Chapter 166 Advent

When Yang Yanzhao woke up the next day, he felt a headache and his throat was very dry. He got up and shook his head, staggered to the table, picked up the teapot and shook it. He found that there was still tea in it. At that moment, he poured a few sips directly.

The cool overnight tea flowed down his throat to his heart. Yang Yanzhao suddenly felt much more comfortable. At this time, he remembered what happened yesterday.

How can you be so drunk with a new acquaintance?

When I thought about it carefully, I couldn't help but feel some fear in my heart. I shouldn't have told the hidden secret yesterday, right?

However, even if there is, it will be regarded as nonsense. I just hope that I don't say any rebellious words, and there is a trace of timidity behind it. I can't help but secretly make up my mind that I will never drink like this again in the future.

When Yang Yanzhao was afraid, the door of the house was pushed open, but it was Luo's daughter with clear porridge. Seeing that he had woken up, the latter quickly put down the porridge bowl in his hand and said with concern, "Ryulang, you woke up. Are you feeling well?"

He smiled and held Luo's daughter in his arms. "When you wake up, the wine will naturally be fine, which makes Qinger worried."

His face was full of morning glow, and Luo's daughter buried her head in his chest. "The slave family is very worried. I have never seen Liulang drink so much wine outside. I think he is related to the hero of that army."

"He is indeed a good person," he said. He lowered his head and gently kissed Luo's woman's forehead. The latter hummed and buried his head lower. Later, he remembered the bowl of porridge on the table, so he pushed Yang Yanzhao away and said, "Liulang, you drink too much. You should eat something light. After drinking porridge to moisten your stomach."

When Yang Yanzhao had a breakfast and came out of the morning sun, Xiao Muchun and others were doing morning exercises. Wen Zhongshu and Zhang Qian shook their heads to read, and Bamei was still looking at the broken wooden stick in her hand pouted.

Everything was as old as before. Yang Yanzhao couldn't help smiling. Seeing him, the eighth sister couldn't help rushing over and shaking the half of the wooden stick in her hand. "Sixth brother, when will the fish's spear be ready? If it goes on like this, where is the opponent of exhaust?"

Seeing Ba Mei like this, Yang Yanzhao scratched his head. The matter of the long gun was handed over to He Yu's people for only half a month, and this kind of thing could not be done on the surface. Since He Yu did not send it, it should not have been successful.

So he smiled apologetically, "There is no news on this evening. Can you wait for a while?"

"But we are going to Minnan tomorrow."

The eighth sister muttered, as if she was lost by the long gun that she couldn't see. Yang Yanzhao couldn't help pinching it on his face. "Don't worry about the fish. When it's built, your brother He will definitely send someone 800 miles to send it to Minnan urgently, and there will never be no fish."

"Is my brother talking about me?"

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived. After Yang Yanzhao finished speaking, he saw He Yu stepping into the yard, holding a long and narrow wooden box in his hand, which was half a foot long.

Seeing this, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help pouted at him, "It seems that don't wait, fish, your weapon is coming."

Hearing this, the eighth sister was full of joy and hurriedly greeted him, "Brother He, do you have a long gun for the fish in your hand?"

With a squinting smile, He Yu posed the wooden box with difficulty, "The fish is smart again, but before giving it to you, you have to promise me one thing."

I looked forward to it all day and finally came close to my eyes. How could Ba Mei hesitate? She didn't listen to He Yu's conditions. She even nodded and answered, "Brother He, give the spear to the fish quickly, and you will answer all your words."

Looking at the joy of Ba Mei, He Yu couldn't help laughing, which made Xiao Muchun and others gather around and want to see the things in the box.

"Okay, tonight, stop teasing the fish."

Yang Yanzhao said something, and He Yu naturally listened, handed the wooden box to Xiao Muchun in his hand, and then opened it. A half-foot steel gun with golden light suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

On the body of the gun, the gold shines, engraved with a few auspicious clouds, which seems to be drifting away in the wind.

"Okay, it's really good."

Although Yang Yanzhao doesn't know much about guns, he has also used some steel guns for a long time. Of course, he can see whether this gun is good or bad.

"Isn't this a thorny style?"

Seeing the serrated barb on the head of the gun, Xiao Muchun whispered, but the eighth sister had happily taken it away from his long gun and danced in the blink of an eye.

After a while, he stopped with satisfaction and smiled at He Yu, "Brother He, thank you very much, but what did you just ask the fish to promise you?"

He opened his mouth for a long time before He Yu said, "I added ten taels of gold to this gun body. Fish, you have to be careful."

Hearing the words, everyone couldn't help but smile.

Taking over the long gun in Bamei's hand, Yang Yanzhao played carefully for a moment. He saw the slightly raised cloud at the tail of the gun, and now he understood that he had made all the effects he wanted.

It's just that he is being monitored at the moment. Naturally, Yang Yanzhao will not show the life-saving mechanism of Bamei in the future. He danced with a long gun shorter than his steel gun, which was also a little smooth.

"Sixth brother, the whip of exhaust is Qingluan. You can also name my long gun."

His eyes swept over the golden clouds. Yang Yanzhao pondered for a moment and answered, "This gun is stacked with clouds. It's better to call it 'Chaoyun'. I also hope that the fish can be like it in the future, and the clouds are vigorous and gorgeous."

clapping her hands happily, and Bamei took the long gun, "'Chaoyun' is a good name." She said, and the long gun's right hand pointed diagonally, "Exhaust the wind, now I can fight against you."

After saying that, the two girls fought together again. Xiao Muchun and others continued to practice under Guo Huai's gaze and returned to the past.

In the princess's mansion, Lvzhu looked at Chai Qingyun, who had not said a word for a long time, and felt a little anxious. Yang Jing will leave Bianliang tomorrow. As soon as Minnan goes, I don't know when he will return?

Besides, when you come back, do you still have no family now? After all, as a princess, it is impossible for the little master to marry a concubine, so this is the best time. If you don't hurry up, I'm afraid there will be no chance.

"Little Lord..."

Lvzhu called softly and saw that Chai Qingyun did not respond. She pinched her hand anxiously. For a while, a trace of decisiveness flashed in her eyes and turned around and walked outside the house.

"Green Pearl, where are you going?"

A slightly tired figure came from behind him. Lvzhu nodded and whispered, "When Lvzhu saw that the little master was so laborious, she couldn't help but make it clear to Mr. Yang, which also saved the little master from thinking about tea and dinner and becoming more and getting haggard."

"You don't need to interfere in this matter," said that Chai Qingyun sighed. The letter had been sent to Shannan Province, but he had to wait for Brother Fang to reply, but he didn't know when, and he would leave Beijing tomorrow.

After a long time, he got up and ordered to Lvzhu, "Prepare the car and go to the Yan Palace."

Half an hour later, Zhao Dezhao was tasting tea and reading books in the courtyard. Chai Qingyun hurriedly walked until he sat down beside him.

Putting down the book, Zhao Dezhao saw that Chai Qingyun's eyebrows were not open, so he asked, "Yuer, you seem to have something to do?"

"Brother Dezhao, there is someone in Yuer's heart. I want to ask Brother Dezhao to make some ideas."

Hearing Chai Qingyun's words, Zhao Dezhao couldn't help but be interested. "Over the years, Defang and I have also recommended young heroes who are both literary and moral to Yuer, but none of them can get into your wisdom. I don't know whose young man is lucky this time and is looked down on by my Princess Jinhua of the Song Dynasty."

I ignored Zhao Dezhao's jokes. Chai Qingyun took a deep breath and said quietly, "Brother Dezhao, Yuer really belongs to her heart. He is Yang Jing."

Hearing the word 'Yang Jing', Zhao Dezhao couldn't help frowning slightly and unfolded for a moment. "Yang Jing is really talented. He is just the best person to be my son-in-law."

"But he is the only one in Yuer's heart."

Hearing this, Zhao Dezhao showed a trace of joy in his eyes, but then became meditative. "The official sent him to southern Fujian. It may not be three or five years, maybe longer. Yuer, you have to think clearly."

"I have made up my mind. In fact, I came to say goodbye to Brother Dezhao today."

Hearing this sentence, Zhao Dezhao was shocked and said, "Yuer, you are going..."

Seeing the firmness on Chai Qingyun's face, Zhao Dezhao, who knew her nature, could only nod, "Be careful about everything. I will handle it for you on the court."

Deep night, in the yard, the cups are held together.

"Brother Yanzhao, you will go to Minnan tomorrow. You and my brother, I don't know when we will meet..."

The words could not go on. Li Zhi drank the wine straight away. Xiang Minzhong and others were all reluctant to give up in their eyes. He Yu's eyes were red and there were faint tears.

This night, they were drunk and muttered drunk.

At dawn, Yang Yanzhao put the written letter in Wen Zhongshu's room. Among the few people, only Wen Zhongshu was old-fashioned and thoughtful. At the foot of the emperor, the water was extremely turbid. In his absence, he hoped that he could take care of the overall situation.

After thinking about it, he went back to the room, took the handwritten version of the 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms', which Bamei had been turned over for a long time, and put it in Wen Zhongshu's room, and left a note telling him to hand over the manuscript to Hong Chao.

Now Hong Chou is working beside Zhao Yuanzuo. Naturally, if he wants to get the appreciation of the future prince, he has to rely on some ingenious means.

When everything was sorted out, Yang Yanzhao and others were about to leave. After months of medical treatment, Wen Li was fine. Before leaving, Luo's daughter also opened a lot of prescriptions, which was enough for her to use for a year and a half. Thinking about it, the illness at that time was also recovered.

"Old lady, we're leaving now."

Yang Yanzhao said goodbye to Wen Li with a smile, and Ba Mei muttered a little lost, "Why didn't Brother Zhang get up to say goodbye to us?"

"I'm drunk. Naturally, I can't wake up. Let's go first."

Seven or eight carriages slowly drove out of the city. After the sound of the car was far away, the door in the courtyard could not help but be opened. Zhang Qian and others went out of the door one after another, looking at the more spacious yard than usual, and were silent.

Song Zhoucheng, 'Yunyan Pavilion', the old pimp was a little afraid. I don't know why the face of the host is so cold today. I can only secretly pray that I can't make no more wrong words, which makes the owner lose his temper.