I'm a Buddhist foster child

"Master Saburo! Your hands are bleeding!"

"Master Saburo! Your mouth is bleeding!"

"Master Saburo..."

As soon as the door of the house was opened, what no one expected was that the scream just now was really not made by Yang Jian, that miserable cry was the voice of Yu Wenhui, the third son of the Yuwen family.

The servants were taken aback, their eyeballs wished they could pop out of their sockets, and they rushed up, surrounded by Yu Wenhui in shock and trembling, asking for his health.

Yu Wenhui's face turned red, and he shouted, "Don't make any noise!"

He has never been so useless in his life, but now he has capsized in Yang Jian's gutter, Yu Wenhui can't swallow this breath, the anger seems to be fermented, hoarding in his chest, and it swells more and more stand up.

Yu Wenhui's eyes moved slightly, he was attacked by Yang Jian just now, but it was because he was defenseless, Yang Jiansheng had a tall figure, how could he be as strong as himself?Yu Wenhui thought of this, and while Yang Jian was not paying attention, he rushed forward to grab the contract in Yang Jian's hand.

Although Yang Guang looks like a little bun, but he has one more heart than others, especially Yang Guang knows Yuwenhui. Yuwenhui never suffers. He is raised by Feiyang, domineering and domineering, how could he be so kind and willing to let go , he watched Yu Wenhui's eyes move slightly, and immediately reminded Yang Jian.

"Father..."

Little Baozi's childish voice was instantly covered by a loud bang.

Seeing that Yang Jian seemed to have a back eye, at the moment Yu Wenhui rushed to sneak attack, he turned around and bent his knees, and kicked out with force from his calf. , all over the place!

"Ho—" Yu Wenhui yelled, and hit the railing on the second floor. The railing made an overwhelmed and crisp sound, and the sawdust flew out, splashing straight to the first floor of the restaurant, attracting the diners on the first floor to look up again and again. Condition.

Yuwenhui fell to the ground in embarrassment, and the servants of Yuwen's family were stunned in place, dumbfounded.Just now they were still wondering how the general suffered such a big loss at the hands of a son who couldn't lift his shoulders or hands, now they got the answer.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, if they hadn't heard it with their own ears, the servants wouldn't believe it at all. The tall, slender, well-mannered and completely harmless son of Sui Guogong, who looked like a playboy, was able to kick him down with one kick. The majestic Hussar General!

"Three... three... Lord Lang..."

"General... General, are you okay!"

"Hurry up and help me up!" Yu Wenhui was so ashamed, he was helped up by the servants hurriedly, feeling the pain in his waist and eyes, and he was almost kicked to death.

On the contrary, Yang Jian looked like Shi Shiran, straightened his robes, showed a "ferocious" smile to Yu Wenhui, and said, "General, don't forget the roast duck stove, the work will be handed over tomorrow."

After all, he didn't even look at Yu Wenhu any more, as if Yu Wenhui was his defeated opponent, he didn't care at all, and left with Xiao Baozi, Yang Zan, corn and other servants.

"Master Saburo..."

"Master Sanlang, are you okay?"

"Do you want to...do you want to call the little doctor in the palace to take a look?"

In the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the minor doctors belonged to the heavenly officials in the six prefectures. The minor doctors were the imperial physicians who specialized in seeing the emperor.

Yu Wenhui blushed, and angrily shook off the servants, saying: "What are you looking at!? Isn't it shameful enough, do you have to shout all over Jingzhao to know about it!?"

"Damn slave! Damn slave!" The servants hurriedly confessed their crimes. In order to avoid being implicated and blamed by Yuwenhui, those servants started to resort again, saying: "Master Sanlang, this Sui Duke's mansion is really too rampant! I have an idea. Help Lord Saburo vent your anger!"

Yu Wenhui still felt pain in his arm at this moment, stared down at the dried blood on the tip of his index finger, fastened his belt firmly, and said, "Let's listen."

"Yes, yes," the servant smiled wickedly: "Speaking of which, doesn't the prince of the Sui Dynasty want to build a stove for duck dishes? He is in a hurry... Anyway, as a prince, he knows what kind of stove is not. When the craftsman built the stove, there were some small flaws on purpose, anyway, the Duke and Prince of the Sui Dynasty must not be able to see any clues."

"Furthermore," the servant commented disdainfully: "Isn't it strange that a son of a duke suddenly stirs up a stove for some duck dishes and likes the stubbornness in the kitchen? There must be something in it. eccentric!"

When Yu Wenhui heard it, he decided to use the roast duck oven. Although this method may sound naive, it would be worth it if he could get his revenge...

Thinking of this, Yu Wenhui suddenly raised his head and said, "Okay, I will do as you said..."!

Before Yu Wenhui finished speaking, the last word seemed to be a fishbone, suddenly stuck in his throat, stuck in his throat, he couldn't get up and down, his eyes widened in shock, he stared at the corner of the stairs like a ghost, and stuttered: "You ...Why did you come back again!?"

Isn't the "you" that Yu Wenhui is talking about Yang Jian they are plotting against?

Yang Jianshi was leaning against the railing on the second floor with his arms folded. He was tall and slender, with a four-finger-wide belt binding his thin waist. I can't find anyone with such beauty and appearance.

Yang Jian's smile made Yu Wenhui fight hard, and he shuddered. Didn't Yang Jian listen to all the words he and the servant said?

Yang Jian walked over slowly, his steps were a bit lukewarm, with an indescribably lazy breath, he walked two steps, leaned on the railing again, stared sideways at Yu Wenhui, his voice was also lazily, Said: "I'm here to kindly warn the general of the hussars. If you can't even cook the stove, don't blame me for copying the contract very carefully. The leaflets are usually distributed to the people of Jingzhao. The general's citizenship is high, I want to see it, the general Hussars is shameless."

"You..." Yu Wenhui stared at him. He was tall and had a tough face. He had practiced martial arts all the year round and was a military commander. His staring eyes were quite majestic.

And Yu Wenhui's majesty, meeting Yang Jian's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, took a few deep breaths, and finally said like a deflated ball, "Got it."

Yang Jian patted Yu Wenhui's shoulder, obviously sneering, and said, "It's quite painful to be cute."

Yuwen would listen to him teasing himself, but dare not speak again.

Yang Jian turned around for the second time and left the restaurant. Before leaving, he suddenly turned his head, but his eyes did not fall on Yu Wenhui, but on the servant behind him.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, and said in a calm voice: "I almost forgot, I am the grand son of Sui Guogong, what can I do if I suddenly like it? Today I like to cook and build a stove, and tomorrow I like to scream, so I will twist your head off. Is there anything odd about it?"

The servant was trembling with fear, just now he was talking about Yang Jian's sudden messing with the kitchen utensils behind his back, but Yang Jian also listened to him.For some reason, the servant's knees were weak, and without support, Gudong knelt down on the ground, looking at Yang Jian tremblingly.

Yang Jian's smile gradually widened, and he said, "What does this son like to do, and I need your opinion, a licking dog?"

"No, no..." The servant said dumbly: "No... No need, no need! I know I'm wrong, I deserve to die, please spare my life, my son..."

Yang Jian didn't stay any longer, walked out with big strides, waved his hands, and said without looking back: "General, don't forget about tomorrow's appointment, and sweep the couch to welcome you, you can look forward to it."

When Yang Jian walked out of the restaurant, Xiao Baozi, Yang Zan and others were waiting outside. Seeing him appearing in full beard and full shadow, Yang Zan was the first to go up to him, and quickly said, "Brother, brother! Are you alright?"

Yang Zan didn't know why, but he always felt that the eldest brother was a bit unusual. Speaking of which, it was really unusual for the eldest brother to make such delicious cakes. Even more unusual.

The little bun Yang Guang stood aside, raised his head and looked at Yang Jian secretly, not only Yang Zan thought Yang Jian was unusual, but Yang Guang also thought so.Logically speaking, Yang Guang should be the person who is most familiar with Yang Jian, but Yang Guang feels more and more that Yang Jian in front of him is unpredictable.

The little bun was looking at Yang Jian secretly, but Yang Jian's senses were extremely keen, the two of them looked at each other, and they were caught straight in an instant, Yang Jian tilted his head and said, "Son, are you afraid of me?"

Yang Jian suddenly went "crazy", and even Yu Wenhui was afraid of Yang Jian. Yang Guang's appearance at this time was just a little bun about four or five years old.

The little bun Yang Guang's eyes moved slightly, his fleshy face was so sweet, he shook his head vigorously, and said in a childish voice, "Don't be afraid!"

As he spoke, he held Yang Jian's palm with his small fleshy hands.Yang Jian's palm was slightly red, it was the mark left by Yu Wenhui's lesson just now, after all Yu Wenhui was a general with great strength, the red mark was very eye-catching on Yang Jian's fair palm.

Yang Guang held the little bun with difficulty, puffed up his cheeks, and blew into Yang Jian's palm with a "huhu", and said sweetly: "Father's hand hurts, let me blow it!"

……

"hiss……"

Yang Jian only felt pain in the palms of his hands, and his arms were a little sore, as if he had done some anaerobic exercise. He woke up ignorantly, Yang Jian looked at the top of the gauze bed curtain for a long time, and suddenly remembered... …

Yes, I had some sweets yesterday.

Yang Jian knows that he has such a problem. Due to the shadow of his childhood, Yang Jian can't eat sugar, but if he touches any sweets, his "second personality" will be aroused.In fact, strictly speaking, it is not a second personality, because Yang Jian himself remembers everything that happened, and he remembers it clearly.

Yang Jian shook his arm, no wonder it hurts so much, yesterday he had a fight with General Hussar, it's strange that his arm doesn't hurt.

"Father, wake up!" A childish voice sounded, and the door creaked open a small gap, and the little bun Yang Guang stood behind the door, blinking his big eyes, and said, "Father, Hushi Da The general is here to deliver the stove."

Yang Jian saw that the sun was still early, he didn't expect Yuwen to move so quickly, he came to deliver the roast duck at this time, he got up immediately, changed his clothes in a hurry, and when he came to the main hall of the Duke's Mansion, Yuwen Hu had been waiting for a long time .

Yu Wenhui fell on the couch yesterday, scratching the corner of his lips, and today he is still wearing his beige. He is sitting on the main hall mat with his legs crossed. Seeing Yang Jian come out, he put down as if he was stung. For the legs, change to sitting upright "well-behaved", it is like being bitten by a snake for ten years and afraid of well ropes.

Yu Wenhui was accompanied by several servants, and the servants carried a huge stove. Yuwenhui pointed to the stove and said, "The stove you want has been remade. You can check it. If there is no problem, I will ask a craftsman to build it for you." In the dining room."

Yang Jian smiled, and returned to his usual gentle appearance, like Mr. Pian Pianjia, and said, "Thank you, General Hussar."

Yu Wenhui already had a deep experience of Yang Jian's tricks like a mad dog yesterday, so seeing Yang Jian's gentle smile, he also felt numbness in his back and shuddered.

Yang Jian walked over, walked around the built stove, checked and accepted it carefully, and as soon as he raised his hand, Yu Wenhui who was next to him suddenly stepped back three or four steps with his head in his arms, shouting: "Don't hit, don't hit!" ! I didn't cut corners!"

Rarely, Yang Jian was a little dazed, and then smiled "friendlyly": "The general misunderstood, and he got up in a hurry in the morning, and his belt was not fastened, and it was a little loose, and he just wanted to straighten his belt."

Yuwenhui: "..."

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Everyday Parents: Sweet and Bad

Violent father and father: sweet and spicy

Q: Which one do you like better?

Yuwenhui: (stared dumbfounded) Why are there two models?One can't stand it!

Yang Third Brother Zan: (weighing the pros and cons, thinking hard...)

Yang·Fake Sweet·Guang: (Sincerely) As long as it is a father, I like it!

Rolling and selling cute for nutrient solution~

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