In the first year of Civilization, Chen Zi'ang passed the imperial examination for the third time and passed the imperial examination.

It was in this year that Yang Chenglie left from Junzhou with the lost mother and came to Changping.

Calculate the time, the two have not seen each other for eighteen years.

The last time the two met was in the Youzhou Governor's Office in Ji County.

However, it was too hasty at that time. The governor of Youzhou, Zhang Renyuan, had just taken office. Chen Zi'ang, as the right-hand military officer, helped him stabilize the situation. Yang Chenglie was also busy with official duties at that time, so that the two met again and separated in a hurry.

After that, Yang Chenglie and Chen Zi'ang never met again.

Half a year passed in a flash, until the beginning of the month, when Chen Zi'ang suddenly sent someone to deliver a letter, saying that he wanted to find Yang Chenglie to enjoy the moon.

After a long drought, I meet sweet dew and meet old friends in a foreign land.

There are four great joys in life. The reunion between Yang Chenglie and Chen Zi'ang can be regarded as one of them.

But for some reason, Yang Shouwen always felt that Chen Zi'ang was a little weird.

Since he and Yang Chenglie are old friends, they have not had any contact for half a year, but suddenly come to Changping for a party?

And this period was a turbulent period in Changping, which was a coincidence.

Although Chen Zi'ang said that he would leave Youzhou in a few days and return to his hometown in Shehong, Zizhou, to mourn his father and resign from office. Yang Shouwen still couldn't feel at ease. Intuition told him that Chen Zi'ang must have other purposes when he came to Changping.

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On August 14th, a bright moon is in the sky.

Although it is not Mid-Autumn Festival, it seems that the full moon atmosphere has been touched on Hugu Mountain.

Yang Chenglie might have been too happy. He drank a lot of wine in the afternoon, but he didn't even eat dinner and just fell on the couch.

Chen Zi'ang's condition was better, and he showed his face at dinner.

"Brother, this Mr. Chen is a little weird."

After dinner, Yang Rui secretly found Yang Shouwen and pulled him to a secluded place.

Yang Shouwen said: "Mr. Chen is my father's friend, why do you say that?"

"No, I didn't say he was bad, I just said...Brother, you don't know. Mr. Chen just pulled me and kept asking me what happened here that night. He also asked me about the situation of Liaozi, asked me about Liaozi's situation here, and asked me if I had found anything special... Anyway, I think he was a little abnormal."

Yang Rui doesn't seem to like Chen Zi'ang very much, and he didn't like it from the beginning.

He is a very proud person, but after seeing Chen Zi'ang, Yang Rui realized what arrogance is.

It is a kind of arrogance that even if you are kind to you and have a smile on your face, you will still express disdain in your words.

Yang Rui didn't know how to deal with such a person.

In terms of fame, Chen Zi'ang is famous all over the world. A song about Youzhou spread throughout China. How could he be compared to a young boy like him? In terms of his background, although Chen Zi'ang is not a famous family, even those rich nobles will not neglect them.

In terms of official positions, Chen Zi'ang was the right picker and supervised the military of Youzhou.

And what about him...

Faced with such an uncle who crushed him in all aspects, Yang Rui would not dare to express himself easily even if he had any dissatisfaction.

Yang Shouwen smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Erlang doesn't need to think too much. Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival. Everyone has a lot to do, so go to bed earlier."

"Um!"

Yang Rui just complained to Yang Shouwen, but in fact he couldn't find anyone to talk to him. Although Yang Shouwen is not much older than him, sometimes Yang Rui felt that his brother might be more reliable than his biological father.

The night is getting thicker and thicker.

After nightfall, clouds and mists in the mountains envelop the entire Little Maitreya Temple.

Maybe they were all tired, so everyone went to rest early shortly after nightfall. From the direction of the Zen room, there were waves of snoring sounds. The Little Maitreya Temple was quiet and there was no sound at all.

Yang Shouwen lay on the Zen bed, suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and got off the Zen bed.

Bodhi, who was lying at the door, was awakened and stood up.

Yang Shouwen shook softly, signaling Bodhi not to move, then walked to the window with his hands and pushed open the window.

It started raining outside at some point.

The rain was not too heavy, lingering and coming silently.

Yang Shouwen turned over and jumped out of the window. Bodhi fell down immediately, but his eyes with faint light appeared in the darkness.

There was no one in the Zen temple.

The temperature dropped again after nightfall, and with the drizzle falling, Yang Shouwen immediately felt an inexplicable chill.

He looked around and after he confirmed that there was no one, he walked through the Zen temple like a spirit cat and hid under the shed where firewood was piled up.

"who!"

A low voice came from the darkness, followed by a flash of cold light, like a cold light with weapons.

Without saying a word, Yang Shouwen pressed his backhand on the handle of the knife.

Before he could answer, a man came out of the darkness and let out a gentle breath, "Yizi, why haven't you been asleep yet?"

"Dad?"

Yang Shouwen was shocked when he saw the man clearly.

It turned out that the person hiding in the shed was his son Yang Chenglie.

Yang Chenglie pulled Yang Shouwen and hid behind the pile of firewood, and then asked viciously: "What are you doing when you run out in the middle of the night?"

But unexpectedly, Yang Chenglie's words made Yang Shouwen chuckled.

"I will do whatever my dad comes."

"what I do?"

"hey-hey!"

Yang Shouwen's mysterious smile made Yang Chenglie speechless.

He put away his knife and whispered: "Do you think I really have eaten too much wine? Humph, let me tell you, I may not be as literary as that guy, but I am not less sensible than him. If not, how could your mother choose me back then?"

As he said that, Yang Chenglie laughed twice, turned his head and stopped talking.

Looking at the father's back, Yang Shouwen's eyes unconsciously narrowed into a line.

Who said Yang Chenglie was a rough man?

Don’t look at how he usually makes me feel rude, but what about it?

An outsider worked as a county magistrate in Changping for ten years and was as stable as Mount Tai. This is not an easy task! The regional concept in the Tang Dynasty was very strong, even more serious than that in later generations. But the people in Changping County seemed to have no rejection of Yang Chenglie. In this regard, it was not something that a person without any scheming could do.

Yang Chenglie's Changping accent, which is almost indistinguishable from the locals, is definitely not a language talent.

It is conceivable that when he first came to Changping, he probably put in a lot of effort. It is precisely because of this that Changping people would accept him as they are now.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a sentence appeared in Yang Shouwen's mind: Life is all about acting!

This sentence is definitely not abrupt when used on Yang Chenglie. Even a big bull like Chen Zi'ang was deceived by Yang Chenglie.

It seems that I can't underestimate my dad in the future.

"Dad!"

"Um?"

"I want to ask you something."

Yang Chenglie hid behind the firewood pile, but his eyes were fixed on the Zen temple.

He whispered: "Yizi, when it comes time to say something, I will naturally tell you. But now, the time is not yet ripe. No matter how much you ask me, I will not tell you. Telling you now is equivalent to harming you."

He said without looking back, pausing for a moment, and then said softly: "Okay, ask."

Yang Shouwen suddenly didn't know what to say, and after a while, he spoke: "Dad, I just wanted to ask, why did you come to Changping?"

"Do you think I want to come in this place where the bird doesn't poop?"

Yang Chenglie retracted and signaled Yang Shouwen to monitor the outside on his behalf.

He sat down on the ground in a comfortable position and said, "I originally planned to take you back to my hometown Hongnong, but you, Anweng, did not agree. He found your uncle, and the clan asked for a position as a county magistrate based on Yu Yin. However, because Changping was far away from the capital, my clan brother was unwilling to come, so Anweng, let me replace him.

Changping is bitter and cold, and it is located in a deserted state, but it is far away from the capital. Even our big enemy can't find us..."

When Yang Shouwen heard this, he showed a sudden look of consciousness.

Yang Chenglie was born into the Hongnong Yang family, and he was a wealthy family in Guanzhong.

In terms of history, it may not be inferior to the five surnames and seven sects, and it may even be even longer.
Chapter completed!