Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 39 Liang Guo Gongfu, Seven Kills
After one autumn rain and one cold, the Housekeeper Zhao of the Liangguo Mansion left a few harsh words, and then walked away in a huff.

Wei Yang pretended nothing happened, and picked up the rattle and tiger-toed shoes he bought.

He squatted down and teased the two children who were hiding in the back room for fear of seeing others.

"Daddy's beard... pierces his face! It hurts!"

"Daddy! I want to ride a big horse!"

"..."

The lively chattering voice made Wei Yang's frown relax.

He was holding a small doll in one hand, his strong and powerful arms bouncing up and down.

It made the two children laugh out loud, and the rattle drum was beeping.

"Be careful, don't fall."

The woman in the jingchai sarong leaned against the door and said softly.

"Daddy! Fly higher! I want to learn martial arts in the future, so I can fly to the sky..."

The laughter and laughter full of childishness and childishness echoed in the small yard and lingered for a long time.

When the night was getting dark, we had dinner.

The woman put the baby to sleep and brought hot water to wash her husband's feet.

Wei Yang quickly took the tub and said:

"I'm a rough person, and I can't stand being served by others, so let me do this kind of thing myself in the future."

The woman smiled slightly at her husband, shook her head and said:
"This is what the slave family should do, and I am willing and happy.

Husband, the guest who came today has an unusual status, right? "

Wei Yang stepped into the scalding hot water with both feet, raised his eyebrows and said:

"It's just a dog's power."

That Duke Liang is indeed powerful.

Even in court, he is quite domineering.

He often regards himself as the elder of His Royal Highness the Prince.

In recent years, he has been read dozens of books by Yushitai because of the forced occupation of fields and raising slaves.

But he still sits firmly on the Diaoyutai, and his power has not been reduced by half.

Ordinary people can climb up to it, only to think that it is smoke from the ancestral grave.

But in Wei Yang's life, he hated the powerful and powerful ministers who were unscrupulous and never regarded their mud legs as human beings.

Seeing the haughty face of the housekeeper Zhao, I was already unhappy.

Hearing that Ji Yuan's name is going to be crossed out, please cheer for Yang Xiu.

Anger filled his chest even more, wishing to throw him out the door.

"My husband doesn't want to bow down to serve these high-ranking officials. I think it's good. Peace and security are the blessings."

The woman sat on the bed, talking softly.

"You don't have to worry, Liang Guogong is also a big man who needs face.

Besides, the selection of talents in the lecture hall is a national policy set by the sage. From the crown prince's cabinet to the six ministries and hundreds of officials, no one is allowed to intervene secretly or interfere.

This is taboo!No one dares to make trouble openly! "

Wei Yang took his wife's hand and said in a slow tone:
"If you really want to blame it, Chief Chai will not just sit idly by."

The woman leaned on her husband's generous chest, lowered her head and asked:

"Husband really appreciates that Liaodong candidate, I see you sent him all the snowflakes and silver snake meat from the lecture hall.

You are already in poor health, and every time you arrive at the uterus, your qi and blood will be weak and cause cold symptoms, so you don't keep some for yourself. "

There was a bit of reproach in the soft tone.

Hearing his wife's question, Wei Yang suddenly fell silent.

After a while, he said:
"My hometown is Dongshan Mansion. At that time, the sage had just ruled the world, and it was not so peaceful.

There was a drought in the three states, and the family really couldn't support so many mouths.

So I joined the army at the age of 13, just to have something to eat.

Later, I went to Shuofengguan with Chief Governor Tan, and I was eager to make contributions. That's when Lao Cheng and I met. "

Wei Yang's rough face rarely showed a trace of nostalgia, he put his arms around his wife, and said softly:
"I stayed in Shuofengguan for eight years and became a guerrilla general.

After a few years, Governor Tan was transferred back to Tianjing, and originally wanted to bring his old subordinates with him.

I didn't agree, saying that the fame of a real man should be earned by himself, and relying on the promotion of nobles is not a real skill.

Old Cheng said that I was too hot-tempered and reckless, and I didn't know how to obey the rules of the world, so I would suffer a lot sooner or later.

Hey, I didn't expect it to be right for him. It didn't take long for me to be kicked out of Feixiongwei because I bumped into a powerful person.

After all these years of wind, frost, snow and rain, I finally understand a truth.

Of the billions of creatures in the world, some are born like a dragon and are destined to stand at the forefront of the tide, while some have their feet in the mud and the wind and rain on their heads, risking their lives just for a future.

I'm the same as Jiulang, we have nothing but our spirit.

Back then, when I was looking for a future, I was supported by Governor Tan and Lao Cheng, and now it's my turn to hold an umbrella for Jiulang. "

Wei Yang thought of the young man from Liaodong who pulled out a thousand-jin copper pillar when he first entered the lecture hall.

"The fame of a man should be taken from the knife... Hahaha, is this kid similar to me? It's a pity, I'm not the grand master of Tongtian like Chief Governor Tan, and this umbrella won't last long."

The woman listened quietly, she actually didn't know much about battlefields and courts.

But I like to listen to it very much, because when my husband talks about these things, he has a heroic spirit that is indomitable.

……

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The inner city of Tianjing, the Duke of Liang.

This deep house with five entrances and five exits is right next to the Zhengyang Gate, and next door is the vacant Ning Wang Mansion.

On this street, there is no court official below the second rank, which is nicknamed "Gonghoufang" by outsiders.

The steward Zhao, who was wearing a satin gown, went all the way to the main room of the second courtyard without hindrance.

Along the way, there were many maidservants, servants, and courtyard guards. Whenever they saw him, they would bow to say hello and bow their heads in salute.

As we all know, the Duke of Liang governs his family like he governs an army, and is extremely strict.

Up and down are superior and inferior, and there is no room for overstepping.

Every year, there are at least a dozen or twenty servants who are beaten to death and filled the well for minor incidents.

The housekeeper Zhao, who was so majestic outside, immediately suppressed his arrogance when he arrived at the second courtyard.

Bending down and waiting outside, waiting for the master to summon.

After the handmaiden communicated, a gentle and gentle voice came from inside:

"Zhao Er returned home? Send him in."

Butler Zhao didn't dare to show his anger, so he lowered his head and got in.

The spacious main room can only be described as luxurious and luxurious.

Facing the window is a large red sandalwood dragon carving case worth thousands of gold, on which is placed a small square tripod from Yun Tingzhai, inside which is lit the dragon rock incense for meditation.

As for the Four Treasures of the Study and celebrity copybooks, they are piled up like a mountain and are of great value.

Going further inside, the warm fragrance blows your face.

The ground dragon was actually laid, and even though it was very cold in late autumn, the room was still as warm as spring.

"Looking at your face, it's something that hasn't been done right?"

Sitting on a big couch with soft mattresses was a young man with an ordinary appearance, and there was an unconcealable domineering aura in the corners of his eyes and brows.

"After my father doesn't go to court to discuss matters, even the coach of the martial arts hall dare not give face to our Duke's mansion?"

Butler Zhao shrank his neck and answered honestly:

"Master Qu, Wei Yang doesn't know what's good and what's wrong, the old slave has plenty of ways to deal with it.

If the mansion really wanted to finish this matter and make Master Xiu famous in Tianjing, it would actually be more convenient to find Chai Qingshan, and his words would carry more weight. "

The young man called "Master Cheng" raised his eyebrows and said with a sneer:
"It's actually a trivial matter for the little wolf cub to fight for his martial arts fame, but for several years in a row, the Duke of Yue and the Hou family of Yangwu took the limelight. My father didn't say anything on the surface, but he was very upset in his heart.

Moreover, it's fine if you lose to someone else this time. I heard that a Liaodong mud-legged player took the first place in the first archery test. Where will the Duke of Liang's face be put? "

Steward Zhao nodded vigorously, echoing again and again:

"Master is right."

The young man was holding two iron gallbladders in his hands, and they kept turning them, and said in a flat voice:

"You go to the Imperial Medical Bureau to buy two Qi-nourishing Great Pills, so that Yang Xiu can break through earlier, and he must never lose again in the racecourse and ring.

Also, this wolf cub is disobedient, you tell Wang Wu to watch it carefully, and don't make any more troubles.

Recently, there have been rumors from above that the saint...may be leaving the customs to face the court.

The prince, several princes, and my father are all concerned.

This time, the martial arts competition in Kyushu will be very grand, and everyone wants to look good in the imperial city.

If Saint Monde favors him, that would be a big deal. "

Butler Zhao's heart shuddered.

The saint is coming?

This is a big deal!
The prince supervised the country for 20 years.

Nothing went wrong.

There has always been a saying in the outside world that if the sage comes to the court again, he will be passed down as the prince, and he will be the emperor himself.

"What about Liaodong mud legs?"

Housekeeper Zhao asked.

"Yang Xiu learned from my father's great capture of dragons and tigers, took two qi-nourishing pills, and saved a year of internal training. If he can't beat a military household with no family background, who can be blamed? Let him Just go to the Nine Sides by yourself!"

The young man narrowed his eyes, snorted and said:

"Ji Yuan? Ji Jiulang? These mud-legged people all want to be Zong Pingnan. How could they know that General Zong has a fate of 'seven kills and fate', how can ordinary people compare to it!"

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