Chapter 58 Death

Being hugged by his good sister, especially with such shameful words in his ears, Alan felt weak all over and couldn't stand steadily, and pressed all the weight of her body on Axiang.

A Xiang suddenly exclaimed: "Young Master, come and help."

Yang Yong put down the chungong album and looked at the two people hugging each other in shock: "What's wrong?"

Hearing Yang Yong's voice, Alan finally had the strength. With a hard effort, she had already taken off Axiang's hug and walked out stumbled. Yang Yong felt enlightened and put down the erotic painting album in his hand. It was no wonder he was shy when he thought of letting this unmarried woman give her erotic paintings.

As soon as Alan ran away, only Axiang and Yang Yong were left in the room. Axiang's face turned red quickly. Just now, Alan was the rookie, and Axiang was invincible. At this time, she thought of discussing the erotic album with a man other than her husband, Axiang didn't feel embarrassed: "Young master, which one... which one..."

Yang Yong had seen in his book that when men and women got married, they had all the erotic painting albums prepared by elders for their elders as teachings. But he had not been uncomfortable. However, he had already left the stage of teaching with erotic paintings, and was only left to practice. Seeing A Xiang's face full of embarrassment, he hurriedly said, "Sister A Xiang, is there anything else?"

"Young master, who... give it to me..." A Xiang's face turned even more red.

Yang Yong was puzzled. Could it be that this erotic painting was not for him, so he had to pick it up again and hand it to Axiang. Axiang turned the picture open, and his voice was like a mosquito: "Young Master, come here..."

"This is not good." Yang Yong wondered, but A Xiang was married, so why did she invite her to read the spring painting with her? Is it seducing herself? Yang Yong is not a saint. He experienced a twenty-four-year-old life in his previous life, but he could only envy others to be in a pair of people. He finally confirmed his relationship with his girlfriend, but he didn't have time to make substantial progress and was reincarnated here in less than a week.

When he knew his situation, Yang Yong had thought about his three wives and four concubines, but he was still young and could not help himself. If Dugu had treated Yang Yong like an ordinary noble family, there were many beautiful maids around him. Maybe Yang Yong had found a few maids to cheat, but this kind of opportunity had never been found in the Duke of Suiguo Mansion. In addition, Yang Yong also thought he was still young and restrained himself. Now that A Xiang was so tempted, Yang Yong felt that he was thirsty for a moment.

Seeing the eldest young master like this, Axiang felt even more embarrassed. She regretted letting Alan go at this time and said naively: "Young master, this is the wife's instructions. You can only get a job after reading it."

Yang Yong realized that he had misunderstood A Xiang and secretly scolded him for being dirty just now. A Xiang was already a man with a husband. How could he have evil thoughts: "Sister A Xiang, no need, just say I've seen it."

"But...but..." A Xiang stuttered. If the young master and grandma were unable to have sex tonight because of her shyness, it would be a big trouble.

"No need, I understand all this." After saying that, Yang Yong grabbed the album from A Xiang and pushed A Xiang out of the door.

Axiang stood at the door for a long time and no longer had the courage to go in and explain to the young master. She prayed in her heart, hoping that the young master could really understand it.

Although this album is exquisite, it only has more than ten pages. Yang Yong read it casually for a few times and was not interested. He could only sit in the room and wait in boredom.

Yang Yong didn't sleep all night last night and took a nap. I don't know how long it took, but a sound of suona and gong suddenly sounded outside the yard, awakening Yang Yong again. Zheng Xiong, Luo Yi and others rushed into the room one after another: "General, young master, the sedan chair is ready, it's time to set off to pick up the bride."

The ones who called the General were Yang Yong under the Xuanlong Army, and the ones who called him the Young Master were servants of the Duke's Mansion. Everyone hugged Yang Yong out of the inner courtyard. When the band outside saw Yang Yong coming out, the blew louder.

Sun Er led Chi Ying over. Today Chi Ying was covered in red color, and a big red flower was tied on her forehead, which almost covered the urethra. When she saw Yang Yong coming out, Chi Ying seemed extremely excited and was about to bite Yang Yong's clothes when she sneezes. Everyone hurriedly blocked Chi Ying's mouth and helped Yang Yong on the back.

It was only two or three miles away from the Prime Minister's Mansion to the Yuan family. The onlookers were crowded with onlookers. Yang Yong rode on Chiying and let the onlookers make waves of exclamations. Many unmarried girls in the crowd opened their eyes wide and watched the young hero who defeated the Turks and the legitimate son of the Prime Minister's Mansion get married. He wished that the sedan chair would marry him.

Every time the sedan chair moves forward, it will arouse cheers from many people. The people watching the fun block the front and sides tightly, so that dozens of soldiers from the Xuanlong Army soldiers could open the way before the sedan chair could continue walking.

In a restaurant on the street across the Prime Minister's Mansion, the highest third floor was taken down early in the morning. From here, you can vaguely see the scene in the Prime Minister's Mansion. The entire Prime Minister's Mansion is very lively, and at least hundreds of tables of banquets were placed.

Four middle-aged people in the building were also gathering in front of a table full of delicious food. Each of them was filled with fine wine, but no one reached out to enjoy whether it was fine wine or delicious food. They obviously had no intention of eating wine. The youngest middle-aged man among them frequently approached the window and looked towards the Prime Minister's Mansion.

These four people are the only four remaining sons of Taizu of Great Zhou, the ninth old Chen Wangchun, the tenth old King Sheng, the eleventh generation Wang Da, and the thirteenth Teng Wang Du.

The team of sedan chairs came out was very powerful. Although the restaurant was separated by a street, it could be heard clearly. King Teng looked outside, but he could only see the vague figures. He couldn't help but complain: "Brother Ten, why did you choose this restaurant? We can't see anything."

After Zhao Wangzhao died, Chen Wangchun was the eldest, but the one who made the decision among the four was the old King Sheng of Yue. King Yue not only had the suspicion of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but was also proficient in the battle formations. The four of them were very convinced by him.

King Yue replied: "What do you want to see? Let's see the little boy of Puliurujian's family ride on horseback and get married, or should we see the cheers of the foolish people around him?"

Teng Wang was suffocated, and King Chen patted the youngest brother: "The tenth brother is right. Today, the houses on both sides of the way Pu Liurujian's son will be watched. Otherwise, as long as our people are hiding in the dark, they can shoot Pu Liurujian's son with a bow and arrow. How could Pu Liurujian be unprepared?"

Teng Wang nodded suddenly and had to ask suspiciously: "Since that's the case, then why are we sitting here?"

"Wait, when it's almost time we should congratulate the Prime Minister's Mansion?" King Sheng of Yue said calmly.

"What? We also want to congratulate Pu Liurujian. We are the prince. He, a minister, married his son. Why do we want to congratulate him?" King Teng almost jumped up.

"Why don't you go? Don't you want to see Pu Liuru die in front of us?"

"I think, of course." King Teng suddenly gritted his teeth and was a little nervous: "It's just Brother Ninth, Brother Tenth, Brother Eleventh, what if he fails?"

The three of them frowned, and King Yue said unhappily: "I failed and continued next time. This time I chose the dead soldiers in our army. We are in the Prime Minister's Mansion again. We should be cleared of suspicion, but we have to be careful. Lao Thirteen, you are prone to impulsiveness. Don't go to the Prime Minister's Mansion later. Brother Jiu, don't go either. Look at Lao Thirteen, I will go with my eleventh brother."

King Chen was about to object, but King Yue hurriedly said, "Brother Jiu, Lao Shisan's words are not unreasonable. We can do it if we go there, and we don't have to give Pu Liurujian too much face. This success is of course a blessing. If it is not successful, the Yuwen family will rely on you and Lao Shisan."

King Chen said anxiously: "Brother Ten, don't you want to do it yourself, right?"

"If you have the chance, why not? If you can kill Puliurujian with my own life, it is worth it to exchange for the Yuwen family's world!"

Yuan Qing'er was sitting upright in front of her combing mirror. She was wearing a blue dress, the blush on her face and the blue wedding dress were in a mood, and the figure in the mirror was full of happiness.

"Miss, Miss, the sedan chair is here." Xing'er rushed to the embroidery building. Yuan Qing'er quickly picked up the round fan and covered her blushing face.

Several wedding ladies snatched into the embroidery building: "The lady is so happy, the old woman likes it."

Yuan Qing'er was about to get up, and the wedding ladies hurriedly held down: "Don't worry, don't worry, wait until the groom writes a makeup urge to write."

Seeing the sedan chair coming, the sound of firecrackers in the Yuan Mansion was loud, and Yuan Xiaoju and his wife were greeting the door with a smile. Yang Yong jumped off the back of the red shadow horse and was about to pay homage to Yuan Xiaoju and his wife. Several hermaids said, "Son-in-law, write a poem."

Yang Yong was stunned and remembered that Dugu had asked him to write a poem to praise the bride's beauty yesterday. He didn't care about it yesterday, but now he is going to write a poem temporarily, but he is in a very difficult situation. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Zheng Xiong, Luo Yi and the others.

It would be fine if the other personal soldiers were there, but the old master Yang Yong invited them was not a vain teaching. His poetry level was above Yang Yong. However, Luo Yi's level in poetry was a mess, and Zheng Xiong was not very literate, so both of them could only say that they could not help.

The first procedure for urging makeup is the first marriage procedure. Without reading it, the following steps cannot be carried out. Seeing that Yang Yong has not read it for a long time, the smile on Yuan Xiaoju and his wife's faces suddenly became more and more stiff. This poem does not have to be written by the groom himself, as long as it is prepared in advance. Now Yang Yong looks unprepared, and immediately makes Yuan Xiaoju and his wife unable to come to Taiwan.

Yuan Xiaoju and his wife's face became darker and darker. Yuan Xiaoju wanted to write a poem for Yang Yong, but in full view of everyone, if he really helped his son-in-law like this, where would this old face be put in the future?

Yang Yong's mind was spinning rapidly, and he desperately recalled what poem he had learned before to praise others for their beauty. A flash of inspiration in his mind finally came up with one:

The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick.

If it weren't for the presence of the group of jade hills, they would have met under the moon on the Yao platform.

"Okay, good poem!" As soon as Yang Yong's poem was released, the surroundings suddenly cheered loudly. Some people may not know the quality of the poem, but just encouraged Yang Yong. Yuan Xiaoju savored it carefully, and the more he savored it, the better he felt the good poem. The dark clouds on his face just now disappeared. He secretly wondered who wrote this poem. His son-in-law would forget such a good poem, but it was not convenient to ask in detail at this time: "Son-in-law, please come in!"

Finally, Yang Yong did not encounter any difficulties. Under the guidance of the matchmaker, Yang Yong completed the procedure for welcoming the bride one by one. The Yuan Mansion did not make any difficulties with the wedding. Yuan Qing'er was successfully helped by the wedding girl into the sedan chair.

"Get up the sedan chair."

The sound of locks and gongs rang again, and the whole wedding team repeated the situation when they came. Countless crowds watched, all of them were envious and gazes. But no one noticed that there were always several malicious gazes in the crowd, and they followed the wedding team.

"Here, come." As soon as the sedan chair arrived, the entire Prime Minister's Mansion became lively.

The sedan chair fell directly on the carpet that had been laid long ago. The bride was supported by the queen and her close maid, one left and one right. Yuan Qing'er's face was covered by a light and beautiful round fan, but the maid Xing'er showed her pretty face. Many people rushed up to watch. If the maid is like this, will the lady be fine? Everyone envied Yang Yong's blessing.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, no one noticed that several strangers did not watch the bride's figure and squeezed into the Prime Minister's Mansion in the chaos. Although there were many officials who came to He today, the Prime Minister's Mansion dispatched thousands of troops to defend it. Each official had to carefully confirm that their followers were also separated in another place. Except for this time, it would be difficult for outsiders to get in.

Hearing the sound of firecrackers from the Prime Minister's Mansion, King Yue and King Dai stood up: "It's done, they probably have entered too. I should go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to congratulate him."

Both King Chen and King Teng were nervous, and King Teng’s voice was a little trembling. I don’t know if it was excitement or fear: “Brother Ten, Brother Eleven, if you don’t have a chance, don’t take action yourself.”

The King of Yue did not answer and chanted: "The thief moved his country and Jinling collapsed. I then fled to the deserted valley and suffered public and private troubles. Huayang ran to the death, but left but did not return, Zhongxing Daoxuan was lost, and was poor in Jiaxu. I cried in Duting for three days, and was imprisoned in another hall for three years..."

This is the fu of the Jiangnan Dynasty written by Gengxin. At that time, Gengxin entered Wei from Liang. Before he could return, Liang had been destroyed by Wei. He was imprisoned in Wei. He wrote this fu. Now they are like Gengxin, and they are about to experience the sorrow of destroying the country. When King Yue chanted it, King Chen knew that his tenth brother had aspirations to die, and immediately chanted it like him:
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