Yang Bing has been living in the military camp these days. In the end, only 7,000 people were selected from the 30,000-strong army. This number was far lower than Yang Bing's estimate.
When I walked out of the military tent, I saw a group of soldiers rolling down a slope quickly. There were many exposed stones on the slope. After the soldiers rolled down the slope, they ran up and rolled down again. .
Another group of soldiers were constantly climbing over obstacles, repeating the obstacle course again and again.
These unheard-of training methods gave these Ming Dynasty soldiers a lot of experience. They were all miserable, but when they thought about their salary increase, they gritted their teeth and persisted again.
"Young Master, someone from home said that the master asked you to go back today. General Wanqi has come to the house." Luo Wen came over. Today he was not wearing a military uniform, but a black robe.
Yang Bing was used to seeing Luo Wen's military uniform, so after changing his clothes, he felt a little uncomfortable: "I know, ugh."
When Luo Wen saw Yang Bing sighing, he looked furtively around and saw no one around. He came over with a wicked smile and said, "Young Master, it seems that General Wanqi is here to set a wedding date."
Yang Bing directly raised his leg and kicked Luo Wen. After getting along with each other in the past few days, the relationship between the two has become much more familiar.
"Get out! I'm annoyed."
Luo Wen smiled and hid: "Young master, please stop looking so sad. General Wanqi is not bad looking. I don't think we are at a disadvantage, but it's a bit hard to understand that the master wants you to marry into his wife." .”
"Oh, who says it's not the case? It's the first time I've seen such a father." Yang Bing got on his horse. He looked back and saw Luo Wen also getting on the horse, and asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"
Luo Wen was also confused: "I'll go home with you. Didn't the master say that I will be your bodyguard from now on?"
Yang Bing said nothing, thinking who knows whether you are here to protect me or to monitor me.
Returning to the Yang Mansion, Yang Bing saw Yang Xiyuan and Wan Qi, father and daughter, talking about something. They seemed quite happy.
Today, Wan Qi Ke'er did not wear the neat robe of a martial artist, but a light red dress. She also had a rare rouge on her face, and her beautiful black hair was combed into a high ponytail. Yang Bing was a little confused for a moment. Stunned.
Previously, Yang Bing saw Wan Qi Ke'er either wearing armor or the neat clothes of a martial artist, without any decoration on her face. At that time, Wan Qi Ke'er looked heroic and a heroine.
But now when Yang Bing takes a look at her, her temperament is completely different from before. Today's Wan Qi Ke'er is more like a rose that has just bloomed, bright and noble at the same time. Yang Bing thinks that even in his previous life, he has never I have never seen such a beautiful girl.
Yang Bing stood there blankly, Wan Qike'er's back was turned to Yang Bing, as if she felt something. When she looked back, she saw Yang Bing looking at him infatuatedly, and her face quickly turned red.
Wan Qi Kerer wondered what was wrong with him. In the past, when Yang Bing stared at him, he would have punched him, but today his eyes were a little different.
"Hey, it just so happens that my nephew is back. Come here quickly." Wan Qi Shihui saw Yang Bing who was stunned on the spot and hurriedly greeted him.
"Yes, come here quickly, your uncle Wanqi and Ke'er are waiting for you." Yang Xiyuan also saw Yang Bing.
Only then did Yang Bing regain his composure, hurriedly walked over, sat down next to Wan Qi Ke'er, and glanced at her awkwardly: "Uh, well, you're here too."
"Yes." Wan Qike'er agreed in a low voice.
But Yang Bing was shocked, thinking that women are really scary. The last time he saw her, he threatened to chop his little brother into pieces, but today she became like a lady. It was really scary!
"Bing'er, I have discussed it with your uncle Wanqi. The day after tomorrow is an auspicious day, and I will marry Ke'er for you then." Yang Xiyuan's face was filled with a smile at this moment.
Wan Qi Shihui also agreed repeatedly. Although neither of them was very satisfied with the marriage, it could only be this way because it was His Majesty's will. However, after all, it was their own child getting married, so they were still very happy.
Yang Bing glanced at Wan Qi Ke'er. Wan Qi Ke'er lowered his head and didn't speak. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Yang Bing still asked: "Dad, Uncle Wanqi, is there really nothing we can do?"
Yang Xiyuan and Wan Qi Shihui looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
Wanqi Shihui said: "My dear nephew, you don't know that after going to court today, His Majesty asked me and your father to go to the Yangxin Palace and asked us to hurry up."
"Yes, His Majesty means that the sooner the better. Besides, you should have heard today that Lin Ziren's third son, Lin Feng, has returned to Kyoto. It is estimated that Lin Ziren will be back soon." When Yang Xiyuan spoke, He also looked helpless.
The marriage between their two families could be seen by anyone with a discerning eye in the court. This embarrassed Yang Xiyuan, who always wanted to save face. The prime minister and the general had to marry in advance just because a junior returned to Kyoto. , it’s really embarrassing for this to spread.
"Lin Feng, I don't have much impression." Yang Bing recalled for a while and found that there was memory about Lin Feng in his memory, and the only thing about it was that he was Lin Ziren's third son. This is not to blame Yang Bing, in fact, Yang Bing used to only care about Lin Feng every day. He enjoys himself and doesn't care about Kyoto's affairs at all.
But looking at the faces of Yang Xiyuan and Wan Qi Shihui, Yang Bing also knew that Lin Feng was definitely not an easy character to deal with.
The four of them sat together and discussed for nearly two hours. Basically, Yang Xiyuan and Wan Qi Shihui were talking, and Yang Bing and Wan Qi Ker had no room to interrupt.
Yang Bing simply resigned and went to the pavilion in the garden to watch the fish in the fish pond.
"I'm so envious of these fish. They can live freely in the water and just eat every day." Wan Qike'er also came over and said in a low voice.
"Are they free? Being bound by people in this fish pond, their short life is only the size of this fish pond. If they were in the wild, there would be an endless world to explore." Yang Bing couldn't help but sigh.
Wan Qike'er felt something in her heart when she heard Yang Bing's words.
"The fish in this fish pond are just like you and me. People can do whatever they want."
"Yes, it's just like this marriage between you and me, but don't worry, even though it's a gift from the Holy Spirit and you can't avoid it, I will treat you sincerely and protect you, and I will never do anything betrayal. You can rest assured about this. "Yang Bing said with a serious expression. The last thing he disdains is betrayal. One of his many life mottos is that once you are unfaithful, you will never be disloyal again. It is not only used to restrain others, but also to restrain others. my own.
Wan Qi Kerer looked at Yang Bing in front of her, and suddenly felt that the man in front of her was somewhat reliable. Although she had been fighting enemies since she was a child, and one person could withstand thousands of troops, she was still a woman after all, and she also needed someone in her heart. Rely on.
"Ha, these words coming from your mouth are a bit sarcastic." Wan Qi Ke'er sneered. She thought of Yang Bing's previous notoriety in Kyoto again, with a sad look in her eyes, and thought to herself: No matter how great a woman in this world is, she is still not respected.
In the past few days, Wan Qike'er could hear the comments from passers-by whenever she went out on the street.
"Is this Wan Qi Ke'er?"
"Yes, I heard that she is looking for a son-in-law."
"Really? A woman is going to the battlefield and looking for a son-in-law. What is she trying to do? In the end, she still has to be a wife?"
Wan Qi Kerer heard such words countless times in the past few days, which made her have some self-doubt. She doubted the purpose of what she had done over the years, but in the end she didn't figure it out.
Seeing Wan Qike'er's appearance, Yang Bing smiled and said, "Why don't we make an agreement."
"What?"
"I am eighteen years old this year and you are nineteen years old. Why don't you and I make an agreement? When I am twenty-five years old, if I have the ability to ask the Holy One to dissolve the engagement, I will definitely go to the Holy One and ask him to write a letter to you and me. What do you think of Xia He Liwen?"
Wan Qike'er smiled: "What if you don't have it?"
"Then I will protect you for the rest of my life." Yang Bing's words touched Wan Qi Ker's heartstrings.
No one has ever called Wan Qi Ker a gentleman, and Yang Bing was the first one. At this moment, Wan Qi Ker seemed to know his original intention of doing so.
That is to prove to the world that if men can do it, women can do it too!
"Okay, I agree. If you don't do it by then, I will feel aggrieved and will protect you for the rest of my life." Wan Qike'er's mood recovered a lot and she became happy again.
"Tch, what are you talking about? I am the one who feels wronged. When the time comes, I will suffer a little loss and let you take advantage of me." Yang Bing saw that Wan Qi Ke'er's mood improved and he was very happy.
"Fuck you." Wan Qike'er joked and punched Yang Bing on the shoulder.
Yang Bing asked Luo Wen to get a jar of wine and pour it for Wan Qi Ke'er and himself: "Well, General Wan Qi, please take care of me in the future."
"Major General Yang, please take care of me."
The two drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, looked at each other and laughed heartily. Wan Qi Keer never expected that he could chat with Yang Bing so happily.
"However, you have to pay attention. Lin Feng is definitely not just returning to Kyoto for a visit." Wan Qi Kerr stopped joking.
"Well, I've also noticed that this person caused an uproar just by returning to Kyoto. It's definitely not simple. I guess he will make some articles at your wedding banquet." Yang Bing leaned on the railing of the pavilion and shouted He took a sip of wine and said.
Yang Bing's guess was correct. At this moment, Lin Feng was on a carriage, parked in an alley not far from Yang's house, when a figure sneakily walked over.
"Third Young Master, I heard the conversation between Yang Bing and Wan Qi Ke'er. Yang Bing said..." In the darkness, I don't know what this figure said to Lin Feng. I only know that Lin Feng threw it to Lin Feng after hearing it. He gave that figure a pocketful of money.
The figure took the money, thanked him profusely and turned to leave.
Lin Feng sat on the carriage with a smile on his face: "Yang Bing, Yang Bing, hahaha, go back home."
The carriage disappeared into the alley.
It was getting late, Yang Bing and Wan Qike'er drank several jars of wine in the pavilion. Both of them were a little drunk at the moment, and they were not happy just drinking. The two of them actually started punching each other.
"Drink! Hahaha, I said Yang Bing, why do you always lose? Can you do it? Hiccup~" Wan Qike'er looked very heroic at the moment. He stepped on the stool with one leg, punched Yang Bing with one hand, and punched Yang Bing with the other. One hand was holding a jar of wine, and her already pretty face turned red under the influence of alcohol, making her look even more charming.
On the other hand, Yang Bing was not so heroic. His eyes were blurred, he was also holding a jar of wine, and he was careless. We didn't know that there was such a big gap between the ancient boxing rules and the previous life. In just a short while, Yang Bing had already drank four cups. Even if the alcohol content in ancient times was low, it could not stop Yang Bing from drinking more.
Yang Bing held the wine jar and drank the last bit in one gulp. As soon as he put it into his mouth, Yang Bing felt his stomach churn, and then he felt a stream of heat pouring down his throat: "vomit~"
Yang Bing finally couldn't help but vomited. Seeing this, Wan Qike'er quickly laughed at Yang Bing: "Hahaha, Yang Bing, give in quickly, I don't want my husband who I haven't married to drink to death, hahahaha! "
Hearing Wan Qike'er's ridicule, Yang Bing was unhappy. He even sobered up a little after vomiting, but the drunkenness was still there: "Who said that, I'm not drunk! Come on and keep drinking!"
Yang Bing and Wan Qi Ker extended their hands at the same time. This time Wan Qi Ker lost, and Yang Bing laughed like a victorious villain: "You lose, drink quickly~"
Wan Qike'er was a woman after all. She had already downed the two jars of wine before, and now she drank the third jar in one gulp. Her head instantly became dizzy, and her body tilted to one side and she was about to fall to the ground.
When Yang Bing saw this, he didn't know where he got the strength. He ran over and hugged Wan Qi Ke'er. The two stared at each other with blurred eyes.
"Uh, you drank too much. Let me take you to the guest room to rest." Yang Bing said and was about to send Wan Qi Ke'er to the guest room. When Wan Qi Shihui left, he originally wanted to call Wan Qi Ke'er. We walked together, but when we saw that Yang Bing and Wan Qi Ke'er were having a good chat, they didn't bother them. They just said hello and left. After all, Wan Qi Ke'er used to chat with Yang Ruo very late, so Live directly in Yang Mansion.
Unexpectedly, Wan Qi Ke'er grabbed Yang Bing's wrist, her face flushed and her eyes smiling: "You and I are both a couple getting married, so why stay in the guest room."
Maybe she was drunk, maybe she was helpless about the marriage, maybe Wan Qi Ke'er wanted to completely stop her thoughts about the second prince, but she didn't know how she could say such a thing.
Wan Qike'er pointed to Yang Bing's room, and then buried her head in Yang Bing's arms.
Yang Bing's heart was shaken. He didn't know whether he was sober or not. He said seriously: "I will protect you with you for the rest of my life."
After saying that, Yang Bing returned to the room with Wan Qike'er in his arms. Not long after, the candlelight in the room went out, and a cry of pain came from inside, followed by the most primitive joyful song between men and women.
