Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

After an autumn rain and a cold, the big butler Zhao of the Liang Kingdom's mansion left a few harsh words and walked away angrily.

Wei Yang just took the rattle and tiger shoes he bought as if nothing had happened.

He squatted down and teased the two children who were hiding in the back room for fear of life.

"Daddy's beard... piercing the face! It hurts!"

"Daddy! I want to ride a big horse!"

"..."

The lively voice of chattering made Wei Yang's frowning brows relax.

He held a small baby in one hand, his strong arms upside down.

It made the two children squeak and laugh, and the rattle rang loudly.

"Be careful, don't fall."

The woman in the jingchai cloth skirt leaned against the door and said softly.

"Dad! Fly higher! I will also learn martial arts in the future, and I can fly to the sky..."

The laughter and laughter full of childishness and childishness echoed in the small courtyard for a long time.

Wait until the night is getting darker and have dinner.

The woman coaxed the baby to sleep and brought hot water to wash her husband's feet.

Wei Yang hurriedly took the wooden basin and said:

"I'm a rude person, and I can't stand being served by others. I'll just let me do this by myself in the future."

The woman smiled at her husband, shook her head and said:

"This is what the slave family should do, and I am willing and happy.

Husband, the guest who came today has an unusual identity, right? "

Wei Yang stepped into the scalding hot water, raised his eyebrows and said:

"It's just a dog fighting against people."

That Duke Liang is indeed powerful.

Even in the courtroom is quite domineering.

Often the elder of His Royal Highness the Prince himself.

In recent years, he has been included in dozens of books by the Censor Desk for occupying fields and raising slaves.

However, he still sits firmly on Diaoyutai, and his power is not reduced by half.

For ordinary people to be able to cling to it, I just feel that the ancestral grave is smoking.

But in his life, Wei Yang hated the most powerful officials and ministers who ran rampant and never treated mud-legged people as human beings.

Originally, seeing the arrogant face of the big butler Zhao, I was already unhappy.

When you hear that Ji Yuan's name is to be crossed out, please help Yang Xiu.

The anger filled his chest even more, and he wanted to throw people out the door.

"My husband is unwilling to stoop to serve these high-ranking officials. The slave family thinks it's okay. Peace and security are blessings."

The woman sat on the bed and spoke softly.

"You don't have to worry, Duke Liang is also a big man with a face.

Besides, it is the national policy set by the sages to select talents for the martial arts hall. From the crown prince's cabinet to the six officials, no one is allowed to meddle in secretly and interfere.

This is taboo! No one dares to openly cause trouble! "

Wei Yang took his wife's hand and said in a slow tone:

"If you really want to blame it, Chai Zhang will not sit idly by."

The woman leaned on her husband's generous chest, lowered her head and asked:

"Husband really appreciates that Liaodong candidate, I think you sent him all the snowflakes and silver snakes that were sent by the martial arts hall.

You are already in poor health, and every time you arrive, your qi and blood will be low, causing cold symptoms, so you don't keep some for yourself. "

There was a bit of anger in the soft and soft tone.

Hearing his wife's question, Wei Yang suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, he said:

"My hometown is in Dongshan Mansion. At that time, the saints had just settled the world, and it was not so peaceful.

There was a drought in the three states, and the family couldn't support so many mouths.

So I joined the army when I was thirteen, just to have a bite to eat.

Later, I went to Shuofengguan with Governor Tan Da and went to Shuofengguan with passion. Lao Cheng and I got to know each other at that time. "

Wei Yang had a rare look of nostalgia on his face, hugged his wife, and said softly:

"I stayed in Shuofengguan for eight years and became a guerrilla general.

After a few years, Governor Tan was transferred back to Tianjing, and he originally wanted to bring his old subordinates with him.

I didn't agree, saying that a man's fame and fame should be earned by himself, rather than being promoted by nobles.

Lao Cheng said that my temper was too strong and reckless, and I didn't know how to obey the rules of the world, and I would suffer a big loss sooner or later.

Hey, I didn't think so, I really told him that I was kicked out of Flying Bear Guard not long after I collided with a powerful person.

Over the years, I have experienced wind, frost, snow and rain, and I finally understand a truth.

Among the trillions of creatures in the world, some are born like a dragon turning clouds and rain, and they are destined to stand in the tide, while others have muddy feet and wind and rain on their heads, risking their lives for only one future.

Me and Kuro are the same, there is nothing, just a sense of heart.

Back then, when I asked for my future, I was supported by Governor Tan and Lao Cheng. Now it's my turn to hold an umbrella for Jiulang. "

Wei Yang remembered the young man from Liaodong who first entered the lecture hall and pulled up a thousand jins of copper pillars.

"A man's reputation should be taken from a knife... Hahaha, is this kid a bit similar to me? It's a pity, I'm not a great master of the sky like Governor Tan, and this umbrella won't last long."

The woman listened quietly. She actually didn't know much about the battlefield and the courtroom.

But I like to hear it very much, because when my husband talks about this, he has a heroic spirit.

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In the inner city of Tianjing, the government of Liangguo.

This deep house compound with five entrances and five exits is next to Zhengyangmen, and next door is the vacant Ningwang mansion.

On this street, there is no high-ranking court official below the second rank, which is dubbed "Gonghoufang" by outsiders.

The big housekeeper Zhao, who was wearing a satin robe, went all the way unobstructed and came to the main room of the second yard.

Along the way, maids, servants, and nursing homes are like clouds. Whenever they see him, they should bow and say hello, bow their heads and salute.

As we all know, the Duke of Liang was extremely strict in administering his family, as in administering the army.

There is no room for overstepping.

Every year, there are at least a dozen or twenty servants who are beaten to death and fill wells because of trivial matters.

The majestic butler Zhao came to the second yard and immediately put away his arrogance.

Bend down and wait outside, waiting for the master's summons.

After the handmaiden was passed on, a gentle and gentle voice came from inside:

"Zhao Er has returned to the mansion? Pass him in."

The big butler Zhao didn't dare to come out, so he lowered his head and got in.

The spacious main room can only be described as luxurious and luxurious.

Near the window is a large case of red sandalwood carvings of dragons worth thousands of dollars, on which is a small square cauldron of Yun Dingzhai, and the incense of Longyan is lit in it.

As for the Four Treasures of the Study and Celebrity Copybooks, they are piled up like a mountain, and they are very valuable.

Going further inside, the warm aroma is coming.

The ground dragon is actually laid, and even if it is cold in late autumn, the interior is still as warm as spring.

"Looking at your face, this is something that has not been done well?"

On a large couch with a soft mattress sat a young man with a plain appearance and a domineering aura that could not be concealed from the corners of his eyes and brows.

"After my father didn't go to the court very often, even the instructor of the martial arts hall dared not give face to our imperial government?"

Butler Zhao shrank his neck and answered honestly:

"Master Cheng, Wei Yang doesn't know what's good or bad, the old slave has a way to clean up.

The government really wants to finish this matter and make Master Huo famous in Tianjin. In fact, it is more convenient to find Chai Qingshan, and his words have more weight. "

The young man known as "Master Cheng" raised his eyebrows and sneered:

"It's actually a trivial matter for the little wolf cub to compete for the fame of martial arts, but for several years, the Duke of Yue and the Marquis of Yangwu have been stealing the limelight. My father didn't say it on the surface, but he was very unhappy.

Moreover, this time I have to lose to others. I heard that a Liaodong mud-legged man took the first title in the first test of archery. Where should the face of the Duke of Liang's government be put? "

Butler Zhao nodded vigorously, and repeatedly said:

"Master is right."

The young man held two iron galleries in his hands, twirling them constantly, and said in a flat voice:

"You go to the Imperial Physician Bureau to buy two Qi-nourishing Pills, so that Yang Xiu can break through earlier, the racecourse and the arena must never lose again.

Also, this wolf cub is disobedient, you tell Wang Wu to watch it carefully, and don't make any more troubles.

Recently, there has been wind on it, the saint... may be going out of the customs.

The prince, several princes, and my father are very concerned about it.

This time, the martial arts competition is bigger than the Kyushu Lei, and it is impossible to say that it will be very grand. It is placed in the imperial city, and everyone wants to have a face.

If Saint Mond is favored, it will be incredible. "

Butler Zhao was stunned.

Saints coming?

This is a big deal!

The prince supervised the country for twenty years.

There's never been anything wrong.

There has always been a saying in the outside world that if the saint comes to the dynasty again, he will be passed down as the prince and become the emperor himself.

"What about Liaodong's mud legs?"

Butler Zhao asked.

"Yang Xiu learned from my father's dragon and tiger snatch, took two qi nourishing elixir, and saved a year of internal training. If he can't fight a military household without family background, who can blame him? Let him Just go to Jiubian yourself!"

The young man narrowed his eyes and snorted:

"Ji Yuan? Ji Jiulang? All these scumbags want to be Zong Pingnan. How do they know that General Zong is the fate of 'seven killings', how can they be compared to ordinary people!"