"Oh! Yang Langzhong's daughter? "
Yang Fan took a few glances at her. She had a small face that was as clear as a duck's egg. Her eyebrows were delicate, and her eyes were like dots of paint. This was a very beautiful and adorable girl. Thinking of Yang Mingsheng's concave eyes and aquiline nose, which seemed to carry some Hu blood, Yang Fan couldn't help but think, "I'm afraid those aunties' conjectures are not groundless. This little girl's appearance is really different from her father's."
Yang Fan wrung the water off his clothes and asked, "Then what are you doing here?"
The little girl said, "Grandpa (spoken: father) was injured by bad people. I want to go see him, but grandpa won't let me into his room. I'm very unhappy."
Yang Fan comforted her, "Maybe … your father is afraid that his appearance will scare you."
The little girl silently shook her head. She was so young, but her face was unexpectedly sad, "Grandpa has not treated me well. He has not treated me well since I was young. Mother went to see him, but grandpa also won't let her in. Actually … I rarely saw grandpa since I was young. He was always busy with his own things, holding a pile of thick books and reading them with great interest … "
The little girl pursed her lips and suddenly lowered her voice, saying mysteriously, "I heard people say that I'm not grandpa's biological daughter."
Yang Fan was stunned. He didn't know how to answer her. The little girl looked at him and sighed softly. Bored to death, she propped up her chin. Her pink cheeks were propped up by her small hands, making her look charmingly naive, "Everyone is like this. They talk about you behind your back, but when you really want to ask them, they all laugh and don't want to say anything."
Yang Fan looked at this girl who didn't seem very mature. Compared to her age, she seemed to be too mature. He asked softly, "Your father has not treated you well, and other people say that you are not your father's biological daughter. Now that he is injured, are you worried about him? Will you hate the person who hurt him?"
"Of course!"
The little girl's eyes flickered. She answered seriously, "Whether grandpa is my biological father or not, I was raised by him. If I don't worry about him, who should I worry about? The bad guy harmed grandpa, so of course I have to hate that big bad guy! "
Yang Fan was silent for a moment, then he nodded heavily and said, "Yes, even if I didn't give birth to her, I still have the grace of raising her. As a person, kindness must be repaid! The grudge must be repaid! "
"En!"
The little girl nodded her head vigorously and smiled sweetly at him. "Although your ability isn't that great, your words are very correct! I'm Yang Xuelian, and you? "
Yang Fan smiled and replied softly, "My surname is Yang, my name is … Yang Fan!"
…
When Yang Fan returned to the Five Plum Pavilion in the front residence, Maqiao was placing the dishes on the table. He was quite good at handling affairs. He coaxed Steward Liu to be happy and accompanied him to work. The work was easy and the food was better than the other workers. Seeing Yang Fan's drenched appearance, Maqiao hurried over and asked in surprise, "How long has it been? How did you end up like this?"
Yang Fan sighed and said, "Alas! When I went to the back residence to deliver food, those officials from the Ministry of Justice saw that I was carrying a saber and insisted on competing with me in martial arts. " As he said this, he took the podao from his waist and pulled it out of the scabbard. With a splash, a puddle of clear water appeared under his feet.
Steward Liu was holding a pair of chopsticks and was about to pick some food when he heard this. He slammed his chopsticks on the table and said angrily, "Humph! These villains know that my Ah Lang's power is gone, that's why they dare to be so presumptuous! They actually caused such trouble in my Yang residence. If it wasn't for Ah Lang needing to recuperate now, this old man would definitely … "
He paused and looked at Yang Fan, then sighed and said, "Child, you're too honest. It's good that you don't cause trouble, but you can't let others bully you. "
Yang Fan smiled shyly and even scratched his head at the right time, looking like a charmingly naive country boy.
Steward Liu glared at him resentfully and said, "Child, you really make people distressed and angry at the same time. It's already late autumn and you're dripping wet like this, won't you catch a cold? Did you bring a change of clothes? Go change before you eat. "
Yang Fan said, "This little one is young and strong, it won't be a problem!"
But Maqiao knew very well that he did not bring a change of clothes, so he said, "Let's go, I just happened to bring a change of clothes. Let's go back and change!"
Maqiao pulled Yang Fan back to the woodshed and took out his own change of clothes for him to change into. Although it was a little fat, it was still a good fit. When the two returned to Five Plum Pavilion, Steward Liu was almost full. Seeing them return, he said, "Sit down and eat, it's going to get cold."
Yang Fan and Maqiao thanked him and sat down on both sides of the table. Just as they picked up their chopsticks, a servant rushed in and reported, "Steward Liu, General Cai Dongcheng of the Right Imperial Guard has come to visit Ah Lang."
"Oh?"
Steward Liu, who had just finished eating, hurriedly put down his chopsticks and stood up, saying, "I'll go welcome him, quickly inform Ah Lang."
Steward Liu hurriedly wiped his hands, got up, and walked out, muttering to himself, "Strange! There aren't any generals among the officials Ah Lang usually has dealings with, but this general came as soon as he heard the news. It seems he is very familiar with Ah Lang. "
Yang Fan's ears twitched slightly as he heard every single word that Steward Liu said.
After a while, Steward Liu came back, smiling from ear to ear as he led a guest. Maqiao and Yang Fan were sitting in Five Plum Pavilion eating. This pavilion had no windows and was transparent on all sides, so they could clearly see the situation on the road. Both of them looked curiously at the general. Although they lived in Luoyang, it was the first time they saw such a high-ranking official.
Steward Liu bowed slightly as he led the general under the shade of the trees. There were two rows of elm trees, stretching from the main hall to the front door. The two rows were perfectly straight, and in the middle, there was a neat pavement paved with stone slabs. The shade was dense, and sunlight shone through the trees onto the pavement. Because of the gentle breeze, the branches danced in the air, casting shadows all over the ground.
Yang Fan looked over, his gaze moving from bottom to top. The first thing that came into view was a thin-soled battle boot made of yellow ox hide. As the battle boot stepped on, a leaf that had not yet fallen to the ground was stepped on by him. When the boot was lifted again, the leaf had already been crushed into pieces. The battle boot was lifted and then put down again, creating a rhythmic sense of power. Yang Fan's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.
His gaze continued to move up, quickly sweeping past the thick and sturdy body, landing directly on his face. This was a burly man with a red face, wearing a military officer's robe of the Fengchen Guards. His helmet was tucked under his ribs, his hair tied up, facing upwards from his forehead. His black hair tightly clung to his face, giving him a dignified aura without being angry.
Steward Liu bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation to the tall and sturdy man. The man turned slightly and stepped onto the road to the back of the residence. As he turned, under his thick, black eyebrows, two sharp eyes swept across the pavilion. His gaze swept past Yang Fan and Maqiao without pausing for a moment.
In the eyes of this Lieutenant General of the Fengchen Guard, there was no difference between Yang Fan and Maqiao sitting in the Five Plum Pavilion and the stone tables, stone benches, pavilion pillars, and bonsai that he had swept past. When he turned to the back of the house, one could clearly see that the robe on his chest was stretched taut by his bulging muscles. When he swung his arm, the rivets on the leather wrist guards on his sleeves glowed with golden light under the sunlight.
"Ha! Such power! "
Maqiao couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
Such a strong killing intent!
Yang Fan silently added in his heart.
All the guests that came to the Lieutenant General's residence were people he suspected, especially the generals. What Steward Liu had said to himself earlier had already revealed a lot of information. In these years, the officials that Yang Mingsheng had befriended were mostly civil officials. There were very few generals who interacted with him. This Lieutenant General Cai had never even paid a visit. But right after something had happened to Yang Mingsheng, he had come!
Although he was the Lieutenant General of the Fengchen Guard and not the Longwu Army, who knew if the Lieutenant General of the Fengchen Guard today was the first officer of the Longwu Army in the past?
Yang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Clang clang clang …"
The footsteps were sonorous. There were four other generals following behind Lieutenant General Cai. When Cai Dongcheng turned to the corridor in the back of the residence, they happened to be walking side by side. These were four soldiers with a thousand oxen. The Fengchen Guard had a total of twelve thousand oxen. They were also high-ranking military officials, and they were four of them.
The four people walked side by side. The one on the left had a sharp chin and a leopard's face, a stocky back and a bear's waist. The second had the arms of an ape and a long body, like an agile leopard. The third had a sharp chin and a protruding forehead, with slightly sunken cheeks. He looked lean, but his sword-like eyebrows slanted to his temples gave him a heroic air. The fourth person was slightly fatter than the other three, but he didn't give off the slightest feeling of being bloated or slow.
What was even more surprising was that when these four people raised their hands and moved their feet, they seemed to be one person. Looking at it from any angle, it was as if there were three shadows of one person. It was to the extent that every time their eyes moved, they would accurately land on the same spot.
Since they were in the ranks, perhaps they had put in a lot of hard work to practice formations, but what they were displaying now was not just orderly ranks. Moreover, in this place, they didn't need to deliberately be orderly. Each of them was walking their own path and didn't deliberately coordinate with others. But no matter how they walked, no matter how fast or slow their steps were, they were like one person.
It was to the extent that when they followed the path to the back of the residence, the people in the inner circle slowed down their steps, narrowed the distance between them, while the people in the outer circle took bigger steps and increased their speed. It was all so natural, without a trace of deliberate. It was like a meat screen, or perhaps … an iron wall.
If any one of them were taken out individually, they wouldn't be as awe-inspiring as Lieutenant General Cai Dongcheng. But when the four of them walked together, even Cai Dongcheng seemed to be inferior to them. This kind of seamless unity gave people a feeling that there was no way to attack.
Yang Fan thought to himself, "These four people must have known each other for many years and are skilled in joint attacks!"
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