Eight Young Masters of Yang Family Generals

"Brother Yang, what happened to him?" Nan Nan who rushed over asked Ke'er in a low voice.

"Hush!" Ke'er made a silent gesture, leaned close to Nan Nan's ear and said softly, "Brother Yang is in a bad mood, let him be quiet!"

Nan Nan nodded and sighed softly: "Brother Yang was right just now, but I don't even want to go to the Imperial College with that Liu Shengnan to study, they really hate it."

Ke'er nodded and said, "I think so too, but Brother Yang will definitely not agree. He wants us to be happy, so we'll just listen to him and study hard when we go there."

Nan Nan let out a "huh" before lowering her head and said, "Brother Yang, he is a good man! He is the best man in the world!"

Ke'er bit her lip, looking at the passers-by on the street who were pointing at Master and Brother Yang, she suddenly became angry, and wanted to beat them all up, but she held back and just stood up for Brother Yang. I don't think it's worth it.

"Yang Lang, let me tell you a joke!" Sang Yuchu didn't care whether Yang Yanrong listened or not, and said to himself: "The farmer drove his donkey into the city, and met a rascal, and the rascal asked, 'Have you eaten yet? ’ The farmer said: ‘Eat it!’ But the rascal said: ‘I’m asking about the donkey!’ The farmer turned around and slapped the donkey twice, saying: ‘I’m dishonest! I don’t even say anything about my relatives in the city!’ Heck, Yang Lang, isn't it funny?"

Yang Yanrong was speechless, and sighed: "Yu Chu, have you forgotten that I told you this story?"

Sang Yuchu smiled slightly, gently stroked the black hair beside Yang Lang's ear, and said softly: "Yang Lang, don't care what others think, no matter how you look at it, you will always be my Yang Lang, my best Yang Lang !" When she said this, she suddenly blushed, reaching to the base of her neck, and said quietly: "I will allow you to come to my room at night!"

When Yang Yanrong heard the words, his eyes lit up immediately, and the depression just now was swept away, and he said: "Honey, what are we waiting for? Hurry up and go back to 'practice'!"

Speaking of "practice", Sang Yuchu immediately hesitated, this bad guy always likes to refer to it as "practice!"

Yang Yanrong chuckled, put one arm around Yuchu's slender waist, and said loudly: "The ones behind, let's go home!"

In this era, he made such an outrageous move, hugging a young woman in the street, without any sense of shame at all, walking all the way, spitting all over the ground

Yang Yanrong shook his head and smiled secretly, and said, "Yu Chu, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid! I'm not afraid of them!" Yu Chu snorted and said, "I'm willing to be carried away by Yang Lang, they are jealous."

Yang Yanrong smiled and said: "That's right! In fact, many people also have this idea, but they dare not put it into action. They don't want to see the good of others. This is called Mensao in later generations, ha ha!"

Sang Yuchu boldly raised her head, even her chest was raised high, allowing passers-by to see her happy face.

"This kid is a little too courageous!" Zhe Saihua, who was walking at the back, chuckled lightly, and said, "He has the demeanor of his father back then!"

Yang Paifeng smiled and said: "Taijun, did Ling Gong carry you in the street like this back then?"

Zhe Saihua laughed, with a look of nostalgia in her eyes, and said softly: "When Yang Ye came to our Zhe family to propose marriage, my father made a request to let him carry me around the city of Fuzhou. Otherwise, he would not marry me to him. Unexpectedly, Yang Ye ran away with me behind his back, and ran three laps along Fuzhou City before returning to my home to propose marriage. On the way, those of us Brothers and brothers chased after him with their soldiers, but in the end they didn't chase him."

Yang Paifeng giggled when he heard this, and said: "Taijun, Balang really looks like Linggong. Pan Mei asked him to spend 1000 million guan to marry his daughter, but in the end he added 5000 million guan. Isn’t this just like a father like a son? How similar is it to Duke Ling back then?”

Zhe Saihua nodded, and sighed: "That's right! It's very similar. Paifeng, don't you think it's really indecent for Balang to do this?"

"How could it be? I think Hachiro has a real temperament, he can do whatever he wants without hypocrisy. Compared with those gentle-speaking scholars, Hachiro is far superior to them."

Zhe Saihua smiled and said: "Paifeng, you are a Han. I am really surprised to have such an idea. My Zhe family is originally a descendant of Xianbei people, and the folk customs are much more open than your Han family's children, but this kind of behavior is openly exposed on the street. There are not many cuddles. This child is really becoming more and more popular, why did I hit him back then?"

Yang Paifeng took Zhe Saihua's hand and said with a smile: "Taijun, when you beat Balang, I was cooking in the kitchen. Later, I heard from Lao Qi that Lao Ba was very stubborn and annoyed you. That’s why your leading crutch was beaten.”

Zhe Saihua looked at the two chattering and laughing figures in front of her, and sighed: "I was really hot-tempered that day, and it almost caused a disaster. Now I see Yu Chu, but the son and the daughter are both gentle-tempered , skillful and dignified, she is a well-behaved and sensible woman, and it would be a good match for Hachiro."

Yang Paifeng and Zhe Saihua followed behind and kept talking about Yang Yanrong. Of course, Yang Paifeng didn't dare to say anything about Ke'er's life experience, but just talked about interesting things that happened along the way in the south of the Yangtze River. Taijun Zhe couldn't help nodding and chuckling.

Yang Paifeng glanced at Zhe Saihua, and said with a smile: "Taijun, have you found out that you are laughing more today than in the past few years."

"Really?" Zhe Saihua thought for a while, and then said: "Indeed! Ever since this Balang child arrived at Yang's house today, I was very happy in my heart. I always felt like I saw Yang Ye back then. Oh, look. This person is getting old, so he thinks a lot! Yang Ye has been busy with military affairs these years, and he seldom returned to the mansion. Those seven boys were stupid and didn't have his father's temper at all, but the old seven was a bit like , but go out all day to cause trouble."

Yang Paifeng smiled and said: "Taijun, why are you so old, you look very young now."

"You are so young, almost 50 years old, no matter how young you are, you just lie to me!" Even though I said this, I was very happy in my heart.

Soon, the group returned to the small house, and Zhe Saihua felt a kind of warmth that he had never felt before. The family sat together, eating melons and fruits, listening to the little joke that Yang Yanrong told everyone, It made a bunch of women laugh.

"This is a home!" Zhe Saihua sighed secretly, and she finally understood why those boys were always willing to stay here and didn't want to go back.