Wu Zetian once said: I am now a sect and a foreign family, and I often serve as the prime minister alone.

This 'one person' is Yang Zhirou.

However, Yang Zhirou is in poor health and has not entered the government since she fell ill and recuperated three years ago.

Yang Chenglie did not answer Yang Zhirou's words, but asked the two of them to sit down. Qingfeng brought the fruits and vegetables next to him, and then left the room.

Yang Zhirou looked at Yang Chenglie and sighed after a while.

"Wenxuan, you are still the stubborn temper you used to be."

He whispered: "You caused such a big disaster back then, and the saint relied on Wu Chengsi very much. How would you choose if you want your father?

At that time, people were dying every day, and even the emperor was in danger of peace.

My father did that, and he had to do it. After you left, my father missed you very much. On several occasions, he wanted to call you back, but due to the great opposition among the clan, he had to leave it alone in the end."

Yang Chenglie lowered his head and said nothing for a long time.

After a while, he sighed and said softly: "Brother Qi, what do you mean by saying anything."

"You are really..."

"The past is over, and my father and I have never blamed the third uncle. If it weren't for the tribe's efforts and the county magistrate of Changping for me, I'm afraid my family would not know where to wander. I should not mention the right and wrong of the past. I did not hold a grudge, including my father's death, and I didn't blame anything. Brother Qi didn't have to worry about it."

When Yang Zhirou heard this, she smiled on her face.

He pondered for a while, turned his head and looked at Yang Zhiyi again.

Yang Zhiyi is also a disciple of Guanwangfang, but he is not Yang Xu's lineage.

He belonged to Yang Xu's younger brother Yang Yan's lineage, and his father Yang Sixuan was appointed as the Minister of Personnel during the reign of Emperor Gaozong of Tang Dynasty and was the Minister of the Imperial College.

"I feel relieved when I say so.

More than ten years have passed. Everything has passed. Now that the saint summoned Wenxuan, he must not pursue the matters back then. I came today, and I want to ask Wenxuan. Are you willing to return to the Hongnong Yang clan again?"

"ah?"

Yang Zhiyi said one by one: "Brother Nineteenth, the saints now value the children of aristocratic families, and each family is also working hard to restore the glory of the past.

Since the passing of Duke Yingchuan, my Yang family has no one who can control the literary world.

The son of the 19th Brother, Yang Qingzhi, made a big splash at the General Immortal Association. He became famous in the two capitals and could fill the current vacancy of my Yang family. The elders of the family also agreed with this and hoped that the 19th Brother can return to Hongnong with Yang Qingzhi and shine on his family's lintel."

Sure enough, it was because of Yang Shouwen.

Yang Chenglie felt very excited, but his face seemed very calm.

"Can the expelled person go back?"

"Haha, what's wrong? As long as you can make enough contributions, returning to the Yang family is not a difficult task."

"contribute?"

Yang Chenglie accurately captured the most critical words in Yang Zhirou's words, and his eyes narrowed. He looked at Yang Zhiruo and said, "But I don't know what contribution it is?"

When Yang Zhiyi heard this, he closed his mouth.

Yang Zhirou hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "I have a son named Yang Jun. I believe Wenxuan still remembers it. He is now a junior and has decided to participate in the imperial examination next year, and is very confident to pass the exam. I need Qingzhi to help him. If Yang Jun stands firmly in the court, Qingzhi echoes him in the literary world, and Thirty-seven Lang helps him in the court, then Yang's family is ready to revive. I know that this may be aggrieved Qingzhi, but it is also for my Yang family."

oh!

Yang Chenglie understood.

Is it that I plan to let my son be a stepping stone for your son?

The so-called "Yang Shouwen is echoing in the literary world outside" actually means that Yang Shouwen is a horse-boy for Yang Jun and a younger brother.

Yang Chenglie's eyes suddenly narrowed into a line.

"After my father's death, his greatest wish was to return to the family tree."

Hearing Yang Chenglie's words, Yang Zhirou raised her lips slightly and smiled on her face.

"But my father loved the most during his lifetime.

At that time, Yizi was still confused and his mind was not very clear, but his father didn't want him to suffer any hardship or a little grievance."

When Yang Chenglie said this, he slowly stood up regardless of the change in Yang Zhirou's face.

“I have never given him any help to achieve my son today.

When he followed his father, I lacked care for him and felt ashamed whenever he thought about it. His success and fame are now based on his own talent and my wife's teachings for more than ten years. Brother Qi asked me to persuade him to echo others? I can't speak this. Moreover, Yizi is strong and stubborn than me, and is even more unlikely to agree.

As for whether I can return to the Yang family, one year earlier, maybe I still have some expectations.

But now, I am discouraged and can’t go back, so I’ll leave it to fate. If I can’t go back to the Yang family…haha, then forget it.”

Do you want my son to be a green leaf for your son? It also depends on whether he has the ability.

I am strong if I have no desires, and my son will not care about the lintel of the Yang family. In fact, it doesn’t matter if you let us return to the genealogy. My surname is Yang and my son’s surname is Yang. We are always the only bloodline in Jingwufang.

Yang Zhirou's cheeks twitched slightly, and after a while, she forced a smile and said, "What Wenxuan said makes sense.

But this is what the elders in the clan mean. After all, Yang has been in decline and has not had much power in his hands to support Qingzhi.”

“Hahaha, if that’s the case, what’s the difference between whether to return or not?

If my son has real talent and knowledge, he will not need family support; if he is a fool, a waste who cannot be put on the table, even if he has his family's possession, his achievements will be limited. I really don't care about this, so Brother Qi doesn't need to say anything more."

You say that your Yang family has a deep foundation, but since Yang Jiong, that is, Yang Yingchuan, the influence of Yang's family in Shilin has become lower and lower. My son does not need your help and has already been named a banished immortal. Why do you need your help?

Yang Zhirou's face turned gloomy.

He looked at Yang Chenglie and stood up after a while: "Since that's the case, then I'll go back and report the meaning of the propaganda to the elders in the clan."

"I'm not far away."

Yang Zhirou left with her sleeves, and Yang Zhi hurriedly followed him.

Yang Chenglie walked out of the wing room, looked at the backs of the two, and suddenly snorted coldly, with a layer of haze covering his face.

That's right, I really want to return to the Yang family.

But I can't imagine if I want my son's future to exchange with you!

What's more, do I need the help of your Yang family?

When Yang Chenglie thought of this, he couldn't help but sneer.

He stepped into the pavilion and sat on the futon for a moment. He was about to get up, but he saw Qingfeng running over again.

"Mr. Yang, the man just now is here again."

Yang Chenglie originally planned to go to the abbot of Qingniu Palace to talk about two games, but when he heard Qingfeng's words, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Why, then Yang Zhirou still doesn’t give up?

I said everything to that point, what's the point of his return? (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!