I'm a Buddhist foster child

The parade army was scheduled to leave in the early morning of the next day, but Yang Jian had a little problem that he didn't talk about, and that was... a lazy bed.

In fact, Yang Jian always takes a break very early, but every night, he is always prone to nightmares. Once troubled by nightmares, he will not have much energy in the morning, and he will never get up when he is lazy in bed.

Today I have to go on the road, but last night, Yang Jian had that familiar nightmare again, the small and cramped space made it impossible to breathe, the little Yang Jian was crying helplessly, while mechanically stuffing the sweet cake into his mouth Stuffed, never knowing to stop, that illusory sweet taste is so real in the nightmare...

"Hmm..." Yang Jian opened his eyes suddenly, his temples were drenched with cold sweat, his eyes were wide open, as if he hadn't escaped from the nightmare, he took two deep breaths, and finally woke up come over.

"Father?" A little bun face lay on Yang Jian's bed teeth, tilted his head, his round cat eyes were full of concern, he raised his little fleshy hand, and grabbed a small handkerchief , although clumsy but thoughtful, wiped off the cold sweat from Yang Jian's temples, and said in a childish voice, "Father, did you have a nightmare?"

Yang Jian took a look and found that it was his cheap son.

Yang Jian relaxed, and because of the nightmare all night, he was still very sleepy, so he stretched out his hand, wanting to drag the little bun to the bed and make it a free "ergonomic pillow".

Yang Guang was prepared, he fell for Yang Jian's trick last time, and was dragged by Yang Jian to pinch and round him, so Yang Guang was fully prepared this time, seeing Yang Jian stretching out his hand, he immediately slipped away and turned his head Then he ran, threw Yang Jian a chubby little back, and disappeared.

Yang Jian grabbed nothing but couldn't find a cute little pillow, so he could only hug his hard carved wooden pillow and sighed, "It's not filial to raise a child..."

Just as Yang Jian was sighing, there was a bang, the curtains were slammed up, and the servant corn came in from the outside with a washbasin in his hand, and said, "Young Master is awake, do you want to get up and wash?"

Yang Jian was still lazy and didn't get up, turned over, stretched out his hand to support his head, and lay leisurely on his side, the belt of his jacket was a little loose, hanging loosely around his waist, and a lazy breath hit his face Come here, just like a serious playboy.

Yang Jian smiled slightly, and did not answer Corn right away, but said casually, "Maize, where did you go last night?"

Corn was about to put down the washbasin, but when he heard Yang Jian's words, he flicked his wrist, "Boom!", the washbasin nearly fell to the ground, knocked against the table next to it, and made a muffled sound.

With his back on his back, Corn's harmless and even weak face instantly became chilling and hazy, a trace of astonishment flickered in his eyes, but he quickly restrained himself, and returned to his non-threatening, meek and submissive appearance, only smiling A little dry, said: "No... I didn't go anywhere, yes... Yes... Last night, I... I was a little hungry, I went... I went to the dining room in the camp to find some food. Food to eat, so I left the camp for a while, please, please forgive me, Young Master!"

Corn said, put down the basin, and immediately knelt down on the ground, seeming very frightened, grabbed the ground with his head, and couldn't get up on the ground.

Yang Jian was still lying on his side on the bed, waved his hands, and said in a leisurely tone, "I'm just asking casually, why bother to be so serious."

Corn lowered his head, his eyes swayed slightly, thinking about Yang Jian's words and tone, but he always felt half-truth, half-truth, half-true and half-false, and he couldn't figure out Yang Jian's real intention.

Those who cannot see through are the most terrifying people...

Corn immediately changed the topic, and said in a slightly dry voice: "Young Master, I'm afraid I won't be able to set off this morning. A word came from Mr. Otsuka, saying that Mr. Otsuka had a cold and was bedridden. My sympathy is for Mr. Otsuka. , and ordered to set off in the afternoon.”

Yang Jian seemed to be successfully diverted from the topic by the corn, instead of holding on to the topic just now, he smiled clearly, like a mirror in his heart, the door is clear.

Otsuka Zaiyu Wenhu suddenly said that he was sick and couldn't make his way in the morning, which was clearly a warning.Although Yu Wenhu is not young, but in the early years, he followed the little emperor's father in the north and south, how could he have a weak body, this idea can still be kept up.

But because of this trip, the little emperor appointed Liang Guogong Marquis Mo Chenchong to be his guard instead of Otsuka Zai Yuwenhu and his son Yuwenhui.

This is a contest between Otsuka Zai Yuwenhu, Liang Guogong Hou Mo Chenchong, and the young emperor Yuwenyong. They couldn't beat Yang Jian. Yang Jian stretched leisurely, leaned back, and lay down again. On the bed: "It doesn't matter what they are, they can set off whenever they like, and they can sleep back and relax."

Otsuka Prime Minister Yu Wenhu was sick, he didn’t hurry on the first day, and he was resting in the morning of the second day. It wasn’t until the afternoon of the second day that Yu Wenhu let go, and during this period, the little emperor Yu Wenyong didn’t With a half-sentence, he even sent his own middle-ranking official there to ask for his health several times and sent him a lot of tonics.

The army finally continued to march, stop and go along the way, from Jingzhao to Yuanzhou, about 20 miles away, according to the pace of the rapid march, it would take four days to arrive, if it is according to the normal marching speed , It can be reached in ten days at most, but the parade team actually walked for [-] days.

Along the way, Otsuka Zaiyu Wenhu was either sick or sick. He often started in the morning and rested at noon, or set off in the afternoon, walked two steps and then rested.

The army is stationed at the Yuanzhou Hunting Facility. Since they have just arrived at the hunting ground, today is the time for free activities, and the official hunting will begin tomorrow.

The second child, Yang Jian, was very active and couldn't bear it any longer. He changed into a light and strong outfit, and pulled Yang Jian and Yang Zan out, preparing to have a good time first.

Yang Jian is not an ancient person. Although he can ride a horse, his appearance is generally acceptable, but hunting with a bow is really difficult. Yang Jian used the little bun as an excuse to "watch the children" and did not bring out the bow and arrows. Follow the two younger brothers out for a break.

The three big ones and one small rode out from the shaft, Yang Jian hugged the little bun Yang Guang in front of him, wrapped the little bun in his arms with both hands, stretched out his hands to hold the reins, and slowly urged the horse to move forward.The little bun sat obediently, walking with the horse, his little feet in the little boots swayed, looking like a cute horse pendant...

The second son, Yang Zheng, had already galloped out, his hoofs rustling, he was so heroic, he turned his head and said, "Brother! Urge the horse to follow!"

Yang Jian just smiled, and looked at the second son Yang Zheng who was having fun in front of him with an expression of "elder brother is like a father", but he thought in his heart that he wanted to urge the horse too, but this horse has its own ideas, Does not seem to like fast travel.

Without waiting for Yang Jian to find an excuse, Yang Zan said, "Second brother, be more cautious. I'm afraid this is the first time for my nephew to ride a horse, and the speed of the horse may scare my little nephew."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, with an inscrutable expression on his face, without blushing and heartbeat, he said: "That's exactly the truth."

Yang Guang, the little bun: "..." I don't know if it's my illusion, but this horse always moves forward like a snake.

Three, one and one are going to take a break in the forest of the hunting ground, and they will go back soon. They will rest early today and start hunting tomorrow.Just about to go back to the house, I suddenly heard a commotion, the sound of "russling rustling" became more and more violent from far to near, like the sound of a strong wind blowing the grass, or the sound of a wild animal crawling forward.

Yang Zan's heart tightened, and he said, "Could it be a beast?"

The Yuanzhou hunting ground is managed by special officials who will take care of the forest vegetation step by step. There are no wild animals in the hunting ground on weekdays. Only when the emperor or nobles come to hunt, the officials in charge of the forest farm will release the prey they raise for the nobles. Safari enjoyment.

The official hunting has not yet started, and no wild beasts have been released. At most, they can only hunt wild birds in the forest at this moment. There should not be such a big movement.

Yang Zheng frowned, and his simple-minded smile subsided instantly, as if some mechanism had been triggered, and he switched from the character of Tie Hanhan to the character of Hussar General in an instant, and said in a deep voice, "It's not a beast, the sound of footsteps, someone They are coming this way, and there are quite a few of them.”

As soon as Yang Zheng finished speaking, the footsteps of "Tat T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T""

The little bun Yang Guang opened his eyes wide, and said in a childish voice, "Duck! There are so many refugees."

Yes, refugees!A large group of people ran over from a distance, and these people were actually refugees, all of them were dressed in rags, their faces were yellow and thin, and their faces and bodies were so dirty that they seemed to have rolled in a mud pond. There were at least a hundred people, pushing each other. gushing out.

The refugees rushed towards them, followed by Lin Jianfei and rushed out five or six horses. The leader rode on the tall horse, holding a strong bow, drawing a bow and sword, laughing wildly, he was the son of Liang Guogong!

The Prince of Liang Guogong, accompanied by a few followers on horseback, jumped out from the forest and chased those refugees, as if chasing a group of wild beasts. He set up a bow and arrow, aimed at one of the refugees, and was about to shoot.

Yang Jian took a look, the refugee targeted by Prince Liang was only five or six years old at most, only slightly older than Yang Guang, the little bun, small in stature, with a yellow complexion, because of his small size, he couldn't run easily. Pushed by the refugees behind, he staggered and fell to the ground, unable to get up, just in time to be targeted by the son of Liang Guogong.

The little refugee fell to the ground and burst into tears, "Whoosh!!" The cold arrow of Prince Liang Guogong had already let go, stabbing at the little refugee's face.

"Boom!!" At this moment, a young refugee whose face was covered by mud and couldn't see clearly turned around suddenly, rushed back desperately, hugged the little refugee, and rolled on the ground suddenly.

The cold arrow of Duke Liang's son slashed directly at the young refugee's arm, and the blood spurted out immediately, spattered all over the ground, and fell on the ground in the forest, making it dank.

Seeing that the arrow missed, the son of Liang Guogong gave a "spit", immediately hooked back, put on another bow and arrow, squinted his eyes and aimed, and was ready to shoot again.

Yang Jian's face was gloomy, and he said immediately: "Second brother, save me!"

Yang Zheng got the order, and instantly bent the bow, the bow was fully stretched, and the bow and arrow galloped away with a "Zheng--" and only heard a soft sound. The two halves fell to the floor with a click.

The refugees seemed to have seen a life-saving straw, and they all rushed to Yang Jian, hiding behind Yang Jian and the others, shouting: "Save the villain! Benedict, help! Save the villain!"

Liang Guogong's son was spoiled for fun, he threw the bow and arrow to the ground, and said: "It's you again? This son is looking for fun, what's your business?!"

Yang Jian swept his eyes and said, "Hunting?"

The son of Liang Guogong sneered and said: "These wild people are refugees from around the hunting ground in Yuanzhou. They are very dirty. I, the person in charge of Liang Guogong's mansion, is responsible for the safety of hunting. I also organized these refugees of unknown origin for the sake of the people. , it happens to be able to make the best use of everything, these filthy people can give this world a pleasure, it is their good luck in eight lifetimes! It's your turn to meddle in your own business?!"

The refugees around were still crying. The young refugee who had rescued the little refugee was shot in the arm by an arrow and was still bleeding. The little refugee was wailing because of the fright. The whole hunting ground in the forest was like a pot of boiling water, constantly suffering.

Yang Guang, the little bun, saw that Yang Jian was staring at the half-grown little refugee, his heart skipped a beat, and his fleshy bun's face twisted together. According to Yang Guang's observations these days, his father and father are people who prefer small children. , especially if the little baby is not seen crying, is it possible that the father also wants to pick up this little refugee?

Yang Guang narrowed his eyes when he thought of this, and the alarm bell in his heart rang loudly. After all, there can only be one young son of the hereditary duke, and he is not his own in this life. .

Yang Jian didn't know that his cheap son had a lot of twists and turns in his mind, and he had already started to think about the policy of "competing for favor"...

Yang Jian's eyes became more and more gloomy, his usual gentleness faded a little bit, but the smile on the corner of his lips widened, and he said, "Business? The left and right eyes are free. Today, this kind of business, I must take care of it. Don't you know that Liang Guogong's son knows that Jian grew up eating sea water, so he has a wide range and is very 'salty'."

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Yang Xiaotianbao Guang: Not good, father and father have taken a fancy to other buns! (frown)

Yang Xiaotianbao Guang: I must find a way to regain my father's favor!

Yang·Xiaotianbao·Guang: Is there any secret to competing for favor?Very urgent, wait online!

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