It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 617: How Kind the Son of an Old Friend Is

Yang Xianyong felt quite embarrassed being held like this, especially since Liang Wenbao was a fat man. His legs couldn't bear much force hanging on him, and he was a little unstable.

Li Lianhua immediately stood up and supported Yang Xianyong. The other deputy generals also came over and asked, "What's going on?"

"Master Liang, please don't get too excited."

"Deputy General Yang has a leg injury..."

"What happened? Could it be that Lord Liang knows our Deputy General Yang?"

"Oh, oh, oh, I was too excited. I lost my composure. I lost my composure. Please don't be offended, Vice General Yang. General Li, Vice General He, Vice General Li, Vice General Chang, Vice General Yu, please don't laugh at me."

He let go of his hand and supported Yang Xianyong. Liang Wenbao was a little embarrassed and said, "Please sit down. Please sit down. I am sorry for being rude."

Yang Xianyong grinned, indicating that it was no problem. Li Lianhua had already spoken, asking the reason. In fact, this matter was not complicated. Liang Wenbao went to Luoyang to take the imperial examination and met Yang Xuanzhi. The two of them appreciated each other and were candidates in the same period, so they naturally had a good relationship. Later, they served in the court together, both starting as minor officials.

Yang Xuanzhi's path to promotion was faster because of his background. In a few years, he had already entered the center of power in the dynasty. But he was still a minor official and had no chance to display his talents.

But Yang Xuanzhi did not deliberately alienate this friend. He still went to drink and chat with him whenever he had time, just like before. It was not until the year Yang Xianyong was born that Liang Wenbao got the opportunity to serve as an official in the local area.

Although Fengyang City is not big, it is at least a place where he can exercise power independently and regard himself as a leader. It is much better than being a minor official in Luoyang and doing insignificant things every day.

Later, he also found out that this was also the result of Yang Xuanzhi finding someone to smooth things over. After all, he didn't want to see his friend getting more and more depressed, and he was extremely unhappy when drinking, and always had to get drunk before he stopped.

But after Liang Wenbao left Luoyang, he never had the chance to return to Luoyang. Because at that time, the Eight Kings had already started the rebellion, and Jia Nanfeng began to control the government again. Local officials like him had no say, and naturally would not be summoned back to Luoyang to report on his work.

This was the result, year after year. At first, he and Yang Xuanzhi kept in touch through letters, but later, they only wrote once every one or two years. As the war intensified, they lost contact.

Of course, he also knew that Yang Xianrong had become the Queen of Jin, that Yang Xuanzhi had died of illness, and that the idiot Emperor Sima Zhong had died... However, he didn't know too many things until some time had passed. Even if he was sad, he could only relieve it by drinking a lot of wine.

Who would have thought that I would meet the son of an old friend today.

It is also because Yang Xianyong looks very similar to his father Yang Xuanzhi, and in Liang Wenbao's impression, Yang Xuanzhi is still that handsome young man.

He really wanted to cry loudly, but he couldn't cry in front of the younger generation.

After letting go, he kept staring at Yang Xianyong's face, his lips trembling. Everyone didn't expect that there would be such a "friend recognition" drama just for a welcoming banquet, and they were a little sad. However, everyone was also very happy. After all, with this relationship, they could not say that they had no connection with Fengyang City.

Yang Xianyong also felt a little emotional. When talking to his father's friends, especially those when his father was young, they should know a lot of stories about him.

If he hadn't decided early on to go to the parade ground after dinner to check on the Fengyang City militia, he would probably have sat down and had a good chat with him.

"My dear nephew, when you are done, you must have a drink with me!" Liang Wenbao's eyes were red and full of anticipation.

"Okay." Yang Xianyong didn't want to go because the man was too enthusiastic, but he couldn't refuse, so he just agreed. Unexpectedly, Li Lianhua was quite happy, standing beside him and said: "Since Lord Liang has been to Luoyang, he must know my father. I will join you later and have a drink."

"Oh, it would be better if General Li came." Liang Wenbao smiled happily.

"It's settled then." Li Lianhua also smiled, "Then let's go to the training ground first."

"Okay, okay, I'll lead the way." Although the relationship has become much closer, everyone still has to do things according to their official rank. Liang Wenbao quickly led the way and asked everyone to go to the parade ground to see his militia.

The militia was said to have 5,000 people, but there were definitely less than 5,000 people present, because there was no uniform clothing, and everyone came here in their own clothes. Obviously, there were farmers, shop assistants, peddlers, blacksmiths, cooks, and even singers in taverns... There were really all kinds of people.

This group of people also seemed very undisciplined. While standing in the middle of the training ground waiting, they were already chatting. Some people felt tired and sat cross-legged on the ground... This formed a sharp contrast with the "Liu" army standing nearby. Even Liang Wenbao felt a little embarrassed and kept saying, "These people are all strong men in Fengyang City. Organizing them will be more or less useful. But, because they usually have their own things to do, it is actually quite difficult to get together for training."

Li Lianhua and Yang Xianyong stopped talking, but their faces looked a little bad. They looked at each other and were thinking: If this group of people were to deal with the legendary Feng Ye, they would not be a match at all, so they would be robbed repeatedly.

"Let them go back first." Li Lianhua said, and Liang Wenbao quickly asked the militia to disband. These people didn't expect that no one would say anything, but the people in the front row saw Li Lianhua and others walking around and felt very strange. Someone who was familiar with Liang Wenbao asked, "Sir, are we going to disband now?"

"Well, go back quickly." Liang Wenbao waved his hand and asked his attendants and advisors to coordinate this matter. He said to Li Lianhua with a little embarrassment: "General, please don't laugh at me. Fengyang City doesn't have much revenue on weekdays, so we can't support the army. The militiamen don't have any salary either. They rely entirely on their sincere hearts to protect the safety of Fengyang City."

"Yes, I understand." Li Lianhua nodded again, "Have you prepared any military rations for us to come this time?"

"Well, this is only enough food for three days." Liang Wenbao lowered his head.

"About this matter..." Li Lianhua looked at the scattered militias leaving the scene again, and asked again: "When other generals came here to suppress the bandits, why did they all leave in the end?"

"It's because Master Feng is so elusive. He suddenly appeared in the middle of the night several times and chopped off many generals' heads... Well, anyway, no one knew where Master Feng came from, and he frightened everyone, so they all withdrew." Liang Wenbao lowered his head even more, especially when he talked about Master Feng chopping off heads, his voice was much lower, fearing that the female general Li Lianhua would be scared, so he added: "General, don't worry, we'll arrange for you to stay in the government office this time, so you must be safe."