Chapter 166 It seems that you really love each other, I am an accident
Chapter 166
"Mom, the baby is neither miserable nor green, okay." Yang Qian's whole body was not well. Mother, are you my biological mother?
Yang Ning, a veteran cadre, almost choked on the tea soup and kept inhaling with a blushing face.
Han's face turned dark and she couldn't help but said angrily, "You kid, my mother said this to compliment you for your good looks."
"..." Yang Qian, who had already been spoiled by many idioms and adjectives by the children of later generations, suddenly realized. He smiled dryly and quickly picked up his official robe and entered the inner room.
After a while, a handsome young man wearing a green official uniform and a Liang Jinxian crown appeared in the front hall again.
Seeing Mr. Han clicking his tongue, his eyes were filled with admiration.
"Oh, our eldest son is extraordinary. He looks even more handsome when he wears this robe."
"He is exactly the same as your father back then, but he is not as mature and free as your father."
Yang Ning, a veteran cadre, laughed loudly, stretched out his hand, and held the delicate hand of his beloved wife, and the two began to enter the flirting mode.
Yang Qian, who was caught off guard and was sprayed in the face with dog food, immediately laughed.
It seems that you really love each other, and my son is an accident.
Fortunately, the cute and cute little Wugou jumped in front of Yang Qian, and his pair of misty black eyes curved into cute crescent moons.
He looked at Yang Qian up and down, left and right for a long time, then stretched out his pink lotus-like hand and gently patted Yang Qian's brand new and straight official robe.
He raised his thumbs up, as if to say, this little brother looks really good in this outfit.
"My little Wugou is still the most considerate and adorable. Come on, I will take you to inspect the Yang Mansion..."
Yang Qian laughed loudly, hugged the little cutie, and decided to stay away from the hurt of the heart-piercing aura of winking and flirting that made singles extremely uncomfortable.
After a long while, Yang Ning turned around as if aware. "Hey, where are Dalang and Wu Gu?"
"I don't know, maybe Da Lang took her out for a walk. It just so happens that I'm taking this opportunity to give you a measure of my husband."
"I have always wanted to make a new winter coat for my husband, but the previous one is already looking old."
"Hey, didn't you measure your talent before when you were making summer clothes for your husband?"
"Yes, it was summer, and now it's winter. Of course, I need to weigh myself again. Come on, I'll give you a wider coat..."
"Uh, okay."
"My husband has such a good figure, oh my, my body and face are getting hot..."
"...Madam, I think we should go back to the house and weigh it again. It may not be suitable here."
"Oh, my husband is so bad..."
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Yang Qian was having fun playing backgammon with Xiao Wugou in the study room when Zhili finally led Peter Pan to the study room.
He looked at Peter Pan, who was now clean and clean.
It's just that he seemed a little embarrassed, and kept tugging on the clothes that were obviously too big on his body, vaguely revealing a red birthmark on his chest.
Zhili was not happy about it. "Can you be more honest and stop fiddling with me all the time? This is my new clothes."
"Okay, let's make a new assembly for you then, right?"
Yang Qian shook his head helplessly, and then asked Peter Pan.
"what's your name?"
"Duanbing." Zhili replied quickly.
"...Are you sure?" Yang Qian was a little confused.
Duan Bing nodded, a little embarrassed.
"My master only knew that my surname was Duan. He saved me by relying on cakes, so he named me Duan Bing."
"Okay, tell me now, how do you want me to help you?"
Duan Bing then stammered a story that stunned Yang Qian.
He lost his parents when he was about two or three years old, and was brought up by an old ranger who liked to go into the houses of wealthy gentry and merchants in the middle of the night to seek wealth.
To say that he is a knight-errant, it is better to say that he is a master thief who is very good at light martial arts and is generous with his wealth.
Every time the property was obtained, it would be distributed to some poor people, or it would be given to beggars, while some of the property would be left for oneself to drink and have fun.
However, just five days ago, the old thief was a little drunk, and an idea came to his mind.
Having never failed for many years, he decided to sneak into the palace and wander around, see what the emperor looked like, and pick up some good things along the way.
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Yang Qian smacked his mouth and shook his head with emotion, wine is indeed a harmful thing.
With this master thief's ability to never fail, there might still be a chance of sneaking into the palace.
When you get drunk and rush to the palace, you are a typical person who looks down on the spears of tens of thousands of imperial guards and the swords of Ouchi masters who guard the palace.
"In the end, your master fell into trouble, right?" Yang Qian asked as expected.
Duan Bing nodded sadly. "Master said he would come out at three o'clock, but I waited until dawn..."
His master, who was lying dead in the palace, was dragged out and thrown into the wilderness outside the city.
Duan Bing buried him hastily in the wilderness, but what his master once said made him feel that what he had done was not enough.
"Master once said that after he died, he hoped to lie comfortably in a coffin and have a grave, preferably a tombstone..."
"He said that if I can't support him in his old age, I can at least see him through to the end of his life..."
Hearing this, Yang Qian couldn't help but look a little sad. Duan Bing in front of him had red eyes and continued to tell his story.
After thinking clearly about his next goal, Duan Bing returned to the city after being hungry for two days in the wilderness.
The first time he committed a crime, he met Yang Qian. Fortunately, he got a package of pancakes, but the second time he committed a crime, he still failed.
Duan Bing touched the injured area that was still aching slightly, and said with a frustrated look on his face.
"I didn't expect that I succeeded, and they didn't notice it. If the young master hadn't arrived in time, the villain would have been beaten to death."
"Who told you to make it so difficult for yourself? You can just steal from ordinary people." Zhili Mo De complained emotionally.
"No." Duan Bing explained seriously.
"Master said that we are knights who rob the rich and give to the poor, not those little thieves who steal ill-gotten gains."
"..." Yang Qian's whole body felt bad. In Duan Bing's eyes, he was the type who deserved to be robbed.
Looking at this innocent and upright Peter Pan, Yang Qian really didn't know what to say.
"Does your master have any other relatives besides you?"
Duan Bing shook his head.
"...No, this young master. The villain knows that he is wrong and that you are a good person. Duan Bing has nothing and can only sell himself to the young master."
“All I ask for is that the young master can give my master a good burial.
Give him a coffin and put up a tombstone. In the future, the villain can also have a place to worship him."
Having said this, Duan Bing kowtowed three times to Yang Qian.
After hearing this, Wujiu, whose eyes had been extremely red for a long time, buried his head directly in Yang Huai's arms, his thin shoulders twitching.
Yang Qian patted Wu Kuan's back gently with affection on his face, looking at this young man who was still very immature but stubborn and persistent at heart, and finally nodded.
"Okay, I can promise you, but there are conditions."
"I agree to any conditions." Duan Bing couldn't help crying with joy. It took a long time before he stopped crying with Zhili's persuasion.
After his mood calmed down slightly, Yang Qian said.
"I don't know if your master revealed that he had an apprentice when he left, but it was just in case."
"It's best to change your very distinctive name."
"Okay." Duan Bing nodded, but his expression instantly became confused. "Then what should I call you?"
"Since you have a surname, naturally it is still Duan. As for the name..." Yang Qian couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
"Master, why don't you ask him to know the book?" Zhili reminded Yang Qian very kindly.