Yang Qian really felt Du Fu's mood at that moment. This situation really made people feel uneasy.
At this time, Han Shi'e finally chased after him. Seeing Yang Qian's face full of sighs and sighs, and taking another look at the motionless, dead man tightly wrapped in straw mats and straws, he couldn't help but sigh.
"I said, little nephew, what are you doing here? Alas... Such things will happen whether in Chang'an or Dongdu. You'd better not look twice to avoid bad luck."
"How about uncle, I will take you to find a place where we can have a good meal."
However, Yang Qian slowly shook his head. "The wine and meat of the Zhumen are stinky, and there are people freezing to death on the road. After seeing this scene, Qian really has no appetite at all."
"Uncle, these lonely people are freezing to death on the streets, can anyone take care of them?"
"Of course there will be someone to take care of it. If you are worried, I will say hello to the servants of the Yang Mansion, and they will go find the servants to deal with it in a moment. Let's go..."
Yang Qian took one last look at the motionless frozen bones, sighed deeply, and then turned around and left with his uncle.
But neither Yang Qian nor Han Shi'e noticed that they left about ten steps later.
The body that was supposed to be frozen and soundless, wrapped in a straw mat and straw, seemed to be slowly closing his eyes that had been following the gap in the straw mat to observe the scene outside.
About half an hour later, officers from Luoyang County Government rushed over.
The "frozen to death" body was thrown onto a flatbed truck and dragged away together with the straw mat and straw that wrapped it.
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It was night, Yang Guang was leisurely enjoying fine wine, food, singing and dancing in the palace, when he saw a eunuch who quietly appeared in the corner and walked up to him, whispering in Yang Guang's ear.
Yang Guang looked at him in astonishment, then waved his hand impatiently. "Come on, let's go to the study."
This is a single hall surrounded by imperial guards. The bookshelves inside are filled with countless classics.
These are what Yang Guang likes to read on weekdays, and more books and scriptures are properly stored in several other warehouses.
At this moment, a man wearing ordinary Forbidden Army armor bowed to the ground respectfully. "I see you, Your Majesty."
"Tell me, Wen Qing, who did you see outside Yang Xuangan's residence today and what did you say..."
"I respect your decree. Today, Chen Qi, the embroidered cloth envoy, is on duty and will be lurking at the beginning of today's Mao hour..."
"Seeing the young gentleman coming to him, he sighed and sighed for a long time, and then he recited: The wine and meat in the rich family smells bad, and there are words that freeze to death on the road..."
Yang Guang's eyes opened slightly, and a cold light suddenly appeared. "Is he sure that he is Xiao Yang Qing?"
"That's right, because General Han Shi'e was also there at that time and personally called him nephew..."
"Yes, I know... go down, I'll keep an eye on you embroiderers, but don't make any mistakes."
"I obey the order, I retire..."
Yang Guang stroked his thick beard and raised the corners of his mouth briskly. "Interesting..."
"This boy has a very good heart. The wine and meat of the rich family are stinky, and the bones are frozen to death on the road... Such beautiful words were not listened to by Yang Xuangan. It is really disappointing..."
The eunuch standing next to Yang Guang felt that his scalp was going numb instantly when he heard the Emperor Sui's malicious rejoicing in misfortune.
"By the way, I am going on a winter hunt the day after tomorrow. Yu Qing's family has been caught in the cold and cannot come with us.
It really makes me unhappy, since little Yang Qian is still in Dongdu and has not left yet. He is so free that he even has time to go to Yang Xuangan's mansion.
In this case, I will send someone to Yang Qian tomorrow to accompany me and accompany me to experience the great rivers and mountains of Sui Dynasty."
"My slave obeys the order..." The eunuch beside him quickly responded in a low voice.
"Haha, Zhumen smells of wine and meat, and there are people freezing to death on the road. I wonder what kind of expression Yang Xuangan would have if he knew this poem. It's interesting, so interesting..."
Yang Guang shook his head with a smile and slowly left the study. The eunuch behind him hurriedly followed helplessly, reminding himself that he would have to send someone to deliver His Majesty's decree to Yang Qian, a lucky little bastard, tomorrow morning.
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It was early in the morning, and veteran cadre Yang Ning was washing and dressing up, and he hadn't even left the house yet.
I could hear the servants coming to report anxiously that an angel had arrived, looking for the young master to deliver His Majesty's decree.
Yang Qian also rushed to the front hall with a confused look on his face and saw the eunuch who had come to deliver His Majesty's decree. The Imperial Guardsman beside the eunuch also carried a box.
"In compliance with His Majesty's decree, we have come here to deliver His Majesty's decree." The eunuch saw Yang Qian's appearance, but he had no intention of showing off. Instead, he smiled and bowed his hand to Yang Qian.
Such an attitude made Yang Qian relax instantly. It seemed like it wasn't a bad thing.
The emperor's oral instructions were very simple. He asked Yang Qian to accompany him to the palace tomorrow and go hunting with the emperor to the Xianren Palace in the north of the city. He was given a mountain armor, a sword, a carved bow, and a hundred carved feathers and arrows.
To show grace and honor.
Yang Qian was still confused until he sent the smiling eunuch out of the mansion gate.
"My son, what's wrong with you? Is this some bad news?" Yang Ning, who had not yet gone on business, saw the expression on Yang Qian's face as he walked back to the mansion, and couldn't help but asked anxiously.
"No, it's just that Your Majesty actually asked the child to accompany you on a hunting trip to Xianren Palace..." Yang Qian shook his head, with a puzzled expression on his face.
Yang Ning couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and couldn't help but feel happy when she saw her son's appearance. "You kid, what kind of expression is this? It makes your father think something bad has happened."
"It's a good thing to be able to accompany His Majesty. What's more, going hunting with Your Majesty is an honor His Majesty has shown you."
"Yes, Dalang, why do you still look unhappy? Is there something inappropriate here?" Han was also happy. This child seemed to be indistinguishable from good to bad.
When Yang Qian saw these two relatives who cared about him, he had no choice but to tell the truth. "But the kid can't shoot arrows."
"???" Yang Ning was stunned for a long time, then raised her hand and patted her forehead. "Oh, my father has really forgotten all about this incident."
"What's the point? It's better not to be able to ejaculate." On the contrary, Han was not worried but happy.
"If you don't know how to shoot arrows, doesn't this just show your Majesty's skill?"
"If you, my son, are capable of everything, and if you can outperform His Majesty on a hunting trip, do you think His Majesty will be pleased or displeased?"
Yang Qian finally came to his senses and bowed to his mother with a sincere look on his face. "Mother reminds me, anyway, the child is mainly going to accompany the driver and go hunting as a supplement."
"My wife is truly a virtuous wife to her husband. If she hadn't corrected her omissions, my husband would have been worried in vain..."
Yang Ning also smiled relievedly, turned around, held Han's delicate hand, and spoke lovingly.
The considerate lady Han: "Husband..."
The affectionate husband Yang Ning: "Madam..."
Single son Yang Qian: "Ha..."
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