I'm a Buddhist foster child

Whether the twisted melon is sweet or not, Yang Zheng and Yang Zan don't know, even Yang Guang doesn't know.However, they knew that the Yang Jian in front of them was just like a rascal, even the son of Liang Guogong, who was sick in bed, would feel ashamed and ashamed when he saw Yang Jian...

On the other hand, Yang Jian, when he uttered such rascal words, he actually acted like a gentleman and frankly, he looked like a relative of your villain, standing in front of everyone without any burden like an exiled immortal.

Old Si Yang seemed to have forgotten his anger for a while, staring blankly, Yang Jian said with a smile: "Then it's settled like this, Xiao Si will stay here in peace of mind, so that this eldest son can have a good time. The... take care of you."

When Yang Jian said the word "take care", he deliberately bit his voice hard, and he didn't seem like a good person. The embarrassing illness of the two younger brothers suddenly flared up again, and they didn't know where to focus their attention.

Yang Jian was talking to himself alone, only then did Yang Laosi react, and there was no chance to refute. After all, everyone present were "accomplices". Although the two younger brothers were embarrassed, they still kept blocking Yang Laosi's way. The position did not move.

The expression on Yang Laosi's face changed in an instant, but he quickly hid it all. With a smirk, he said: "My son, my son, I am very kind and entertaining, Yu Yu Yu Yu Yu tofu is also so delicious! Little man , Xiaorenren, of course...of course I am willing to stay!"

Yang Jian nodded slightly and said, "It's fine if you stay voluntarily."

Yang Guang: "..." He sighed helplessly.

As Yang Jian said, he walked over and patted Yang Laosi on the shoulder, as if he was friendly, but an embarrassing thing happened. Yang Jian was not a tall type, he was tall and even looked a little He is slender, but this Yang Laosi does not look strong at first glance, but he is quite tall, about the same height as the second brother Yang Zheng, so Yang Jian went to pat Yang Laosi's shoulder and raised his hand high.

But Yang Jian himself didn't think it was a problem, he patted Yang Lao Si on the shoulder naturally, his eyes flashed like stars, as if some bad idea had come up, and said: "Little Sier , we are so destined, is this fate?"

Seeing the light in Yang Jian's eyes, the two younger brothers and Yang Guang secretly felt bad. After all, they had been following Yang Jian for some time, and knew Yang Jian more or less. It's time to tease people.

"Yuan, Yuanyuan..." Before the fourth brother Yang finished speaking, Yang Jian said with a smile: "Indeed, fate, this is probably the guidance of the heavens, why not do this, why don't we sworn brothers!"

"Blessed?"

"Sworn?!"

Two surprised rhetorical questions sounded at the gate of the camp at the same time, the first one was from the fourth son Yang himself, and the second one was a heavy voice, it was from the second son Yang Zheng and the third son Yang Zan. The two younger brothers stared at Yang Jian in surprise. .

You must know that sworn brotherhood is not a matter of one person. If Yang Jian and Yang Laosi became sworn brothers, wouldn't the two younger brothers also become Yang Laosi's indirect brothers.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Why are you so surprised? I just said it. It is God's guidance that Jian and Xiao Si'er are so close to each other. Let's make a vow, just right."

He said, touching the ground on one knee, picked up the fish tofu wooden tongs on the ground, "Duo!" He inserted it into the soil with a crisp sound, as if he wanted to use it as incense, pointed to the wooden tongs and said, "They are all ready-made." , stop talking nonsense, let's make a vow."

Mr. Yang's muscles twitched all over his face, and the veins on his forehead twitched wildly. He restrained himself for a long time before he maintained his silly face and said, "Shi, Shi Shi...it's not good, the villain is just...yes...yes How can an ordinary person be able to climb up to the crown prince to worship him!"

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Ordinary? You are not ordinary at all."

Old Si Yang's face froze, and he smirked again.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "Why do you push back when you are asked to sworn obeisance to the Duke's heir? That's right, if you don't sworn obeisance, then there must be ghosts."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Youngest Yang quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, no ghost!"

Yang Jian said: "If you don't have a ghost, you will worship."

Sure enough, it was a twisted melon, so Yang Lao Si had no choice but to agree to become sworn brothers with Yang Jian, and the two of them knelt at the gate of the camp, facing the three fish tofu pliers stuck on the ground, and said respectfully to the world, sworn brothers, like a model decent.

Yang Jian finally patted Yang Lao Si on the shoulder and said: "Little Si, from now on you will be your brother's brother. Although you are not a relative, you are better than a relative. If you have any difficulties, you must be with your brother." Brother said, do you know?"

Old Fourth Yang reluctantly nodded and said, "I know, I know."

This Yang Lao Si looks about the same age as Yang Jian, and I don't know who is the elder brother. Judging by his appearance, Yang Lao Si is tall and stable, but he likes to giggle when he speaks silly, and Yang Jian doesn't at all. Asking about the age of the fourth son Yang, he decided to be the elder brother himself, which shows the sincerity of sworn brotherhood.

The younger brother and son watched Yang Jian play tricks, and then Yang Jian insisted on sending Yang Lao Si back to the camp. They must watch Yang Lao Si walk into the tent, waved like a good brother, and said: "Little Si, take a good rest, big brother tomorrow." Come see you again."

The fourth brother Yang entered the tent, Yang Jian waved his waist fan, and walked back Shi Shiran, the two younger brothers followed behind, the little bun took Yang Jian's hand, the third and the third went far away, Yang Jian Just stand still.

Yang Zan said hesitantly: "Brother... If you let grandpa know that you picked up a cheap son for grandpa, grandpa will definitely break his leg!"

Yang Jian waved his hand and said, "A few legs were also broken by Grandpa."

Yang Guang: "..."

Yang Jian said to Yang Zheng: "Second brother, what happened to the person you sent to monitor Yang's fourth son?"

Yang Zheng immediately replied: "Brother, don't worry, it has already been arranged. Someone came to report that Mr. Yang is very safe. He basically doesn't speak on weekdays. He looks like a dumb person. Big brother, is there something wrong?"

"No." Yang Jian shook his head, with an inscrutable look, pondered for a while, and finally said: "Of course it's not right, you don't think this Youngest Yang..."

Yang Jian paused for a moment, the two brothers and son were waiting for Yang Jian's answer, then they heard Yang Jian say with a smile: "...Is it too much to be handsome?"

Third younger brother Yang Zan's mouth twitched: "..."

The little bun Yang Guang's eyelids twitched: "..."

The second brother Yang Zheng is the most simple and honest, but he scratched the back of his head and said with a laugh: "It seems to be the case, it is indeed very handsome, and it is the first time I have seen someone who can compare with the elder brother."

Yang Jian clapped his palms with the waist fan and said, "Exactly."

Yang Zan thought Yang Jian was joking, after all, it didn't sound very serious to suddenly talk about the appearance of Yang Lao Si.But in fact, Yang Zan misunderstood Yang Jian, and what Yang Jian said was serious.

Although you can't judge people by their appearance, there are really many allusions of "judging people by their appearance" in the long history.This Yang Laosi has a handsome face, which can be said to be extraordinary, and is tall, with "fine skin and tender flesh", he looks like a pampered person on weekdays, with calluses from martial arts in his palms, and he speaks He concealed a lot of things, but it is not difficult to see, in fact, this Yang Lao Siji has a tutor. Ordinary people in this era can't even afford to eat. Where did such a tutor come from?

All these reminded Yang Jian of a famous person in the Northern and Southern Dynasties...

It's just that Yang Jian is still not sure, so after many trials, he asked Yang Zheng to send someone to monitor.

After a busy day today, he was already exhausted. Yang Jian beat Liang Guogong's son in the morning, turned the tide in the afternoon, and made fish tofu in the evening. He didn't want to move at all. After testing Yang Lao Si, he took his cheap son back to the camp, washed and rested .

Corn is Yuchi Youqi, the youngest son of the Duke of Shu, and now that his identity has been exposed, it is naturally impossible to serve Yang Jian any longer, Yang Jian sighed while lying on the bed, and said, "Maize is still as agile as his hands and feet. "

Yang Jian was preparing to take a break. The little bun Yang Guang was going back to his tent to rest, but he just sent away a little refugee today, which made Yang Guang feel the crisis of "falling out of favor", so he planned to work harder to stay.

Yang Guang didn't leave, the little bun climbed onto the tent bed with difficulty, kicking on his little meaty legs, and rolled directly into Yang Jian's arms like a small ball, and took the initiative to make an ergonomic pillow.

Yang Jian didn't expect his son to be so "active", and it's because his son is very clingy today. I don't know if it's because of his injury. Since the pillows are delivered to the door, is there any reason for Yang Jian not to use them?

Yang Jian's eyes were shining brightly, he hugged the little bun, Yang Guang met Yang Jian's eyes, and immediately regretted it, but it was too late to escape at this time, so he could only kick the little meaty leg, He was hugged tightly by Yang Jian.

"It's full of milk fragrance." Yang Jian rubbed his chin against the little bun's fleshy face, and sighed, "Son, are you born from a custard bun? It's fragrant and soft, authentic custard bun."

Yang Guang: "..." Milk, custard, what?

Yang Jian was indeed tired. After poking Xiao Baozi's face a few times, he couldn't hold back his drowsiness. He fell asleep with Xiao Baozi in his arms, and was soon immersed in a boundless nightmare...

--Who are you?

- I am you!

——Why suppress yourself, be so hypocritical, is this really you?

——You know exactly what kind of person you are, violent!Perverse!Moody!Yang Jian, remember...you are a mad dog!

——Wuuuuuuu...Mom, don't hit me, let me out, let me out!No... I can't eat anymore, woo woo mom, vomit...

"Let... let me out..."

Yang Jian was still immersed in the nightmare, the nightmare seemed to be a quagmire, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank, swallowing Yang Jian endlessly.

Thin sweat slowly rolled down from the corner of Yang Jian's forehead, Yang Jian frowned tightly, and let out a low sleepy sound from his throat, panting shortly.

Yang Guang was in a deep sleep, and suddenly felt a little suffocated. Don't look at him as a four- or five-year-old boy, but he is always alert. He opened his eyes immediately, clearly a pair of small cat eyes, and looked back in the dark. More three whites were exposed, and instantly turned into a wolf's eyes of prey.

Yang Jian next to him didn't know what he dreamed of, he seemed to be trapped by a nightmare, Yang Guang was lying in his arms, just being held by Yang Jian's arms, Yang Jian was struggling in the dream, his arms were getting tighter and tighter, only holding the little bun .

The little bun struggled to get up, and lost the little bun in his arms. Yang Jian seemed to feel even more insecure. He scratched twice with both hands, but didn't catch anything. He just hugged his body tightly, curled up, His forehead rested on his knees, trembling unceasingly.

"Father?" The little bun tentatively called Yang Jian twice, Yang Jian didn't respond at all, he was still struggling in the nightmare, and kept shouting in his mouth: "I don't want to eat...don't, don't eat...let it go I am going out……"

Yang Guang frowned slightly, his fleshy brows became authentic Sichuan-style eyebrows, inexplicably majestic, Yang Guang immediately grabbed Yang Jian's arm with two small hands, and shook it vigorously. A baby voice is indispensable, calling: "Father! Are you swollen? Father! Wake up! Father, Father!"

I don't know whether it's cold sweat or hot sweat, rolling down from Yang Jian's forehead alternately, his body is overdrawn, and he can't lift a bit of energy after being tortured by the nightmare. The peculiar smell, as well as the sweet smell of the cake, intertwine and permeate...

In this darkness, I suddenly heard the voice of "Father, Father! Father...", soft and glutinous like a delicious rice cake, one by one, persistently pulled Yang Jian out of the nightmare.

"Hey..." Yang Jian's collar was soaked, and he opened his eyes suddenly, staring blankly at the top of the curtain, and he still hadn't woken up. Looking carefully, he was a cheap son.

The little bun lay beside Yang Jian, still shaking his arm, and said in a childish voice, "Father! Father, are you awake? Father?"

Yang Jian gave a hoarse "Mmm", and slowly turned over and sat up, a feeling of being left behind made Yang Jian lose his strength, he smiled softly at Xiao Baozi, and said, "Father woke you up? Be good, it's okay, go on to sleep."

As Yang Jian said, he asked Xiao Baozi to lie down, covered him with a quilt, and got out of bed. It was still midnight, and the night was getting dark, but Yang Jian seemed to be going out of the tent.

The little bun propped up his short hands, turned over and jumped up neatly, and said, "Where are you going, father!"

Yang Jian said: "Hey, go to sleep, father and father go out for a walk."

Yang Jian used to have nightmares that lasted until dawn, but today he was woken up by the little bun in the middle of the night, so Yang Jian didn't want to sleep anymore, and planned to go out for a walk so as not to fall into the nightmare again.

Yang Guang rolled his eyes. He didn't know that his father still had the habit of having nightmares. Now is the perfect time to please his father. He narrowed his eyes and made up his mind. He immediately jumped off the tent bed and hugged Yang Guang. Jian's thighs, raised his fleshy little face, looked at Yang Jian pitifully with big eyes from bottom to top, and said softly, "Father, I want to stay with father!"

Yang Jian couldn't help rubbing Xiao Baozi's chubby face, and said, "Aren't you sleepy?"

"Not sleepy!" Xiao Baozi shook his head vigorously, but Yang Guang is only four or five years old now, he is still a baby, and his physical strength can't keep up. Now he is so sleepy that his upper eyelids stick to his lower eyelids, but he tries to open his eyes wide.

Looking at his small appearance, Yang Jian couldn't help laughing, he simply picked up the little bun from the ground, and said, "Okay, then go out with father and father for a walk."

Yang Jian walked out of the tent with the little bun in his arms. It was already late at night, and there was no sound in the camp. I wonder if it was because of the events that happened during the day that the entire camp was divided. Today's camp is extremely quiet. It can be said that there is a dead silence...

Yang Guang, the little bun, was so sleepy that his head was dizzy, and he sat in Yang Jian's arms shaking, but he insisted not to go back to rest, and he must please Yang Jian to stay with Yang Jian.

One big and one small took a few steps outside, but they didn't know it was such a coincidence, they heard the rustling sound, and a strange black shadow moved slowly, full of sneakiness.

assassin?Yang Jian squinted his eyes, immediately became alert, and quickly walked towards the shadow, wanting to see who was wandering around the camp in the middle of the night.

The black shadow didn't move fast, it wasn't just one person, two people in total were still talking quietly.

"Don't pull me, my belt will be pulled off by you! Let go quickly."

"Third, third brother, you can go with me, just this time, just this time, okay third brother?"

Yang Jian listened carefully, why did the voice sound like his two younger brothers?As they got closer, even though the moonlight was dim, Yang Jian could see clearly that it really was the second child Yang Zheng and the third child Yang Zan.

The old two are tall and burly, like a big weight, falling on the third child, grabbing his belt tightly, while Yang Zan is grabbing his own belt, his face full of helplessness.

"Second brother, third brother?"

Yang Zheng and Yang Zan were tug-of-war with their clothes, when they suddenly saw the eldest brother walking over with his nephew in his arms, Yang Zan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Brother, you are here!"

Yang Jian said strangely: "I don't rest in the middle of the night, the two younger brothers are sneaky, what are you doing?"

Yang Zan said helplessly, "They are both brothers!"

Yang Zheng chuckled, scratched the back of his head, and said, "Actually...actually, my brother is a little hungry, and woke up in the middle of the night."

Yang Zheng's food intake was astonishing. Although he ate a lot of fish tofu at night, he was actually hungry and wanted to find some supper.

But I was born...

Tall and majestic, Yang Zheng, who was the general of chariots and riders at the time, had some ideas...

"Afraid of the dark?" Yang Jian's eyelids twitched, he looked up and down the tall second brother Yang Zheng again, and said with a smile: "Second brother is still so cute?"

Yang Zheng was afraid of the dark, due to the majesty of the chariot general, few people knew about it, not even his grandfather Yang Zhong.Speaking of Yang Zheng's fear of the dark, it was all Yang Zan's fault.When Yang Jian was still the "original owner", he was not very close to his two younger brothers. On the contrary, the second brother Yang Zheng and the third child Yang Zan were closer, and they were always together.

When Yang Zheng was a child, Yang Zan was very shrewd. At that time, he was too young, stubborn and unsteady. Yang Zan always liked to tell ghost stories to scare his second brother. As time passed, Yang Zan became afraid of the dark. Now I have grown up, but I still can't change my fear of the dark.

Yang Jian didn't expect the second child to have such a contrasting cuteness, but he saw it today.

Yang Jian thought, anyway, he won't be able to sleep today, since the second brother is hungry, he might as well go to the dining room and make some supper for the big guys.

When Yang Zheng heard it, his eyes lit up immediately, and he thought of the fish tofu made by his elder brother like a conditioned reflex. The delicious taste made the northerners who don't like fish love it.

Yang Zheng still kept pulling Yang Zan's belt, and said happily: "Well, well, the supper made by brother must be delicious!"

Yang Zan rubbed his forehead helplessly, and said, "Let go first, my belt!"

The three brothers took the buns to the dining room. Yang Jian wanted to go to the dining room alone to cook the meals. After all, his younger brother and son didn't know how to handle the meals, but the second brother Yang Zheng insisted, saying that it was because of the crowds. Everyone knew that Yang Zheng was afraid of the dark, and he was more courageous because of the number of people.

Yang Jian didn't refuse, everyone went to the dining room together, it was late at night, the cook was not in the dining room, they all went to rest, the dining room was deserted and dark.

As soon as he walked to the door of the dining room, the third brother Yang Zan suddenly said: "Listen..."

"Hey!" Yang Zheng, the second child, yelled loudly and hugged Yang Zan, the third child, in fright. Yang Zan was not as tall as him, and was the most refined of the three brothers. Yang Zan strangled his neck, He almost died, struggled hard, patted Yang Zheng's thick and muscular arm, coughed and said, "Let go, let go, you're strangling me..."

Yang Zheng was weeping, with an inexplicably pitiful look, and complained, "Third Brother, what are you doing to scare me?"

Yang Zan was wronged. Just as he was about to defend himself, the little bun Yang Guang's eyes sharpened, and he said in a childish but serious voice, "There is a voice."

"Ho!!" Yang Zheng had just let go of Yang Zan, but was so intimidated by the little bun, he took a deep breath for the second time, and strangled Yang Zan's neck again.

Yang Jian listened carefully, Xiao Baozi and Yang Zan really didn't scare anyone, there was indeed a voice, in the middle of the night, it is reasonable to say that there was no one in the dining room, but now there was a "wuwuwuwu" sound in the dining room.

"Crying...crying sound?" Yang Zhengnai was a great general riding chariots. He followed his grandfather Yang Zhong to fight in the north and south. Naturally, his martial arts were not weak. ...is there a ghost?"

Yang Zan was a daring thief. He took off Yang Zheng's big weight and said, "There are no ghosts. I never believed in this!"

Although the Southern and Northern Dynasties generally believed in Buddhism, Yang Zan never believed in it. Although he was born gentle, he was very courageous. He stopped Yang Zheng behind him and said, "I'll go and see."

"woo woo woo woo……"

"Woooo-"

"Woo, woo, woo..."

There was indeed a crying sound, which came faintly from the dining room, accompanied by the dull summer wind, spreading little by little, because the dining room was empty, the sound was still curled up, making it more and more unreal.

"Ho!!!" Yang Zheng was frightened by the crying for the third time, and hugged his third brother Yang Zan. Yang Zan heard the sound of his second brother gasping, and wanted to escape in advance, but he was Yang Zheng's. The opponent, Yang Zheng's eyes and hands were quick, and he caught Yang Zan with one hand, and almost got stuck in Yang Zan's arms.

Yang Zan almost turned his head helplessly, and said casually, "Second brother, you look good! Look at my little nephew, why are you afraid of so many people?"

The speaker has no heart, but the listener has heart.Yang Guang already had an extra heart. Hearing what Yang Zan said, he suddenly thought that he was only a four or five-year-old child now, so he should be very timid.

Yang Guang rolled his eyes, made a decisive decision, and imitated Yang Zheng's appearance. He bumped his head into Yang Jian's arms, swayed his small body, straightened up hard, and sobbed childishly, "Father, I'm afraid Afraid!"

Yang Teng said bluntly: "Look, my nephew is also afraid."

Yang Jian hissed, raised his index finger and pressed it lightly on his lips, making a gesture to silence everyone, and said in a low voice, "It's not a haunting, it's a rat haunting."

Rat?

Everyone was puzzled, Yang Jian had already walked over slowly with the little bun in his arms, approaching the crying sound a little bit.The cry was in the innermost part of the dining room, hidden in a dark corner, and weeping "Woooooooo", Yang Jian walked lightly to the back of the cry, only then did the cry find Yang Jian, and he jumped up in fright Old Gao, turn around and run.

Yang Jian held the little bun who was "scared of ghosts" in his arms, and had no hands to catch the "little mouse", so he immediately shouted: "Second brother, catch him!"

Only then did Yang Zheng realize that it was not haunted by ghosts, but really a "rat haunt". Someone hid in the dining room in the middle of the night pretending to be a ghost. Since it was not a ghost, Yang Zheng was not afraid anymore, and took out the chariot that was used to block gods and Buddhas. With the air of a general, he narrowed his eyes, grabbed the "little mouse" with his muscular arms, sneered sneeringly, and said, "Okay, I want to see, who is pretending to be... the emperor, the emperor? "

The charioteer's general hadn't been "handsome for more than three seconds", Yang Zheng waited to see who was coming, he was dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and immediately didn't respond.

Yang Jian and Yang Zan also rushed over. Isn't that crying "little mouse" the current little emperor Yu Wenyong? !

The little emperor Yu Wenyong's eyes were red from crying, like a pair of peach blossom eyes, the tails of the eyes were red and drooping downwards, looking extremely aggrieved.

Yu Wenyong was only 16 years old, he was still a half-grown child, his stature was not wide open, he was not tall, he was much shorter than Yang Jian, and he didn't look very imposing on weekdays, but now his eyes were red when he was crying, Just like a naughty bunny.

"The owner?" Yang Zan, the youngest, was also stunned. No matter how talented he was in Jingzhao, he would never have imagined that the owner would hide in the dining room and cry in the middle of the night.

The little emperor Yu Wenyong was not only crying, he was holding a hard steamed pancake in his hand, and his mouth was covered with dry ice scum, which was mixed with tears and snot. The scene was so spectacular that it made people cry Don't dare to stare.

On the contrary, Yang Jian calmed down a lot, like someone who has seen the big world, calmly looking at the unusual little emperor in front of him, or the unusual side of the little emperor.

The little emperor Yu Wenyong was caught by everyone on the spot, and he panicked for a moment, his eyebrows were raised, the tails of his eyes drooped, pitifully, there were still tear bubbles in his eye sockets, and under the attention of everyone, the tear bubbles were getting bigger and bigger. It was getting bigger and bigger, as if it touched his wronged mechanism.

The little emperor Yu Wenyong immediately threw the frozen steamed cakes in his hand. The steamed cakes hit the ground and jumped up half a person's height, which showed how hard the little emperor Yu Wenyong was. face.

Yang Zan's face twitched, he was a bit of a clean freak, he loved cleanliness, he was smeared with steamed cake scum, but the culprit of the smear was the current owner, so Yang Zan had to endure it.

Yang Zheng on the side played the role of a good brother, and immediately grabbed his sleeve, wiped off the steamed cake scum on Yang Zan's face, and said softly: "Take a deep breath, it's okay, third brother, the owner just took two bites of steamed bread." Cake, there should be no salivation."

Yang Zan: "..."

Amidst Yang Zan's disgust and Yang Zheng's comforting voices, the little emperor Yu Wenyong finally broke out, "Wow—" he burst into tears, and wailed loudly!

The second child, Yang Zheng, and the third child, Yang Zan, were at a loss for a moment, and they didn't know what was going on. The owner, who had always been prudent and well-bred, burst into tears, with a turbulent aura that made people at a loss what to do. .

When the little emperor Yu Wenyong started to cry, he looked like a 16-year-old child. While crying, he rubbed his nose and tears with his sleeve indecently, spreading pancakes all over his face. The more he wiped, the dirtier he was, and he was sobbing. Said: "Anyway, you have seen it all! Laugh if you want! There is nothing scary about the widow! Wuwuwuwu -- the widow has done so much! I have endured that old man Yuwenhu for so long! Why, woo Why, why did it fail!! It’s all Hou Mo and Chen Chong’s mediocre dog, incompetent! Insufficient and resourceful! Huh, huh—hiccup! It’s all about his bad widow! The widow wants to kill him! woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

Yang Zheng: "..."

Yang Zan: "..."

Yang Guang: "..."

Hearing the little emperor's cry, everyone finally understood that the original little emperor was not as calm and composed as he appeared on the surface, and he couldn't bear what happened today, so he was alone, and specially picked a place where no one came in the middle of the night, Hiding in the dining room, weeping, and overeating to relieve depression, unexpectedly, Yang Zheng was hungry and wanted to eat supper, so Yang Jian brought his younger brother and son over, knocking out the ugly appearance of the little emperor Yu Wenyong. It's right.

The little emperor Yu Wenyong was crying loudly, full of men, Yang Zheng and Yang Zan were at a loss, Yang Guang didn't feel anything about the crying, he was not like Yang Jian, he couldn't see the crying of children, Yang Guang saw There was more crying, but it didn't matter at all, with a pair of cute cat eyes, calmly watching the crying little emperor, without any sympathy.

Yang Guang observed Yang Jian secretly. Yang Jian couldn't see the tears of the little baby the most. The little emperor was more than 16 years old, so he shouldn't be considered a baby.

Nothing wrong, nothing to fear.

The little emperor was crying and complaining, and couldn't stop for a long time, crying and hiccupping, probably because he ate the cold pancake just now, and now his stomach feels uncomfortable.

Yang Jian stared at the little emperor indifferently and wept for a long time.Yang Zheng picked out his ears, Yang Zan's scalp was numb, and he said to Yang Jian in a low voice: "Brother, think of a way, this is not the way..."

Yang Jian finally spoke, but it was not words of consolation, but words that added fuel to the flames, and said quietly: "Isn't it because the Lord knows that today's mistakes Is it not the fault of Liang Guogong alone? It is the owner who underestimated the enemy and has little experience, which ended today's end, isn't it?"

"You...you..." The little emperor was so angry that he forgot to cry for a moment, unable to utter a complete sentence, and pointed at Yang Jian fiercely.

Yang Zheng and Yang Zan panicked, they wanted the eldest brother to comfort the owner, but they didn't know that the elder brother would just not comfort them, they actually added fuel to the fire, now they are better.

"You are presumptuous!" The little emperor Yu Wenyong was full of aura, showing a real emperor's aura, but now he looks like a little crying bag, his eyes are red and his nose is red, and he cried again: "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu —You all bully the widow!! The widow, the widow, woooooooooooooooo..."

Yang Guang looked at Yu Wenyong howling and crying, and smiled in his heart. Sure enough, the little emperor Yu Wenyong was a little older, and he could no longer impress Yang Jian's "compassion".

Yang Jian still watched the little emperor burst into tears, his eyes turned around, and he saw a cloth bag stacked on the stove, he opened it, and there was a bag of sweet almonds inside.

Yang Jian casually picked up an almond and handed it to the young emperor Yu Wenyong. Yu Wenyong threw the almond on Yang Jian in a fit of anger, and said dryly, "We will not eat it! Take it away!"

But the almond is only that size, it's not a murder weapon, and it's not An Qingzi, throwing it on Yang Jian's body, it doesn't hurt or itch, it's no big deal.

Yang Jian was not angry, and took out another almond from the cloth bag, pinched the almond with his index and middle fingers, and said to the little emperor Yu Wenyong, "My lord, Jian dare to ask, what is this?"

The little emperor Yu Wenyong said angrily: "Apricot, almond!"

Yang Jian nodded slightly, and said, "That's right, to the owner, this is an almond, and it doesn't hurt to hit Jian's body."

After he finished speaking, he handed the almond in his hand to his second brother Yang Zheng, and whispered a few words to him. Yang Zheng nodded, clamped the almond with his index and middle fingers, lowered his shoulders and raised his elbows, and stretched his arms, "嗖— ——" Xingren flew out immediately, like an arrow from the string, "Crack!!!" A crisp sound directly hit the beam of the dining room tent.

"Crack - click!!!"

The beams of the dining room camp tent snapped, if not for the secure beams, the entire tent would have collapsed, trapping them underneath.

The rustling dust fell from the sky, accompanied by sawdust and debris, which fell on everyone's heads and faces.

Before the little emperor Yu Wenyong got angry, Yang Jian asked, "Almonds are also almonds, why is it so painless for the owner to throw them out, but it is enough to shake the tree when thrown by the chariot general?"

The little emperor Yu Wenyong was even more angry, saying: "It's just that he is stronger than ordinary people!"

Yang Jian chuckled, picked up the almonds in the cloth bag for the third time, squeezed the almonds on his fingertips and looked at them repeatedly, and said: "That's right, the owner knows that it's all a small almond in the owner's hand. , it is just a small almond, which has no effect, but in the hands of others, it seems to be no longer a small almond, the reason is very simple...the power of others is greater than that of the main person."

Yang Jian seemed to be saying a tongue twister, when the little emperor Yu Wenyong heard this, his crying stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, and he stared blankly at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian also said: "Nowadays, the host's power is insufficient, and it is like a person with little strength. Only by gathering power, this small almond can become the host's force. Crying is useless."

Yuan Yang Jian was not humiliating the little emperor at all, but comforting him. It has to be said that this kind of comforting method is simple and easy to understand, and the little emperor Yu Wenyong immediately understood.

But Yang Guang let out a "thud" in his heart, and agreed that he was only soft-hearted towards children, and the little emperor Yu Wenyong was no longer a child at his age.

Yu Wenyong stared blankly at Yang Jian, with big tear bubbles hanging on the edge of his eyes. He was crying because he was crying just now, and now he was hiccupping non-stop, hiccup, hiccup..., but little The emperor's comprehension was extremely high, as if he understood something.

Yang Jianfu played with the almonds in his hand again, and said with a smile: "Speaking of almonds, the biggest function is to eat them, the taste is sweet and mellow... When you are not happy, the best way is to eat, what's the matter with that?" Come to think of it? One meal will relieve a thousand worries."

Yang Guang's eyelids twitched, is there really such a sentence?

Yang Jian said to everyone mysteriously: "Everyone is lucky today. Almonds can make a peerless delicacy. Do you know what it is?"

Yang Zheng was starving, when he mentioned eating, he immediately became more energetic, and said impatiently, "Brother, what is it?"

Yang Jian's smile became even more mysterious, a slight smile appeared on his warm and romantic face, and a one-sided dimple appeared on his lips, which added an amiable temperament to Yang Jianping.

Everyone heard Yang Jian say with a smile: "Young girl's breasts."

"Su..." The third younger brother Yang Zan had the thinnest skin, and immediately blushed. The little nephew was still in front of him, and said angrily, "Brother!"

Although the little emperor Yu Wenyong was self-confident and mature, when he heard Yang Jian's "yellow accent" suddenly, he couldn't hold back his face and said: "What kind of dishonest food is eaten, and few people don't eat it!"

Yang Jian shrugged his shoulders and said, "Where did you go? What Jian said is a small almond biscuit with a crispy outer skin and a burnt sweet inner. I guarantee that none of you have eaten it before."

The almond biscuits that Yang Jian mentioned, known as sweets for girls with crispy breasts, are exactly - macaroons.

Today is the period of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, even if the little emperor is well-informed, he has never eaten desserts like macarons.

When it comes to macarons, many people think that it is a very high-end dessert. The macarons sold in cake shops cost at least 20 yuan a piece, and every year the tide rises. Higher-end dessert shops, a box of macarons It varies from a few hundred.

In fact, macarons are the same as the smash hit Internet celebrity soufflé. The production process and required materials are quite simple, cheap and convenient.

Macarons only need almond flour, sugar and eggs, which happen to be all available in the dining room.

Yang Jian immediately started to soak, peel, fry, and mash the sweet almonds to make almond powder, which is the highlight of making macarons.It is worth mentioning that almonds are dried fruits with oil, so when mashing them into almond powder, Yang Jian added finely ground glutinous rice flour, so that the almonds will not be mashed into a paste, but become