I'm a Buddhist foster child

Liang Guogong's son was furious at Yang Jian's leisurely attitude, and said, "You must fight against me today?!"

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Is it right? No, why did Liang Guogong's son say that? You robbed my servant a few days ago, and today I robbed your refugee. Speaking of it, we are both done."

The two younger brothers couldn't help but twitch their eyelids when they heard Yang Jian's words. It was because Yang Guang had seen the world before, his eyelids only twitched, and he stood aside calmly.

Facing Yang Jian's "rascal" remarks, the prince of Liang Guogong was really furious, and roared: "You are talking nonsense with your eyes open! I'll let you fart! What's the difference! I didn't snatch your servant at all!"

Yang Jian smiled again, still with the same easy-going expression, and said: "If you didn't snatch it, you didn't snatch it? My son, you have to be reasonable. Of course, snatching people also needs to be done individually. It's up to you."

As he spoke, he paced slowly, like a serious rogue, and continued: "Who told you that Liang Guogong's mansion is now entrusting you with important tasks, so you can't make any mistakes? Today is also a robbery, how about you? You can also yell casually, yelling everywhere, there are always a lot of problems with sex, even you have a son, and you are still afraid of other problems?"

Yang Guang, the little bun, looked serious and shook his head helplessly: "..."

"You...you..." Liang Guogong's fingers trembled angrily, pointing at Yang Jian for a while, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.

Yang Jian walked over, lifted his waist fan, and used the tip of the fan to push Liang Guogong's son pointing at his hand, and said, "My lord, what do you think? Is it because he is robbing people and making things big, or is the beauty of an adult, the son of the world?" These refugees give Jian? It's just a cheap favor, won't the prince be too upset?"

The son of Liang Guogong had already planted one in Yang Jian's hands, and now this is the second one, he was so angry that he was shaking all over, his face turned red and then blue, he refused to let it go, but he couldn't do anything, so he snorted hard: " Good! These refugees, I will give it to you! But let me say something ugly, there are a total of 200 refugees, if there are any deadly people in the process, the Lord will definitely not let you go!"

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Don't bother the son of Liang Guogong."

The son of Liang Guogong snorted again, got on his horse, waved and said, "Go! Go back to the camp!"

Liang Guogong's son quickly evacuated with his entourage, and the refugees instantly boiled up. They all knelt down and kowtowed, shouting in a hurry: "Thank you, benefactor! Thank you, benefactor... benefactor..."

The number of refugees that Liang Guogong's son used to enjoy himself was as many as 200. This is not a small number. The master is hunting, and there must be no mistakes."

"Yes, brother!" Yang Zheng nodded and said, "Don't worry, brother!"

This group of refugees, two hundred people, old, weak, sick and disabled, Yang Zheng set up a separate tent next to the camp, organized all the refugees, and prepared to send them out to the hunting ground early in the morning. Get in the way.

As soon as Yang Jian brought the little bun Yang Guang into the tent, he heard the youngest Yang Zan say with a sad face, "Brother, you are here. That little baby who was just startled just now has been crying non-stop. Brother, think of a way!"

Sure enough, the little baby who was almost shot by the prince of Liang Guogong just now kept crying and crying. Because he was still young and was greatly frightened, he was hiccupping from crying, no one could coax him.

The people in the camp are all big men, and there are indeed women accompanying them, and Princess Shunyang is a woman, but Princess Shunyang has a noble status, and she is a girl who has not left the court, so it is not easy for Princess Shunyang to coax the children , Yang Zheng and Yang Zan took turns to fight, only frightened the child to cry even more fiercely.

Yang Jian saw that the little baby was sitting on the ground, covering his red eyes with both hands, crying so hard, it was very pitiful.The baby was crying so fiercely that Yang Jian immediately thought of his young self, and immediately walked over, knelt on the ground with one knee at the same level as the little baby, and said softly, "Good boy, why are you crying like this? Be good, don't cry." Cried."

As he spoke, he didn't dislike the dirty little refugee, picked up the little baby, hugged him and coaxed him.

Alarm bells rang in Yang Guang's heart. His father loved the child so much, and he was so gentle and friendly to the little baby.

Yang Jian is the eldest son of Duke Yang Zhong of the Sui Dynasty, and he is also the eldest son of the Duke of Sui. He will inherit the title of Duke of the Sui Kingdom in the future. Now Yang Jian only has one cheap son, and that is Yang Guang. Therefore, Yang Guang is the youngest son of the Duke of Sui. .If there is one more child, wouldn't the status of Xiao Shizi be guaranteed?

Yang Guang would never allow anyone to shake his position, squinted his round cat eyes, and secretly stared at the poor little refugee crying in Yang Jian's arms with sharp eyes.

Yang Guang rolled his eyes, as if he had come up with an idea, propped up his little feet, grabbed Yang Jian's sleeve robe, and said in a childish voice: "Father, just now there was an arrow in a cauldron that was injured. Father and father should hurry to see the injured! Wo, Wo, come and coax this little pot!"

Indeed, just now a young refugee risked his death to save the little child under the arrow of Duke Liang's son, and he has been taken to the doctor for treatment, and the situation is not yet known.

Yang Jian did intend to visit, but he was worried about this crying little refugee.

Yang Guang, the little bun, ran over, raised his fleshy face, and looked very friendly and well-behaved, and sweetly said to the little refugee, "Let's be stubborn together, okay?"

The little refugee was only five or six years old, and he was really five or six years old. How could Yang Guanglai have a deep mind? Jian jumped down from his arms and went to fight with Yang Guang.

Seeing that the little refugee stopped crying, Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and went out of the camp with his second son Yang Zheng and third son Yang Zan, ready to see the injured young refugee.

With a bang, Yang Jian just opened the curtain and went out. The sweet and friendly smile on the fleshy face of the little bun Yang Guang disappeared in an instant, and it disappeared completely. expression.

The little refugee didn't know that Yang Guang would change his face in an instant, and even grabbed Yang Guang's clothes, saying, "Stubborn! Stubborn!"

The little bun Yang Guang snorted, patted the corner of his clothes decently, his voice was still waxy, a childish voice, but the words he said were really "indifferent": "Don't drag me."

As he spoke, he looked down at the little homeless man sitting on the ground playing, and slightly raised the corner of one side of his lips, revealing a sneer of disdain. A sweet little dimple came.

Yang Guang, the little bun, stared at the little refugee condescendingly with a cute accent, and said "coldly": "The little son of the Duke of Sui's mansion can only live alone, you... dreaming."

Yang and his two younger brothers went to visit the wounded young refugee.Because the refugee was injured, Yang Zheng arranged a small tent for him alone. When they walked over, the medical officer just stepped out.

The refugee was not seriously injured, just a scratch, the arrow did not stay in the flesh, but the wound was large and bled profusely, so he needed to rest.

Yang Zheng took the lead to open the tent curtain and walked in. He went in with his front foot, then stepped out with his back foot suddenly turned, looked back at the tent with his head back, but he didn't know what he was doing.

The third child, Yang Zan, said strangely: "Second brother, what are you doing?"

Yang Zheng scratched the back of his head, and said with a silly smile, "That's right, it's the tent, but...but..."

Yang Zheng talked for a long time without explaining why, and finally said simply: "Big Brother, Third Brother, just go in and have a look!"

Yang Jian was a little suspicious, so he entered the tent as he said, and when he walked in, Yang Jian, who was always "not surprised by honor or disgrace", was also slightly taken aback, and the youngest at the side, Yang Zan, said in surprise, "You...you are that refugee? "

In the tent, apart from the three brothers Yang and Brother, only the wounded and rescued refugees remained, and there was no third person. What surprised Yang Zheng and Yang Zan was that the wounded and displaced persons had washed their face clean, Putting on a neat rough coat, it seemed as if she had been completely reborn.

I saw that the injured refugee was about 20 years old, about the same age as Yang Jian, tall and straight, more than half a head taller than Yang Jian, and about the same height as the tall and strong elder brother Yang Zheng, but not as tall as Yang Zheng. He is generally vigorous, revealing a refined appearance.

The refugee's face is so handsome that he can't pick out any blemishes on his entire face. When he was in the forest, because the face of the refugee was covered with mud, he couldn't see the color at all. Jade is generally dazzling and breathtaking.

Yang Zheng said with a smirk, "It's the first time I've seen someone who can compare with my elder brother!"

Yang Jian looked the handsome refugee up and down, and said, "How is the injury?"

The refugee was handsome, but when he opened his mouth, he was so stupid that he stuttered and said, "No, no, it's fine! Good... very good!"

As he spoke, he moved his arm, and the bandaged wound was still stained with blood. As soon as the refugee moved, he hissed and gasped, looking completely unintelligent.

Yang Jian said: "The medical officer asked you to rest more, and I will let the servants serve outside. If there is something to do, you can call the servants."

The refugee laughed silly again, different from the simple and honest second brother Yang Zheng, it was the kind of silly smile that wished to have a snotty nose.

Yang Jianfu looked the refugees up and down again, and said, "I don't know your name yet."

The homeless smirked, and said, "I, I, I—my name is Yang, Yang, the fourth!"

Fourth brother Yang?

These days the poor can't even afford to eat, let alone their names, a surname would be nice.This refugee is obviously the kind of person who can't afford a name. There is only one rank, probably the fourth eldest in his family, so he is called Yang Laosi.

Yang Jian suddenly laughed "uncharacteristically", which was no longer friendly, but more like full hospitality, and said: "Yang Laosi? Your surname is Yang, that's really a coincidence, no wonder I thought you were the first time I saw you. It's a good match for the eyes, the fourth brother is good, it happens that there are only three brothers in our family."

As Yang Jian said, he stepped forward and took Yang Laosi's hand, and caressed Yang Laosi's palms twice, his actions looked like a dandy, as if he wanted to rob him in the street, and the person who robbed was A man taller than himself.

The second child, Yang Zheng, looked puzzled, and scratched the back of his head again, while the third child, Yang Zan, frowned slightly, wondering which tendon of the elder brother was suddenly put on the wrong string.

Youngest Yang was obviously also frightened by Yang Jian's dandyism, he took two steps back, subconsciously curled up, and pulled his hand out of Yang Jian's shackles.

Seeing that Yang Lao Si was avoiding him like a snake and a scorpion, Yang Jian didn't care, and didn't pester him any more, so he shook his waist fan away with a clatter, and said, "Then you rest a lot, and we won't bother you."

After finishing speaking, he waved his waist fan and motioned to leave the tent.

Yang Jian raised the tent curtain with his waist fan, and walked out first, followed by Yang Zheng and Yang Zan, who also walked out. The three of them left the small tent for a distance, and Yang Jian finally stood still, restraining his rascal spirit The scene, as if the dandy temperament just now was the illusion of the big guy.

Yang Jian said in a low voice: "Second brother, send some trustworthy people to watch over this fourth brother Yang."

Yang Zheng said strangely: "Brother, this Yang Laosi is just a refugee, what's so unusual?"

There was a slight smile on the corner of Yang Jian's lips, and his tone was very firm, he said: "Unusual? It is certainly unusual. This Yang Laosi is definitely not a first-class refugee. I don't know if you just realized it. Yang Laosi is so thin and tender. It's not like a refugee who has been exposed to the wind and sun, he must be a pampered generation, and...his palms are full of calluses, and it is definitely not caused by rough labor..."

Yuan Yang Jian just suddenly "challenged" Yang Lao Si, in fact, the drunkard's intention was not to drink, he didn't want to tease others, but found some clues.

When Yang Jian said this, he tapped the palm of his second younger brother Yang Zheng with the tip of his waist fan, and smiled meaningfully, and said, "It looks like... a callus from practicing martial arts."

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