Chapter 1 Storm in Luoyang
In the eighteenth year of Taiyuan of the Eastern Jin Dynasty (AD 393), Luoyang.
Xuanyang Gate, the south gate of Luoyang City, is tall and majestic.
The city gate is covered with arrow marks, telling the past of the war. The arrow tower is towering, overlooking the front, and the cornices cut through the sky, like an eagle spreading its wings. A few clumps of wild grass grow strongly in the hollows of the wall, facing the sun.
Tongtuo Street connects Xuanyang Gate and Changhe Gate of the Imperial Palace, and separates Luoyang City from it. It was named after a pair of bronze camels placed outside the Changhe Gate of the palace during the reign of Emperor Wei Ming.
The street is thirteen feet wide, with one main lane, two auxiliary lanes, and three lanes, which can accommodate twenty carriages. There were government offices and temples on both sides of the street. Shops were lined up in rows, and merchants gathered there. It was the most prosperous avenue in Luoyang, and it was extremely prosperous.
The prosperity of the past has long since faded into smoke, the palace has become a ruin, the bronze camels outside the closed doors have disappeared, and many buildings in the city are in dilapidated condition. Only the tall Yongning Temple Tower stands still, watching the changes in the wind and rain indifferently.
Opposite Yongning Temple was originally Situ's Mansion. In the ninth year of Taiyuan (384), Jingzhou Governor Huan Shi's Ministry of Civil Affairs recaptured Gaomao from Luoyang and changed it into the Prefect's Mansion. Currently, the owner of this General's Mansion is General Long Xiang, Yang Quanqi, the governor of Henan.
Yang Quanqi was born in the Yang family of Hongnong. He served in the military government when he was young. He was resolute and brave, and made many military exploits. In the 14th year of Taiyuan, he guarded Luoyang as General Guangwei and Governor of Henan. He fought many battles with the soldiers of the former Qin Dynasty and was tired of fighting. All are successful, and he is promoted to General Long Xiang.
Three days ago, Yang Quanqi received a battle report that Yang Fosong, the captain of the Di Guards School, led 3,000 households north to defect to the Later Qin Dynasty. He immediately led 5,000 troops to pursue them. His eldest brother Yang Guang was in charge of Luoyang to dispatch military supplies.
There was fighting in the front, money and food in the rear, and the government office was busy. The front office and the back house are not peaceful either.
There is a small courtyard in the northeast corner of the back house, with three main rooms and four side rooms in the east wing.
A group of maids stood under the eaves in front of the steps, lowering their heads and holding their breath, and sobbing could be heard from time to time in the room.
There was a low couch in the middle of the room. Lying on the couch was a young man. He was covered with a green quilt and his face was red. He twitched from time to time and muttered something indistinctly.
A woman in a hazel-colored skirt stood in front of the couch, wiping her tears with her sleeves, her steps swaying in her bun.
There was an old man in gray robe sitting on the low post in front of the couch. He closed his eyes slightly, twirled his beard with one hand, and cut the young man's Cunkou pulse with the other hand, quietly diagnosing the pulse.
Seeing the old man's hand moving away from the young man's wrist, the woman asked urgently: "Doctor Tao, how is Xuan'er?"
The old man stretched out his hand to pluck his beard, and said after careful consideration: "The third son's pulse seems to be subdued, and his body is hot and convulsing. It must be that he was frightened after falling into a mountain stream, and he felt damp and cold air, and evil wind entered his body. This is a convulsion syndrome." .”
"Doctor Tao must save my Xuan'er." The woman choked with tears streaming down her face.
Tao Sheng stood up, frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Madam, don't be anxious. I will prescribe a prescription to soothe the nerves and clear away the heat. Decoction it and take it three times a day. As long as the high fever can subside, it will be fine."
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The bitter concoction flowed down his throat, and he felt his turbulent mind calm down. A low cry came from his ears, and Yang Anxuan managed to open his eyes.
Under the light blue gauze curtain, I turned my eyes and saw a woman sitting next to her with her head bowed and wiping tears. Her face was haggard, and she seemed very familiar. An exclamation came from the other side: "Mom, brother opened his eyes."
It was Qiu'er. An idea popped into his head, and countless complicated memories came out again. Yang Anxuan rolled his eyes and fainted again.
He was dizzy and woke up from time to time, as if he was in a nightmare. The bitter medicine finally took effect, the high fever gradually subsided, and Yang Anxuan slowly woke up.
The silk scarf gently wiped the medicine stains from the corners of Yang Anxuan's mouth, and Yuan handed the medicine bowl to the maid beside her.
Yang Qiu lay on the side of the couch, raised his head and said to Yang Anxuan, who was leaning on the pillow: "Third brother, you are finally awake. If you don't behave well, mother will cry to death."
"Qiu'er, don't talk nonsense." Mrs. Yuan gently tucked the quilt for him and said softly: "Xuan'er, you have a good rest. Mom will come see you later."
Yang Anxuan closed his eyes weakly, listening to the soft footsteps gradually disappearing, and the room became quiet.
Lying on the couch, Yang Anxuan showed a wry smile. These days, he used his intermittent waking hours to piece together the whole story and traveled through time himself.
In his previous life, he was an archaeologist. Because he neglected his family all year round, his wife divorced him with their daughter.
In order to make up for his debt to his daughter financially, he worked hard to earn money. He was thrown into a deep pool by gangsters because he prevented a tomb robber. When he was dying, he saw a little light at the bottom of the deep pool, and his consciousness traveled to this body with this light.
The same name was Yang Anxuan, but he was Zhuangzhou Mengdie. In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, he became Yang Anxuan, the third son of General Longxiang and Governor of Henan Yang Quanqi.
When Yang Anxuan was hunting, his horse lost its front hoof and fell into a cliff, and he occupied the magpie's nest. Yang Anxuan showed a wry smile. He came from a famous family and was the son of a general, so he had a good body.
There is no record of Yang Anxuan in the history books, but Yang Quanqi has a few lines of writing in the history of Qing Dynasty. The Hongnong Yang family is even more famous. The Yang family has the reputation of "four generations and three nobles" and "seven generations of famous virtues". It was the top in the Han Dynasty and even the Western Jin Dynasty. of a distinguished family.
Unfortunately, during the Yongjia Rebellion, the Yang family of Hongnong did not go south with the royal family. The opportunity for marriage and officialdom was missed, and they were suppressed by the family. When it came to grade, they were only classified as the fourth grade, and they were reduced to a second-class family.
The sound of brisk footsteps came closer and closer, it was Qiu'er who was back. The little girl is his fifth sister, and she has been chattering in her ears these past few days, making her restless.
"Third brother, third brother." Yang Anxuan opened his eyes and saw two little buns shaking, "Brother, daddy is back."
Yang Qiu was only eight years old. He stood up on tiptoes diligently, brought the rice cake in his hand to Yang Anxuan, and said, "Brother, do you want to eat it?"
Yang Anxuan felt warm in his heart. In the past few days, his mother, Yuan Shi, had been looking after him untiedly. His fifth sister, Yang Qiu, kept chattering. Many of the information in his mind were awakened by the little girl's murmurs.
Yang Anxuan was full of gratitude to the Yuan family, but the voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't scream. On the contrary, Yang Qiu, although she was a girl, was like a daughter in Yang Anxuan's heart.
Yang Anxuan shook his head and asked in a hoarse voice: "How do you know?"
"Mom and Aunt Dong went to greet you." Yang Qiu took a bite of the rice cake in his hand, sighed like a young adult, and said, "Brother, dad is going to scold you again."
Yang Quanqi had three sons and two daughters. The eldest son Yang Anshen, the third son Yang Anxuan and the fifth daughter Yang Qiu were born to the Yuan family. The second son Yang Anyuan and the fourth daughter Yang Li were born to the concubine Dong.
The Yuan family was born in the Yuan family in Runan. The Yang family and the Yuan family were family friends. The Yuan Shao brothers were defeated in the troubled times. The Yuan family in Runan declined, but the marriage between the Yang and Yuan families remained.
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To the southwest of Yang Anxuan's residence, there is a small courtyard of the same shape. The courtyard is surrounded by green bamboo paths and the corridors are clean. On the other side is a rockery and a shallow pool. Several clusters of chrysanthemums are blooming in yellow and white, making the courtyard full of vitality.
The beauty in yellow dress walked slowly on the corridor, her long skirt lingering on the floor, making her graceful. The maid lifted up the bamboo curtain, and the girl in yellow came in with her head held high. She entered the room and waved the maid away.
A girl with pretty features was sitting in front of her, playing the zither attentively. The music was crisp, elegant, and pleasant to the ear.
The girl in yellow shirt stood by the door and listened quietly. After the song was played, she said, "Li'er, this song "Chaoyang Song" is cheerful and smooth. It has been refined to its essence. You might as well play it with your father when he comes." "
Yang Li put his hands on the mat, leaned over and said, "I've met my mother. Are my father and brother okay?"
Dong responded: "Everything is fine."
After a pause in his tone, a trace of worry flashed in Dong's eyes, and he said solemnly: "However, your father lost the battle this time."
"Ah." Yang Li exhaled softly, straightened up and looked at her mother blankly. I had the impression that my father would win every battle, so how could he lose the battle? I heard that those barbarians killed people without blinking an eye. Did my father and brother get hurt?
Mrs. Dong frowned lightly and said, "I told you that your father and your brother are fine. Why are you making such a fuss?"
With her long skirt flowing, Mrs. Dong came to the Buddhist niche and lit three sticks of incense. She bowed three times and softly prayed: "Buddha bless my son to be safe and sound, and to successfully inherit the family business."
After bowing again and inserting the incense into the stove, Mrs. Dong came to the banquet and sat down. She carefully straightened her skirt and stretched out her hand to lightly stroke the strings of the zither. The sound of the zither fell back into the room.
"Yang An loves literature and hates martial arts, and it is difficult to achieve great things. Yang Anxuan is a playboy who only knows how to have fun. Only my son An Yuan Xiao will inherit the Yang family's family business in the future." Dong murmured.
Yang Li frowned slightly. She didn't know how many times she had heard her mother's thoughts. Let's start with the rise and fall of the Dong family. She lamented that she was beautiful and talented, but because of her status as a concubine, she could only marry as a concubine. If no one interrupted, , at least it takes two sticks of incense.
"...I will never let you be a concubine like my mother and be despised... As long as your brother inherits the Yang family business, who dares to despise my mother and daughter? Then you can also be the main wife..."
In the Boshan stove, the cigarette smoke was misty. Yang Li's eyes followed the drifting cigarette smoke, thoughtfully and in a wandering world.
In the lobby of the Prefect's Mansion, everyone has been discussing for more than an hour, including strengthening defense, providing post-war pensions, and reporting to the court, all of which are complicated.
Yang Quanqi sat in the middle, his face as sinking as water. This time he was chasing Yang Fosong and was defeated near Tongguan. He was about to capture him. Unexpectedly, Qin Yao Chong arrived with his army and rushed to fight. Qingqi broke through the defense line. Nanyang Governor and Ningshuo General Zhao Mu fought. Death, nearly a thousand soldiers were defeated.
Kuaiji King Sima Daozi and Zhongshu Ling Wang Guobao have always been at odds with themselves, and they will definitely take advantage of this defeat to cause trouble. The title of General Longxiang may not be preserved.
Thinking of the great hatred of the Yang family, Yang Quanqi's brows furrowed even more. Because it was too late to cross the river, the rank was only rated as the fourth rank. My father made many military exploits throughout his life, and ended up as the governor of Liangzhou. He sat in Luoyang, defeated Hu soldiers many times, and was awarded the title of General Longxiang. He really hoped that he would be able to advance to the next level with his military exploits. Building, to help Yang Jiajin improve his body, a defeat may make years of hard work go to waste.
Picking up the pottery bowl on the table and taking a sip of the soup, Yang Quanqi moistened his throat and said tiredly: "Everyone performs his or her duties, don't slack off. It's getting late, so let's all disperse. Brother, follow me."
After getting up and walking around the lobby, Yang Quanqi and Yang Guang came to the inner hall at the back. The two of them chatted for a while about the war with their thoughts in mind. Yang Quanqi asked: "Brother, is everything going on at home?"
Yang Guang pondered for a moment and said: "It's nothing serious. It's just that An Xuan fell into a deep pool while going hunting and became seriously ill and almost died."
"You traitor," Yang Quanqi slapped the table heavily and scolded, "You can worry less if you die."
