Yang Fan and Maqiao were lying side by side on the same bed.
Yang Fan's house had already been entrusted to Su Fangzheng to find someone to resell it. However, there was originally nothing in the house. Now that the weather was cold, it was better to stay at home. It was better to stay at Ma's house to keep warm.
Maqiao rested his head on his arms and looked at the top of the tent. He said to Yang Fan: "I have been diligently practicing the martial arts you taught me. Later, when I am familiar with this set of saber techniques, you will have to teach me some new ones."
Yang Fan said: "Of course, I am only afraid that you are not willing to work hard. As long as you are willing to learn, there is no reason for me not to teach you."
Maqiao thought for a moment and laughed: "I still feel like I am in a dream! I never thought that I, Maqiao, would have such a glorious day. Wearing these clothes, it is really awe-inspiring. Just now, did you see how envious those servants and Marquis Wu were when they looked at us … "
He suddenly turned over and looked at Yang Fan with bright eyes. Yang Fan said in surprise: "Why are you looking at me like that? I am not your wife! "
Ma Qiao sincerely said, "Little Fan, thank you from the bottom of my heart!"
Yang Fan asked curiously: "Thank me for what?"
Maqiao said seriously: "When I was a child, my mother told me the story of 'Mencius's mother moved three times'. She said that an eagle living in a chicken coop will also lose the ability to soar in the sky. The kind of friend you make determines the kind of person you become. I am very happy to be friends with you, to be brothers! "
Yang Fan smiled and patted him on the shoulder without saying a word.
Maqiao said regretfully: "But why did you let me stay in the Longwu army? It would be better for us brothers to be together, we can take care of each other."
Yang Fan said, "In the army, no matter how much seniority is valued, the most important thing is real ability. You know how Chu Dage was demoted from the army. The man he had crippled had a backer, but what happened in the end? We are brothers. If we stay together, it will be hard for us to take care of each other. You'll have more opportunities in the Dragonguard than in the Golden Guards. "
Maqiao nodded and said seriously, "Yes! I don't want to rely on your care to climb up and let others stab me in the back. I just don't want to be separated from you. Don't worry, if I want to become an official, I will use my own ability to convince people! "
The faintly discernible figure quietly left the vicinity of the Ma family.
This person was Tin Aino. After receiving her Young Master's order, she had a justifiable reason to pay attention to Yang Fan with peace of mind. She didn't expect that Yang Fan had become an imperial guard.
She recalled that when she first met Yang Fan, he was just a worker. Then, in the blink of an eye, he had become the head of the White Horse Temple. Now, he had become an imperial guard. This person's luck was truly beyond her imagination.
"He's just a small soldier in the imperial guard. I believe that Young Master won't take him seriously."
Tin Aino pondered on whether she should report this matter to her Young Master. Years of obedience had become a habit, so she didn't want to hide anything from her Young Master. However, she instinctively wanted to protect Yang Fan.
Suddenly, she saw a familiar place and couldn't help but stop.
A moment later, she appeared in the small house that Yang Fan used to live in.
The door opened and the cold moonlight shone into the room. Tin Aino silently scanned everything in the room and quietly walked in.
The mouse in the corner was startled by her light footsteps and quickly crawled into its hole.
Tin Aino lifted the dusty bedsheet and gently sat down on the couch. She hugged her knees with a gentle gaze.
This place was shabby and there was really nothing to look at. For a girl like her who was born in a wealthy family and was extremely particular about clothes and food, this was even more so for her. However, this place had an indescribable attraction to her. When she was here, her heart would feel incomparably peaceful and warm.
Perhaps she had this feeling in her distant childhood. She had always refused to think of her childhood because once she thought of it, she would involuntarily recall that miserable period of time. However, during the days that she stayed at Yang Fan's place, that relaxed, comfortable, natural and unrestrained feeling was something that she had only experienced in her distant childhood.
It was a feeling of home, a feeling of home. She couldn't describe the specific feeling, but there was a faint nostalgia and sadness …
Tin Aino sighed softly and hugged her knees in loneliness.
… …
The Guards of Jin Wu were divided into the Left and Right Guards of Jin Wu. They were two of the sixteen guards of the Imperial Army and were in charge of the Emperor's Imperial Guards and retinue. The patrolling police in the palace and the capital, as well as matters of the Marquis of Feng, roads, and water were all within their scope of responsibility.
Yang Fan had originally planned on using the opportunity to enter the palace to get close to Shangguan Wan 'er. However, he didn't know that an outsider like him had no chance to walk around the palace without anyone leading him. Every time he saw Shangguan Wan' er, it was in public and under the watchful eyes of everyone. There was no chance at all.
Up until now, he hadn't made any progress on Shangguan Wan 'er's side. In the end, Qiu Shenji, who he thought would be hard to get close to, had been accidentally sent to him by fate.
However, the world was full of strange changes that were hard to imagine. Yang Fan had originally thought that he would be staying in the Guards of Jin Wu for a long time and that there would be opportunities to act. Therefore, after reporting to Meng Jin, he patiently familiarized himself with the surroundings and made friends with the soldiers in the army. He temporarily suppressed his murderous intent and wanted to completely assimilate into this environment to ensure that his identity would not be exposed when he returned to the Thorn Hill.
However, three days! Just three days later, his superior, Captain Fu, informed him to immediately pack up and report to the palace in Luoyang. From that day onwards, he would become a big-horned man.
The big-horned men were part of the Guards of Jin Wu. There were a total of six hundred of them and they were part of the royal guard of honor. Usually, they wielded halberds and served as palace guards. However, during major court meetings and important royal ceremonies, they would hold large horns and blow horns, becoming a part of the royal instrumental band.
Yang Fan didn't know why he was transferred to the palace again. He had just gotten close to Qiu Shenji and hadn't even warmed his seat when he was transferred away again. Fortunately, he was transferred to another place. Therefore, Yang Fan made a feint with Qiu Shenji and killed his way back into the palace.
There had never been an imperial guard like Yang Fan who could cause such a huge commotion when he entered the palace. In reality, when he had first reported to Meng Jin, he had also caused a commotion in the imperial army of the Guards of Jin Wu.
Bowing was one of the most popular sports in the army. An expert in bowing would be fanatically sought after by the soldiers. This time, Yang Fan had fought five against ten and accompanied Princess Taiping in defeating the Tufan army. This attracted the intense attention of the imperial army.
However, the attention he attracted in the imperial army was far less than the impact he had in the palace. This was because he had once defeated a sumo wrestler from Princess Taiping's residence. Because he was the little whirlwind in the bowing arena. It was said that Lady Xiao Man was so angry that she stomped her feet and Shangguan Shouzhao was so angry that he fell down. Because he fought side by side with Princess Taiping and defeated the Tufan army.
Most of the officers and soldiers of the Guards of Jin Wu had only heard about it through hearsay. They had vaguely heard about the grand occasion of that day's competition. Most of the palace maids, eunuchs, and guards were eyewitnesses. Therefore, the arrival of Yang Fan caused an even bigger commotion among them.
Other than that, there was another important reason. Yang Fan was once the head monk of the White Horse Temple. Until now, his head was still bald and did not grow any hair. Everyone in the palace knew what kind of person the abbot of the White Horse Temple, Xue Huaiyi, was. Therefore, Yang Fan, who was also from the White Horse Temple, also became a little erotic.
A bald little monk, what a fresh feeling! This image and identity, compared to a guard or a scholar, had a different flavor. It was a fresh and exciting feeling. This kind of feeling could easily arouse the imagination of those girls who were deep in the palace and had nothing to do …
"Aiyo, Brother Yang, thank you so much. I slipped and … "
The one who spoke was a cute Little Palace Maid of about 12 or 13 years old. Her surname was Zhou, and she had a lovely name: Yuan Bao.
At this time, gold and silver were not used as currency, and there was no such thing as Yuan Bao. But at this time, there was already the word "Yuan Bao". Yuan Bao at this time referred to "Kai Yuan Tong Bao". It seemed that Zhou Yuan Bao's parents were so poor that they gave their daughter such a name.
In this era, girls could get married at the age of 15. Many girls who passed the age of 15 were already married. In order to ensure that the number of palace maids and beauties was sufficient, the age of the beauties in the palace was relatively young. They could enter the palace at the age of 11 or 12. Zhou Yuan Bao entered the palace at the age of 11, and had been in the palace for a year.
It had just snowed heavily, and the world was covered in a vast expanse of white. Yang Fan, with snow on his shoulder, walked over from the opposite side with his halberd in his hand. Zhou Yuan Bao was walking towards him, and as soon as he saw him, he slipped and fell. There were two palace walls on both sides, and there were only the two of them in the middle. Should he help him up?
Yang Fan went forward to help him up, and so the little girl hung on his arm.
The snow was very white, as white as the white flour.
The snow was very soft, as soft as a sponge cake.
So this fall did not hurt Lady Yuan Bao, nor did it dirty her clothes. But the little girl hung on Yang Fan's arm, looking a little unsteady. She said coquettishly, "Brother Yang, can you help me pat the snow off my body? I can't stand properly."
She was sitting on the ground, so the snow was stuck to her dress. At this moment, she raised her little butt, raised her cute little face, and looked at Yang Fan with her big watery eyes. There was a mischievous smile in the bottom of her eyes. Of course, she knew that Yang Fan would not really dare to help her pat the snow off her dress. She just liked to see Yang Fan embarrassed.
In a place with many men, even the most flamboyant women would calm down. But in a place with many women, they were practically unscrupulous. Yang Fan was a grown man, but from time to time, he became the object of the Little Palace Maid's teasing. The women in the Lonely Deep Palace had another source of entertainment.
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