The guards felt that it was ridiculous.
A humble gift?
It was a humble gift indeed.
He dared to visit the door of the Empire of Yutang's marshal with just five peaches and he looked neither humble nor haughty, returning the favor with a face that was neither humble nor arrogant.
Impressive, Young Master Yun!
The guard went in to report with a crooked smile.
"Invite him in."
The guard hurried out to receive him. He wondered what expression the marshal would have when he saw the peaches later. As he thought about it, he actually became a little gossipy.
Yun Yang thanked him and entered the shop with a few peaches in hand.
In front of the hall.
Sir Wang smiled warmly. "Young Master Yun is here. The marshal is waiting in the hall."
With Old Marshal Qiu's status, it was impossible for him to welcome him personally. In fact, with Yun Yang's current status as a second generation heir, Sir Wang felt that he was giving him too much face by coming out to welcome him.
However, it was the old marshal who had invited him, so Sir Wang could only lower his status.
"Thank you."
Yun Yang stepped into the hall in high spirits with a grin on his face and saw Old Marshal Qiu sitting at the head of the table like a mountain. An intimidating aura greeted Yun Yang.
However, Yun Yang's gaze was not on the old marshal but on another person in the room.
This person was in his forties and had a square face. Although he was dressed casually, he exuded an aura of authority. Just by sitting there, it was as if the entire world was under his feet.
Although he had tried his best to hide his aura, it could not be hidden from Yun Yang's eyes. Moreover, Yun Yang had met this person before, more than once.
The emperor of the Empire of Yutang!
Yu Peize.
Yun Yang only took a glance before turning his head away, his expression unchanging. It was as if he had met a stranger; he was a little curious but a little reserved.
"Young Master Yun is indeed Marquis Yun's son. You're as handsome as ever." As the host, Qiu Jianhan spoke first.
"Greetings, Old Sir Qiu." Yun Yang bowed cautiously. "This young one is extremely honored to be summoned by Old Sir. This … I'm ashamed, this young one's family is poor, there's nothing … erm … I've heard my father say that the old marshal likes to eat peaches … so … "
Yun Yang lifted the peach in his hand a little higher.
"Uh …"
Even a sly old fox like Old Marshal Qiu was almost taken aback by Yun Yang's trick. For a moment, he could only nod dumbly and force a smile on his face. He chuckled dryly and said, "Not bad, not bad at all. This old man loves peaches the most. Someone, keep the peaches."
He thought to himself, 'I've never met that bastard of a father of yours. How does he know that I like peaches?' That's strange, why didn't I know about it …
I haven't eaten a peach in so many years!
Little bastard!
Old Marshal Qiu cursed inwardly but his face was amiable. "Since you're here, you're not an outsider. Come, come, let me introduce you. This is your … Uncle Yu. He's been friends with your father for many years."
"Greetings, Uncle Yu." Yun Yang bowed obediently. "Uncle Yu looks much younger than my father. One look and I can tell that Uncle Yu is a high-ranking official. You've taken good care of yourself … Uh, well, a happy life, a happy mood, filial children, a harmonious family …"
His Majesty could not help but laugh. "Forget it. Don't be nervous, little fellow. I've called you here today because Old Marshal Qiu is hosting a family banquet. There's no other reason. Don't be so reserved, come, sit down."
Yun Yang retracted his arms. "This nephew … this nephew is not skilled in literature or martial arts, he's just a popinjay who eats and waits for death. There's no seat for this nephew in front of the two elders …"
"Sit down when you're asked to!" Old Marshal Qiu hollered.
"Yes, yes, yes." Yun Yang shuddered in fear. He picked a stool timidly and sat on it, saying nervously, "This … this nephew is afraid."
Seeing that he had finally sat down, Old Marshal Qiu and His Majesty looked at each other and saw the endless gloom in each other's eyes.
Why was this child so cowardly?
Exquisite dishes were served like flowing water, the aroma filling the air. In an instant, more than twenty dishes had filled the table.
"Do you drink?" Old Marshal Qiu's tone was heavy with disappointment.
"No … this nephew doesn't … doesn't drink." Yun Yang bowed quickly with a smile.
"Are you going to drink or not?" The old marshal hollered.
"Yes!" Yun Yang wiped his forehead with his sleeves.
"Fill it up!" The old marshal commanded again.
"Yes, yes." Yun Yang quickly picked up the wine pot and filled the old marshal's cup before filling it up for His Majesty. After all, His Majesty the Emperor's identity had not been exposed here. If Yun Yang were to pour wine for His Majesty the emperor first, all pretense would be gone.
"Hmph!" The old marshal's expression grew darker as he raised his cup. "Cheers!"
"Well … this nephew will have a bite first …" Yun Yang looked troubled.
"You're a man, how can you be so wishy-washy? Just do as you're told! "Old Marshal was exasperated.
"Yes, yes …" Yun Yang's hands trembled as he picked up the wine goblet and drained it in one gulp. He choked, "Cough … cough … cough …"
The old marshal and His Majesty the Emperor were exasperated.
What kind of people did they think they were? They had taken some time out of their busy schedules to probe this fellow's background, only to end up with a pile of sh * t!
This was too disgusting.
"Have something to eat," the old marshal said disappointedly.
"Yes, yes … Sir, eat too, Uncle Yu too … Heh, this nephew will not stand on ceremony." Yun Yang pretended to be 'let loose and pretend to be calm' as he reached out and grabbed a large piece of meat, about half a catty in weight. He brought it to his mouth and with a mouthful, half of the meat was gone.
After chewing twice, he stretched his neck and swallowed it like a giraffe, smiling fawningly, "It's delicious …"
The veins on the old marshal's forehead were throbbing.
His Majesty the Emperor lowered his head, exasperated.
"Sigh!" The old marshal sighed and drained his goblet in one gulp, drowning his sorrows in wine.
"Cheers." Yun Yang raised his goblet dumbly and drained it in one gulp.
"This child is quite honest …" His Majesty the Emperor sighed.
The old marshal sighed, "Yes, Marquis Yun is often not at home, this child …"
As he spoke, he suddenly recalled something. Honest? This fellow had been so arrogant yesterday that he had destroyed the house of the Board of War's Assistant Minister, crippling both father and son!
How could such a person be so honest?
"Yun Yang."
"This nephew is here."
"Let me ask you something."
"Ask away, Old Marshal. This nephew will answer all that he knows."
"Why did you … beat up the family of the Board of War's Assistant Minister, Xie Wuyuan?" The old marshal suppressed his anger.
"This …" Yun Yang looked troubled as he stammered.
His Majesty the Emperor shot him a look. Can't let it go? Ask when you're drunk.
"Let's drink!" The old marshal took the hint and raised his goblet.
"Yes, yes." Yun Yang toasted.
"Three more goblets."
"Yes … this … Ah, alright …"
Clang, clang, clang.
"This old man will drink another three goblets with you!"
Clang, clang, clang!
"Come, Uncle Yu will drink three goblets with you as well."
Clang, clang, clang.
Yun Yang let go of his stomach, eating and drinking at the same time. As he drank more and more, his movements became more relaxed; he was already guffawing with his head thrown back.
With a piece of mystical beast's hind leg in his left hand and a large piece of its hoof in his right, he ate to his heart's content. His eyes were squinted, his bones were already seventy to eighty catties lighter. He said in a carefree manner, "To be honest, Old Marshal, this meat is delicious! Haha, I've eaten and drank to my heart's content today. This wine … hmm, it's strong! "
Clang! Without any persuasion, he lifted his head and drank a goblet. His handsome face was flushed, his body swaying as his gaze blurred.
Almost there.
The two old men nodded at the same time.
"Let me ask you, Yun Yang. Why did you beat him yesterday?" The old marshal repeated the same question.
Yun Yang was drunk, his tongue hanging out as he raised his head. "Beat him? Beat him … hmm, what about it? I didn't want to kill him! Such a scum should be beaten to death as soon as possible so that I can clean myself up! "
"Why?" The old marshal asked with a frown.
"Why?" Yun Yang's gaze was blurred as he forced himself to sit up straight and said loudly, "Old Marshal, you know that this nephew isn't a good person … This nephew is a popinjay, this nephew …"
The old marshal was exasperated.
Pfft!
His Majesty the emperor almost spat.
"But this nephew knows what he's doing!" Yun Yang swayed. "Your father didn't want to meddle in yesterday's business either …"
The first sentence was' nephew ', but the next was' your father '.
His Majesty the emperor and the old marshal looked at each other at the same time.
It was as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight. In the Empire of Yutang, there was actually someone who called himself 'your father' in front of both of them …
Qiu Jianhan was exasperated, looking at His Majesty the emperor with a hint of resentment. I said I wouldn't touch but you insisted. Now look at what I've touched …
"But, Old Marshal, do you know? The person they bullied was actually a veteran! A crippled soldier! " Yun Yang was righteous and righteous. "This veteran fought for the country, he's already crippled and living a difficult life. That f * cking Xie Wuyuan's son actually wanted to steal his wife! He even framed him for stealing from his family … "
"This nephew isn't a good person!" Yun Yang spoke loudly as he waved his arms, the juices of the giant hoof in his hand splattering everywhere. His Majesty the emperor and the old marshal dodged, smiling bitterly. Yun Yang was oblivious to it. "But this nephew still has a conscience! I also know that a soldier who fights for the country is a hero even if he's crippled! "
"It's fine that they bully men and women, your father doesn't have the time to be angry with them!" Yun Yang howled, "Argh! But they can't bully a crippled soldier! This young master has to intervene, your father has to do something about it! "
"Therefore … this old man saw injustice on the road and drew his sword to help! I charged straight into the Xie Residence's gate, punching and kicking, it was a majestic sight! "Yun Yang's eyes were misty." This is for justice! Uh, uh … "
Burping a few times, he raised his arms and roared again, "For justice! For heroes! It's a pity that I don't have a saber with me … "
As he spoke, he seemed to sober up a little as he sat down with his neck shrunk and his tongue stuck out as he smiled obsequiously. "I wouldn't dare kill even if I had a saber …"
His Majesty the emperor and the old marshal's faces were as red as dates, exasperated. Their robes were dripping with juice; they looked like a mess. Although they tried their best to avoid it, where could they hide in a space the size of a table?
Even the old marshal's hair and beard were drenched in vegetable soup. His Majesty the emperor was not much better, his neck was a mess …
"This dish is inedible …" The old marshal sighed. Looking down, both of them were dumbfounded.
Where was the vegetable?
Where was the meat?
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