It is said that Yang An was wandering around the Ancestral Temple and met a pair of siblings surnamed Liu. They were both Lianjiazi. Three words came to his mind: Imperial Palace, Liu, Lianjiazi. Naturally, they were from the Dauchi Liu family.
Disciple. He fought with Liu Er for more than two months in the Kingdom of Wu recently, and was defeated every time. He didn't know how much skill he used. Now seeing that this young man is younger than himself, he must be equally matched? So he happily invited him to compete.
.The young man immediately agreed.
The two were about to walk into the courtyard when Miss Liu coughed twice. The young man chuckled and said, "Good sister, don't tell mother!"
Miss Liu folded her arms and said, "It's okay not to tell mother. You can help me write poems."
The young man said with a grimace: "I can't do it either!"
Miss Liu tilted her head slightly: "If I can't hand in the poem and my husband scolds me, I will definitely be in a bad mood. If I'm in a bad mood, my mother will come to comfort me. I don't know what I will say when I am happy."
The young man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "It is the brother's bounden duty to take care of his sister's worries."
Miss Liu nodded: "That's right." She took the lead and walked outside.
The young man glanced at Yang An with drooped lips: "Look, just for a fight, you have to pay a heavy price. You are not allowed to hold back."
Yang An clasped his fists: "Yang will try his best!" I don't know if I can win yet.
There is a large open space in front of the front hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. It is already July, and the sun is scorching like fire. Miss Liu frowned and glanced at the sunlight underground and said: "Don't beat me too hard, just make a few gestures in there."
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The young man immediately said: "That's so boring! Sister is just chilling inside the door." He immediately passed by her, ran down on the Danbi stone, stood in front of the hall and waved to Yang An. Miss Liu hugged her
Yang An moved his arms to the side. Yang An nodded slightly towards her and walked down the stairs leisurely.
Yang An and the young man from the Liu family bowed to each other and opened their stances. Yang An had already gone over the situation of him and Liu Er in his mind, guessing what moves the young man would use and thinking about how he would respond. The other party was also very calm. Yang
An didn't move, and he didn't move either. The two of them stared at each other for two cups of tea. The sun was so intense that the figure of the Liu family boy swayed slightly. Yang An was secretly happy: he started to be a pirate when he was five or six years old.
He has traveled across four continents in Asia, Africa, Europe and the United States, and has been on his own in Malay for many years. Even if you can't see a person's martial arts, you can definitely see a person's character. This child is very simple, not a slick person like Liu Er.
He came from a good family and had little experience. He became impatient after being exposed to the sun for a long time. As a result, he became more and more immobile.
After a long time, both of them were sweating profusely from the sun, and the boy swayed again. In a moment, Yang An shook his hand and shot a sleeve arrow straight to the boy's left shoulder, and at the same time, he jumped into the air. The boy jumped into the air.
Turning on his toes, he dodged his body to the right, just in time to bring his chest in front of Yang An's right foot. Yang An thought he would be able to dodge this kick, but when he kicked out with his right foot, his left foot had already been raised. Unexpectedly, the young man did not
He didn't dodge the head kick and bumped into it firmly. He heard a "click" and the young man's ribs had been broken. Yang An's head buzzed: his martial arts skills were far inferior to his own, and there was no way to compare with Liu Er.
It is unlikely that he is a descendant of the Liu family in Dauchi - there are so many families with the surname Liu in the world.
At this moment, it looked like he couldn't put his left foot back and was about to kick the boy in the head. Miss Liu had already screamed on the steps. Yang Anping, who was embarrassed, often went out to fight with the soldiers in person, and forcefully turned his left leg to the side.
The side scraped across the young man's cheek. "Plop!" The young man fell to the ground. Miss Liu shouted "Tong'er" and ran down. But Yang An had already picked up the young man and stepped on the Danbi stone and ran straight up into the palace.
Miss Liu turned around and ran back again.
As soon as she entered the palace gate, she heard her brother shouting "Ouch", and Miss Liu couldn't help shouting: "What are you doing!"
I saw that Yang An had laid the young man flat on the ground, tore open the clothes on his chest, and said: "Your ribs are broken. I have been fighting since I was a child, and I know how to deal with it. I am more professional than the imperial doctor." As he spoke, he didn't know what to do with his hands.
A roll of cloth and a box of plaster appeared somewhere. The three of them were quiet for a moment. Yang An treated the boy's injuries, and the Liu family siblings bit their lips and kept silent. After a while, the bandages were finished, and Yang An said, "Two
You can go see the imperial doctor again."
Only now did Miss Liu shed tears: "It was said to be a sparring match, but you actually hit me so hard!"
Yang An smiled bitterly: "It's not my fault. If you want to be beaten or scolded, let the girl do whatever she wants."
Miss Liu became louder and louder: "You're even sending out hidden weapons! You villain!"
Yang An hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "I was wrong." After a pause, "But concealed weapons are also a type of martial arts and are used daily."
The young man on the ground was so hurt that he was weak all over. After struggling for a long time, he said: "Sister, my skills are not as good as others, I don't blame them."
Miss Liu wanted to speak, but Yang An said, "Young lady will come back to vent her anger on me. It would be better to send Mr. Liu to the Imperial Hospital first."
The two siblings looked at each other, and the boy suddenly wailed: "I can't hide it now!"
His sister said: "What's the point? Stop talking about you for two years and talk about me for one year."
The young man wailed again, and he didn't know where he got the strength from. He looked at Yang An and shouted: "It's all your fault! It's all over now! My mother will blame me to death!"
Yang An innocently said: "I'll go to your house to apologize, and I'll take the scolding for you two."
The two men said in unison: "What's the use!"
Miss Liu said: "Even if I scold you a few more times, will there be less people complaining about us?"
The young man said: "And it will make my father angry. You are not allowed to go!"
Yang An didn't know what to say, so he had to remind again: "Do you want to go to Tai Hospital?"
The two looked at each other for a while, then said dejectedly: "Go..." and sighed together. Yang An listened and felt envious for some reason.
Yang Ansui carefully picked up the boy, and Miss Liu followed him, and the three of them left the Ancestral Temple together. The eunuch guarding the door was startled: "What's going on?"
Miss Liu waved her hands and said, "Nothing."
Yang An asked: "Where is the Imperial Hospital?"
"I'll take you there." Miss Liu hurriedly ran in front of Yang An.
Seeing the three people walking away, several eunuchs looked at each other in confusion. One of them said: "Uncle Liu seems to be seriously injured. Do you want to tell the curator?"
The other two said at the same time: "Of course! I'll go!" They both ran away at the same time.
The three men rushed to the Imperial Hospital. The imperial physician came up to look at the young man's injuries and praised him, "This doctor has great skills."
Yang An said, "I'm not a doctor. I just do more and practice makes perfect." He took out his medicine and showed it to the imperial doctor. The imperial doctor smelled it and said it was very good. It looked like it was used in the military. Yang An smiled slightly.
Miss Liu felt a little relieved. Even so, she saw that her little brother, who was still alive and kicking just now, turned pale in pain, and glared at Yang An again. Yang An quickly bowed and apologized.
Suddenly there was a noise outside the door, and someone asked, "Where is it?" Another person answered, "Over there." The Liu family siblings exclaimed at the same time, "It's over!" The door curtain was lifted, and seven or eight people came in. The leader was a beautiful woman.
The middle-aged woman shouted immediately: "How is Tong'er?"
Yang An knew at a glance that this must be his mother. She looked very similar to the two siblings, especially the young man. He quickly bent down and saluted: "Mrs. Liu, I accidentally injured your son. They are all mine."
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The middle-aged woman didn't even look at him, but went straight to her son on the kang: "Tong'er!"
At the same time, the imperial doctor in the room shouted: "Director Qin!" Yang An suddenly felt his eyes darken: Oh my god! He can't be so unlucky!
This woman is Qin Keqing, the curator of the National Palace Museum. In her early years, she was gentle and peaceful. Now she has more money, has been promoted, and has a good temper. When Yang An came to his senses, Qin Keqing was asking the imperial doctor. When he heard that his son was fine, his expression changed.
Slow down a moment. Yang An's scalp is already numb. What's wrong with his brain just now? Isn't the Forbidden City the Forbidden City Museum? Isn't Qin Keqing's husband Liu Xianglian, the first mountain king of Panlong Mountain? Her children's natural surname is Liu.
Just as he was thinking about it, Qin Keqing sat in front of his son's kang and began to scold him softly. Looking at the expressions of the Liu family siblings, they both wanted to hang themselves with noodles. Yang An has been without his mother since he was a child, and has never been through this.
With such scolding, a look of envy appeared on his face. Miss Liu accidentally saw it and received a sharp blow in the eye.
Can Qin Keqing not see it? He turned to Yang An and said, "Sir, could you tell me what's going on? How did Quanzi offend you?"
Yang An felt a chill running down his spine and shuddered. He did not dare to hide it, and said honestly: "Director Qin, please calm down... Young man Yang An, I just returned to Beijing from the Malay Kingdom of Nanyang today."
Qin Keqing was shocked: "Are you Yang An?"
"Yes." Yang An said bravely, "Just now...my master called for a meeting, but no one paid attention to me, so I came to the Forbidden City for a walk. I met your son by chance at the Imperial Ancestral Temple. The two of us wanted to have a discussion on a whim..."
Qin Keqing said coldly: "General Yang regards the pampered children of our small family as Nanyang pirates?"
"No." Yang An lowered his head, "I heard your son say that his surname is Liu, and that's the imperial palace... so I thought it was the Liu family of the palace. I'm just confused. There are so many people with the surname Liu in the world..."
.........The room was suddenly quiet. Even Qin Keqing didn't know what to say.
I saw a soldier slowly walking out of the people who had just followed Qin Keqing in. This man was only in his early twenties, handsome in appearance, and wearing a dark green army uniform. Yang An frowned when he saw his fair skin: Soldier
There are such white ones! The soldiers in the capital are really... Looking again, he is just a small sergeant. The sergeant stepped forward and gave a military salute: "General Yang!" Yang An returned the military salute. The man said, "I am a member of the Royal Forest Army.
Soldiers, I came to the Forbidden City occasionally due to private matters. I heard that General Yang is highly skilled in martial arts and wanted to ask for advice. I wonder if the general can give me a favor."
Before Yang An could answer, a young man in a sky-blue robe behind the man said, "This is my girlfriend's brother, here to give me something." Although he didn't smile, there was some inexplicable excitement in his eyebrows.
Another young man pointed at the man in a green robe and said, "This is researcher Zhao Qingyun from our library."
Another one said: "He is responsible for construction and is an expert in brackets."
Zhao Qingyun said humbly: "I can't be considered an expert, I can only be considered an expert. You do what you do and love what you do."
A strange thought flashed across Yang An's head: Why are these people busy introducing Zhao Qingyun? Isn't it his brother-in-law-to-be who is provoking? Doesn't anyone know what his brother-in-law's name is? He bowed to them: "Hello, experts."
He looked at the sergeant for a few more times. He was tall and straight, with a solemn expression. He was indeed a royal guard, not like a pirate army from Southeast Asia. He smiled and said, "Does this comrade really want to fight with me?"
"Please give me some advice, General Yang."
Yang An nodded and looked around: "Isn't it a good idea to fight in the hospital?"
Qin Keqing suddenly spoke. "It's okay. You can go fight in the yard."
Her son was lying on the kang and shouted: "I want to see, I want to see..." The sound was too loud and it pulled at the wound.
Qin Keqing glanced at him: "Don't even think about it."
Yang An immediately guessed that the sergeant's martial arts skills were not low - a person should not be judged by his appearance. So he cupped his fists and said, "In that case, let's learn a few moves with this comrade." The sergeant nodded.
Everyone then rushed to the courtyard. The two of them saluted each other, and just when they were about to show off their stance, the sergeant had already punched Yang An in front of his face. This man came too fast, and Yang An sidestepped and looked towards the opposite side.
After scanning, he was stunned: Why is the sergeant missing? He secretly yelled "No", but it was too late. The sergeant kicked Yang An from behind and hit Yang An in the back. Yang An fell straight down.
, and tried hard to open it when he was close to the ground. The sergeant kicked Yang An again on the waist and eyes. Yang An received another solid kick. Zhao Qingyun shouted at the side: "Okay.
——” His colleague also shouted: “Okay——”
The sergeant took half a step back and cupped his fists towards Yang An who was on the ground: "General Yang thinks he is underestimating the enemy because of my low rank."
"No." Yang An jumped up and said, "I see that you are fair-born, but you have underestimated your enemy for half a minute. Seeing how happy your future brother-in-law is, I know that this comrade is not a fuel-efficient lamp." The sergeant smiled slightly. Yang An thought
After thinking for a while, "I still underestimated the enemy. Maybe do it again?"
"good."
The two of them had a fight in the front yard of Tai Hospital. It was said that it was a fight, but in fact it was just the sergeant who unilaterally killed Yang An in an instant. Yang An seemed to have returned to the time when he fought against Liu Er in the Yue Kingdom, and he suffered repeated defeats.
After repeated defeats, Kung Fu Sergeant had defeated Yang An fourteen times.
Seeing Yang An getting up from the ground, he yelled "Come again!" with excitement on his face. Qin Keqing said leisurely: "That's it. That's it for today." The sergeant immediately withdrew his move and raised a fist towards Yang An. Yang An was instantly defeated.
Zhao Qingyun and Miss Liu cheered.
Yang Annai asked everyone for their names - actually she wanted to know the sergeant's name. It turned out that Miss Liu's name was Liu Tan. When she was born, Liu Xianglian was in the lumber business, and red sandalwood was the most expensive. When Qin Keqing gave birth to her younger brother, there happened to be a sycamore tree in the courtyard.
When the flower bloomed, it was named Liutong. The staff of the Forbidden City introduced themselves one by one, and finally it was the sergeant's turn. The man smiled and said: "My surname is Liu, and my name is Liuzhuang."
Yang An understood immediately. He raised his eyebrows and looked at him for a moment: "I'm afraid you are a descendant of the Dauchi Liu family?"
Liuzhuang thought for a while: "In order, I should be the eldest grandson."
Yang An laughed dumbly: "What a strange way. Why do I think your kung fu is different from Mr. Liu Er's?"
"Presumably he used another kind of skill."
Yang An sighed: "The Ouchi guard is indeed not an ordinary human being." As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Liuzhuang's epaulettes, and his eyes flashed, "You are just a sergeant with your skills? Are you overqualifying for your talents?"
"No. It's just right." Liu Er said with a smile, "I am now a personal soldier of General Jarvis, the governor of the Beijing camp."
Yang An immediately covered his face: "I didn't say anything..."