"Father!"

"father….."

The two chasing brothers stopped immediately and saw the tall figure walking towards the corridor. The young man's eyes turned, dragging the paintings. Just as the brother bowed, he suddenly ran into the eaves of the corridor and met the man coming.

"father!"

He shouted obediently, and the young man hurriedly raised the painting in his hand. His body, which was not very tall, was straightened and showed the painting to his father.

"Dad, my brother got a painting. He wanted to recruit a tribute from Nanchen. If he didn't want to tell you, I'll snatch it!"

"You..."

The big hand was taking the scroll and handing it to the clan brother behind him. The man was less than forty years old and had a slightly white beard, but his aura was hard for ordinary people. He patted his son's head.

"Don't make things difficult for your brother, go and have fun."

Yang Guang said "Oh" and turned around obediently. Before leaving, he pulled the eye bags at his brother who was respectful, rolled his eyes, made a grimace, and ran away.

Looking at the running away brother, Yang Yong didn't feel good about the attack. Seeing Yang Jian coming, he called respectfully.

"Father."

"Don't recite poems and paintings all day long. There are so many things at home. Just share some of your mother's responsibility if you have nothing to do."

Yang Jian pressed his son's shoulder and whispered to the other person's ear.

"Now the Yang family is standing on a single tree. Whether to advance or retreat, you must also watch it carefully and learn. If you let your father see you wandering around with those literati who only know how to recite poems and ink, you will be forbidden to leave the house for half a year!"

"…..yes."

Yang Yong hurriedly lowered his head, and in the light of his light, the red-bottomed and black-collared official robe passed by the side. He waited until the footsteps left the corner of the eaves and breathed a sigh of relief.

I remembered that there was a group of scholars gathering in the side courtyard, and I hesitated for a moment and walked over there.

"Oh, it's just a pity that painting."

At the turning point of Langyuan, the two people who were moving forward one after another said that they would return to the main business.

"Now that the king has entered Beijing, how did your brother think?"

"How do you think? I originally put a Northern Zhou royal family to comfort these people's hearts, but you..."

"It's my fault."

Following Yang Jian, the man holding the scroll was holding a white patterned robe, a blue shirt, with a short chin and a slightly shaking, and said:

"The original plan was correct, but when I passed by, Yuwen Tuo had been taken away first, and no one knew about this... Alas, I can only say that the mechanism was completely calculated, but the sky was not proud of it."

While the two of them were walking, the maids and servants who passed by were retreating to both sides, not daring to look up.

"Haha, Yang Su, are you blaming the world?"

Yang Jian on the front stopped and swayed his jade pendant slightly around his waist. He looked at the courtyard view and looked slightly on his face.

"Listen, Xia Chan is about to start calling again."

Yang Su was stunned for a moment, then understood the meaning and nodded: "Brother wants those 'cicadas' to call first."

On a tree in the courtyard, the new cicada spread its wings and its abdomen shaking.

Know... Know...

"Yes, those kings of Northern Zhou came to Beijing and did not let them call first..."

Yang Jian bounced the crown belt hanging on his chest and shoulders, "...How to get rid of them? You won't lose a Yuwentuo, we'll just be this single-plank bridge, right? The lady said, this is the power of riding a tiger, yes, you can't get off if you ride on it!"

Yang Su behind her then smiled.

The two talked about some things later. When talking about Yang Guang and Yang Yong, they naturally mentioned the picture just now. Yang Su unfolded the painting. He was good at writing and had some understanding of painting. He could naturally see the depth of the painter.

In front of my brother, I praised him.

"No wonder the eldest son wanted to recruit him. This man painted a painting, which was different from others."

"So, Chudao also admires this painting scholar?"

Yang Su did not answer immediately, his eyes moved down, and the words falling below the scroll, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

"Brother, I'm afraid this person should be careful. Lu Liangsheng... When he went to Heliangzhou for his brother, he heard this person's name and angrily smashed Emperor Nanchen's Chengyun Palace. It was a magician."

Hearing this, Yang Jian finally became a little interested. He took the scroll with a smile, and asked while looking:

"How is that compared to Chudao?"

"Haha, what are you talking about, brother..."

Yang Su smiled, and the words in her mouth also had a slight ignorance.

"You have to compare before you know."

On the other side, Yang Jian, who was not very interested in calligraphy and painting, handed over the scroll, and seemed not caring about the tone of his clan brother. He waved his hand and asked him to follow and go to the study.

"It's just a scholar who spreads rumors and may be exaggerated. Instead of exploring everywhere to find the whereabouts of the other party, it's better to do what you and me are doing right now."

After his words paused, he looked serious, swept over the guards guarding the study and turned his head to look into the room.

"Shude, can you come back?"

The guards on both sides bowed their heads, and one of them replied: "Li Yuan came here once today, saying it was a leisure vacation and wanted to take a two-day rest."

"This kid."

Yang Jian snorted, not angry, and asked the guard to open the door and walk in. The study was spotless. The bookshelf, the long desk, the books, the pens, ink, paper and ink were neatly arranged. It was obvious that the other party had cleaned the place once when he left.

"Forget it, let him go."

He smiled and continued to talk about political affairs with his clan brothers.

Know….

...know...know....know...

The summer cicadas roared outside the window one after another. Lu Liangsheng, whom they mentioned before, was hundreds of miles west of Chang'an.

The brown and yellow mountains mixed with green fields stretch.

Know...know...know...

The cicadas were chirping in the distance, Lu Liangsheng sat in the array eyes with the sunlight under the light, silently chanting the righteous way of the universe, and sweat beads hung on the forehead, wetting the drooping temples and tightly pressing them against his forehead.

The four corners of the formation, the gold that burns fire, has lost most of its color; the tree that has no roots and blooms gradually withered; the water that is slowly cold has become warm; the soil that has formed beads turns white.

The linked formation pattern, the scholar could feel that it was different from the accumulation of cultivation. On the contrary, it was a natural-derived feeling of convergence. It seemed calm, but in fact it formed a unique vortex in his body. Judging from his previous introspective experience when He Liangzhou was in the past.

What I saw was a nebula slowly forming, and then slowly turning, as if it was nurturing something.

...

"Master Toad, when will the young master sit?"

Nie Honglian held up the "pallet fan" woven by the branches and shook it gently. On the side, the toad Taoist lying on the stone comfortably scratched his itchy cheeks, and stammered his mouth like a dream, hugged his double webbeds and turned to the other side.

He opened a toad eye and looked at it, then closed it again.

"At least two days, at most four or five days, this is just the basis for knotting the golden elixir for him. Whether he can forge the golden elixir in the future depends on his luck."

Listening to the cicada, the toad Taoist stretched out his limbs, the frog webbings stretched out and stretched out, and he yawned a long yawn.

"I only do that."

The breeze was gentle, bringing coolness. The old donkey, who was eating grass, occasionally raised his head, twisted his hips hard, and stuck out his tongue and licked it a few times.
Chapter completed!