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Chapter Fifty-Four

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    After watching the bloody "meeting ceremony" presented by the old general of the Yang family to everyone, soon some servants took Wen Qian and the others to the wing to rest.

    Although the second grandson looked like a little boy picked up by the side of the road, Mr. Yang was more polite to the guests and the little girl, at least he didn't beat them out with a stick.  It can be said to be amiable.

    Ling Ge was fortunate to live with Wen Qian, and had never slept in such a big and beautiful bed. The little girl was obviously very excited, and happily packed her luggage beside her.

    Wen Qian sat with her legs crossed for a while, then got up and walked outside casually.

    Yang Jin lived in the east courtyard, and they were in the west. They crossed the main courtyard and came to the small garden. As soon as they entered the door, they could smell the familiar smell of wound plaster.

    He took off his outer shirt and put it by his hand, exposing the upper half of his body in the cold weather, and taught Wenqian to feel the chill when he opened the door like this, so he raised his head and smiled at her.

    Sure enough, the old man didn't release the water, saying that twenty sticks are twenty sticks, and the beating was very neat, and those long bruises were clearly visible on his skin.

    "Do you know it hurts now?" Wen Qian snorted, closed the door facing him, folded her arms with both hands, and walked over pretending to be casual, "I let you show off, you deserve it."

    Yang Jin followed her all the way to the bedside, and handed the medicine bottle up, "Actually, it doesn't matter, it's just a skin trauma, twenty sticks is just a trivial matter."

    She caught it and sat behind him to put the medicine on his back.

    "It's not all your fault, why don't you explain it to him?"

    Yang Jin tilted his head slightly, "My grandfather's temper It's useless to explain, just give him a good beating to calm him down."

    Wen Qian heard this, pouted at the back of his head, and snorted bitterly: "I see, you two are willing to fight and suffer!"

    The strength of her fingertips intensified unconsciously with the tone of her voice, and there was a faint pain when she pressed on the wound, but she didn't feel uncomfortable.

    Yang Jin hummed lightly, and sat cross-legged with his head bowed.

    There is a gentle touch of fingers on the back, which is warm and soft. The medicinal fragrance is mixed with a faint scent of powder, and with the clear and shallow breathing, there is a fine and dense numbness between the skin.

    Inadvertently, the appearance of Cai Wenqian standing in front of him appeared in front of his eyes, and a throbbing suddenly appeared in his heart uncontrollably.

    Yang Jin tilted his head to look at the loose royal blue skirt around his legs, clenched his hands into fists, and pinched his nails in the flesh: "Wen Qian."

    "Um?"

    He pursed his lower lip tightly before opening his mouth: "Why did you resist that stick for me?"

    There was a sudden pause in the movement on his back.

    Wen Qian's medicated fingertips rested on his scarred back. For a moment, she unconsciously moved the corners of her lips, and then raised her eyebrows pretending not to care, "Didn't you say earlier, if your grandfather  Blame it, I will protect you.

    "You also blocked the knife for me in Xuzhou City, and I will carry the stick for you now. We are reciprocating courtesy."

    Hearing this, Yang Jin slowly loosened his tightly clenched fingers, and said with a smile: "I have rough skin and thick flesh, so it doesn't matter if I get hit a few times. Fortunately, today's move was done quickly. Otherwise, if you really hit it, you must be seriously injured."

    "That's not necessarily true." Seeing that he looked down upon him, Wen Qian stretched out his hand and pushed in dissatisfaction, "I can still hide if I can't stop it, don't forget that I chased Chunshan with you."

    "It's just your kung fu." Yang Jin looked sideways and chuckled, "Don't talk about my grandpa, you can't even pass my level."

    "Really?" She squinted her eyes, "I don't know who is suppressed by me on weekdays."

    "Usually that's for you."

    Unexpectedly, this person hid it quite deeply. He said a light sentence, his tone seemed to be looking at the world, Wen Qian looked at him from behind, "That's great, so you used to be acting all the time?"

    He actually hummed shamelessly, "Almost."

    Wen Qian was baring her teeth, thinking of something, rolled her eyes, got up and got out of bed, "I'm proud of you, I'll tell your grandpa to go."

    Yang Jin hurriedly turned around, "What are you going to tell him?"

    Seeing his nervous look, Wen Qian's eyes became more sly, "Of coursetell him you're molesting me!"

    Yang Jin gritted his teeth, "how dare you!"

    "Look if I dare." She smiled provocatively, always feeling that she had pinched a huge weakness in him, and she was still complacent, and she pretended to go out.

    Yang Jin didn't care about getting dressed, and rushed forward to pull her, but Wen Qian avoided her when he refused.quiet.

    Recalling the past by himself, and hearing the name of the old man from others are two completely different feelings. Yin Fangxin is a very special existence to him in this half of his life.

    This person is a maverick, with a slanted sword, and will never let people guess what's going on in his heart.

    Five years ago, he betrayed on the spot and burned the Red Lotus Sect. If it weren't for the Yin family's death-free coupon left by the Tai/ancestor, it is estimated that Yin Fangxin's head has already been separated, and now he can be soy sauce in reincarnation.

    So there is no need to think about it, this time he is making a comeback, the comer must be bad.

    Looking at him, Elder Yang sighed, "You have to be careful yourself, there is nothing wrong with being vigilant, the current situation in the imperial court is not optimistic, don't cause trouble for your father.

    "If you are not in a hurry to return to Beijing, you can stay in Jinan for a longer period of time. After all, this is our territory. If you are on the road then many things will be difficult to say."

    "I understand." He nodded and saluted, "Thank you, Grandpa, for reminding me."

    Seeing that Yang Jin's expression was a little too serious, Mr. Yang also secretly complained that he had spoken too seriously, causing him more troubles for no reason.  To put it bluntly, Yin Fangxin is only a mortal body, and he is not a supercilious person, why should he be afraid of him being like this.

    He rolled up his sleeves and coughed, "We'll discuss this matter later, there is one more important thing to call you here today."

    Yang Jin straightened up and waited for him to finish.

    "You also know Ning'er's boss is not young anymore." Yang Lao mentioned this, and scratched his ears in embarrassment, "She is a girl, and although she works in Jinyiwei, she is going to get married anyway."

    Yang Ning's parents left early, because they were worried that she would be bullied in the deep house compound, so they have been raised by General Yang.  This delicate flower lacked a decent woman to take care of it since it was a child, and it became more and more crooked under the care of Mr. Yang. As time passed, it became obscene, and it was not even good enough to see from a distance.

    By the time Mr. Yang finds out that the girl's home should be a little softer, it's already too late

    Yang Ning is over twenty years old, and because she is in Jinyiwei and has a bad reputation, Jiji has not even had a door-to-door marriage proposal for many years. For this, Mr. Yang is very guilty and has always wanted to find a chance to make up.

    "Third Sister" Yang Jin hesitated, "Have you found someone in mind?"

    "She didn't talk much, and she didn't mention it."

    Think about it too.

    ?With Elder Yang's temperament, if Yang Ning has a crush on someone, no matter whether the other party is willing or not, she must hold a knife to her neck and obediently let him pay her respects.

    "So, isn't there a flower viewing feast at Meizhuang in the suburbs of the city in a few days." He pushed forward an invitation on the table, "I plan to let you go with her."

    The invitations are made of high-quality white deer paper, the workmanship is very exquisite, and there is a faint and elegant fragrance.

    He has lived in Jinan Mansion for two years, and he still has some impressions of Meizhuang outside the city. He remembers that the place is quite big. Although it is named after Mei, there are flowers blooming all year round.  It's called Meizhuang.

    Yang Jin came out of the study and watched while walking.

    Unexpectedly, a small ball of snowball fell on the paper, he stopped and looked aside.

    In the white world of ice and snow, someone is standing gracefully under the wintersweet tree. The scarlet skirt and the white fox scarf match each other, reflecting a picture scroll that is difficult to describe with a skillful hand.

    Almost as soon as he saw her, Yang Jin smiled unconsciously.

    "What are you looking at, so preoccupied?" Wen Qian took a blooming golden plum and twirled it with her fingertips, and walked slowly to her.

    "It's nothing" Yang Jin lifted the invitation card in Yang's hand, "There is a flower viewing feast, do you want to go?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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