I'm a Buddhist foster child

Cai Shizi said sincerely for a long time, is it all a lie? !

Yang Jian blinked at Yuchi Youqi and said, "It's an expedient measure, an expedient measure."

Yang Guang also heard Yang Jian's whispers, and said to himself that it was indeed the case, and it must be a ready-made editor to coax Yu Wenxuan. The purpose is naturally to encourage Yu Wenxuan to cheer up and overcome his anorexia.

But Yang Guang felt something was wrong in his heart, if it was just a compiled lie, Yang Jian's lie was compiled so...sincerely.

"Whoa!"

Yu Wenhui taught those servants a lesson, and strode in from the outside with bruises on the back of his hands, and the skin was broken, which shows how angry he was just now.

Yu Wenhui walked in, was taken aback, and said nahantically, "Little, little corn!? What happened to your eyes? Who hit you?!"

Yuchi Youqi: "..." It wasn't the one who was beaten, but the one who cried...

Yuchi Youqi didn't want to talk about his eye problem at all, Yang Jian smiled understandingly, changed the topic, and said to Yu Wenzhou: "So, Master Yu Wen, you don't need any reason, do you? Whatever you want to eat, just tell Yu Jian, Jian's cooking skills are still passable."

Yang Jian planned to make some good food for Yu Wenzhou, which was soft and rotten, and it was also good for the stomach, so it was inconvenient to stay for a long time, so he got up and left after saying a few more words.

As soon as he got up, Yu Wenhui also got up and said: "Then I, I will go too, and... oh yes, there are still many military planes to deal with."

After Yu Wenhui said it, the first one rushed out of the tent, as if there was a vicious dog chasing him, and ran away without looking back.

Seeing Yu Wenhui run away, Yu Wenzhou couldn't help a wry smile on his lips, and then closed his eyes, as if he wanted to rest.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, glanced at the curtain of the camp tent, because Yuwen would rush out with strides, knocking the curtain of the tent rattling, and then glanced at Yuwenxuan who was resting with his eyes closed, touched his chin, and said softly: " There's something tricky."

When Yang Jian and the others exited the tent, they saw Yu Wenhui, who was "very busy" and "a lot of important military affairs", squatting outside the tent. He didn't go far, and was digging ant holes on the ground like a child with his scabbard.

Yang Jian walked over and kicked the dirt on the ground, Yu Wenhui realized this, stood up quickly, shook the kicked dirt, glanced at the direction of the camp, and said, "What's wrong with my brother? "

Yang Jian said: "Sleeping, it's a good thing to rest more."

Yu Wenhui nodded, scratched the back of his head, hesitated to speak, and said: "Then I will..." and left.

Before he finished speaking, Yang Jian said again: "Master Yuwen's anorexia is mostly due to psychological reasons."

"Psychological reasons?" Yu Wenhui doesn't know what psychological reasons are, but it sounds easy to guess, it must be because Yu Wenzhou has something in his heart, and he is depressed, so he gradually developed such an anorexia problem.

There is no need for others to say much about this psychological reason, everyone knows it well.Yu Wenzhou is so young, because of being captured, he became a useless person, his hands and feet are crippled, he can't take care of himself at all, he can't even take medicine by himself, even a servant will despise Yu Wenzhou.

--I'd rather die.

I am afraid that Yu Wenzhou thinks so too, he is a burden to live, he might as well die.

Yang Jian said: "In fact, Lord Yuwenlang is physically strong and has a good recovery ability. If this kind of torture is placed on others, he must have lost two lives, but Lord Yuwenlang has withstood all of them. The medical officer also said , If you can recover with peace of mind, it is not impossible, Lord Yuwen has given up on himself, if you can get rid of the knot, the anorexia will probably be cured by seven or eight points."

Yu Wenhui scratched the back of his head and said, "What can I do! I'm so worried!"

Yang Jian folded his arms and looked at Yu Wenhui, raised his chin, and said, "What's the matter with the general?"

When Yang Jian asked suddenly, Yuwen would say strangely: "What's wrong with me? I'm fine, I'm not sick or in pain, look how strong I am!"

As he spoke, he patted his chest.

Yang Jian raised his lips and smiled, and said: "Jian is not asking about the general's body, but about the relationship between the general and Lord Yuwen."

"Do it, do it..." Yu Wenhui immediately stuttered, and said, "What, does it matter?! It doesn't matter, no, I mean, there is nothing special to do, just... just..."

Yang Jian wanted to laugh when he heard that Yuwenhui looked like this, it was clear that there was no 300 taels of silver here, and he said: "The performance of the general is really suspicious. Just now I heard those servants chewing their tongues, and the general's angry hands It was broken, and now seeing Lord Yuwen, the general is like a mouse, scurrying away like a mouse, could it be that he has done something bad, and is afraid that Lord Yuwen will not succeed?"

"What's wrong with you!?" Yu Wenhui denied it outright, saying, "There is nothing wrong with you! Absolutely nothing! Don't talk nonsense!"

Yang Jian said: "It seems that it is definitely a shameful thing to deny that Sanlian has come out. Jian is really more and more interested."

When Yang Jian is interested in things, he will inevitably ask the bottom line, and Yu Wenhui's back will go numb, and he will have the illusion that he is the meat of the chopping board...

Yu Wenhui would not be beaten to death, but Yang Jian had a clever trick to make Yu Wenhui speak without killing him. He raised two fingers and shook, and said, "200 million yuan, as long as the general is willing to speak, can offset the general's money. 200 million dollars in money."

"No!" Yu Wenhui refused straight away, and he did not know that he raised his hand at the next moment and said angrily, "300 million yuan!"

Yang Guang: "..."

Yang Jian shrugged his shoulders and said: "300 million is too much money, that's all, if the general refuses to say it, Jian doesn't want to hear it that much, or else forget it..."

"Two hundred and five!" Seeing Yang Jian turning around to leave, Yu Wenhui immediately stopped in front of Yang Jian with big strides, and said, "Two hundred and five! How about it, 250 million, a one-off price! Can you agree?"

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Success, two hundred and five is two hundred and five, which is especially suitable for the general's temperament."

Yu Wenhui was really strange, what does the two hundred and five have to do with his temperament?The two hundred and five mentioned by Yang Jian is obviously a joke. In ancient times, five hundred silver was a letter, and two hundred and five was a half letter, so two hundred and five was used as a metaphor for "half madness". Yang Jian's intention was taken advantage of by Yang Jian, and he also felt that he was very good at bargaining.

Yang Jian said straightforwardly: "Okay, I will offset the 250 million yuan owed for you, let's go."

Yu Wenhui suddenly became grumpy, kicked the dirt on the ground, and said, "Ah—actually...it happened a long time ago. I was with my elder brother..."

Yu Wenhui was not smart at all when he was a child, his brothers were all smart people, all of them were capable and capable, while Yu Wenhui was a stupid, simple-minded iron fool, his brothers were older than Yu Wenhui, So everyone can't go together, but Yu Wenzhou, the son of the uncle's family, is willing to be with Yu Wenhui. Yu Wenhui was a follower when he was a child, and he kept chasing after Yu Wenzhou.

Like the other children in Yuwen's family, Yu Wenxuan was capable of both literature and martial arts since he was a child, handsome in appearance, smart and filial, but every little girl Yuwen knew would marry Yu Wenxuan.

The existence of Yuwenxuan is like an unattainable benchmark. Although Yuwenhui admires this benchmark, it is actually very jealous of Yuwenxuan, and Yuwenzhou is too young and energetic, as if it is a rough jade that has not been polished. ...

Yu Wenhui is still very angry when he thinks about it now, and complained: "As an elder brother, he never knows how to give in to me. He said he took me to a riding and archery competition, but in fact, he beat me every time..."

Yu Wenzhou has always led Yu Wenhui to be stubborn, but he won Yuwen Club every time. At that time, many girls came to watch their riding and archery competition. Among them was the girl who Yuwen Club had admired for a long time. Defeat the elder brother, get rid of the humiliation, and become the dream lover in the hearts of these little girls.

But who would have thought that Yuwenhui still lost, and the loss was quite disgraceful. Yuwenhui was angry and anxious at the time, and burst into tears, crying and cursing Yuwenzhou, and never being stubborn with him again, let him be defeated by the enemy Just catch it!

When Yu Wenhui said this, he suddenly fell silent, and swallowed those complaints, his voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had also turned into old bark, and murmured: "I let his horse go secretly, that day ...That day until dark, he never came back, I know, it must be because I let his horse go, he couldn't walk back...I just wanted...to tease him, who told him to always Don't let me, keep calling me ugly, but I didn't expect..."

It was an era of turmoil at that time, Yu Wenzhou didn't come back all night, and Yu Wenhui was woken up before dawn the next day, and everyone in the family was looking for Yu Wenzhou.I didn't find it on the second day, nor on the third day, nor on the fourth day... still not found.

Yu Wenhui finally said hoarsely: "It was me... I was the one who killed him. If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't be reduced to what he is now...I dare not see him."

Yang Jian finally understood why Yuwenhui, who had always been ignorant of the heights of the sky and the earth, suddenly became so awkward. There was a hurdle in Yuwenhui's heart. He felt that it was because of himself that Yuwenhui fell to this point, so he didn't hide Yu Wenzhou, but shameless to see Yu Wenzhou.

There was silence all around, and there was no sound for a while, Yu Wenhui sighed, raised his head, and said: "You must not tell anyone about this, or I... eh?! Little corn, why are your eyes red again? Already!?"

Yang Jian looked back, didn't he, Yuchi Youqi's tears were too low, and Yuwenhui told him to cry again.

Yang Jian rubbed his forehead and said, "By the way, I have one more thing to do, and I need to ask General Hushi for help."

Yuwen would say, "What's the matter?"

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "Bang Jian will send an invitation card to the camp of the Qi army, and also want to entertain the King of Lanling."

"Banquet for King Lanling?" Yu Wenhui immediately said, "Hey wait, aren't you going to serve my brother a meal? Why are you inviting King Lanling again?"

Yang Jian said inscrutablely: "No hindrance, it just happens to be convenient."

Yu Wenhui was surprised, brother can't eat too hard food now, he must eat some soft food, how does this go well with banqueting King Lanling?

……

Qi army camp.

"These Zhou thieves! Their intentions are too vicious!"

"That's right, you actually said that the king is a secret agent!"

"How can this be good? General Gao has always been at odds with the King. Now that there are rumors like this, General Gao should trip the King even more."

"It's not good, it's not good!!" The soldiers rushed into the shogunate's camp, interrupted the voices of the soldiers, and said, "It's not good! The big thing is not good. General Gao, General Gao just left the camp with his entourage. Say yes... say you want to go back to Ye City, and report to the Lord, the King of Sinners!"

There was a commotion all around, and the soldiers said in a panic, "What should I do?"

"Hurry up, hurry up and stop General Gao!"

"That's right, stop General Gao and never let him leave the barracks!"

"No need." Gao Changgong, the King of Lanling who had been silent all this while sitting on the top of his hand, suddenly spoke at this time, his eyes were calm, as if those generals were worried, not his own business, and said lightly: "Let him go , even if General Gao does not go, these rumors will still spread to Yecheng, and he is not missing."

When the soldiers heard this, they were immediately silent. Indeed, the rumors and rumors spread by the Zhou people were fierce. Not to mention they heard about it, even Jinyang heard about it, and the rumors spread.

"Oh! How can this be done!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, you are talking!"

"Once General Gao returns to Yecheng, I wonder if the owner will blame the king..."

Gao Changgong narrowed his eyes, and said quietly: "For the current plan, we have no way out. We can only win this battle to get rid of the crime."

Everyone fell into silence again, indeed, the current situation is a desperate fight, and they can only advance but not retreat.

"Report-!! Your Majesty! The envoys of the Northern Zhou Dynasty sent to move the book!"

The soldiers rushed into the camp and handed over the book. Gao Changgong took it and opened the letter to read. Like last time, the letter was written by Qi Guogong Yu Wenxian, but the words were written by Yang Jian himself, and they were still so simple. Nothing fancy.

Yang Jian sent out invitations for the second time, inviting King Lanling to drink in Yan.

King Lanling displayed the letter for reading, and then passed it on to the soldiers. After reading it, the soldiers were in an uproar: "Your Majesty, no! Absolutely no!"

"Zhou Bandit is full of tricks, maybe it's Zhou Bandit's trap!"

"Exactly, the general of the town army of the Zhou thief has already put us together, and we must not fall into the trap again!"

"What's more... What's more, there are a lot of gossips in the court nowadays. It is said that the king and the general who suppressed the Zhou thief had... an old relationship. If the king goes to the banquet, there may be some ugly words in the court !"

"Yes, yes! Your Majesty must not attend the banquet!"

Everyone advised King Lanling, everyone thought that such an obvious matter, King Lanling would definitely not go to the banquet, but Gao Changgong said calmly: "No, go back to the messenger, this king will go to the banquet."

"Your Majesty!?"

"Your Majesty can't!"

"If this spreads to Yecheng, wouldn't it be a public tongue-in-cheek?"

But King Lanling insisted: "Just because I don't want to be blamed, the people of Zhou have sent envoys to send a message. If this king refuses, please tell me, according to the temperament of the general of the town army, will there be more tricks?" Do you want to force me to go to the banquet with the most indiscriminate methods?"

When he said this, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and no one spoke, because they suddenly realized that it was true, if Yang Jian was rejected, maybe Yang Jian would send more Zhongguan clothes...

King Lanling narrowed his eyes, and said: "Go back to the envoy, and go to the banquet as promised. This king wants to see what other tricks he can do as a general in the army."

……

"General Zhenjun!" Yu Wenhui strode over, hurriedly, with hot sweat on his forehead, and said, "The messenger sent out has returned, and the King of Lanling has agreed to the banquet! At noon tomorrow, at the gate of Tongguan!"

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad, Xiao Si'er has stumbled a few times, and he has learned to behave."

Yu Wenhui said, "What do you want to entertain King Lanling?"

Yang Jian waved his hand and said: "Let's not talk about this, and I am going to cook some delicious dinner for Mr. Yuwen. Why don't you come, General?"

When Yu Wenhui heard that it was Yu Wenzhou's business, he scratched the back of his head and said, "I... I don't know how to cook either."

Yang Jian said: "It's okay, the general is strong and healthy, and he can help light the fire."

"Burning, burning fire!?" Yu Wenhui thought he had misheard, it was right, it was lighting a fire, and said in shock: "You let me, the great general of the hussars, light the fire!?"

Yang Jian said lightly: "What? The general can light a fire for his elder brother? He is still a dignified general of the town army, so he will still take care of the meal for Master Yuwen Lang himself?"

"I don't...that's not what I mean." Yu Wenhui quickly waved his hands.

Yang Guang saw the needle, found an opportunity, and immediately flattered Yang Jian, saying in a childlike voice, "Father! Let's light the fire for father!"

The little bun is so big, how could it be possible to set fire to it, Yang Guang knew that Yang Jian would definitely not let himself set fire to it, but this awareness must never be lacking.

Sure enough, Yang Jian smiled "kindly", and said softly: "My son is so obedient, how can such an obedient son let you set the fire on fire, father and father will feel distressed."

Yu Wenhui: "..." If you dare to set yourself on fire, no one will feel sorry for you?

Yang Jian finally took Yuwenhui into the dining room, pointed to the firewood piled on the ground, and said, "Let's start lighting the fire."

Yu Wenhui and Chai Huo stared, squatted down bravely, and muttered: "If you burn the fire, you will burn the fire. It's just a fire. I, the Hussar General, have been on the battlefield. Are you afraid of burning fire? Isn't it just burning fire? Who is afraid of whom? Come on!" Ah, come on!"

Like a chatterbox, he picked up a piece of firewood and threw it under the stove, and Yang Jian kicked his butt immediately, only to hear Yang Jian's voice coldly say: "I haven't eaten, hurry up, throw one in." , your brother won’t be able to eat a bite until next year.”

Yu Wenhui: "..." Kick, kick me? !

Yu Wenhui threw several more firewood into it viciously. Out of anger, he deliberately threw all the firewood in, blocking the fire hole of the stove. It is conceivable that the flame went out immediately.

Yu Wenhui thought with a smirk, how about it, isn't it just to put more firewood, who wouldn't?

As a result, he was kicked on the butt again, and Yang Jian still said in that cold tone: "It's off, light it up again."

Yuwenhui: "..."

In the end, Yu Wenhui learned to be good, and he couldn't compete with anyone, but he couldn't compete with Yang Jian, because in the end, he was the one who was in trouble.

Yuwen knows how to make a fire honestly. He has never done this kind of rough work. It is more difficult to make a fire than to fight a war. It is either big or small, and there are ways to make a fire. What kind of firewood is used for a small fire? What kind of firewood is used for a big fire? The method of burning firewood is also particular.

"Cough, cough——" Yu Wenhui's face was covered with dust, his eyes were sore from the black smoke from the firewood, and his eyes were as red as Yuchi Youqi's, but Yuchi Youqi's sense of substitution was too strong , the tears are too low, and Yu Wenhui is because of being smoked, others may not believe it.

Yu Wenhui managed to get angry, and when he raised his head, he met Yang Guang's contemptuous gaze. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the half-grown little bun was looking at him with sarcasm, it must be an illusion, an illusion... …

Yu Wenhui stood up and said, "The fire is rising, what are you going to feed my brother?"

Taking advantage of the time when he was lighting the fire, Yang Jian was already busy, without wasting time at all. After the fire was lit, he immediately stewed the ingredients, and it turned out to be a pot of chicken soup.

Yang Jian was busy quickly, and said in his mouth: "Master Yuwen Lang can't eat too hard food now, he mainly eats liquid food, and he is going to make some noodles in clear soup for Master Yuwen Lang to eat."

Although it is clear soup noodles, the nutrition should not be left behind. Yang Jian intends to use chicken soup to make this soup, but it is not the kind of chicken soup that is boiled to milky white, but boiled chicken soup until it is translucent, like clear water, and finally skim off all the oily smell It doesn't feel greasy at all, and it's very refreshing when you look at it.

While the chicken soup was being boiled, Yang Jian started kneading the noodles again. The noodles were so soft that they could melt in the mouth. In this way, Yu Wenxuan had no burden to eat and was easy to digest.

Yang Jian's movements were quick, stretching out the noodles, white and tender noodles, uniform in thickness, rolling down the hot pot, tumbling in the boiling water, cooking the noodles, taking out two bowls of cold water, pouring them into the In the big bowl, the chicken soup happened to be ready.

The soup head of the chicken soup is very clear, and there is a salty taste when it is hot. It is not only salty, but also very fresh. It is poured on the white noodles. Just looking at it like this, I think it is a special visual enjoyment .

Yang Jian tore off the chicken, tore it into fine pieces, and finally sprinkled it on the clear soup noodles, and it was done.

"Okay," Yang Jian looked at Yuwenhui, and said, "Now I'm going to send the noodles in clear soup to Master Yuwen, and the general can go and wash his face."

Wash your face... That's right, Yu Wenhui touched his face, his eyes were still uncomfortably smoked, he really should wash his face, he has never been so embarrassed since he grew up.

But when I think about it carefully, no, when I was beaten and taught by Yang Jian in the restaurant, I was much more embarrassed than I am now.

Yu Wenhui went to wash his face, Yang Jian took Chengpan and the little bun and went to the tent where Yu Wenzhou was staying.

Yu Wenxuan was resting with his eyes closed. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he just opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Yang Jian. He seemed to be a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Yang Jian, the son of Sui Guogong, the general of the town army with eight lives, actually gave him I went to cook the meals myself.

However, Yu Wenzhou just glanced at it, and then turned his gaze away without looking again, as if he didn't smell the fragrant noodles in clear soup at all.

Yang Jian didn't care, walked over and put the noodles in clear soup beside him, smiled very kindly, and said, "Master Yuwen, I also made some soup cakes for Lord Yuwen, I don't know if it suits Master Yuwen's taste, or else first Try it?"

Yu Wenzhou knew that Yang Jian's intentions were good, he was not ignorant of good and evil, but just disheartened, so he nodded his head not wanting to refute Yang Jian's face.

Yang Jian sat a little closer, supported Yu Wenzhou's back, carefully lifted Yu Wenzhou up, and let him sit on the bed.

As expected, Yu Wenzhou didn't have the ability to take care of himself, his hands and feet were inconvenient, and it was very difficult to get up. When he sat up, his forehead was slightly sweating because he touched the wound.

Yang Jian brought over the noodles in clear soup, picked up a chopstick of noodles, and let them cool down carefully before feeding them to Yu Wenxuan.

Although the clear noodle soup is made of chicken soup, it looks very clear, without any fishy smell, and there is a salty taste of chicken soup in the mouth. It is very light, but when Yu Wenzhou tasted it, his face suddenly became strange. Seemingly unable to bear the smell, his throat rolled, and he pushed Yang Jian away with all his strength, and vomited out with a "vomit--".

Yang Guang hurriedly pulled Yang Jian back, lest Yu Wenzhou spit Yang Jian all over him. The servants were a little panicked, as if they were afraid that Yu Wenzhou would run into the general of the town army.

Yu Wenzhou's complexion was not good, and he confessed: "Thank you General Zhenjun for your kindness, but Zhou really doesn't know what is good or bad, so I ask General Zhenjun to ignore Zhou."

Yang Jian didn't talk about this topic with Yu Wenzhou, but suddenly said: "I want to tell a short story for Yu Wenlang, and if I tell you a sentence, Yu Wenlang will eat it, how about it?"

Yu Wenzhou actually laughed, but a little sneered, he seemed to disdain the story of Yang Jian's coaxing the child, but Yang Jian did not give him a chance to refuse, and began to tell the story: "There was a little baby who admired himself very much. Elder brother, this elder brother is both civil and military, tall and handsome, this little kid has always thought that when he grows up, he will become a character like elder brother..."

Yang Guang's eyelids twitched, and his fleshy face trembled. If I remember correctly, this little boy might be called Yuwenhui...

Yu Wenzhou's eyes moved, and he seemed to hear some clues. He looked at Yang Jian suspiciously, Yang Jian smiled, and said, "Master Yu Wen, do you want to know how this little boy treats his elder brother later?" ?”

Yu Wenzhou's eyes visibly trembled, he pursed his lips, stared at the clear soup noodles in Yang Jian's hands, and nodded slowly as if he had made up his mind.

In fact, Yuwenxuan's anorexia is not really anorexia, most of it is a psychological reason, just resistance to eating. Yang also used stories as bait to catch Yuwenzhou cleverly. On the one hand, he can distract Yuwenxuan's attention, on the other hand You can also let Yu Wenxuan take the initiative to eat, which is a clever plan to kill two birds with one stone.

While feeding Yu Wenzhou noodles in clear soup, Yang Jian continued to tell the story. In fact, it was the story Yu Wen would tell, but Yang Jian reprocessed it to make the story more... touching and tear-jerking.

After all, art comes from life and is higher than life.If Yuchi Youqi were here, he would surely cry again, until he was in tears.

Yu Wenxuan listened to Yang Jian's "storytelling" in a daze, and unknowingly ate the whole bowl of noodles in clear soup without noticing it.

Yu Wenzhou smiled wryly, and said softly: "I'm afraid these are the words of the general of the town army to make Zhou feel relieved. I'm afraid the third brother is... I'm in this state now. People are neither ghosts nor ghosts. I am afraid that the third brother has already disdain Take another look at me."

Yang Jian shook his head and said, "Lord Yuwen is wrong. The general didn't bother to look at you more, but he didn't dare to look at you more. When Master Yuwen was lost, and later fell into the hands of Qi people, the general has always blamed himself , I cry bitterly every time I think about it.”

cry...

Yang Guang's eyelids twitched again.

Yu Wenxuan didn't seem to believe it, and said: "To tell you the truth, General Zhenjun, as an elder brother, I have never seen my third brother crying bitterly."

Yang Jian said without blushing, "Lord Yuwen is wrong again. It is precisely because Lord Yuwen is so important in the general's heart that the general wants to show his best side to Lord Yuwen. How about showing such a shameful side to Lord Yuwen?"

At the end of Yang Jian's voice, he lowered his voice, and said somewhat mysteriously: "Jian is not hiding from Lord Yuwen, just now when Jian passed by the general's tent, he heard faint crying from inside, and he was afraid that he was secretly crying again. .”

Yu Wenzhou's eyes shook slightly, a little surprised, but he couldn't imagine what it would be like for Yu Wen to shed tears.

Yang Jian said: "Master Yuwen doesn't believe it? Now send someone to invite the general, Lord Yuwen will know at a glance."

Yang Jian did what he said, and immediately sent someone to find Yu Wenhui, saying that there was something urgent.Yu Wenhui was blinded by the black smoke, so he went to wash his face and changed out of his dark clothes, then a servant hurriedly asked Yu Wenhui to come over, as if there was something urgent.

Yu Wenhui was terrified, thinking that something had happened to Yu Wenzhou, he immediately rushed into the tent, opened the curtain with a "crash", and shouted: "Brother?!"

As soon as Yuwenhui came in, Yang Guang's eyelids twitched again, yes, Yuwenhui's eyes were red, but not from crying, but... smoky.

It turned out that Yang Jian was insidious and cunning, and he had been prepared for a long time. He didn't let him go to the dining room to light the fire just to play with Yuwenhui.

Yu Wenzhou was shocked when he saw Yu Wenhui's red eyes. In addition, Yu Wenhui's temples were still wet. Yu Wenzhou thought it was wet tears, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Yu Wenhui looked at Yang Jian strangely, and said, "What...what's the situation, isn't it something important?"

Yang Jian whispered in a low voice, "Your elder brother thought you had red eyes and were crying secretly."

"Crying..." Yu Wenhui almost yelled, how could his eyes be crying, thinking of him as a great general, a man will never cry when he has tears!

Just as Yu Wenhui was about to defend himself, he saw Yu Wenzhou struggling to sit up, and Yang Jian shouted in surprise: "Be careful of falling!"

Yu Wenhui was startled, and subconsciously rushed forward to support Yu Wenxuan. Yu Wenxuan was not about to fall at all. As soon as Yu Wenhui stepped forward, Yu Wenxuan immediately hugged Yu Wenhui, his voice was like rough gravel, slightly Some choked up and said: "Third brother, brother... I never blamed you, you don't know how happy I am to see you... I thought that I would never see my relatives again in this life... ..."

Yu Wenhui wanted to explain that his eyes were not crying, which was too embarrassing, but suddenly being held in Yu Wenzhou's arms, and hearing Yu Wenzhou's hoarse and rough voice, for some reason, he seemed to be tormented by a raging fire In general, he kept boiling and tumbling, but couldn't say a word, raised his hand to embrace Yu Wenxuan, and said in a low voice: "Brother..."

Yang Jian smiled and said: "The merits and virtues are complete, it's time for us to leave the stage, let the two brothers talk."

The Yang family beckoned, and took the little bun Yang Guang out of the camp, and went to the dining room, which solved Yu Wenxuan's heart disease, now Yang Jian should go busy with banqueting King Lanling again.At noon tomorrow, at the gate of Tongguan, Yang Jian will hold a banquet in honor of King Lanling, if he doesn't get busy now, it will be too late.

Yang Jian entered the dining room, as if he was looking for something, followed by Yu Wenhui, aggressively looking for revenge, and said: "I knew you were coming to the dining room, but Let me catch you!"

Yang Jian said with a smile: "The two brothers have settled their suspicions. Why, instead of thanking the peacemaker, you plan to avenge your kindness?"

Yuwen would say: "What's wrong! What are you talking about with my brother, who is crying?"

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, suddenly took two steps forward, and looked at Yu Wenhui carefully. Yu Wenhui immediately backed away in fright, thinking that Yang Jian was going to cheat again, but he heard Yang Jian say: "General, what's wrong with your eyes?" Is it redder? It was smoked from the fire just now, isn't it so... ruddy?"

Yu Wenhui immediately said without 300 taels of silver: "Nonsense! I didn't cry!"

Yang Jian shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's so strange, when did Jian say that the general is crying?"

Yang Guang: "..."

Yang Guang shook his head helplessly, and stood beside him with folded arms like a little adult, watching Yang Jian tease Yuwenhui, Yuwenhui was a bit weak, and kept getting into the trap.

Yu Wenhui coughed, changed the subject and said, "You...what are you looking for, you're looking around."

Yang Jian said: "The chicken rack for the pheasant soup just now, I remember putting it here."

Yu Wenhui suddenly realized, and said: "Oh, the chicken rack for making soup, I saw that there was no meat, so I asked the servants to throw it away."

"Did you lose it?" Yang Jian frowned and said, "The prodigal son."

Yu Wenhui looked confused, scratched the back of his head, and said, "It's just a chicken rack, can you still eat it?"

But Yang Jian said: "There are several chicken racks with meat on them, and the Yanyin King Lanling depends on these chicken racks."

"Chicken?!" Yu Wenhui looked like he had never seen the world, his eyes widened in shock, and he repeated several times, "Chicken, chicken!?"

Not to mention Yuwenhui, Yang Guang was also shocked. He knew that Yang Jian had a lot of "spiritual ideas", but he never thought of hosting a banquet with such humble ingredients as chicken racks. Could it be...

Could it be that Yang Jian deliberately humiliated King Lanling?

As Yang Jian was talking, he happened to see the cook preparing to leave with the remaining chicken racks. Yang Jian used several chicken racks to cook the soup, and the meat on them was torn to pieces, leaving only some special firewood. old meat.

Yang Jian walked over immediately and said, "Don't throw it away, keep it, I'm still useful."

The cook was very strange, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he immediately left the chicken rack. Yu Wenhui said in amazement, "What kind of delicacy can this chicken rack make? You still want to use the chicken rack to entertain the King of Lanling."

Yang Jian smiled faintly and said, "How can ordinary people like you understand the delicacy of this chicken?"

Yu Wenhui smiled and said: "It's just a chicken rack, it's all cooked, it can still go to heaven!"

But Zhengrang Yuwenhui was right. The crispy grilled chicken rack made by Yang Jian, after being boiled with pheasant soup, the chicken rack is completely delicious, and then fried in oil, the fragrance is overflowing, and finally baked on an open fire. Sprinkled with seasoning and cumin, it is simply burnt and fragrant, it is delicious and can go to heaven!

The next day, noon.

Under the Tongguan gate.

King Lanling came to the appointment with fifty cronies. There were not many of them. He dressed lightly and hurried his horse. As soon as he arrived at the gate of Tongguan, he saw Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was already waiting, the banquet was set up, the scene was not grand, there were only two cases, there were only a few people in total, Yang Jian, general of the town army, Yu Wenxian, Duke of Qi, Yu Wenhui, general of hussars, Yang Jian even brought his little Baozi Yang Guang came out.

The little bun was sitting in Yang Guang's arms, shaking his little feet, with an innocent look on his face. Because the child was hungry so fast, Yang Jian was afraid that his son would starve, so he gave the little bun an extra meal. Baozi was holding a jujube flower cake that was "big" compared to him, gnawing on it. The jujube paste and puff pastry hung all over his face, sweet but not greasy, crispy and fragrant, and he ate it with relish.

The rest didn't even have a single soldier or horse, nor did they bring a single personal entourage.

The cronies of King Lanling were taken aback. They thought that the king only brought fifty soldiers and horses, which is really too few. What if people try to cheat?But it never occurred to me that fewer Zhou people attended the Yan Yin, so aren't they afraid of being attacked?

King Lanling narrowed his eyes, raised his head suddenly, and looked towards the direction of the city. He saw someone standing above the city gate. He looked seven years old, or even younger, but his body was tall and straight, and he had a murderous aura. He was the son of the Duke of Shu, Yuchi Youqi.

Yuchi Youqi was ordered, and the governor was at the city gate. In fact, Yang Jian was not unprepared. He did not lead troops out of the city to express his sincerity, but the soldiers and horses were all on the city tower, and Yuchi Youqi was arranged to be in charge of the archers. , help immediately.

King Lanling seemed to have seen through Yang Jian's preparation, got off his horse, and walked over with steady strides.

King Lanling and others walked over, fixed their eyes on the food and drink on the case table, and were completely surprised, and agreed