Previously, many civil and military officials went to Yang Xuan to complain, and various hints reminded the leader of Northern Xinjiang: Zhou Jian may have succeeded in cultivation, but he failed to lead an army to attack!

Yang Xuan was noncommittal and did not express his position.

Now he is here.

Should we put aside Pei Jian and promote Jiang Cunzhong, or...

Jiang Cunzhong is an old man from Northern Xinjiang and was Yang Xuan's good friend back then.

This is a die-hard Northern Xinjiang person and a die-hard confidant of Yang Xuan.

You don't need such old men and confidants, but Zhou Jian, whose origin is unknown... My lord, could it be that you drank too much?

"Follow me!"

Three words, leaving endless reverie.

"This is to be said privately."

"That means, publicly speaking, how will Zhou Jian behave in the future?"

"That's fine!"

In the midst of the discussion, Yang Xuan took Pei Jian outside his tent.

Jiang He'er has already lit a fire, and the water in the clay pot has just boiled.

"I'll do it!"

Yang Xuan personally took action and put a few pieces of mutton in.

"sit!"

Yang Xuan pointed to the ground.

Pei Jian sat by the fire and stretched out his hands to warm himself.

"Bring me a spoon."

Yang Xuan turned Jiang Heer's orders around.

"After it's boiled, you have to beat off the foam, otherwise the soup will be turbid and difficult to swallow even if it's delicious."

Yang Xuan used a spoon to hit the foam and threw it on the ground without any sense of ethics.

He knocked the spoon on the edge of the earthen pot a few times, "Back then, when I was hunting in the Dongyu Mountains, I didn't dare to eat the prey I harvested for the first time. I was worried that I would be rejected by my mother if I didn't harvest anything when I returned home. So I just stood up and went.

I found some wild vegetables and made a fire to roast them and eat them."

Pei Jian asked: "Can you eat roasted wild vegetables?"

"Bitter and unpalatable." Yang Xuan smiled bitterly.

"That year, my late father ordered the guards to lead the way, and I led my family up the mountain road north. There was also a lack of food on the road. However, the guards were very skilled, and my cultivation was not bad, so I could always catch prey. However,

To be honest, animal meat is really fishy."

Pei Jian spoke very calmly, but he could hear the hatred engraved in his bones.

"Can't you forget that person in Chang'an?" Yang Xuan asked.

"yes."

Although Pei Jiu went to death on his own, why would he have done this without the perverse actions of the pseudo-emperor and his son?

"I really want to say that he is your enemy and will fight to death. However, everyone has different ideas. You can see for yourself."

Yang Xuan said very relaxedly.

"Mr. Lang, don't you want me and that father and son to fight to the death?" Pei Jian asked.

"I want to, but there's no need."

Yang Xuan stirred the meat in the pot and watched the meat completely change color. He said happily: "Everyone has different goals in life. My goal is to get to that point. It's different."

"This road is difficult, has Mr. Lang never thought of giving up?"

"I have thought about it. I just thought about it at first." Yang Xuan looked up and recalled, "I don't like being arranged by others in life, so I hated my identity very much at that time. I thought, even if I am a member of Dongyu Mountain,

It is better to be an Orion than to be forced to rebel."

He has never spoken of this idea to anyone.

Because he felt that he would be accused of being unfilial.

"When I left Chang'an, I was panic-stricken. It would be an exaggeration to say that I was a bereaved dog. When I learned that Aye was gone, even if I poured all the water from three rivers, I could not wash away my hatred for the father and son. When I arrived in Taoxian County

Later, Uncle Huang said, forget all that, from today on, you are Zhou Jian and Chang'an, and it has nothing to do with you."

Yang Xuan said: "The situation was difficult at that time. If Northern Xinjiang rebelled, the Tang Dynasty would fall apart in an instant."

"Yes! Uncle Huang wouldn't do that kind of thing." Today, Pei Jian has long been relieved. "At first, I was soaked in hatred. I wished I could sneak into Chang'an quietly and enter the imperial city."

Well!

Yang Xuan stopped stirring the meat for a moment, thinking that Pei Jiu had frightened the puppet emperor and his son with his sword. If Emperor Wu hadn't told him before he left, Pei Jiu might have killed him with his bodyguards because of his generous and elegiac temperament.

Entering the palace, we must fight to the death to kill the false emperor and his son.

Unexpectedly, his son also had the same urine problem.

"Life in Taoxian County is very boring. We can only stay at home every day. Occasionally, Uncle Huang will send someone to take us out in turns."

"This is jail." Yang Xuan said.

"Yes." Pei Jian said with a smile: "My family has been in prison for more than ten years, and I have been thinking, what did Pei do wrong? After thinking about it, Pei was not wrong. So, who was wrong? Then

To father and son.”

"You can't get into trouble."

"Has Mr. Lang ever been like this when he was young?"

"After I was ten years old, Ye Niang's attitude changed drastically. I felt uneasy, anxious, depressed, angry...I thought I was crazy. At that time, all I could think about was that the world was unfair!"

"Yes! It was the same for me in those years." Pei Jian said: "Later, I heard that the father and son were cleaning the court. The people of Emperor Wu and those who respected the emperor... were all cleaned one by one. There were even more.

The staunch Shangshu refuted this, and more than ten people were killed and more than a hundred people were exiled. At that time, I was thinking, what did they do wrong? Why did this happen? "

He looked at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan put the spoon in the jar and rubbed his wet hands, "That's life!"

Pei Jian looked at him.

“You see, some people are born into wealth and live a wealthy life. Some people are born into poverty and die in poverty.

They didn't do anything wrong, but fate turned them into different people.

Some people have great glory in the first half of their lives, but are homeless in the second half of their lives; some people are poor and miserable in the first half of their lives, but are happy and blessed in the second half of their lives. Who can you argue with about this? God?"

Yang Xuan paused, smelled the broth, and added a pinch of salt, "Put some in now to get some flavor."

He clapped his hands and shook off the salt particles in his hands, "When I say this, I don't mean to ask you to accept your fate. Heaven is moving vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement. The terrain is unfavorable, and a gentleman carries great virtues. Do you understand?"

He looked at Pei Jian.

"The future may be bleak, but don't blow out the candle in your hand!"

Pei Jian said.

"The soup is ready."

Yang Xuan scooped two bowls of soup.

One bowl per person.

Raise the bowl.

Touched it silently.

Lift your head and do it.

Pei Jian stood up and left.

Yang Xuan sat there, watching him go back to get food, and said: "A great talent with a big chest."

He Lianyan came back, and Jiang Heer murmured to her.

"...I vaguely heard what Lang Jun said about Tian Xingjian..."

He Lianyan smiled and said: "This is the chicken soup that Lang Jun said."

Yang Xuan heard this and shook his head: "You can listen to chicken soup before the age of fifty. It is stupid to listen to the so-called chicken soup after the age of fifty."

"Why?" Jiang He'er asked.

"The road after the age of fifty depends not on chicken soup, but on life!"

In this era, fifty years old is considered a long life.

Listening to chicken soup and giving yourself chicken blood at this age will only overdraw your body and mind, which are going downhill.

"Do you know your destiny at fifty?" He Lianyan came over.
To be continued...