The Long Song of Reincarnation of the Tenth World

After the new year, Xiao Canghai asked the emperor to start preparing for the Emperor's Longevity Festival.

Yang Jing didn't like such a big fanfare, but Xiao Canghai said: "This is your first longevity after your abdication. If you don't make it grand, others may think that the emperor is not filial."

The emperor said: "Exactly. This is the son's filial piety, and the emperor must not refuse."

Yang Jing didn't say anything anymore.

Yang Jian originally wanted to go back to the border, but the emperor found his younger brother in private, and after a long silence, he said: "Uncle Xie said that the father is afraid that time will not be long, now that the border war is temporarily over, don't go back, stay in Beijing Let's spend time with Father."

Yang Jianru was struck by lightning.Although he had vaguely guessed that his father was suffering from a serious illness, Xiao Canghai and Yang Rong kept it a secret, except for a few imperial doctors, Yang Jian and Princess Changping didn't know about it.

In the past two years, he has worked wholeheartedly at the border, and he just hopes that his father can be proud of him and be proud of him.It's just that he didn't expect that time was so urgent for him.

He was at a loss for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong with the emperor? How long is it?"

Yang Rong talked about Yang Jing's illness and treatment over the past few years, and said: "Uncle Master said, his method of acupuncture and moxibustion with internal qi can at most prolong father's life for three years, and now the time limit is approaching..." Yang Rong Rong lowered his head and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "Since you are back, don't leave, that's what the empress also meant."

Yang Jian sat in a daze, unable to believe it.

Yang Rong patted him on the shoulder and said: "You are already nineteen years old, and you are also an adult. These words tell you, don't show traces in front of the father. I won't say too much, you can calm down. Clean up your face later and then go out from here."

Yang Rong left, and Yang Jian sat alone in the side hall until evening before slowly coming out.

He came to say hello tonight.Yang Jing looked at him strangely, and said, "Why is this hour here?"

Yang Jian smiled foolishly: "My son hasn't had dinner with his father for a long time, and I remembered that the stewed pigeon in the palace is the best, so I came to you for a meal."

Yang Jing laughed and said, "It's rare that you have filial piety. Xia Qi, order the imperial dining room to cook more dishes that Prince Ping loves, and don't forget to stew a dish of pigeon with mushrooms."

Yang Zheng sat on the side, as beautiful and exquisite as a doll.He tilted his head and looked at the unfamiliar second brother curiously.

Seeing him looking at him, Yang Jian couldn't help but smiled kindly and said, "What is Zheng'er looking at? I just greeted my second brother at the annual banquet a few days ago, so I won't forget my second brother so soon, right?"

Yang Zheng jumped off the kang couch, and a milk doll with three heads and body, but he gave Yang Jian a salute neatly and neatly: "I have met the second emperor brother."

Yang Jian listened to his childish voice and looked at his beautiful and lovely appearance. He couldn't help but hurt to the bone. He held him in his arms, weighed him and said with a smile: "Zheng'er has grown up again. She is getting more and more beautiful and sensible.”

Yang Zheng didn't say much, just sat in his arms.Yang Jian took out his belongings to tease him, and then he became interested, playing with a small silver-cased machete.

Yang Jing frowned and said, "Don't play with such dangerous things for him. He is still young, so be careful not to cut yourself."

Yang Jian said: "Father, don't worry. This small knife is a decoration, and it has not been sharpened. My son specially brought it for my younger brother to play with."

Yang Jing smiled and said: "I see that you like children very much, why don't you hurry up and get married and have one yourself?"

Yang Jian was immediately embarrassed: "Father, you are laughing at me."

Yang Jing sighed with a smile: "I really don't know what you think, let you get married just to laugh at you?"

Yang Jian was in a dilemma when Xiao Canghai just walked in and said, "It's dinner time, should it be placed here or in the main hall?"

Yang Jing said: "Let's just stay here in the Nuan Pavilion. Bring Yong'an too."

Xiao Canghai took off his shoes and got on the couch, casually said: "Yong'an should let the nannies take care of it. It's still a little cold, and it's easy to catch cold if you hug it around."

"Well, Yong'an's body is a bit weaker, which is different from Yuan'an's when he was a child." Yang Jing loved his little daughter very much.

Since Yang Yuanan was too strong when he was born, he grew up healthy and has a bit of a tomboy temper, so Yang Jing and Xiao Canghai didn't feel too much pressure, and thought it was good to raise their daughter in this way.But Yang Yongan's birth completely overturned the couple's previous concepts.

Girls are delicate, can't stand being wronged, love to cry, have weak bodies... all kinds of things make people feel sorry for them.The couple had to spend more energy on her.

Contrary to the twin sister, Yang Zheng is well-raised, honest and obedient, with a resolute personality. Before that, she had been raised with the emperor's grandson Yang Gu at the Crown Princess's place, and only recently brought her back to live with her fathers. It was very worry-free.

The family of four had dinner at Dongnuange.Yang Zheng is like a little adult, he doesn't need to take care of him too much, only occasionally the small hand can't hold the spoon steadily, and the nanny stepped forward to gently wipe off his saliva.

After the meal, some light soup was served. Yang Jing drank a couple of sips and looked at Yang Jian with a smile: "You are really much stronger this time. Going to Qiuyuan to hunt in summer, I want to take a good look at your abilities."

Yang Jian is already 19 years old. After staying on the frontier battlefield for more than a year, he gradually faded away from the youthful innocence and condensed the embryonic form of a mature man.It's just that in front of his respected father, he seems to be that weak and young child forever, his amber eyes are full of love and admiration.

Thinking of what the emperor brother said to him, Yang Jian felt a pain in his heart, but he still smiled on his face: "Okay. Now the border war is over, Beihu and Xia Jin's 20 coalition forces have been defeated, and they will be unable to counterattack within three years. I don’t have anything to do when I’m staying, I just want to go back to the capital for a while. My son hasn’t finished his studies yet, so I want to find a master to continue his studies.”

Yang Jing knew why he stayed.He has made great achievements in the border, and it is time to strike while the iron is hot. He will stay in the border for a few years to exercise, and his position in the army will be more stable.But Yang Jian returned to Beijing at this time.The emperor and empress dowager are still there, his position is very stable, and with his frank and honest temperament, he will not play any means of retreating to advance, avoiding suspicion and giving up power.

Yang Jing knew that Yang Jian really wanted to come back, and studying or something was an excuse.

This is also good, lest one day I suddenly disappear, and I have to rush to call Jianer back in eight hundred miles.

Yang Jing knew that time was running out, and he hoped to spend as much time with his family as possible.Therefore, he acquiesced to Yang Jian's excuse, and said to Xiao Canghai with a smile: "Rushang is busy with other things now. Although Jianer's martial arts has been accomplished, he is still struggling in his studies. Now it is impossible for him to study with his nephews." , when the time comes, it will be troublesome, so let’s teach this disciple well.”

Xiao Canghai smiled: "If Rushang took Jian Er as a disciple, who would he teach if he didn't teach him?"

Yang Jing glanced at the youngest son who was playing with a knife on the couch, feeling deep pity in his heart, and said softly: "Let Zheng'er learn martial arts as well in the future. For nothing else, keep fit and stay healthy in the future." Kang, I... as parents, I feel relieved."

Xiao Canghai touched Yang Zheng's small head, Yang Zheng put down the scimitar, plunged into Xiao Canghai's arms and yawned.