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Chapter 87 Mu Yang's Bitter Memories

Coming from a remote village to the bustling capital city, five or six-year-old children don't have enough eyesight.

Mu Yang had privately sent someone to teach Yang Ping etiquette, otherwise he would not have performed well in hosting the Yang Gongsheng Sacrifice.

At this moment, he was standing in the most prosperous place in the entire Tianmu Dynasty. Yang Ping knew very well that the owner of this magnificent palace was the Lord of the world.

He is as insignificant as a speck of dust, easily wiped away with a single word from the emperor.

The Yang family...is there really any hope?

His mother only told him to live on, he had never met Young Master Yang, and his blood continued to be his mother's...

The mother was born in a prostitute, and was looked down upon by others. After giving birth to him, the mother could only do some worse jobs to support him.

Mu Yang walked unhurriedly, and when Yang Ping froze for a moment, he was left far behind.

Yang Ping looked down at Mu Yang's shadow that almost covered him, the Yang family had no hope, he just wanted to live.

"My lord."

Yang Ping ran after Mu Yang again with his short legs, and said softly: "...I am willing to be only Cheng En Gong."

Mu Yang lowered his head and stared at the boy, the trembling Yang Ping looked like he had just entered Mu's house.

Although the second and third brothers didn't like him at first, A Niang gave him a warm hug.

The eldest brother took the earth dog and punished the children who bullied him.

From the time he could remember, except for those who insulted his bastard, no one had ever hugged him, washed his filthy little face, and applied medicine to his bruises and wounds with extreme tenderness.

For the first time, he also wore new clothes without any patches, no more rags.

Although the cloth of the new clothes was rough and hard, he was very happy that day.

Every time he ate, he didn't dare to take an extra bite, and only after his brothers were full, he quickly ate half full... Every time A Niang would leave a portion for him in the kitchen in private, with meat and dry food.

The third uncle would hold him in his arms and teach him to write stroke by stroke. When reading, even if he could recite it, he would instinctively pretend to be mediocre, and would not dare to recite it before his three elder brothers.

The third uncle saw it, didn't say anything in class, stopped him after class, gave him a few more books, and answered his questions carefully.

Some past events have long been buried in the dust, and he no longer feels wronged. After all, his father, mother, and third uncle gave him the opportunity to prove himself and regarded him as his own son.

He also became the only prince of the Tianmu Dynasty from a bastard who was despised and insulted by everyone.

And what he really gave...was only the foundation of martial arts, and his talent was not lost.

The third uncle once said that frustration only makes genius stronger, until no one takes anything or anyone you care about from you.

Father also said when he was dying of pain that talent is the foundation of Mu Yang, a treasure that no one can take away.

One of Dad's innate skills is good luck, God chases after him to feed him, no matter how jealous other people are of Dad's good luck, they won't be able to take it away.

"You are very smart, and the emperor is also a grateful person. As long as you submit to the emperor, the title of Duke Cheng En will be passed on forever."

It was rare for Mu Yang to point Yang Ping again, "I will go to Zhaoyang Palace in a while, Lady Yang will talk to you, you just need to remember one thing."

Yang Ping listened carefully, wishing to imprint every word Mu Yang said on his heart.

His aunt was his only close relative, but Mu Yang left an indelible impression on him—not to be messed with, not to be rivaled.

Fear, gratitude, admiration for the strong and other complicated emotions are intertwined. Yang Ping doesn't think he can get out of Prince Jing's shadow in this life.

"Although you both have the surname Yang and are descendants of Duke Yang, after all, you have different genders and different ambitions. You, Yang, are different from the Yang she insisted on."

Mu Yang rubbed Yang Ping's little head, the feeling was not as good as curly hair, maybe curly hair is smarter than this kid and will please him.

"That's why you should ignore what she says. If you take it to heart...she can plot it into your bones. I don't even have her to hate your biological father."

Yang Ping was ignorant, but Mu Yang stopped talking, but walked forward holding Yang Ping's hand.

The guards guarding the palace knelt down on one knee the moment Mu Yang walked in front of him, "My lord."

The voice is neither high nor low, but it has a shocking power.

Seeing Mu Yang holding Yang Ping, Qi Shan rubbed his chin involuntarily, he is still there, unlike those stupid mortals who have never seen the world.

"My lord..."

He quickly walked a few steps and bowed to salute, Mu Yang rushed before he could speak, and asked softly: "Mu Huangwu went back?"

"Yes." Qi Shan nodded, "I didn't let her enter the inner court, just now the emperor issued a decree to open the gate of the inner court, Princess Huaiyang led the princess to the Palace of Compassion."

Mu Yang estimated the time, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised an arc, "Go to the Compassionate Ning Palace at this time, the Empress Dowager will get angry, Princess Huaiyang is too anxious, Mu Huangwu...just let someone keep an eye on her."

Qi Shan was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized, the corners of his mouth twitched, "That's right, the Empress Dowager finally had a chance to stay..."

The sound of the carriage rolling over the bluestone road at high speed came, Mu Yang and Qi Shan looked at each other, and the two stood beside the road almost at the same time.

Mu Yang subconsciously stood behind Qi Shan, trying to hide his breath.

A carriage was running fast, as if there were pursuers behind it.

After the carriage passed Qishan quickly, an order came from the carriage, "Stop, stop."

Mu Yang frowned, did he still not escape?
The person he was least willing to face was the man in the carriage.

The driver immediately reined in, and the curtain of the carriage was lifted, Mu Yang's intuition was dazzling, Qi Shan lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, Duke An became more and more precious.

Literally precious, An Guogong wears almost all his wealth on his body, big gold chains, big gold bracelets, emerald rings... and clothes made of pure gold thread, and he doesn't even use lanterns to light up when he goes out in the middle of the night .

An Guogong is as dazzling as a golden mountain.

"Ayang, what are you hiding for?" An Guogong jumped off the carriage, his figure was vigorous, not like an old man in his early sixties.

He still maintains a good figure and looks very handsome, otherwise he wouldn't be fascinated by the Empress Dowager... An Guogong and the Empress Dowager are brothers and sisters.

Mu Yang bowed and said, "I've seen Uncle."

"You brat still knows that I'm your elder. You're still called a human being? I sent someone to ask you for news. You said that the capital city is very dangerous, and then I... took the initiative to enter the palace, thinking about hiding in the emperor's place." , but just after I entered the palace, I was called away by the old lady."

An Guogong jumped up and scolded angrily, pointing at Mu Yang and said: "There are a few dead in the capital, you deliberately tricked me, others don't know, you don't know that the old woman looks at me... just like I look at gold, she They don't even plant land."

Qi Shan's calm face couldn't help twitching for a while, he couldn't laugh, otherwise he would be hated by An Guogong and the prince.

(End of this chapter)