Outside the capital, there were several carriages parked.
Next to him were more than a dozen imperial guards.
"Brother, I cannot say thank you for your kindness. I will give you a kowtow!" Lan Yu looked at Yang Xuan and said seriously.
"Hey, brother, what are you doing?" Yang Xuan quickly stopped Lan Yu.
If he didn't stop him, Lan Yu would really get knocked up by him.
"You and I, brothers, will be out of sight if you do this!"
"That being the case, then..." At this point, Lan Yu looked at her children and grandchildren: "You guys, give your uncle a few kowtows."
The children and grandchildren did not dare to disobey Lan Yu's words, and obediently knelt down and kowtowed to Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan smiled bitterly and did not refuse again.
"Brother, I have no ability, so I can only help you here." Yang Xuan said with some shame.
"Hey, you can't say that."
"We are very satisfied just to be alive."
"Besides, guarding the mausoleum is not a bad thing."
"Not only does he live in peace with the world, but he can also often chat and drink with His Highness the Crown Prince."
Lan Yu smiled.
After this experience, he has come to understand that fame, fortune and wealth are nothing but fleeting clouds.
"Okay, brother, take care!"
"Take care of yourself!"
The two formally bid farewell, and Lan Yu and the family members boarded the carriage and headed to Dongling under the escort of the royal guards.
Watching the carriage go further and further away, Yang Xuan let out a long breath and finally turned around and returned to the city.
At this point, a major case involving the First Duke, the Thirteenth Marquis, and the Second Uncle came to an end.
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The twenty-eighth year of Hongwu.
Lao Zhu believed that Jin Yiwei had abused his power and relied on his power to favor him, so he abolished him.
The second commander, Jiang Yu, was also beheaded by Lao Zhu to satisfy his anger.
After Yang Xuan learned about it, he was very sad.
This is Lao Zhu!
Kill as soon as you say kill, without hesitation at all.
Without the Jin Yiwei, this is a good thing for the officials.
Over the years, they have long been afraid of being tortured by Jin Yiwei.
Now that there is no Jin Yiwei above their heads, they can breathe a sigh of relief.
…
Changpinghou Mansion.
Anqing has been very worried recently and is in a low mood.
Because she seemed to have discovered a great secret.
night.
She gently stroked Yang Xuan's tender skin and sighed.
There were things she wanted to ask, but she didn't know how to say them.
Yang Xuan noticed something strange about her, lightly tapped her forehead, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong?"
"There's something wrong with you these past two days."
An Qing looked into Yang Xuan's eyes and was silent for a while: "Xiao Xuanzi, are you hiding something from me?"
"No!"
"After all these years, don't you still understand me?"
Yang Xuan smiled.
"I'm almost thirty and no longer young."
"But you seem to have never changed."
"You can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me."
"Aren't you going to tell me yet?"
An Qing said slowly.
Upon hearing this, the smile on Yang Xuan's face froze, and then slowly disappeared.
He lay on the bed and fell into silence.
He knew that sooner or later An Qing would notice him, but he didn't expect it to come so early.
Although he has grown a beard for a long time, he still pays attention to disguise when he is outside.
But as Anqing was her pillow, how could she not notice whether she had changed or not.
He is already in his thirties, and people his age look much older than him.
He hadn't gone on an expedition for many years, so he could fool others by being pampered and well-maintained, but Anqing couldn't hide it.
"Do you still remember what research Zhang Sanfeng was doing for a while when he was in Wudang?" At this time, Yang Xuan spoke.
"I know, you were secretive at that time. I asked you, but you still didn't tell me."
"Could it be that the fact that you haven't changed in so many years has something to do with this?" An Qing asked.
"Yes, and no." Yang Xuan paused, and then said: "Actually, at the beginning, I didn't know the secret about myself."
"This is what Zhang Sanfeng told me."
"I was dubious at first, but after all these years, I found that I haven't changed at all, so I completely believed what he said."
"I have to say that the old immortal does have real abilities." Yang Xuan smiled bitterly.
"Then, why don't you want children?" An Qing wanted to understand something.
"Yes, it just adds to the worries!" Yang Xuan sighed.
"Also, is this why you learn to paint?" An Qing asked again.
"I'm afraid that one day I will forget you, so I want to leave something behind." Yang Xuan replied.
An Qing didn't know why, but suddenly felt a little sad.
She also anticipated what Yang Xuan would face in the future.
So I feel a little distressed.
She hugged Yang Xuan and asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you, it's just one more sad person."
"Instead of doing this, it's better for you to live happily every day." Yang Xuan also hugged An Qing and chuckled softly in his ear.
"I just didn't expect you to find out so early."
"Xiao Xuanzi!" An Qing's nose felt sore and tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.
"I'm here!" Yang Xuan responded softly, gently helping An Qing wipe away his tears.
It is said that women are emotional, and it seems that this statement is true.
…
The next day, An Qing's eyes were still a little red.
Yang Xuan comforted him for a while, then packed up and went to work.
Lao Zhu is still here, and he doesn't dare to miss work casually.
When he got home in the evening, Yang Xuan found that An Qing was originally alone with red eyes, but now she and Xiuhe were alone.
What's going on? This thing is still contagious... Yang Xuan thought to himself.
Not caring about anything else, Yang Xuan asked the two of them.
"You can't hide this from me, and you can't hide it from Xiuhe either."
"So I told her today." An Qing explained.
"Then you didn't tell anyone else?" Yang Xuan asked.
"No." An Qing shook her head. She also knew the importance of this matter and naturally knew what consequences it would have if word spread.
Xiuhe was also trustworthy as Yang Xuan's pillow, and of course, he couldn't hide it, otherwise Anqing wouldn't tell him.
"In a few days, I plan to change the servants in the mansion."
"You can better keep secrets with a new face."
An Qing said again.
"Okay, you can decide this matter." Yang Xuan smiled and nodded.
"Um."
At this time, Yang Xuan found that Xiuhe was crying again, and couldn't help but ask: "Xiuhe, what's wrong?"
"No, nothing."
"This slave just feels sorry for Mr. Hou." Xiuhe said.
Logically speaking, these words were not something that a maidservant like her should say, but after more than 20 years, Anqing and she were like sisters and didn't care about this.
What's more, Xiuhe's status in this prince's mansion is no different from that of a concubine except that she has no status.
"Haha, it's okay."
"There are still decades to come, why are you thinking so far ahead!"
"I've had a tiring day today, so you should think about how to serve me tonight!"
Yang Xuan looked at the two of them and smiled evilly.
"Pfft~" The two women couldn't help laughing.
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