Looking at the mountains and rivers

How could Yang Ye not remember that Princess Tuoba had passed away for several years at that time, he re-appointed the second daughter of Lu Shangshu's family as the princess and gave birth to the third son Yang Jue. The Patriarch of the Tuoba family, Tuobaxin, had an affair with Yanyu, and sent them to two counties in the northwest, in order to rebel against Dazhao.

Xiaozong was influenced by the aristocratic family at that time, and he also regarded Donghu people as barbarians, and he looked down on them very much.Tuobaxin led the army to defeat Yanyu several times, but when the good news came, he was repeatedly treated coldly, depressed, and provoked by traitors, so he turned his back.

It doesn't matter if his rebellion, together with Anyang Hexi and other four towns, will rebel. Seeing that the world is about to be chaotic, it is Kuang Yan's plan behind the scenes.Let Yang Ye, who was still King Mu at that time, marry Tuobaxin's daughter as his concubine, worship Tuobaxin as his father-in-law, and recruit him back again.

However, the loss of two counties and counties is no small matter. In order to stop the mouth of the world, we had to find another scapegoat and put the charge of foreign affairs on the head of a young city guard in the northwest. The crisis was resolved.

"My lord has worked so hard for Dazhao, and he holds great weight in the court and the hearts of the Donghu people." Kuang Yan closed his eyes and smiled, "To say something disrespectful, if it weren't for your lord, the new emperor of the world might not be able to sit safely. "

Yang Ye said in a low voice: "Sir, you are serious."

"However," Kuang Yan changed the subject and lowered his voice, "As long as the prince is alive, Dazhao will be at peace. But what if... the prince has something wrong, what will happen to Dazhao?"

Yang Ye shuddered and looked at the old man in surprise. After a long while, his expression gradually returned to calm. He smiled coldly: "It turns out that the reason why the master came here today is to discuss the matter of establishing an heir with Xiao Wang?"

Kuang Yan didn't shy away from his gaze at all, nodded and said: "My lord hasn't had a son yet, so he must be considering the pros and cons of it."

Yang Ye was silent for a moment, and finally said: "I don't know what you have to teach me about this matter."

Kuang Yan sat facing him, and said in a low voice, "My lord is a man with great ambitions. I said back then that only King Mu can hold the power of the family and Donghu in his hands." There was a light tap on the low table, "But it's really not easy for the prince's successor to hold these two forces at the same time."

He looked at King Mu under the lamp, and suddenly shook his head and sighed: "Excuse me, the fourth son is an excellent candidate, alas, what a pity."

It's a pity that Yang Ye has heard these words countless times 12 years ago.

In the sixth year of Yongkang, Tuobaxin's daughter married into Prince Mu's Mansion, but she became pregnant a few months later.Emperor Xiaozong personally sent the imperial physician Fang from Taichang Temple to examine the princess' pulse and adjust her breath. Never wrong.

On that day, the Imperial Physician Fang was asking for pulse in the room, while Yang Ye was waiting outside, and after a while he heard him say loudly: "Congratulations, my lord, there will be another young master in the mansion."

For Yang Ye, this news was a great joy.The identity of this child is not only the son of the prince, but also the grandson of Tuobaxin. As we all know, Tuobaxin has no children and only one daughter. His grandson is naturally the status of a young master in the hearts of Donghu people.Even before the child was born, someone suggested that King Mu should follow the tradition of the Hu tribe to make the youngest son his heir. Yang Ye was very moved by this proposal.If this child is really made his heir, he will not only be the important prince of the royal family, but also the young master of Donghu. Who else in the world is more honorable than him.

However, no one thought that the child who was expected by everyone was blind. This seemed to be a great joke made by the heavens.

Yang Ye closed his eyes and didn't listen to the old man's sigh, he said in a low voice: "Although the little king has four sons under his knees, only the eldest son Yang Dai and the third son Yang Jue are used in the imperial court. Where is the son?"

Kuang Yan chuckled lightly: "My lord, the two young masters, I've heard people say that Mr. Dai is like a fox, and Mr. Jue is like a wolf. I wonder if there is such a thing?"

Yang Ye laughed loudly: "Why, Xiao Wang, these two dogs, are they such cunning and ruthless people in your hearts?"

Kuang Yan waved his hands and said: "This old man made a mistake. In terms of background, the eldest son's mother is also a daughter of the Tuoba family, but she is from a collateral lineage, which is not as noble as the Tuoba Xin family. The third son's mother's family is the Lu family in Chuzhong , if the orthodox family minister is established as the son, it is naturally what the family hopes, but it will inevitably lose the hearts of the Donghu people." He closed his eyes and slowly tapped on the table, "Furthermore, birth is not It is very important, the disposition and talent of you young masters are more important than blood."

Yang Ye nodded and said, "Would you like to meet my sons, sir?"

Kuang Yan frowned, and opened his eyes to look at him: "Now all the young masters are in the mansion?"

"Yang Dai now has a foreign house, but if the master is willing to see him, I will send someone to summon him immediately."

Kuang Yan smiled and shook his head: "I really want to see the Fourth Young Master."

Yang Yan was summoned by his father in the middle of the night, and he seemed a little timid. He was led by Wei Changxuan to the door of the main hall, but he still refused to let go. Father, if you can still eat you, don't be afraid, I will wait for you outside this temple, okay?"

Yang Yan pursed his lips, and finally let go of his hand. The attendants of King Mu on both sides immediately welcomed him into the palace, and then the vermilion lacquered door was tightly closed again.

"Yan'er," Yang Ye said in a deep voice, "come quickly and pay respects to Mr. Wuya."

Yang Yan flinched and crouched in the direction of the voice, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Greetings, father, sir."

Seeing him so slender and timid, Kuang Yan couldn't hide his disappointment. He stood up and took a few steps closer to the child: "Mr. Yan, don't be too polite." He pondered for a while, then whispered, "If If I remember correctly, Young Master should be 12 years old this year."

Yang Yan just stared in his direction in a daze, as if at a loss.

It was Yang Ye who sighed softly and said, "That's right, my son is already twelve this year."

"There are many sages in the prince's mansion, but can someone teach Young Master Yan how to read?"

"This..." Yang Ye hesitated to speak, looked at his younger son's timid face, and said in a low voice, "Chu Qing taught him a few lines of the Book of Songs and Analects that day, that's all."

Chu Qing is the teacher of the eldest son Yang Dai, and also a famous Confucian in Jian'an City. He taught children the Book of Songs and Analects of Confucius just because of his whim.

Kuang Yan suddenly called out: "Zi Shu, come here."

The one who was summoned by him was the Confucian scholar who came with him. He had knelt quietly in the corner after entering the hall to see the ceremony, and only now stood up and walked over.

"This is my student named Han Ping." Kuang Yan said to King Mu.

Yang Ye knew that Mr. Wu Ya rarely accepted students, so he looked at this Confucian scholar differently. He was still young and his eyes were calm.

But Kuang Yan said again: "If you let him teach the young master how to read, I don't know what the prince wants?"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Ye was slightly surprised. He turned to look at his youngest son's expression, but seeing his bewildered face, he asked, "Yan'er, are you willing to worship Mr. Han as your teacher?"

Yang Yan frowned slightly, and stammered: "I... I'm afraid I won't learn well..."

Can't see things, and is cowardly and timid, it's really not a talent to create, Kuang Yan shook his head, somewhat understanding Yang Ye's helpless feelings when he mentioned this young son.

When the door of the palace was opened again, it was King Mu who personally helped Kuang Yan out, and there was a person kneeling on the top of the steps outside the palace, but it was the third son Yang Jue.

Yang Ye raised his eyebrows: "Jue'er, why are you here?"

Yang Jue raised his face that was blue from the cold and said: "I want to report to my father, my son heard that Mr. Wu Ya has come to the mansion, so he specially waited here, and wanted to see him."

Kuang Yan hastily stooped and stepped forward to help him up, saying: "How dare this old man accept such a big gift from the third son."

Only then did Yang Jue stand up from the steps, and then bowed to salute: "Students have heard of Mr. Wu Ya's name earlier, and it is really fortunate to be able to meet him today."

Standing on the steps, Yang Ye smiled a little when he saw him being so respectful, and pointed out, "Jue'er, this is Mr. Kuang's student Han Zishu, who also came to see him."

Hearing this, Yang Jue hurriedly turned around to pay respects to Han Ping, then bowed his head and said, "Father, my son's former husband has been ill for a long time, and he is planning to hire another master, so I don't know if I can take the liberty of asking this Mr. Han to condescend to teach my son."

Yang Ye smiled slightly, turned his head and said, "What do you think Mr. Han wants?"

Han Ping lowered his head slightly, with a respectful smile on his face: "Young Master, you have a good conversation style and a sense of humor. If you can teach the Young Master, it will be a student's luck."

The servants each held up lanterns to illuminate the porch, and led them out. Only Yang Yan was left outside the dark hall. He groped while holding on to the railing, "Wei Changxuan, Wei Changxuan, are you there?"

Suddenly someone grabbed his wrist, the hand was so strong that it almost hurt him: "Fourth Young Master, I will take you back home."

Yang Yan recognized that this was one of his third brother's attendants, and hurriedly asked: "Have you seen my companion, he promised to wait for me outside the hall."

The man snorted softly with a half-smile: "I didn't see the little one, maybe he sneaked out to play."

In the dark back mansion, Wei Changxuan was running fast, surrounded by unfamiliar narrow alleys, with a dark sky above his head, and the moonlight was pale, illuminating the people who were chasing after him one after another.

"Catch him, the brat who ran out of Yanting dares to act wild in Prince Mu's mansion!" The leader shouted in a rough voice.

The courtyard door in the back mansion is locked at night, and Wei Changxuan didn't realize it until he bumped into the door. He wanted to retreat to the alley to find another way out, but it was too late, and the sound of heavy footsteps had come to him. behind.

One hand grabbed his back collar forcefully, trying to drag him out, Wei Changxuan elbowed the man's waist, and then a second person rushed up, and then more people.Even though he couldn't see clearly in the dark, Wei Changxuan could still feel that they were the companions of the other princes in the mansion. He was surrounded by these strong young men, and he couldn't escape at all.

Fists and feet fell on Wei Changxuan's chest and back like rain, mixed with rough scolding: "It's just a little bastard raised by eunuchs, what!"

Wei Changxuan held his head in silence and gritted his teeth in the darkness.

Suddenly someone said: "Drag him here!"

It was the voice of Yuan Mao who wrestled with him during the day. He folded his arms, looked down at Wei Changxuan, and suddenly spit on his face: "Little bastard, you dare to embarrass me."

Someone threw a latch at him: "Boss, teach him a lesson."

Holding the thick door latch, Yuan Mao seemed to be hesitant, but he suddenly met Wei Changxuan's cold eyes, and immediately became furious: "You brat, you dare to stare at me, I'll kill you, you're blind!" My master can't do anything to me!" After speaking, he swung the latch and threw it down at him.

Wei Changxuan turned his head quickly, but was still hit by him, and blood flowed down from his head, almost covering half of his eyes.He stared at the man with his remaining eye until the man raised the latch and swung it again, and this time, he caught it.

Yuan Mao didn't know where this thin boy got his strength, but he broke free from the shackles and snatched the wood from his hand, then rushed over like crazy, and smashed the door bolt on his shoulder bone.Yuan Mao's burly body almost collapsed immediately. He wailed and screamed, and the people around him hurriedly moved away, but it was too late. The boy swung the heavy door latch, knocking out the people around him one after another. , Several of them had almost broken ribs, lying on the ground and unable to get up at all.

"Madman!" Someone screamed, wanting to retreat, but it was impossible to retreat in the narrow alley.

Wei Changxuan suddenly dropped the latch in his hand, he threw himself on Yuan Mao, punched him in the face, and even spit on his face.

Yuan Mao was beaten so badly that he could only scream. His chest was crushed so hard that he could barely breathe. The boy who suppressed him was covered in blood, like Shura crawling out of hell. "Remember, if you scold me today, I'll punch you." His hand suddenly pressed Yuanmao's neck, choking his throat, "I'll hear you scolding me next time. If you scold the young master, I will strangle you to death! If you don’t believe me, you can try it!”