Dong, don't be excited
Yang Cun's mind was dazed and he quickly comforted the old man who was crying in front of him.
Young Master, you are back. If the old general knows underground, he can rest in peace.
Wang Dong couldn't help but feel excited. The wrinkled veteran grabbed Yang Cun's arm tightly. He looked at the tall and handsome boy in front of him, and his face was flushed with excitement, but he was so happy that he cried.
The Yang family in Dahua is the first military general in a century. Although Yang Cun has only a slight understanding of the world, he must not ignore his own life experience.
When the Ancestral Emperor fought in the north and south a hundred years ago, the most brave one under his command was the invincible Yang family army. It is said that he was also a descendant of the Yang family generals of the Song Dynasty. However, it is impossible to find out whether it is true or false.
The Yang family made countless contributions to the bloody battle that year. In the past century, there were only a few generals who could compare with each other in the history of so many years.
The ancestor of the Yang family, the old master Yang Dingkun, fought for more than 20 years. His subordinates were invincible and killed countless enemies. Later, he was granted the title of King Zhen and was the first king of different surnames in Dahua. He was famous and even the three-year-old child in Dahua knew about it.
In the next hundred years, the Yang family had countless family members, including legitimate houses, illegitimate families, and warriors produced outstanding talents from generation to generation, among which three Dukes were born.
The last one is Yang Cun's father in this life. After he died in the battlefield, he was posthumously named Duke Jing.
Young Master, the humble house is in the county
Wang Dong cried so hard that he couldn't even explain clearly. Seeing that it was getting late, he quickly took Yang Cun's hand and said excitedly: You are a little aggrieved tonight, so you can rest for a night in Lao Nu's place!
Uncle Dong, look at what you said, we are all a family, what are you going to care about
Yang Cun couldn't stand his nose and tears, so he nodded and agreed.
OK, Master...
Wang Dong cried so hard that he immediately took Yang Cun's hand into the carriage, and rushed towards the county town under the night.
Sitting in the carriage, looking at the stars outside, the bumps of the wheels also kept blowing Yang Cun's upset thoughts at this moment
This world, this is an ancient world, and it still makes people feel a little uncomfortable until now
When I first came to this world, I was just an eight-year-old boy, weak and sick, and it seemed that I could die at any time.
In my impression, it was in a Taoist temple in the mountain. There was no mountain road leading out there. There were deep mountains and dense forests everywhere, and there was no trace of people.
The only ones who are accompanying are a big black dog guarding the door, and the old Taoist with a long hair and a young face.
Life all day long is chanting scriptures, meditation, meditating, drinking those medicines that are so bitter that they are deadly. Although there is no need to do any rough work, life every day is so boring that it makes people almost go crazy.
Apart from knowing that he was calling him but didn't know, the old Taoist priest hardly talked to him, but just supervising himself to drink medicine and do his homework every day. That kind of life was even more uncomfortable than going to jail.
The carriage slowly drove into a small county town called Shihe. At this time, the lights were on, and the county town was very lively. The streets were filled with people who came out to play at night.
The peddler and the craftsman of the martial arts world. As the saying goes, although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. This makes Yang Cun, who has been practicing hard in the mountains for ten years, widen his eyes and stare at every living person around him. This mood is much more interesting than entering a zoo.
The carriage bypassed the busy area and entered a quiet alley in the city. The wheels slowly stopped, and an ordinary small courtyard appeared in front of you.
Big red painted door, double-connected high columns, red walls and green tiles, although it is not the luxury of a wealthy family, but it also has a unique taste. It can be seen that the Wang family is also rich.
Before the carriage could enter, a group of family-employed women were surrounded by the door, enthusiastically carrying the two into the mansion.
The inner courtyard is where women live, and the east wing is the main room. After Wang Dong's repeated insistence, Yang Cun was arranged to live here.
Yang Mingcheng is considered a lineage of the Yang family. Although he is not a eldest son, he has a great influence in the clan.
Wang Dong was a servant of the Yang family in his early years, but later favored by Mr. Yang. He studied literature and martial arts with Yang Mingcheng since he was a child. As he grew up, he went from Xiao Wang to the current old Wang. He loyally followed the Yang family for more than 40 years. Although he was not the same surname, he was no different from his relatives.
After drinking and eating, I took a comfortable bath and talked with Wang Dong for a long time. Only then did Yang Cun have time to rest
Wang Dong's feelings for Yang Cun were almost half-master and half-child. Even though he was sleepy, he wanted to hold Yang Cun to talk for a night. This enthusiasm made Yang Cun a little scared, and he quickly refused to let him go and let him go. This was what he had sent him.
The Yang family is full of power, and even if you look at it a hundred years later, no one can surpass him. With such a prominent family background, Yang Cun is still unsolvable about being fostered in the mountains and dense forests. After several questions, the old Taoist priest had no choice but to tell the truth.
It turns out that in this generation, the Yang family has already withered
Yang Mingcheng's four brothers died early, and one died in battle. The only surviving second uncle Yang Mingyu was also injured after a hundred battles. The second son died early. Except for a young daughter, he could be said to have no descendants.
Yang Mingcheng was not much better. Although he was chased to be a Duke in the battlefield, he was still young when he went west. His first wife, Yang Yao, also committed suicide by committing suicide in love and was chased to be a second-rank imperial edict, so he left behind even less blood.
The wife and concubines have more than one's wife, but the fate of the youngest son of the Yang family seems to be mostly bumpy. Yang Cun has two sisters and an elder brother, but he died shortly after his birth. It was not until two years before Yang Mingcheng and his wife went west that Yang Cun, the only bloodline, was left behind. Although Yang Cun is known as the eldest son, he is actually ranked fourth. It can be said that he has already had a golden spoon when he was born. He inherited Yang Mingcheng's title of respect for the Duchy Kingdom.
As for the descendants of the Yang family who were sent to the deep mountains and dense forests since childhood, Yang Cun realized that he was weak and sickly when he was a child and almost died at any time after his birth.
Several children died in succession. The Yang family and the old man Yang could no longer bear such stimulation. They immediately looked for medical treatment and medicine, but in the end they could not find a way.
It just so happened that at that time, the old Taoist Niu Nose, who had always been with the old man of the Yang family, traveled to the capital and met Yang Mingcheng who was looking for a famous doctor. Although the old Taoist was a slutty person, he was very skilled in medicine. He could be said to be a good player who specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases.
Under such an opportunity, Mr. Yang immediately asked Yang Cun, who was only half a year old, to become a teacher. The old Taoist could only carry the baby back to the old temple in the deep mountains. This time, he had been raising for eighteen years.
When Yang Cun thought of the Taoist priest of the Bull Nose, he felt angry!
I don't know if this guy really has such great ability. He wanders around with a bottle hanging all day long. In the deserted mountains and forests, there are dangerous beasts everywhere. He dared to throw his young self to a big dog to take care of. Sometimes he left for ten days and half a month without news. Now thinking about it, this old man is really suspicious of cheating.
A messy thing in his mind, a trance, Yang Cun couldn't help but feel sleepy, as if he could faintly smell a scent. In his memory, the messy fragments began to turn into pieces, and entered the dream in the soft quilt and fell asleep.
little things!
In the quiet room, there was a smell of incense. The door opened quietly. A slightly thin figure suddenly appeared in the dark room. He looked at Yang Cun sleeping peacefully on the bed and chuckled: The world is going to be chaotic now, and it is indeed a good opportunity to go down the mountain. But I don’t know if you have more souls and spirits than others in this mess of yin and yang. It depends on your luck.
The person who spoke was an old man with long beard, with a wrinkled face full of kindness, but there was a light of powerlessness in his eyes.
The gray-washed Taoist robe was covered with various patches of repaired cloth, and even the gray jacket and shoes were covered with traces of worn-out marks.
Even so, the old man just squinted his eyes and smiled, but it gave people a profound feeling, an indescribable extraordinary
Unfortunately, you always want to stay in the world
The old man sighed and turned around and said helplessly: The legitimate son of the Yang family is destined to be without a chance in this life. If I hadn't had a good relationship with the Yang family, maybe you wouldn't have come to this world. Since I was a son of a prince, I wouldn't force it. I hope you can revitalize the Yang family and let the Yang brothers rest in peace.
As soon as the words fell, a breeze blew, the old man was no longer seen in the room, only the slowly rising fragrance was still surrounded by the faint fragrance, as if nothing had happened before
In ancient times, the work and rest periods were relatively early. When it was dawn, Yang Cun was woken up. Wang Dong even packed his luggage and food early in the morning. He stood at the gate and waited hard. When he saw Yang Cun yawning after breakfast, he quickly came up and said with a bitter face: Young Master, do you really want to travel alone?
Are you ready for Ah?
Yang Cun yawned, looking like he was not awake, and his blue and red robe looked a bit coquettish. Unfortunately, he was lazy and lacked energy, and his appearance was a bit inadequate.
Young Master, be careful along the way. Although it is a peaceful world, there are many villains.
Wang Dong was worried and advised with great sincerity: It's still a few days away to go to the capital! You're alone, I'm really worried! Why don't I find a few guards and let them go along with you all the way
No
Yang Cun waved his hand, reached out to hold the reins of the big dark horse, took the prepared dumplings of Wang Dong, and said with a smile: OK Uncle Dong, you will be peaceful and peaceful. I feel embarrassed to disturb you suddenly, so don't bother me so much. I am not the frail and sick child before. It's good not to rob others, so don't worry.
Master, be careful on the way!
Wang Dong's eyes were filled with tears, and he couldn't help but choke up
Last night, he had already retired and returned home and saw that his young master was back. He originally wanted to follow Yang Cun back to the capital, but Yang Cun refused.
This old housekeeper who has worked diligently in the Yang family for forty years should be at the right time to enjoy the peace of mind.
The tall and strong dark horse is strong all over. Although it runs very fast, it is stable. Such tall horses are rare among the people. Insiders can tell at a glance that they should be military horses.
After all, in Dahua, where war horses lack, even such tall war horses are rare among the people.
Dear old Taoist, I wonder what I want to go to Tianjin to do?
Riding on a horse and galloping on the spacious official road, looking at a dark box on his palm, Yang Cun muttered unhappily
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