"This tea smells good."
Mr. Yang slapped his lips and praised.
Yang Shu looked at him and said in a sad tone, "Grandpa, Wulu is just an outsider. Do you really want to punish me for him?"
"Uncle Pang, please plead for me!" Yang Shu shouted.
"Old Pang, don't you say a few words?"
Mr. Yang glanced at Pang Qi who was standing aside.
"Marshal, the prince deserves it. I'll find you a better iron rod." Pang Qi said seriously.
"Grandpa, he was the one who gave the medicine!"
Pang Qi was unkind, Yang Shu took a bite directly.
Mr. Yang raised his eyebrows, "Old Pang, what do you think?"
"Marshal, the prince is talking nonsense! I am loyal to you, and I will not do anything to harm you even if I die." Pang Qi said firmly.
Mr. Yang sipped his tea and said nothing, just watching the two of them holding each other's shit basins.
Shu'er was closer to Pang Qi than him, and the two of them became colluding at some point.
Pang Qi was loyal to him, but his heart was already biased towards Xiao Zai Zi. With a word from the other side, he immediately helped.
I don't know how Shu'er coaxed him, but Lao Pang actually let him do whatever he wanted without stopping him at all.
"Grandpa, just go back to the house." Yang Shu sniffed, "I was wrong. I will not make my own decision next time. I will definitely discuss it with you."
Mr. Yang spoke leisurely, "I missed one sentence: What I said must be irony."
"Let's get some sun on it."
"Grandpa!" Yang Shu's voice was pitiful.
But no matter how he pretended to be pitiful, Mr. Yang didn't leave until it got dark before he got up.
"That's it for today."
Leading the people, Mr. Yang returned to Qixia Courtyard.
"Marshal." Ponzi's lips moved.
Mr. Yang didn't look at him and looked into the distance, "Shu'er has grown up and her wings have hardened. I can no longer hold her down."
"There is no way to punish me. It's just that I feel unhappy today."
"He is proud of himself a few times. You should keep an eye on him and don't let him get too carried away."
"There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. If he plots against others, he will be plotted by others."
"My heart is too big." Mr. Yang sighed.
"I will keep an eye on it." Pang Qi knew what the marshal was worried about. It was simply that he was too scheming and could not support it, but he insisted on going his own way, regardless of the consequences.
Nodding, Mr. Yang walked into the room.
He and Shu'er have different ideas, so they are destined to be unable to accompany him.
At this moment, if Mr. Yang doesn't know what Yang Shu wants to do, all these years will be in vain.
"Slow down." Lu Yun patted Yang Shu's back.
After swallowing the rice, Yang Shu breathed a long sigh of relief, rubbed his eyebrows, and said helplessly: "The old man has no ambitions."
"If I weren't his grandson, I'm afraid I would be rejected by him."
"He doesn't like people who are too scheming and too ambitious."
Lu Yun held his hand, "Grandpa Chicheng, not all Chicheng can have good results."
"His persistence may not be wrong, but my husband must be right."
"The emperor is so stupid that someone has to step forward and open a way to survive."
"With my husband's ability, the turmoil caused will definitely be less than that of the Guo family."
Yang Shu's heart warmed and he held Lu Yun in his arms, "With your words, that's enough."
"People can't expect everything to go as they wish." Yang Shu smiled, "If the old man is like me, it won't be my turn to rebel."
"Go for a walk in the garden? I've been tense for so long. Now that I'm free, I can't live up to the moonlight."
Yang Shu held Lu Yun's hand tightly and smiled gently.
In the following days, Yang Shu did not leave the house, but just enjoyed flowers and played the harp with Lu Yun and Liu Yun.
Lu Yun and Liu Yunfu, if Yang Shu rises, their ears will be ruined.
Although he didn't go out, Yang Shu paid attention to the outside world.
Feng Shangshu was still looking for him, but with much less intensity than before, probably because he felt that he was gone.
Teahouses and restaurants are full of customers every day, and there are too many things to talk about recently.
For example, the Dingwang Palace asked Ye Guo for an explanation, and another example was the disappearance of Jiang Chuan.
I don’t know who made the announcement, but everyone knew that Jiang Chuan was dead and died in Wulu’s hands.
When envoys from Ye State stepped into Yan State, every step was filled with conspiracy.
Everyone hoped that Marshal Yang would kill Wulu, but they were also afraid of Ye Guo's army.
Having been an ostrich for a long time, one cannot harden one's back just because one wants to.
"The door of King Ding's palace is closed. I don't know how Marshal Yang is doing."
"Just a few days left or right." Someone answered.
Sighs sounded in the teahouse, "The country of Ye is watching with eager eyes, Marshal Yang is about to fall..."
The sighs became heavier and everyone felt heavy in their hearts.
"How's Crazy Yang doing?"
"What can he do? Just keep him on the couch. You don't expect him to support the Dingwang Palace, right?"
The person who asked the question pursed his lips and said, "At least he is of the blood of Marshal Yang."
"Don't think about it. He's just a loser. Even dogs are better than him."
