Yang Liusi

"This Yu Ying is really confused, confused." Yang Tonghui kept chanting in the study, feeling distressed.Yu Ying was the person he had his eyes on, and he was very upright when he pulled him up with one hand. How could he have thought that such a person would have troubles with the Goulan woman, and was so confused that he fought with the National People's Congress for a woman, and even killed him.

"This Yu Ying, people say he is sick." Yang Xian answered the conversation outside the room. The servants at home said that the master had locked himself in the study and talked to himself for almost a day, and asked her, a filial son, to come and explain. Knot.

Yang Tonghui sighed: "Heaven is jealous of talents!"

Yang Xian almost spit it out.

Yu Ying's personality is a bit violent, and when he meets someone who disagrees with him, he speaks with a bit of hostility.The imperial court did not know how many people they had offended, and it was only her father who felt that this person was not afraid of the powerful, outspoken, fair and honest.

"It is true that heaven is jealous of talents, but Yu Ying is also self-inflicted. Father should take care of his health." Yang Xian opened the door of the study with a bowl of noodles. Her "son" is really caring. Delivering meals to the door is no different from the old man. She just went on a hunger strike, and the old man really cleaned up the kitchen. Mizier didn't leave a single grain for her.

Yang Tonghui sighed again, took his face and put it down again, so worried that he couldn't eat.

"Father, it won't be good if the noodles are cold." Yang Xian couldn't help reminding.

Only then did Yang Tonghui focus on Yang Xian, and snorted coldly: "That kind of place is ruined even by a talent like Yu Ying. If you go again, I'll break your leg!"

Yang Xian was extremely regretful, why did she say that sentence just now?The noodles will be cold when they are cold, and she is not the one who eats the noodles anyway, why should she find something to scold herself when she has nothing to do?

"By the way, why hasn't that doctor Liu come these days?" Yang Tonghui looked Yang Xian up and down, implying that you are hopelessly hopeless and the doctor has given up on you?

Yang Xian was horrified by this gaze: "Doctor Liu said that I am fine these few days, and I will come back for a review in a few days."

Only then did Yang Tonghui nod his head, feeling a little sad: "I've only had you as my son in my life, if you..." Some sobs choked up between his words.

Yang Xian was so moved that tears filled his eyes, wishing he could immediately swear that he would learn well in the future.

"How can I have the face to meet my ancestors!"

Yang Xian's emotion disappeared without a trace in an instant.Come on, you will never have a son in your life. It's not easy for me to act for so many years as your daughter. Don't put too much hope on me.

Yang Tonghui picked up two noodles with his chopsticks, and before he put them into his mouth, he saw Yang Xian standing upright in front of him again. He was upset for a while, and waved Yang Xian to go down, so that he wouldn't even be able to eat if he looked at her too much. go down.

Yang Xianba had no choice but to stand in front of Yang Tonghui, and immediately ran off with oil on his feet.

Liu Fanyin, who was sitting in the garden basking in the sun, squinted his eyes lazily, and when he opened his eyes again, there were more people in front of him: the aggressive Xiaodie, and Yang Xian who laughed heartlessly.

Seeing that Liu Fanyin opened his eyes, Xiaodie saluted and retreated, Yang Xian impatiently ran up to him, sat down unceremoniously, and poured himself a cup of tea by the way: "I said, what did Yu Ying do?" What's so outrageous?"

Liu Fanyin yawned, and said lazily, "Yu Yingnian has no wife or children in his late thirties, you know that?"

"I know. I also know that he died with a wife." Yang Xian looked at Liu Fanyin's meaningful expression, came to his senses, and stammered, "He, his wife, doesn't know how to follow Chuhua, who is Chuhua's girl?" relative?"

"Yu Ying's dead wife was Chuhua's older sister." Liu Fanyin said, she still remembered when Chuhua begged her and mentioned this matter, her beautiful face was almost distorted.

Yang Xian sighed and said: "I heard that the lady died of taking poison. This painting girl has too much resentment. Tsk tsk."

"Yu Ying has a violent temper and has been born with serious diseases. If he gets agitated, he will lose control. Beating and hurting people is common." Liu Fanyin narrowed his eyes. The sun is really warm today. Cai, marrying a wife requires a talent name, the elder sister who produced the painting was a well-known talented woman in their county back then, and she is the same as Yu Ying. It's just..."

Liu Fanyin frowned slightly, "It's just that Yu Ying is conceited and talented, but she can't argue with her own wife. She often goes crazy and beats people. Her sister who is a painter is like a flower, and she has such talent. How can she accept such a class?" I was humiliated, so I took poison and died. When I was a painter, I couldn’t redress for my daughter. The old man died in depression, but Yu Ying’s title on the gold list has been rising all the way. Therefore, he came to me when he was a painter."

Yang Xian calculated carefully, it has been at least three years since he was famous in Baihualou.Three years ago, Liu Fanyin was only 12 years old, so she was able to arrange this matter so thoughtfully.Yang Xian felt chills for a while, but the painting girl could hold her breath and waited for three years.

"That day when Yu Ying went to see Chuhua, he just happened to see He Wenzhong coming out of the painting room. He Wenzhong was such an idiot, but Yu Ying would not let it go, and now he became the guest of Chuhua." Liu Fanyin continued to explain a few more sentences, and everything became clear.

Yu Ying was so proud, when she saw He Wenzhong in the painting room, she couldn't help being outraged, between words, she went mad and died.

Yang Xian only felt a chill hit his body in the warm spring sun.

"Well, Miss Liu, I'm sure I haven't offended you." Yang Xian trembled three times, feeling that this little girl's mind was terribly deep, and if she fell into Liu Fanyin's hands, there would definitely be no bones left.

Liu Fanyin was a little sleepy from the sun, and when she heard this, she glanced at Yang Xian coolly: "Do you think your IQ can offend me?"

"..." Yang Xian heaved a sigh of relief, well, it's fine if you don't offend him, it's fine if you don't offend him.

"The spring is very good today, why don't you go out for a walk?" Xiaodie came over and said, and glared at Yang Xian by the way. This Mr. Yang knows how to rub against the girl's side in a shameless manner. When talking about character and talent, what is this Mr. Yang? Can it compare to Mr. Liang?It's better to let the girl stay away from her.

Liu Fanyin nodded: "Yes, very good."

Looking at Yang Xian again, he frowned slightly: "Come with me."

So, Xiaodie could only watch helplessly as the girl brought Mr. Yang back to the room again.

"Put it on." Liu Fanyin took out a set of blue clothes from the suitcase and handed them to Yang Xian. The clothes seemed to be of good quality, smooth and smooth, with delicate embroidery.

Yang Xian rolled his eyes, but also took the clothes and obediently went behind the screen to change.

Liu Fanyin looked at the suitcase beside her and smiled faintly. The clothes in that suitcase should be fresh enough for Yang Xian to wear for a long time.After seeing Yang Xian's daughter's dress that day, she went to the brocade workshop to pick out a lot of ready-made clothes.The clothes in the Brocade Workshop matched Yang Xian's character and appearance just right.

Sure enough, Yang Xian, who had changed his clothes, looked fresh and pleasant, like a tender willow branch that had just sprouted, watery and tender.

After changing his clothes and combing his hair in a bun, Yang Xian followed Liu Fanyin to the street with small steps.

"I said, where are you going shopping?" Yang Xian felt a little uncomfortable in this crowded market, afraid that someone would recognize her.

Liu Fanyin looked at the dazzling array of small things on the side of the road, and said casually, "Just stroll here."

"No one recognizes you." Before Yang Xian could speak, Liu Fanyin stuffed her worries back in time.

Yang Xian was actually quite excited. There are many gadgets played by girls. She has no chance to play with them when she grows up. After all, she has to play the role of "Mr. Yang". Not to mention old man Yang likes it.

"Girl, let's take a look at this hairpin. It's so beautiful, it matches your clothes." A peddler who sells all kinds of hairpin rings, seeing Yang Xian looking around, knew that the business was coming. Greeted warmly.

The hairpins on the stalls are not very delicate, but they are new and clever. The silver hairpins are twisted into various patterns at the top, and they glow coldly in the sun, making them look novel and beautiful.

Yang Xian has never used these in his daily life. When he sees a pattern, he tries to wear it. In the end, he thinks it looks very good. The more he tries, the more he is reluctant to lose it. Ingot silver bought all the silver hairpins in that box.

The stall owner was overjoyed with smile lines all over his face, and said repeatedly: "These two sisters have such a good relationship."

Liu Fanyin nodded towards the stall owner, with a slight smile on his face, Yang Xian only cared about holding the box of silver hairpins and couldn't put it down, but he didn't want to miss other shops, he only hated that he didn't have enough eyes.

Liu Fanyin strolled leisurely in the back, and if she couldn't see Yang Xian, she couldn't find it, so she asked her to search left and right, and finally found Yang Xian holding various rouge powders in a rouge shop.

The lady proprietress of the rouge shop is a charming woman, her eyes are as charming as silk, she raised her orchid finger and picked up a box of powder and said to Yang Xian, "Young lady's skin is really supple, and this jasmine powder is just right for you." , it moisturizes the skin and smells good..."

After finishing speaking, he opened a small box of rouge, gently hooked a little bit of rouge with his long nails and said, "This rouge is the best in color and clean. This woman just wants to dress herself well, girl, what do you say?" Yes or no?"

Yang Xian's soul was about to be taken away by the proprietress, she nodded hurriedly, like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, very much."

Seeing Yang Xian's distraught appearance, the charming proprietress covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "Young lady is really likable."

"Boss, your jasmine powder is too sweet and too greasy, I'm afraid it's impure." Liu Fanyin grimaced, pulled Yang Xian who laughed so hard that he didn't even recognize his parents, and held up the box of jasmine powder just now, He sniffed it closer, and smiled, "I think it's ordinary lead powder mixed with some pollen, to deceive the ignorant little girl."

The proprietress' face darkened, and the next moment, Yang Xian and Liu Fanyin were kicked out of the rouge shop together.