I'm a Buddhist foster child

Taking a closer look, the way he was shivering when Quan Jingxuan yelled at him really looked like a frightened little milk cat.

Yang Guang said: "It should be Quan Jingxuan's nephew. It seems that his name is Quan Zhuoyu. I don't think he is a person with great achievements. I don't remember clearly."

In Yang Guang's impression, Quan Jingxuan was defeated and died in depression. The eldest son inherited the title, the second child was also a general, and his nephew Quan Zhuoxuan was also an official in the Sui Dynasty, but he was somewhat unknown or even mediocre. How could it be possible to catch Yang Guang's eyes by grabbing a lot?

Yang Jian smiled and said: "This little milk cat is clearly afraid of death, but he dares to speak out and speak out, and he can see at a glance that Quan Jingxuan is bound to lose. With such a fierce and unique look, how can he not be someone who can make great achievements? ? Presumably the talent was buried..."

Yang Jian immediately smiled and said quietly, "Son, do you want to raise a cat?"

Yang Guang: "..."