It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Sima Zhong disagreed with Yang Xianrong's decision to go to Guanlin Mountain, saying that he should at least prepare for the trip after spring has warmed and the flowers have bloomed. Moreover, he also wanted to go with him.

Yang Xianrong didn't say much and still lived quietly in Tianyuan Palace.

This year's winter in Luoyang doesn't seem to be particularly cold, and there is always a feeling of warmth in spring. After usurping the throne and seizing power again, the political situation seemed to be a lot more stable. At least Sima Yi could be seen coming to the palace to attend court every day, and talking and laughing with the emperor Sima Zhong.

The common people saw that the high-ranking imperial officials were gradually returning to normal, and the smell of fireworks in the streets slowly returned. Those restaurants and bars had diners, and although no one dared to talk about it loudly, they finally gained popularity.

The door of Mingyue Tower was also opened. The boss Mao Hongmao was sitting behind the counter and did not let the boys go to the door to solicit business. He said that those who wanted to come to eat would inevitably come in if the door was open.

There are not many people and it is difficult to do business.

He was looking in the direction of the palace in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until the two brothers of the Yang family, Yang Xianyong and Yang Xiankang, walked in that he turned around and asked, "Aren't you two on duty today?"

"After a day's rest, I'm so tired." Yang Xiankang pulled up a chair and sat down, grabbed the teapot on the table, poured a large bowl of it, and drank it.

The eldest brother Yang Xianyong glanced at him, then reached out to touch the teapot and found that the water was warm, so he said nothing. He also sat down and said to Mao Hongmao: "Just get some food. We didn't eat in the morning, and now we are so hungry that our heart is in front of us and our heart is in back."

"Hey, wait, let me go to the back kitchen to see if there is anything hot. It's already past lunch time, and there shouldn't be anything left." Mao Hongmao hurriedly went to the back kitchen to take a look. I bought a lot of flatbread and minced meat, "That's all."

"It's okay, just have one bite." The Yang family brothers are not picky about their food, and they were very happy to see that the flatbread was still hot.

"You shouldn't ask questions. Shouldn't your Beijun Mansion be without food?" Mao Hongmao chuckled a few times.

"No one is cooking." Yang Xiankang ate the big cake in a few mouthfuls. "The emperor has been training at the West Campus these days, and we didn't need to follow him. But I don't know what happened, but he remembered again. The Beijun Mansion is also training with them, and not only the military guards, but all the people in the Beijun Mansion are going... Then aren't all the cooks and cooks going?"

"Then why are you two back?" Mao Hongmao pulled up a chair and sat down, and asked the boy to go to the back kitchen and ask them to bring some more fried eggs.

"Oh, I just told the emperor that Tai'an County gave the little princess some gadgets that the queen used when she was a child. I'm going to get them. The emperor agreed." Yang Xiankang smiled brighter and brighter. Looks good.

After these two years of experience, he has lost his youthful youthfulness and has become a man of great talent. Looking at Xiang Yang Xianyong, he is more heroic than his father. People often say that Yang Xianyong is very similar to his ancestor Yang Hu. Of course, he also has more of Yang Hu's literary, Taoist and military strategies. He served as an adviser to Sima Ying and showed his talents as a pioneer in the Battle of Huangqiao. He must not be underestimated in the future. .

Now looking at the Yang family brothers, there are many people who want to get married.

However, everyone is waiting and watching, after all, the current situation is very strange. The emperor was still a puppet, but it seemed that Sima Yi had also become Sima Ying's puppet. Every day, a copy of official documents had to be sent to Sima Ying. Then, after Sima Ying made a decision, it was handed back to Sima Yi for further processing.

From Luoyang to Yecheng, and then from Yecheng to Luoyang, many horses were exhausted.

However, even if everyone knew it, they wouldn’t say anything. At least the short-term peace now gives people a chance to breathe. "Is your father back from Tai'an County?" Mao Hongmao asked, "Counting the days, he won't be back until May Day."

"A few old servants from the Yang family came over. They all watched the third sister grow up. The third sister has a child. What is most lacking now is the manpower to take care of the child. These people need to help." Yang Xiankang The meal was plentiful and delicious, but in a blink of an eye there was nothing left on the table.

"The emperor actually agreed?" Mao Hongmao was still a little surprised, because this was against the rules. In addition, it was quite willful for the Yang brothers to run away from the school training ground with such a bad excuse.

"Hey, at least he will agree to it when it comes to the third sister." Yang Xiankang chuckled and gave the last piece of cake to his eldest brother, "Brother, this roll with eggs is particularly delicious."

The way Yang Xianyong eats burritos turns out to be so good-looking. But Mao Hongmao didn't know why. He suddenly remembered that this was also a young general in the rumors. He was said to have killed a hundred and one heads... Hey, he shuddered and stopped looking at him. He just shouted to the young man. : "Bring over another plate of fried eggs. I remember there is a plate of pickled radishes on the stove, so I brought it over quickly."

"Pickled radish? Come on, pack it for me and I'll take it to Third Sister, she likes to eat it." Yang Xiankang said with a smile, "I heard her talk about you pickling radish in Jinyong City a few days ago. "

Mao Hongmao laughed again. Although life in Jinyong City was frightening, he could still find a lot of fun. Yang Xianrong is not a timid woman, she is elegant and neat, and she really has the temperament of a queen.

"Has the palace prepared anything for the Cold Food Festival? Do you want me to prepare something more to send over?" Mao Hongmao asked.

"Probably not. The third sister was so upset by the little princess. She even said she didn't expect such a little person to be so difficult to take care of..." Yang Xiangkang said this and saw Yang Xianyong. He actually showed a smile and said in surprise: "Brother, you finally smiled, and the anger you felt when you woke up this morning has dissipated..."

"Why am I so angry? It's not because you insist on wrestling with Qin Chaoge. Humph, he actually laughed at me for not having enough arm strength to fully draw the iron bow nine times in a row, just like how powerful he is."

"Hey, brother, you didn't know this. He can really do it nine times, or even more. He has been practicing this since he was a child. We really can't compare." Yang Xiankang wanted to scratch his oily hands. He scratched his hair and was held down by Yang Xianyong.

"You'd better take a shower when we enter the palace later. It really stinks."

"Hey, big brother, it was you who made me run ten laps on the school field this morning, and now I'm covered in stinky sweat. Don't blame me." Yang Xiankang even started to act coquettishly.

"This is called winter training, three nine days, and summer training..."

"It's spring and the flowers are blooming..."

The two brothers are quite interesting, one has a straight face and the other is lazy.

Mao Hongmao had already put the pickled radish into the food box. He looked at the two of them with eyes full of love, "Today's pickled radish is a bit sour. Let's see if the Queen likes it? I remember your brother Liu Yao Liu back then. I like this very much... Speaking of which, there has been no news since he left."

Yang Xianyong's expression changed slightly and he turned his head. Yang Xiankang immediately took the food box and said with a smile: "Then who knows? I'm just here to play. Isn't it normal to leave and not contact me anymore?"

"Indeed, maybe we can see each other again in the future." Mao Hongmao sighed deeply. In these troubled times, who knows if we can see each other again? Perhaps, everyone is a passer-by, and the meeting of everyone is the last time in this life.