Chapter 154 There are many better people than you, how old is he?
Chapter 154
Yang Qian saw the young man swallowing the bowl of porridge with big mouthfuls, and when he saw the biscuits in the package next to him, he wanted to reach out and grab it.
I had to persuade him.
"I'm afraid you haven't eaten for many days. At this time, eating hard food like biscuits will kill you."
"You'd better take your time and wait for a while before eating. After all, these biscuits were bought as a gift to you."
The young man's eyes full of vigilance and caution fell on Yang Qian's face.
But he still took his hand back and didn't stop until he drank all the bowl of porridge.
The young man slowly put down the porridge bowl and placed his hand on the cloth bag wrapping the Hu cake.
Yang Qian smiled and was about to speak when he saw the young man standing up suddenly like a spring.
Grabbing the bag of biscuits, he rushed into the narrow alley...
Yang Qian looked at the young man who grabbed the biscuits and ran away with a determined look on his face, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Looks like I'm so hungry that I didn't realize this was a dead end, huh?!"
Yang Qian saw the young man rushing to the end of the alleyway and jumping nearly ten feet high like a spiritual ape.
As soon as he put his hand on the wall blocking the way, he jumped over the courtyard wall behind him.
Also disappearing together was the bag of biscuits...
Yang Qian's mouth opened wide, and he was a little confused when he looked at the courtyard wall, which was even a foot high.
Could this kid be a practicing jiazi, super parkour?
Li Shimin beside him also shouted exaggeratedly.
"This little thief is actually a snitch. Sister, did you see it? He jumped over the wall in a swish."
"Yeah." Li Xiuning's eyebrows gradually raised, and her indifferent and calm face seemed to have a hint of interest.
"Not an ordinary person."
Li Xiuning's words were still so concise and powerful.
Yang Qian nodded in agreement. Since this young man is not an ordinary person, why is he so embarrassed and almost starving to death?
But since the other party has already left, Yang Qian has no need to get to the bottom of it.
"Let's go, it seems the other party doesn't want to deal with us." Yang Qian turned around and picked up Wu Gu.
When Yang Qian and others turned around and left the alley, a face that looked like a tabby cat poked out from the wall.
In his mouth, he was chewing Hu biscuits slowly and vigorously.
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In the afternoon of the next day, Li Yuan and his wife Dou, as well as Li Xiuning and Li Shimin came to visit.
The gentle and generous Mr. Dou was chatting cordially with Mr. Han, but his eyes fell on Yang Qian from time to time.
Seeing Yang Qian's heart was slightly hairy, he could only bite the bullet and keep a gentle and modest smile.
Two middle-aged handsome men were chatting and laughing, while two middle-aged women were sitting next to each other. As for what they were talking about, God knows...
When adults speak, juniors naturally have to avoid them.
As the master, Yang Qian took his younger sister Wu Guo and led the Li Xiuning siblings to their father's study.
A servant brought a charcoal fire and served tea, soup and cakes.
Li Shimin's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the sweet pastries on the table. "I'm so hungry. It's just the right time to fill my stomach."
First he picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth, then stretched his hand to the second one...
Yang Qian looked at this short and fat man who loved sweets and had to remind him.
"I said Li Er, do you know why you are so fat?"
"..." Li Shimin felt bad all over. He used the tea soup to put the second pastry into his stomach, and then he said resentfully.
"Brother Yang, can we stop mentioning the word "fat" all the time?"
Yang Qian laughed directly, with a kind and sincere expression on his face.
"Okay, let's not mention the word fat...then do you know why you are half a month old?"
"..." Li Xiuning's hands trembled slightly as she just picked up the tea soup.
Fortunately, she had extraordinary concentration, otherwise the tea would have spilled out.
"!!!" Li Shimin, who had just picked up the third pastry and was about to put it into his mouth, almost peed.
What a god and a half!
He looked at Yang Qian who was smiling, and then glanced at his sister who had nothing to do and was already concentrating on sipping the tea soup.
Li Shimin could only put the third pastry back on the plate with his head downcast.
"You should just say fat, it will sound easier to Biyueban..."
"Eat less sweets. If you eat too much of these things, you will not only gain weight, but you will also get sick easily."
Yang Qian kindly reminded this Luban Li who would suffer from high blood pressure in the next few decades.
"My dad likes to eat more than me. He's fine." Li Shimin muttered quietly, but in the end he didn't have the courage to get the third pastry.
He felt that his little heart really couldn't stand the stimulation of Brother Yang's words.
Yang Qian was too lazy to pay attention to him, but after Li Xiuning drank the tea, his eyes fell on the books placed on the desk.
Almost at the same time, Yang Wugou's little hand stretched out, landed on the book, patted it twice, and then tugged on Yang Qian's skirt.
Seeing the looks from the two women, one big and one small, Yang Qian immediately laughed and raised his hand to flip the book cover.
"This is "Historical Records" written by Ma Siqian. Do you want to listen?"
Both women showed an expression that said, "That's a good question, we want to listen." They nodded in unison.
The uniform movements of Li Xiuning and Yang Wugou coexist harmoniously like a female leopard and a kitten.
"..." Yang Qian chuckled, yes, it's my broadcast time again.
Zhili, a personal scholar and a senior servant, naturally did not forget the ritual of reading.
He quickly got busy, cleaned his hands, burned incense, and brought in the heavy Jiaowei Qin...
Yang Qian was still wiping his wet hands with a towel in a gentle way, while Zhili over there had already started playing the piano.
Zhili's piano skills are becoming more and more sophisticated, and the sound of the piano is like the sound of a stream in an empty valley, gurgling, quiet and distant.
Looking at this scene, Li Shimin, who had seen it before at the Yang Mansion in Daze Village, still didn't quite understand such a complicated reading ritual.
However, this does not prevent him from appreciating music.
He looked at the book boy named Zhili, looking at his deep and shallow piano skills and his elegant fingering.
This made Li Shimin feel extremely melancholy.
"Brother Yang, how many years has this scholar in your house practiced piano?"
Yang Qian had never really listened to anyone other than Zhili playing the guqin, and he was also very curious about Zhili's musical attainments.
"I'm afraid I've been playing intermittently for three to five years. What do you think?"
Although Li Shimin is naughty, there is no need to tell lies at this time.
"My mother also urged me to practice piano at home, but compared to him, my younger brother thinks that his piano skills are better than mine."
After hearing what Li Shimin said, he looked at his expression that looked a little depressed and decadent.
After all, he was Tang Guogong's son and the future Emperor Taizong of Tang Dynasty. Yang Qian felt that he needed to do something.
Yang Qian patted Li Shimin on the shoulder and said seriously and solemnly.
"Li Er, you don't need to be discouraged. You are still young. There are many people in this world who are better than you. Who is he?"
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