The butterfly's wings flapped gently and flew slowly.
The person behind him stopped. There was more warmth on his back, but the hairs on his back became even more upside down.
Yang Xuan moved his head, "It's really troublesome."
The aunt came out from behind him, put the bowl in front of him, and said with a smile: "Try it."
The broth was steaming and a little turbid. Yang Xuan took a look and sniffed, "You can soak the pig meat in well water for a while. After putting it in the pot, wait for the water to boil. Remember to skim off the foam."
The aunt forced a smile, "Yes!"
"I smell the smell of mutton. Did the mutton just stewed in that clay pot?"
The aunt smiled and said, "I also have a meal occasionally."
Yang Xuan felt that it was almost done, "Remember that your home doesn't have a well?"
The aunt nodded, "Yes! I have to go to another alley to dive and eat."
Yang Xuan whispered: "But there were cooling water drops on the water glass your husband brought out that day. Where did the ice come from?"
The aunt suddenly looked behind him and screamed: "No...no!"
Amidst the whistling sound, the wooden stick struck down in the middle of Yang Xuan's head.
Yang Xuan stretched his hand above his head, and the wooden stick fell into his hand. No matter how hard the man behind him pulled it out, he could not shake it. The man let go and rushed forward, and Yang Xuan struck back with the stick.
Boom!
The male host fell to the ground.
"No!" The aunt collapsed on the ground.
"Yang Xuan!"
Tang Xiaonian rushed in with people.
"Take it!"
Wen Xinshu asked: "Yang Xuan, how did you find this place?"
"That day his man came out with water, and there were water drops on the outside of several cups."
Wen Xinshu was surprised, "There are water drops...isn't that right?"
"Of course not." Yang Xuan said: "Only those who are frozen can do this."
The three of them were startled, and Zhao Guolin nodded, "Yes, I used to get ice at home to freeze the water, but water droplets appeared on the outside of the water glass."
"What a Yang Xuan, hahahaha!" Tang Xiaonian scratched his head happily.
"Aniang!"
A little girl's voice came, and footsteps bounced.
The aunt begged Yang Xuan almost in despair: "Please, please..."
Yang Xuan stood in front of the fallen man and whispered: "Everyone smile."
Everyone was puzzled but still smiled.
The little girl came, leaning against the door, looking at them curiously, "Auntie, where are you going?"
The aunt smiled and said, "Aniang and Aye will go out to do things later, and I can go to my sister's house, okay?"
"Okay!" The little girl jumped out.
The aunt kowtowed, "Thank you, thank you very much."
…
When I returned home later, Cao Ying and Yi Niang were not there, and Yang Xuan entered his room.
He pulled out the scroll, opened it, and operated on the screen.
The scroll silently pulled down, gradually forming a screen.
Yang Xuan ordered books and chose natural knowledge.
He looked at the pinyin and said softly: "Thank you very much, Suzaku."
The green light flashes.
Yang Xuan’s clumsy input: Why do water drops appear on the edge of the cup?
Words appeared on the screen.
Water vapor in the air condenses into water droplets when cooled.
The scene emerged in Yang Xuan's mind: the aunt's husband came out with a plate. There were four coarse porcelain cups on the plate, and there were many water drops on the outside of each cup.
He clicked the screen again.
Film and television drama...history.
He clicked on history.
The lines of words seemed like boundless waves rushing toward him.
He entered the word rebellion.
Line after line, characters appear one by one...
Fighting against each other, fighting against each other!
Yang Xuan held his chin with one hand, "I really don't want to rebel!"
"But these days, Cao Ying and Yi Niang are ready to make a move. They clearly can't wait."
…
"Mr. Lang!"
Yang Xuan closed the screen and took his time.
Outside, Yi Niang and Cao Ying were waiting five steps away and did not dare to approach his room.
Yang Xuan nodded, "Come in and talk."
The two come in.
"Close the door." Yang Xuan pointed to the door.
Yi Niang closed the door and the two of them saluted.
"I have met Mr. Lang."
Yang Xuan sat on his knees on the mat, with his back straight and straight.
Yiniang and Cao Ying were shocked.
"You say I am the son of a great scholar, well, the son of a great scholar... But Yi Niang comes from the palace, and you are a scribe who thinks highly of yourself. So, why are you two loyal to the son of a great scholar?"
Cao Ying raised her head and said with a smile: "A snake can't survive without a head. We need a leader."
"I'm just the son of a great Confucian, a great Confucian! There are so many of them on the street, and his son is worthless..." Yang Lue's eyes were calm, "Yang Lue even went through a lot of hardships for me and almost died several times. In Yuan Dynasty,
The state has protected me for ten years. Why?"
Cao Ying's eyelids twitched, "Lang Jun, that's a matter of friendship. A man promises a thousand pieces of gold. Since Yang Lue agreed to A Lang, naturally..."
Yang Xuan looked at him and interrupted him rudely, "Then why did Jingtai search the world for fifteen years to kill him? Don't tell me that he can overthrow the Tang Dynasty. He, can't!"
Cao Ying couldn't help but feel shocked and looked up at Yang Xuan.
Yi Niang lowered her head and said in a low voice: "I'm telling you not to think of your husband as a country boy. He can go into the mountains to earn his own life at the age of ten. How can he be easily deceived?"
"I have checked a lot." Yang Xuan smiled, feeling like a tiger squatting in his lair, but these two sticks thought he was an innocent and cute little white rabbit, "Filial piety to the emperor has three sons, and the eldest son is Li.
Not long after Yuan ascended the throne, he suddenly died of illness, and the reason is doubtful. The second son, King Zhen, and the third son, King Yong, are now in Chang'an City."
"I remember that when Yang Lue was surrounded and killed, one of them asked him if that person was in the Southern Zhou Dynasty. That person could make the mirror stand, that is to say, make Li Mi so fearful. Who could he be?"
"When Emperor Filial Piety was deposed and later executed by poison, who benefited? Li Yuan and his son. Some people still have doubts about what happened back then. Emperor Filial Piety has been with us for many years, but Li Yuan and his son ascended the throne one after another, and they still can't wait to purge his people...
…”
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes at them and said softly: "Do you think I can't guess whose son I am?"
These words were like thunder exploding in the ears of Cao Ying and Yi Niang. Cao Ying and Yi Niang couldn't help but knelt down. When they looked up again, tears were streaming down their faces.
"Mr. Lang!"
Yi Niang trembled all over, "Mr. Lang!"
She suppressed her voice and choked almost silently, "Your Majesty..."
Cao Ying covered her face with her hands, tears dripping from her fingers. Her voice was filtered by her tears and became deeper, "Your Majesty!"
Yang Xuan raised his head slightly and looked at the roof.
Is that really the case?
But I really don’t want to rebel!
The two choked up for a while, and Cao Ying said a lot...
"...That year, all the emperors and empresses in the palace fell down. They said they were poisoned, but the poisoner turned out to be someone from His Highness the Crown Prince. While the emperor and empress were struggling, someone tricked them, so his majesty ordered someone to give him poisoned wine..."
To be honest, Yang Xuan didn't have much affection for his father who was posthumously named a filial emperor. In his heart, Yang Lue was more like a father.
Yi Niang gave a flashback: "After His Highness the Crown Prince was deposed, he seemed to be calm, but once his concubine became pregnant, His Highness ordered his slaves to quietly take the husband out of the palace and send him to Yang Lue's house..."
Is the Prime Minister Zuo not my maternal ancestor? Yang Xuan could figure it out by himself. He asked: "Then where is my mother?"
It seemed that Yi Niang knew more about the harem, and she was a little embarrassed, "Mr. Lang..."
"Hey!" Yang Xuan smiled bitterly, "Tell me."
Yi Niang lowered her head, "His Highness was under house arrest at that time. In order to send the husband away, six of his close guards were lost. The husband's mother... poisoned wine arrived in the palace, so His Highness ordered her to drink a drink."
"Is this a father's mercy or a man's cruelty?" Yang Xuan couldn't tell, "Well... how about you try to find King Zhen and King Yong?"
Cao Ying smiled bitterly, "Prince Zhen and Prince Yong were in the open, so they didn't dare to move. Let's talk about their qualifications... that's it. I'm sorry, I can be a rich man, but once they become ambitious, they will die faster and drag a group of people with them.
There is no burial place for death. The last time Yang Lue sent out a falcon to deliver a letter to Yi Niang, mentioning that Lang Jun went into the mountains to hunt when he was ten years old, and also mentioned that Lang Jun left most of his private money to Yang Ding and his wife after he found out about his life...
…”
Yi Niang raised her head and said, "Langjun went into the mountains to hunt when he was ten years old, which is bravery; leaving most of his private money to Yang Ding and his wife is kind, just like the filial emperor back then, and he has the blood of a true dragon."
Cao Ying raised her right hand, and Yi Niang raised her right hand.
"Heaven above, we are loyal to my husband. If we betray you, we will die without a burial place, and our descendants will be slaves for generations!"
Yang Xuan looked at the roof, "But I don't want to rebel."
Cao Ying said: "If Langjun doesn't rebel, sooner or later his identity will be discovered, and then there will be no place for Langjun in the world. Furthermore, if Langjun doesn't rebel, how can we have the face to see the filial emperor...
…”
Yi Niang took out a pair of scissors from her sleeves, turned it over and pointed it at her towering chest, whispering, almost as if she was crying, "The slave will go first to see the filial emperor!"
The scissors were thrust into her chest.
Is this fake? You still want to fool me!
Yang Xuan, who had watched more than a dozen movies and TV shows, was stunned for a moment until the scissors reached his chest before he waved.
Boom!
The water glass hit the back of Yi Niang's hand, and the scissors fell, but they still went in a little, and blood flowed down.
Yi Niang slammed her head against the corner of the table.
That face was filled with shock and determination.
Yang Xuan covered his forehead and said, "That's it!"
Cao Ying gave Yi Niang a hand.
"I'll take a nap, don't make any noise."
Yang Xuan fell down and went to sleep.
It was already Yin o'clock when I woke up. When I opened the door and went out, Cao Ying and Yiniang were standing outside the door, their bodies wet with dew.
