As soon as Yang Xuangan said, the Rainbow sisters looked at each other. Lin Qingxia and Lin Daiyu, well, Qingyi and Ziyi, two Rainbow sisters, stood up and bowed to Yang Xuangan. After Yang Xuangan nodded, they went to pick up the pen, ink, paper and ink.

After I took a deep breath after draining a cup of fine wine, I took a deep breath. In a short while, the two beauties brought pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and placed them on my desk. The beautiful man in blue spread out and put them tightly for me, and brought a good pen.

The beautiful man in green grinded me for me. Seeing the Mo Kong gradually melting in the inkstone, the faint fragrance emitted from the two beautiful men made me feel even more intoxicating than the fragrance of flowers.

I turned my head and glanced at my uncle and said to Yang Xuangan. "I wonder what my uncle wants to write?"

"I heard that my nephew not only hunted tigers yesterday, but also wrote a great masterpiece. He vowed to sweep away the Huns and lost five thousand sable brocades to the dust of Hu. It was pitiful that the bones by the Wuding River were still the ones in the dream of spring boudoir... These good sentences were so generous and tragic that they recited, and they burst into tears. It was really my heart." Yang Xuangan stood up, walked to the rigging stand with shiny iron armor and horizontal swords next to him, stretched out his hand to stroke the armor, and sighed.

My uncle also empathized with it and shook his head and couldn't help but say, "It's the reason. Since the founding of the Sui Dynasty, I have never stopped fighting in the east and west. I don't know how many people have separated their wives and children, and their families have been destroyed."

Yang Xuangan's hand fell on the scabbard of the horizontal knife, then took the scabbard off and half the scabbard. Looking at the cold-spreading horizontal knife for a while, Yang Xuangan finally sent the scabbard back to the scabbard. "Today, Zi'en Goguryeo was so rude that he insisted on leading a million heroic troops northwards. It's really... Haha, nephew, I'm still bothering you to record this poem on the back of the fan, which is considered to be my wish, how about it?"

It seemed that Yang Xuangan knew that he had made a mistake and quickly changed the subject. Naturally, I wouldn't pay attention to it. After calming down for a while, I picked up the pen and fell on the paper. This poem on the tucked-up that has been famous throughout the ages was copied by me on the folding fan.

Yang Xuangan took the folding fan, admired the poem above, and recited it repeatedly. Even my uncle shook his head and looked intoxicated.

"Okay, okay, I should treasure this fan. My nephew will come and drink this cup, hahahaha..." Yang Xuangan and my uncle seemed to have drunk too much, and they were talking nonsense while drinking. In the end, Yang Xuangan, who was drunk and lost his vigilance, threw the wine cup in his hand on the table and said hatefully: "I have lived a frustrated life these days."

"Why did you say this?" My uncle called out a drink, sat up straight with a crooked look on his face.

"Haha, brother, how can you not know that the Yang family of Hongnong, my Hongnong family has been well-known and famous all over the world. Even the civil and military officials in the court are mostly generals and officials of the father. Now the court is gradually getting worse and the emperor is suspicious. Is it so safe?" Yang Xuanxian shook his head with a wry smile and sighed.

After hearing Yang Xuangan's drunk mantra, I couldn't help but feel sad about the experience of the Minister of Rites of the Great Sui Dynasty. His father was a powerful minister and countless disciples and officials were in the court. In this way, how could Yang Guang not secretly be afraid of him? Therefore, during the reign of Emperor Wen of Sui, Yang Xuangan, who was already ranked second-rank senior with his father Yang Su, was not allowed to use it until his father died.

Either he became the Minister of Rites, and then he was promoted to the Minister of Rites. Although the Minister of Rites seemed to be noble, he had no military power. This made Yang Xuangan, who followed his father Yang Su, feel very angry. Now that the emperor is fighting north, he, the Minister of Rites, is also named by the emperor, but he does not give him the opportunity to unify his troops and soldiers.

Even if he did, he could find out that the emperor was not at ease with him, for fear that he would be as good as his father. My uncle was also very moved, well, my uncle's family was also very awesome in the previous dynasty. His grandfather was Gao Yue, the King of Qinghe, Northern Qi, and his father was Gao Yi, the King of Le'an. Qi fell into Zhou and still granted the power to establish the government. After entering the Sui Dynasty, he served as the governor of Yang, Chu, Guang, and Tao, and was also considered a real power figure.

But when I reached my uncle's generation, I couldn't even get a little cute father. Now I'm in middle age, but I'm just a small seventh grade, so my uncle felt a little uncomfortable.

Seeing these two old friends reunite and complaining, I felt bored after listening for a while. Well, the important thing is that I already knew the ending. Because of the emperor's suspicion, Yang Xuangan, who was uneasy, finally rose up to rebel against the Sui Dynasty. Although my uncle, who had a close relationship with Yang Xuangan, did not participate in the rebellion, was exiled to a barbaric miasma land like Jiaozhi because of their relationship.

Today, when I saw that the two of them had a very shallow relationship, it would be fine as long as my uncle has no worries about his life. If I talk less easily, my uncle is a loyal and upright person, so I will definitely not make any changes just because of my words.

Forget it, I'd better eat and drink peacefully and appreciate the beauty. Well, after these two girls came to me to serve me, the beauty in blue left first, and the maid who came to serve me tea and wine was now taken over by the beauty in blue.

Very good. Both of these girls look at each with their own characteristics, but I still think the Qingyi Fun girl who stayed is a little more beautiful. What’s important is that I used to like watching Brigitte Lin’s movies, especially Brigitte Lin’s portrait in "The Unbeaten of the East". I really don’t know how many Chinese children I have been fascinated by, and I am one of them.

Today, the dress of the Rainbow sister in front is very similar to that of Brigitte Lin in "The Unbeaten in the East", which makes me feel very fond of it, but this girl looks cold and looks very average and passes the rules, looking neither far nor close.

After seeing this young master's calligraphy, her beautiful eyes were filled with curiosity, and there was a little more surprise and surprise inside. It seemed that she could never have thought that a young man, who was at least three or four years younger than her, could not catch up with her calligraphy at all, even if she rode a thousand miles away.

"Young Master, please use it." The Great Sui Dongfang Unbeaten Edition Brigitte Lin poured me a cup of wine, showed a faint smile, and signaled to me. The voice is good, with a slight magnetic slightness. Well, in this way, Li Yaoguang's voice is as clear and captivating as the proud lonely crane in the sky. The voice of my girl is as charming as the yellow orioles passing through the forest, and this girl's voice is like the thrush on the branch, which makes people feel happy. Anyway, each has its own characteristics.

If a beautiful girl has a very ugly voice and dull voice, then her impression of her will be deducted at least about 30. It seems that this young master also has the potential for voice control.

"Well, thank you." I, who came back from the Waiwai, responded with a polite smile. With a surprised expression, the girl took the wine cup and drank it, and then lowered her head, she no longer faced me. Her dexterous hands were flexibly dismembering a large piece of grilled lamb chops with a flesh-cutting knife.

The movements are flexible without any anger. The accuracy and ruthlessness of the knife really reminds me of the first knife hand at my uncle's mansion. It seems that this Dongfang Unbeaten version of Sister Qingxia should be a master of swords. However, when I think of the Hongfu Nu recorded in the unofficial history, it is very awesome female heroes. It seems that such unofficial historical records will appear, which is not completely unreasonable.
Chapter completed!