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The continuous autumn rain dispelled the high temperature and heat of Chang'an City for more than a month. The almost dry lotus pond in the back garden of Xining Hou Mansion was rippling with autumn water at this time. With the nourishment of rain, the weeping willows on the shore also took off their old clothes and put on a new green.

On the path made of green bricks by the lotus pond, two little maids chasing and playing while cleaning the fallen leaves.

Meng Xifan leisurely walked along the trail. After more than a month of careful care, his body has recovered and has gradually adapted to his new identity - Yang Hao, the young master of the Xining Hou Mansion.

The two sweeping maids saw the young master coming over and hurriedly stepped forward to kneel down and bow to him. Yang Hao hated these complicated courtesy, so he waved his hand and said impatiently: "Where do you get so many rules? Get up." The two maids stood up, but still lowered their heads and dared not move. Yang Hao shook his head helplessly, wiped his body and walked over.

The maid in the green skirt looked at Yang Hao's back as he left, and said excitedly: "Dalang was sick, as if he had changed his own person, and his temper was much better." The maid in the red skirt disagreed: "But he is much stupider. He doesn't even know who the Holy Emperor is today. Are you ridiculous?" The two little maids covered their mouths and laughed secretly when they said this.

Yang Hao really didn't know who the emperor is today. He was not very interested in history classes in middle school, and it became common for him to fail. Later, he went to a science and engineering university, and his major had nothing to do with history. Although he had a mother who was an associate professor in the history department, his mind was still too unfamiliar with history and the Tang Dynasty, too sketchy, and too wide-ranging.

I only regret that I only have few books when I use them!

It is the ninth year of Dahe in the Tang Dynasty. Who is the year of "Dahe"? Who is his surname? His birth and death year, what did he do during his reign? What are his faults?... Everything is blank and nothing is known.

"Li Shimin, Wu Zetian, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Yang Guifei, Zhenguan rule, Daming Palace, Kaiyuan prosperity, Anshi Rebellion, Ganlu Change, Zhu Wen..." Yang Hao tried hard to recall the little memories of the Tang Dynasty, and then carefully recorded them on a rough piece of paper. He wrote with a brush naturally not as fast as a fountain pen. The ballpoint pen came quickly, and what was even more terrifying was that he often picked up his pen and forgot his words. What was the solution? They were all the sequelae left by long-term use of computers.

There were so many words on a piece of paper that Yang Hao emptied all the information about the Tang Dynasty in his mind after only three pieces of paper. Now, in order to be a qualified subject of the Tang Dynasty, he had to bite the bullet and chew those thread-bound books. Destiny, why did he make such a joke with me!

It doesn’t matter whether the book is line-based or glue-on. The key is the text in the book. Although it is also square Chinese characters, the color of the characters is traditional. It makes people dizzy when they look at it at first sight. What makes people even more crazy is that there are no punctuation marks throughout the article. This is not a big problem for those with solid ancient literature, but Yang Hao secretly complained: I have been busy memorizing aBc for so many years, and my own language and writing have been thrown into Java.

Unfortunately, Yang Hao had to start from scratch. It would be better to be a child of a prince. The mansion set up a private school and hired three teachers to attend the hall. Yang Hao could ask them for advice at any time. After all, it was passed down from Chinese civilization. In just one month, Yang Hao roughly mastered the skills of breaking sentences. As for the traditional Chinese characters in the book, Yang Hao also roughly found the internal connection with simplified characters. If he couldn't write them, he finally couldn't recognize them.

Since the first day he woke up, Yang Hao has been paying attention to his words and deeds, fearing that if he accidentally reveals his flaws, he will show that he is a fake substitute, which is enough to make him die without a place to die. But soon after, he found out that his worries were completely redundant. His predecessor was a ignorant and erratic playboy. Any strange behavior of his family and friends seemed to be normal.

He fights with others, but others can't drink him. He draws his sword and stabs your thigh, saying that he wants to punish you; he doesn't drink others, so he draws his sword and stabs others' thigh, saying that you have bullied him. The servants and maids at home can hit him, raise his legs, and kick him, and press them on the bed. It's his old lady, Mrs. Zhang, who turns against you when she says she turns against you, and always distinguishes others from others.

It's okay if you just behave erratic. The audience's meaning is that the young master of the Hou Mansion is probably a little uncomfortable. For example, if you ask him, "Who is one pound of cloth or one pound of iron?" He replied, "Are you stupid? Of course, it's one pound of iron!"

Because of this, Yang Hao was able to complete the transformation of his life role calmly.

There is a forest of osmanthus flowers on the south side of the Lotus Pond. The three consecutive months of drought have made the osmanthus flowers bloom much less than in previous years. However, once you are still shrouded in fragrance, the refreshing fragrance will immediately fascinate you. The only drawback is that there is too much rain on the leaves of the osmanthus trees, and the clothes on your body are completely wet after walking a few steps in the forest.

At the end of the osmanthus forest is a mound, and on the slope of the mound is a small tea garden. The climate in Chang'an is long in winter and short in summer, dry and cold and rainy, which is not suitable for tea trees to grow. However, the tea produced in this tea garden in the Hou Mansion of Xining is not used for drinking, but serves as a ingredient for making spices. There is a workshop specializing in the making of spices. The spices produced by the Hou Mansion of Xining are of various varieties and high-quality quality. The sales income is an important income from the mansion.

The Xining Marquis Mansion was founded seventeen years ago. That year, the Tubo and Nanzhao coalition forces besieged Chengdu. Yang Qing, then the General of the Right Guard, was ordered to lead a 20,000 army into Sichuan. After months of fighting under the city of Chengdu, he defeated the coalition forces of the two countries. The news of the victory came, and the government and the country were celebrated. Emperor Xianzong Li Chunlong was very happy and issued an edict to grant Yang Qing the title of the Xining Marquis, and to build a marquis mansion with a reward of 1,000 taels and a thousand acres of fertile land. Unfortunately, before the mansion was completed, Yang Qing died of illness under the city of Shouzhou, Huainan.

At the age of fifteen, Yang Hao followed the order to join the army of the Eighth-rank Right Guard Cavalry. The left and right guards were originally the twelve guards in the southern yamen of the Tang Dynasty. After the middle Tang Dynasty, the military system of the palace collapsed, and the twelve guards were useless, becoming a place for meritorious and nobles to live in old age.

Yang Hao served as the cavalry officer for more than a year and only went there three times. The first time was to receive his salary, the second time was to receive his salary, and the third time was to receive his salary. After that, he was too lazy to even receive his salary in person, and he never saw him in the camp of the Right Guard again.

There is a quiet courtyard on the east side of the tea garden. The three-character courtyard of "Wijiantang" is carved on the stone on the front of the door. This is Yang Hao's practice room. There is a camphor tree in the southeast and northwest corners of the courtyard, which is as thick as a cover to hide from the sun and rain. As a general, Yang Hao did not like to study, but liked to practice martial arts. He started practicing martial arts at the age of four and never interrupted for twelve years. His kung fu skills are quite commendable. The prodigal son of Chang'an gave him a nickname: "Daibawang". "Daibawang" means that others are not smart enough, and "Daibawang" admits that he has good kung fu.

Yang Hao pushed open the wooden door of the sword hall, and the weapons on the front were large and small, with more than a dozen weapons - guns inserted in length and short, all of which were guns. "The stick is the ancestor of hundreds of soldiers, and the guns are the dominant of the army." It is very difficult to practice guns, but after training, it is amazingly powerful. Zhao Zilong, a famous general of the Three Kingdoms, and Yue Wumu, who loyally serves the country, are all masters who use guns.

Yang Hao pulled out a large gun about two meters long. The wooden gun rod was oiled with tung oil, and it showed a purple-red color like purple jade, which was smooth but not slippery. The gun weighed more than 20 kilograms and it was not difficult to pick it up. Yang Hao was worried that he could not dance it. Will the hard work of "Daiton King" for more than ten years be left to him?

However, once the spear is in his hand, he immediately realizes that his worries are completely unnecessary. He moves his heart, and the gun moves, and the gun moves with his heart, chops, smashes, collapses, and stabs, and picks it up with his heart, without any effort. A wonderful warm current comes out of the dantian and flows quickly throughout his body. Every muscle is full of spirituality, as if he wants to move by himself. When the heart is alive, the gun will be alive.

Yang Hao couldn't help laughing loudly. Even though "Daibawang" has many different things, it has one extremely valuable quality - generosity. He left his body, identity, infamy and martial arts... everything to himself without reservation. Yang Hao threw away his spear, knelt on his knees, raised his head to the blue sky, and silently prayed that the "Daibawang" spirit in the sky would ascend to the paradise of paradise as soon as possible.

A sweet laugh suddenly came from the gate of the courtyard: "So you are here."

The person who spoke was Mrs. Zhang's personal maid Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu was only sixteen years old and had a round face. She had a plump and round figure, smooth and moist skin, and was able to break. When she smiled, she had two shallow dimples on her face and two cute little tiger teeth.

Seeing Yang Hao kneeling on the ground, Xiaoyu walked forward and helped him up in two steps. While slapped the dust on his body, he complained: "You are coming, you should tell me, I can clean it for you." He took out his handkerchief and tried to wipe the sweat on Yang Hao's face. Yang Hao gave it to him, took the handkerchief and wiped it himself, and asked her: "Is there anything you need to ask me for?"

"What did you say? Madam asked me to serve you. You ran to this sword and gun without a sound, and what should I do if you are exhausted?" Xiaoyu took back his handkerchief and wanted to help Yang Hao wipe it, but Yang Hao took it aside again.

"I'm so bored alone, I'm out for a walk. By the way, I'll say hello to these old friends who have been reunited for a long time. I'll worry about you, so I'll accompany you." Yang Hao smiled and apologized for her.

In this marquis mansion close to the imperial city, there are 42 slaves, both men and women. However, they are both slaves, but their status is different. In addition to the three housekeepers, there are several maids in the inner courtyard, including Mrs. Zhang's two personal maids, one is named Qing'er, and the other is Xiaoyu in front of you. Qing'er is two years older than Xiaoyu, tall, but thin, afraid of people, like an uneven bamboo pole, straight up and down. Her skin is white but rough and dull, her voice is dry and cold and stiff when she speaks, and her eyes are as cold as awl.

On the contrary, Xiaoyu's expression was very changeable when speaking, and her tone was clear and gentle, like a chirping lark. She was lively and gentle, and she was understanding. Yang Hao did not have any psychological pressure in front of her.

"Oh, don't do this, I can't stand it." Xiaoyu sneered and moved away, holding his left elbow with his right hand and shaking his handkerchief with his left hand, looking like he was ignoring his answer. Yang Hao smiled and asked again:

"I have something unknown, please give me advice."

"I dare not give advice, I will speak out without knowing anything, I will speak for myself."

"Qing'er, she, have I offended her before? Why do she always look at me strangely?" Yang Hao said a question that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

"Don't you remember?" Xiaoyu snorted in his nose, his face turned very strange, "You can forget it all."

She suddenly became excited and said in a sarcastic tone: "What did you do on your birthday on June 8 last year?! I got drunk after drinking a few glasses of wine. I was so sad that you usually boasted that you were not drunk. What did you do with the wine?... She was a cold-faced and soft-hearted person. She was wronged and thought about dying by herself. If it were me...I..." Xiaoyu's words stopped abruptly, her cheeks flushed, and her plump breasts were undulating rapidly.

"If it were me, I would have cut that disaster. It seems that you can still harm people in the future." Xiaoyu bit his lip and made his fingers into scissors.

Yang Hao was speechless, and the matter seemed to be like this: at his birthday banquet, he wanted to give up Qing'er by drinking, and Qing'er fought to the death before she escaped.

Yang Hao was surprised that he was not the ridiculousness of the Daemon King. Just because of his understanding of him these days, it was normal for him to do such things. Not only did he not feel any guilt, he might also feel at ease, which was a reward for Qing'er. Originally, no matter how favored Qing'er was, she was just a slave. She was a lowly person and had a life like a cow and a horse. The master was willing to favor you and take you as a concubine. It was your fate. If your belly could compete for a little in the future, you would have been considered a perfect merit in this life.

But this little woman just didn't know what she knew. In order to avoid humiliation, she even wanted her life!

Yang Hao lowered his head dejectedly, and he slapped himself on the face from left to right, his lips trembled twice, and he said in pain: "I deserve to die!"

This strange behavior made Xiaoyu both touched and distressed. What moved her was that the live treasure in front of her became kind, reasonable and responsible after a serious illness. What made her feel distressed was that forcing him to admit his mistakes was really a bit of his temperament and wronged him.

She held his hand and advised with tears in her eyes: "Little ancestor, please spare me, don't slander yourself. Life and death are destined to be rich and noble. We were born with this fate, and we were not yours sooner or later. I hope you only hope that you will be willing to serve you for more than ten years of hard work and hard work, just don't slander us too much."

After hearing this, Yang Hao turned his worries into joy. He held Xiaoyu's hand and sweared: "Don't worry, I will treat you two well, just like my own sister."

"Who is your own sister?" Xiaoyu burst out laughing and then turned cold again, "Your personal sister is in Mengzhou. If she wants her to hear you, she will carefully expose your skin."

Yang Hao felt dizzy again: He had a sister in Mengzhou, which was the first time he heard about it. He was about to ask what happened, and suddenly there was a loud shout outside the courtyard: "Yang San, get out of here!"

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Chapter completed!