After a good meal and wine, the remaining banquets were removed.
Yin Xi smiled and said: "Prefect Yang, let the young people play, how about you and I talk about a game."
Yang Quanqi readily agreed and said to Yang Anshen and others: "You can go and enjoy yourself and don't cause trouble."
Everyone walked down the hall, mostly young men with weak heads, and the conversation soon became heated.
First, Cen Minghu, the fourth son of Cen Na, took Yang Anyuan on horseback hunting, and then Yang Anshen was invited by Deng Chong, the third son of Deng Jing, to go hunting for plum blossoms. After more than twenty people left, only two men in their thirties were left to face Yang Anxuan.
Yang Anxuan secretly laughed to himself. It seemed that he had no hair on his lips and was being teased. As a minor, he was far less popular than his two brothers. The three children knew that surrounding him was useless, leaving only two people to look after him.
Snow fell from the sky, and Yin Huaqing stamped his feet and said with a dry smile: "Third Young Master, why don't we go to the village and look around."
Yang Anxuan shrugged, with a clear smile on his lips, and said, "Thank you, both of you."
Although no one deliberately arranged the situation before him, there was something mysterious about it, and Yang Anxuan knew it well.
Before coming, my father told his eldest brother and second brother to make good friends with the children of the three families and to recruit useful talents to help him. Since he was not yet an adult, his father only asked him to adapt to circumstances and made no arrangements.
During the dinner, my father promised the positions of military prince and secretary. The three families of Yin, Deng and Cen must have reached a tacit understanding. The military prince should be Cen Minghu, and as for the secretary, it is no surprise that it is Deng Chong.
But the Yin family, as landlords, is willing to make wedding clothes for others. Is the relationship between the three families so good?
As Yin's eldest grandson, Yin Dun did not go out with others, but stayed by his grandfather's side.
He ordered people to move the chess turret, serve tea, and burn sandalwood.
The chessboard began to fall, and Yin Xi waved his hand and said: "Dun'er, you go outside to greet the guests. You are not needed here."
Yin Dun saluted and excused himself, and came out of the meeting hall. Standing on the dock building, he happened to catch a glimpse of the faint smile on Yang Anxuan's face, and couldn't help but rub his eyes.
He had seen the gentle and calm smile on his grandfather's face. How could it appear on the face of a fifteen-year-old boy with an open-mindedness after seeing through the world.
Quickly going downstairs and catching up with Yang Anxuan and the others, Yin Dun smiled at Yin Huaqing and said, "Fifth uncle, go and do your work. I'll greet Young Master Xuan."
Yin Huaqing felt relieved, nodded to Yang Anxuan, turned around and left. He is a concubine, and although he is an uncle, his status is far inferior to that of his nephew. Yin Qinghua is really helpless when he entertains underage teenagers with a smile at his age.
The snow began to fall in large areas, and in an instant the ground was covered with a thin layer. Yin Dun smiled and said: "Third Young Master, the snow is a bit heavy, why don't we go to the waterside pavilion to enjoy the snow and go fishing."
Wearing a green robe with a Ge scarf and wide sleeves fluttering when walking, the Yin Dun becomes more and more windy and jade-like. Yang Anxuan followed him slowly, feeling a little strange in his heart as to why the Yin eldest grandson was willing to spend time on himself when he should be accompanying his eldest brother.
The bluestone corridor was about three feet wide, and the two of them were chatting and laughing side by side. After walking west for a while, they saw cornices rising from the snow, and a clear pool of water appeared in their eyes.
The waterside pavilion is like a lotus flower waiting to be released. Leaning into the pool, it stands tall and graceful, making people lovable.
There are red plums planted on the bank of the pond, blooming proudly of the snow, with a fragrance that penetrates your bones.
Yang Anxuan stopped and smelled the fragrance of the flowers. He recalled his wife and daughter admiring the plum blossoms in Bahu in his previous life, and he felt crazy.
A wisp of flute sound suddenly rose up, penetrating the heaven and earth, and reaching straight into the heart.
The stagnant breath in Yang Anxuan's body became like rolling beads and jumped happily with the sound of the flute. The spring splashed and the pearls and jade jingled. The world seemed to be soaked in the clear and clear flute sound, becoming distant and ethereal.
There was a lingering sound, and the snow fell silently. Yang Anxuan stretched out his hand and patted the tree, and the snow fell down, dripping coldly on his face and rolled down his cheeks.
The faint sound of the flute seemed to have traveled through thousands of years. Yang Anxuanhun didn't know that his breath was wandering around just now, and he almost went crazy. Unintentionally a blessing in disguise, I shook my body with the sound of the flute, escaped from the old things, and felt at ease.
Yin Dun did not pay attention to Yang Anxuan, but looked at the waterside pavilion by the pool with vague eyes, and whispered with complicated emotions: "It's my sister Huizhen who is playing the flute."
In the 16th year of Taiyuan, Yin Dun was designated as the fifth grade, and the Yin family opened an ancestral hall to worship their ancestors. The sixteen-year-old Yin Dun learned the family secrets from his grandfather: Zhenren Fan said that the fifth sister was precious beyond words, and his grandfather and father began to He planned to marry his fifth sister to Prince Sima Dezong.
His father's friend Qi was an official in Jiankang. He was originally Guanglu Xunyilang. He bribed Wang Guobao and was promoted to Prince Zhongsheren five years ago. For several years in Beijing, his father spent countless money on establishing relationships, with the goal of allowing the fifth sister to enter the East Palace.
The prince is already twelve years old, and according to the regulations, he will move to the East Palace when he reaches the age of fourteen. After moving to the East Palace, the prince began to prepare for the establishment of a concubine. Soon the court's decree to select a concubine for the prince was issued to the prefecture and county.
There are rumors in Beijing that the emperor is interested in the late Zhongshu Ling Wang Xianzhi's Queen Shen'ai, who is the daughter of Wang Xianzhi and Princess Xin'an. Zhongshu Ling Wang Guobao is also moving around, trying to make his daughter a princess.
The Yin family would definitely not be able to compete with these people, but what the Yin family wanted was not the crown prince, but the position of the crown prince's side concubine, concubine, or even concubine, concubine, or concubine.
Yin Huizhen is as beautiful as a fairy and as smart as ice and snow. The three generations of the Yin family firmly believe that as long as Yin Huizhen can enter the palace, she will be favored by the prince.
I learned from my father's secret letter that Prince Sima Dezong was very stupid and couldn't speak clearly. He couldn't even tell the difference between winter and summer. Yin Dun felt a dull pain in his heart when he thought of his sister marrying such a person for the sake of the family.
The waterside pavilion has a protruding revetment, with pillars on the water, red columns and white walls, windows on all sides, and light upturned corners of the four eaves, making the air clear and unobstructed.
A copper bell hangs at the sharp corner, its ringing sound is crisp and playful in the wind and snow.
Yang Anxuan followed Yin Dun into the waterside pavilion and saw a man dressed in red fur sitting on a goose-neck chair facing the water. His skin was as good as snow and his eyes were as clear as water, like a fairy child descending from the earth. Next to Hongqiu stood a maid in white, holding a flute, which she should have used just now.
Seeing Yin Dun enter, the girl in red fur stood up, with a smile on her cheeks, and said in a crisp voice: "Brother, you are here."
Seeing Yang Anxuan, the girl said happily, "I have met the young master."
The girl was taller than Qiu'er, with a bright and charming appearance, and her eyes were black and bright, shining like pearls. Yang Anxuan sighed in his heart that only such a beautiful woman could play the ethereal flute music.
Just now, the sound of the flute relieved him of his inner demons. Yang Anxuan was grateful and said with a smile: "The young lady is beautiful and radiant. She is really a white loser and a beautiful woman."
Upon hearing the compliment, Yin Huizhen's bright eyes glanced at Yang Anxuan's face, her cheeks turned red, and she became more and more charming.
He bowed his head and bowed again, and hurried away with the maid, like a frightened deer, leaving a series of panicked footprints in the snow.
Yin Dun murmured softly, "The snow is white when you lose, and the plum blossoms are fragrant." He put on his clothes and bowed to Yang Anxuan solemnly, saying, "Yin Dun thanked the third young master for making his sister-in-law famous."
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As the night grew darker, people dispersed at the table, and the noise in the Wubao fell silent. Yang Quanqi and others were placed in the guest room to rest, and the lights gradually dimmed.
The main room on the right side of the meeting hall is Yin Xi's residence. Two lanterns and trees illuminate the room brightly, making Yin Xi's white beard turn red.
Yin Xi was leaning on the brocade couch on the east side, wearing a green quilt. He looked at the descendants sitting around the couch and said with a smile: "You guys played with the three sons of the Yang family during the day. What do you think?"
The five or six sons who could stay in the house were all the younger generations who were valued by Yin Xi. Although Deng Chong and Cen Minghu were the ones accompanying them during the day, these people followed and watched carefully.
Yin Cheng is Yin Xi's nephew. He is the senior among these people. He is the first to speak: "I followed Deng Chong and went to Fushan with Yang Anshen to appreciate the plum blossoms. Yang Anshen behaved elegantly and had a very good demeanor. He talked about ancient theories and modern theories. There is something; he wrote "Plum Blossoms" in a mountain pavilion, and there are beautiful lines like "The solitary talent competes with pride, the outstanding talent has brilliant hair; the texture is icy, and the dry skin is iron-bent." He is indeed a handsome and outstanding talent."
Yin Xi leaned back on the pillow, changed into a comfortable position, and said: "The Yang family of Hongnong has a profound heritage and has been famous for seven generations. Since Yang Liang started to abandon literature and pursue martial arts, the legacy of his ancestors is still there. Yang Anshen As the eldest son of Yang Quanqi, he has a strong family background, so it’s not surprising that he has some skills.”
Looking at Yin Ji who was writhing restlessly on the outside, Yin Xi smiled and scolded: "Little monkey, you went hunting with the Cen family boys and brought back a few rabbits, but it ruined your reputation. Tell me, Yang Anyuan How about riding and shooting?”
Yin Ji is Yin Dun's younger brother. He is sixteen years old. He likes to ride horses and shoot arrows. He trains the village men of the clan and makes him sleepy when he is asked to study. Yin Xi also liked him and once joked that one of his grandchildren was civilized and the other military, so he could build a family business with both.
"Yang Anyuan's excellent riding and shooting is really impressive." Yin Ji praised.
Yin Xi teased: "Hey, it's rare for you to praise someone. It seems that Yang An is far more powerful than you."
On weekdays, Yin Jihao competes with Cen Minghu. They both claim that they are the heroes of the younger generation in Xinye County. Neither of them obeys the other.
"He is indeed better than me," Yin Ji said in admiration: "Yang Anyuan shot five arrows in total, and all of them hit the running rabbit. The most rare thing is that the arrow penetrated the eye and entered the brain. Cen Minghu and I couldn't do that."
Yin Xi said with an moved face: "The Yang family has been fighting for fame on the battlefield since Yang Liang, which is a wise approach in these troubled times. Yang An will be appointed as the head of the Sima Mansion in Xiangyang in the next year. It seems that the Yang family army will fall into the hands of Yang Anyuan. Son, you always like to compete with Minghu, this military prince might as well compete with you."
"When Yang Anyuan drew back his bow, he made a bold statement, 'The horse is flying in the wind and the string is frightened, and the husband is wielding his sword to gain fame.' I saw that Cen Minghu's eyes were shining. If any woman wanted to marry him," Yin Ji said sarcastically, Little did he know that his eyes were also shining brightly under the light.
"I'm afraid you won't be much better, you hozen." Yin Xi scolded with a smile, turned to look at Yin Dun who was standing by the couch and said, "You are with Yang Anxuan, how is the third son of the Yang family like him?"
Yin Dun pondered again and again and said, "Grandpa, I don't know how deep this person is. My grandson can't see through him."
"Oh," Yin Xi said in surprise. His grandson had been carefully trained by him since he was a child. His treatment of people and things was at least 70% as good as his own, but he couldn't see through Yang Anxuan.
Yin Xi opened the green quilt, sat up straight, and said to Yin Dun, "Please tell me carefully."
Yang Anxuan's smile appeared in front of his eyes, and Yin Dun recalled: "This son's speech and behavior are not like those of a young man. My grandson feels like he is getting along with his grandfather... When he saw Zhen'er, his eyes were clear and full of pity. It was more like an elder looking at a younger generation... …”
Yin Xi stroked his beard and listened quietly. When he heard "Xue loses three points white, Mei Xun smells fragrant", he laughed loudly and said: "With this wonderful saying, great things can be expected. You let the children of the clan spread it, and for Zhen's sake Make your son famous."
"The three sons of the Yang family are all outstanding. I am worthy of my donation of food and money. Dun'er, tomorrow Governor Yang will return to the city. You will escort the supplies and follow him. Find an opportunity to get close to Yang Anxuan and explore his background for future needs." Yin Xi commanded.
Yin Dun nodded in agreement.
