"Master, it's time to get up, ah!!!" As soon as Ziyun put the basin on the stool aside, Yang Bing's hand hugged Ziyun's waist.
"Ziyun, you are the best." Yang Bing lazily hugged Ziyun from behind.
"Master, Master, please let go of your hands." Ziyun was so shy at the moment that she could slip into any crack in the ground.
Yang Bing has returned to Kyoto for the seventh day. In the past seven days, Yang Bing has completely liberated his nature. He teases Ziyun every morning, but he has never done anything too extreme.
Yang Bing let go of his hand, and Ziyun lowered his head and ran out of Yang Bing's room quickly with small steps. When he came to the yard, Ziyun touched his face. It was as hot as if he had a fever, and his heart also rose. With a strange feeling, I looked back at the young master's room.
Ziyun felt in her heart that Yang Bing was really different from before. In the past, she would definitely have sex with the young master in the morning, but now the young master has never done anything inappropriate to her.
Yang Bing got dressed and came to the main hall to say hello to Yang Xiyuan and his wife. This was what troubled Yang Bing the most. He thought that etiquette in ancient times was troublesome. He had to meet outsiders every day, and he had to say hello politely. His parents also had to say hello. Say politely, "Good son, please get up."
"Father, mother, my son has sent his regards to you two elders."
Although he thought so in his heart, Yang Bing still came to the main hall respectfully to greet Yang Xiyuan and his wife.
"Well, good son, come and have dinner together! Hahaha!" After Yang Bing went to the frontier and made great military exploits, Yang Xiyuan saw that his son was becoming more and more pleasing to him, and thought about the teachings he had given to his son in the past ten years. After all, the effort was not in vain.
Yang Ruo also came to the main hall at this time, and the family sat down to eat breakfast warmly. With this scene, Yang Bing thought that he really hoped to continue like this, just being with his family every day, even though they were not real family.
At this time, a servant ran in: "Sir, someone from General Wanqi's residence said that General Wanqi asked you to come over and discuss something with the young master."
Yang Xiyuan's heart twitched. It was not surprising that Wanqi Shihui called him over at this time, but asking Yang Bing to come with him was obviously the prince's intention.
The servant may have noticed something strange about his master, so he ran over and whispered in Yang Xiyuan's ear: "Master, General Wanqi sent a message, saying that the young master must go with him, and we can discuss it if possible."
"Yeah, I got it, just tell me we'll be there in a minute."
"yes."
Yang Xiyuan lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. Yang Bing saw his father's appearance and asked: "Dad, does General Wanqi have something very important? If it is very important, let's go there as soon as possible. .”
Yang Xiyuan raised his head and stared into Yang Bing's eyes. He knew that the prince came to the father and son to ask why Yang Bing had hidden his abilities for so long.
In fact, Yang Xiyuan also had some doubts about his son. After all, he knew Yang Bing too well. Before going to the frontier, his son was a notorious playboy in Kyoto, but now such a change is really surprising. Well, Yang Xiyuan was also afraid that his son would really have rebellious intentions.
Yang Bing was very innocent at the moment. He looked at Yang Xiyuan with his innocent and watery eyes, wondering in his heart: "What's wrong with this old man? Is he stimulated? Or did I do something wrong?"
"Son, come with me to your uncle Wanqi's house later. Be careful what you say and do!" Yang Xiyuan told Yang Bing very seriously.
"Uh, Dad, just let it go. I still know etiquette." Seeing Yang Xiyuan being so serious, Yang Bing knew that something was going to happen soon.
Yang Ruo on the side heard that the father and son were going to Wanqi's house and quickly raised his hand: "I'm going too. I haven't seen Ke'er for a long time."
Wan Qi Ker and Yang Ruo can be said to be best friends in this era. As long as Wan Qi Ker does not go to the border, the two of them will almost stay together all day long. This time Wan Qi Ker took Yang Bing to the border for a long time. For nearly two months, Yang Ruo missed Wan Qi Keer very much.
Yang Xiyuan nodded: "Well, Ruoer, let's go with him." Yang Xiyuan actually had selfish motives. If the prince once made a fuss about Yang Bing, Yang Ruo could at least block it.
Because Yang Ruo and the prince admire each other quite a lot. Although it is not the kind between men and women, this kind of innocent appreciation is more effective than the appreciation between men and women.
After the family finished breakfast, they got into the carriage that had been prepared and arrived at General Wanqi's residence.
"Brother, please take a seat." Wanqi Shihui came over to greet him.
"Brother, please take a seat." Wanqi Shihui came over to greet Yang Xiyuan and the others.
"Brother, what's wrong with that guy?" Yang Xiyuan sat down and whispered to Wan Qi Shihui.
Wanqi Shihui winked and did not answer Yang Xiyuan, but turned to look at Yang Bing and Yang Ruo.
"Ruo'er is here too, and Ke'er happens to be across the hospital."
Yang Ruo saw that they had something to discuss, so he gave Wan Qi Shihui a gift knowingly: "Uncle Wan Qi, then Ruo'er won't disturb you." When Yang Ruo turned around and left, he glanced at Yang Bing, with a look in his eyes. A trace of imperceptible worry flashed through.
Seeing Yang Ruo leaving, Wan Qi Shihui made an inviting gesture to Yang Xiyuan and his son.
"Brother, nephew, come with me, I want to see you." Wan Qi Shihui's face also looked unnatural.
"Shihui, there are no outsiders here, so don't show off. Why did the prince summon my father and son?" Yang Xiyuan asked directly.
Wan Qi Shihui was a little embarrassed: "Brother, this time he is not the prince."
Yang Xiyuan did not react when he heard this: "If it's not the prince, who else could it be?"
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Yang Xiyuan saw many guards with swords appearing in Wanqi Mansion. This was something he had never seen before, and he was suddenly shocked.
"Could it be?" Yang Xiyuan stared, raised his fists upwards with both hands.
Wanqi Shihui nodded: "That's the one."
Yang Bing couldn't understand the exchange between the two, but his intuition told him that this time things were not simple.
Yang Ruo came to Wan Qi Ker's courtyard, and the two embraced each other warmly as soon as they met.
"Ke'er, let me see, why have you lost weight again? You must have suffered a lot on the battlefield this time, right?" Yang Ruo held Wan Qi Ke'er's hand. Although Yang Ruo did not practice martial arts, as a general The daughter of Yang Xiyuan, who was born in the Han Dynasty, is also very familiar with things on the battlefield, especially she knows that it is even more difficult for a woman to be on the battlefield.
"Sister Ruo, it's okay. Don't you worry about me? Those Tatars can hurt me." Wan Qike'er said proudly.
"You know how to play. I really don't know why you, a girl, have to go to the battlefield. You just said how dangerous this time is."
"Hey." Wan Qike'er still looked so carefree.
"Master, Yang Xiyuan took Yang Bing and Yang Ruo to Wanqi Mansion."
On the second floor of an inconspicuous teahouse in Kyoto, a waiter poured tea for the guests in front of him and reported in a low voice.
"Well, before they go, is there anything strange?" A young man wearing a blue robe asked softly.
"Well, there's nothing unusual, but not long before Yang Xiyuan arrived, a carriage went to Wanqi's house, and two strangers got off and went in. They haven't come out yet."
"Have you seen who it is?"
"No, we were too far away at that time, and there was a master following the two men. We were afraid of disturbing the situation, so we didn't dare to get close.
"Well, let's go down."
"yes."
