Nanzhili, outside Nanjing, in a forest.
Several people were riding tall horses and walking through it.
Suddenly, as if they saw something, several people stopped in their tracks. The leader bent his bow and arrow, and aimed at a bush in the distance.
"call out!"
The sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, and the bow and arrow shot straight into the grass. It seemed that it had hit something. The arrow was stuck on something, and then fell down.
"Zu really has good eyesight. I used a telescope and could barely see that there was a hare there."
On the side, a young man in gorgeous clothes, about 28 or 28 years old, said with admiration. Although the man on the horse in front looked to be at least ten years younger than him, his words and deeds were still very respectful.
It was Yan Ling and his party, and the young man in fine clothes was the contemporary Duke of Yue. They were hunting in the countryside.
This is also one of Yan Ling's few hobbies.
No matter how fun things are, he will easily get bored after doing them for two hundred years. Even reading, after more than two hundred years, he has basically read all kinds of books. Now he can only do hunting and other things for entertainment. mood.
Just now, he shot an arrow at a gray rabbit hidden in the grass in the distance.
Others, after Yan Ling shot the arrow, belatedly unfolded their telescopes and pointed them in that direction, and could barely see that there was a distinctive gray-white color in the grass.
A guard rushed over and picked up the hare. This is your lord's trophy.
And the young man was also impressed. After all, both his eyesight and shooting skills were already at their best.
Yan Ling's face showed neither sadness nor joy. He casually threw the bow at the guard next to him, turning a blind eye to the complimenting voice.
He sighed softly and murmured in a low voice:
"It's getting boring..."
"This ancient society..."
He felt that another item was about to be crossed off his hobby list.
"What did you say?" The young man thought Zu had some instructions and hurriedly came over.
Like other Dukes of Yue, he was raised by Yan Ling from an early age. From a child to now he is about to enter middle age, but Yan Ling's appearance has not changed at all. This impact is huge, and then Coupled with the teachings he had received since he was a child and the immortal methods he showed from time to time, he had great respect for this ancestor who was like an immortal or a god.
Especially when he was a child, he often went out hunting with Yan Ling. It felt... a little strange to revisit his old place.
"Nothing." Yan Ling replied like this. He didn't intend to let his younger generation feel his emotions. His expression was as indifferent as ever, and he casually chatted about trivial matters.
The young man immediately responded and chatted with him.
However, soon there was no voice in the team again.
The silence lasted for a while, and Yan Ling finally spoke again, calmly and in a conversational tone:
"Your wife is pregnant?"
"Yes, the doctor said it's a boy."
At the mention of this, the young man suddenly laughed, touched his head, and responded.
A smile finally appeared on Yan Ling's lips.
"Let's go back."
he said.
In two years, he will be three hundred years old.
He could feel that he was becoming more and more bored with this world.
…
half year later.
A burst of footsteps sounded outside a plainly decorated hut in the Yue Kingdom Palace.
Inside the house, Yan Ling was quietly sipping tea. When he heard the noise coming from outside the house, he didn't even raise his head. Just by hearing the footsteps, he had already determined the identity of the person coming.
"Come in," he said.
The young man pushed open the door and entered. There was an excited smile on his face, and he carefully held a sleeping baby in his arms. His fair and tender face was really cute.
He walked up to Yan Ling, bowed, and said happily:
"Ancestor, the thirty-sixth generation of the family, the first son of the eldest son, was born today."
With that said, he handed the baby in his arms forward so that Yan Ling could see it clearly.
Yan Ling nodded slightly.
This is the first member of the eldest family in the thirty-sixth generation since their family has a genealogy.
In fact, a few years ago, Yan Shizhao and the British Duke's sister had a son. However, although Chen Guogong's lineage is no less prominent than Yue Guogong, they have been equal for generations, and both sides are on good terms with each other. The young man even calls Yan Shizhao "brother", but theoretically, the people in the north By now, Chen Guogong should not even be considered a second wife.
After all, the Yue Guogong lineage was passed down from the side of Yan Ling's eldest son Yan Ya, the upright eldest son.
"Please give me a name from my ancestors."
Duke Yue, a first-time father, said with a smile on his face. He didn't expect to be so lucky. His ancestor happened to be in Nanjing when his son was born, so he naturally wanted to ask his ancestor to name the newborn baby.
Yan Ling looked at the swaddled baby carefully.
When the Qi Observation Technique was activated, his eyes were suddenly filled with dazzling colors, reaching straight to the sky.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but smile softly:
"Just call it... Yan Quan!"
…
A stream of light broke away from time and space and flew towards the distant future. It rowed through the long river of time, experienced countless passages of time, and finally fell at a certain point in time.
One month in the fourth year of Wuxing reign, a woman in gorgeous robes was taking a nap in that luxurious room.
She suddenly dreamed of a golden light passing by, falling from the sky, and falling into her belly. She suddenly opened her eyes, but there was nothing in front of her, and she couldn't help but sweat.
Soon after, she was diagnosed as pregnant.
"Could it be that this is a god-sent son?"
Listening to the doctor's diagnosis, the woman thought of the golden light that day and had such an idea.
October flies by in a blink of an eye.
In the fifth year of Wuxing's reign, a cry suddenly came from a certain room in the vast mansion.
Then came the excited voice of the midwife:
"It's the young master!"
The middle-aged man wandering outside the door was impatient. When he heard the noise, he immediately raised the door curtain and rushed in.
He saw a baby boy in the midwife's arms, wrapped in expensive cloth and satin, and was being wiped.
Seeing him enter, several midwives hurriedly saluted, and then said with joy on their faces:
"Congratulations, sir, it's a wonderful day today!"
The middle-aged man is also very happy. Although this is his second son, it is always exciting to have a prosperous family. Looking at the pink and tender baby, his heart couldn't help but be filled with joy.
Turning to look at the big bed, a woman was breathing heavily on it. Seeing his gaze, she couldn't help but smile:
"Husband, give him a name."
The middle-aged man held her hand, pondered for a moment, and then said:
"Just call him—"
"Let's Mu Tianyang."
(End of chapter)
