Yang Xiu didn't say anything else and walked slowly with Yang Biao. He raised it inadvertently and found that Yang Biao was much shorter than him. After a closer look, Yang Biao's back was already a little hunched at some point, as if he was carrying an unbearable weight and was staggering.

Yang Xiu sighed secretly and reached out to hold Yang Biao's arm. "Father, whether it is the Ancient Literature Shangshu or the Modern Literature Shangshu, the first article is "Yao Dian", Yao, Shun, Yu, Xia, Shang and Zhou, whether it is abdicated with virtue or a revolution by force, dynasty replacement is inevitable, so why can't my father let go?"

"But..." Yang Biao wanted to speak but stopped and sighed twice in succession.

"Father, can I ask you a question?"

"you say."

"If one day I am lucky enough to surpass you and are more suitable to be the head of the Yang family than you, will you retire and enjoy your old age be happy, or will you find a way to get rid of me to protect your position as the head of the family?"

Yang Biao was stunned, stopped, looked back at Yang Xiu, his gray eyebrows furrowed together. "What are you talking about?"

Yang Xiu laughed with him. "Father, I'm just a metaphor. The monarch and ministers are actually similar. Speaking of which, they are all descendants of Yan and Huang. Who is sitting in the world is not sitting in the world, nor is it given to the barbarians."

Yang Biao snorted, carried his hands behind his back, and continued to move forward. Yang Xiu followed closely, but did not dare to ask questions without hesitation, and only dared to laugh. The two walked to the academy. Yang Biao stopped, looked around, and said, "Zhang Zigang is gone, you should go back to Nanchang to handle official business. After so many days, you have not taken a hot spring yet. Today, when you have time, we, father and son, go and take a bath."

Yang Xiu was overjoyed, agreed repeatedly, and accompanied Yang Biao towards the hot spring.

Mrs. Yuan sat on the small building of the academy and watched the Yang family walk to the academy and then turn away, and was puzzled for a moment. "What are they doing?"

Yuan Quan looked up and smiled and said, "What's the matter with my father and son talking to each other? Aunt, you're too nervous. I haven't cared so much about it before, and I look like I regret it."

"No matter how you say it, it's been a couple for so many years." Mrs. Yuan raised her hand and patted Yuan Quan, retorted: "Don't talk about me, you're not much better. She said she was here to accompany me, but her mind was no longer here. If she had known this, she would rather let you go back with Zhang Zigang."

Yuan Quan blushed. "If you say that, aunt, then I will really leave. To be honest, I'm really worried."

"What are you worried about? How many concubines did he take? That's right, the young man was heroic and handsome, and he had such a foundation in his twenties. In ancient times, few people have been able to do this. How many girls are not moved by such a young hero?"

Yuan Quan smiled and said, "Auntie, you are half right."

"half?"

"Yes, I don't know how many people want to give his daughter to him, and this half is right. But half of them are wrong. I don't worry about him taking a few more concubines. Even according to the ancient etiquette, the king has three wives, nine concubines, and twelve concubines. How many concubines are Bofu now? If I don't even have this measure, wouldn't I be ashamed of the reputation of the fourth generation and three dukes of the Yuan family?"

Mrs. Yuan curled her lips. "What are you worried about?"

"I'm worried that he will not accept it." Yuan Quan briefly said Tao Qian's last order. "Don't look at him as lustful. In fact, he is a person who values ​​love and is different from ordinary men. He hates giving women as gifts to others the most. If he refuses the Gan family for a moment, it will be not only the Gan family that offends them, but maybe Xuzhou will be unstable."

"After all, I'm still a poor family, I don't know." Mrs. Yuan snorted, a little disagreeing. "So this kind of equality is still very important. The three masters of the fourth generation can not be maintained by their abilities. I don't know how many people's blood and tears are there. In the face of the interests of the family, what is the individual? No matter whether he is a young playboy or a white-haired old man, he has to marry. Alas..."

Mrs. Yuan was originally teasing Sun Ce, but when she was sad, she couldn't help but sigh. She held Yuan Quan's hand. "A Quan, to be honest, my aunt is really a little jealous of you sometimes."

"What are you jealous of me?" Yuan Quan took his hand back and looked outside. The figures of the father and son of the Yang family were hidden in the woods. "My uncle treats you very well. He is a dignified three princes and refuses to accept a concubine."

"Why did he take a concubine? It's not that I didn't give birth to a son for him." Mrs. Yuan snorted and raised her head.

Yuan Quan covered his lips and smiled. Mrs. Yuan thought for a while and laughed. She lay in front of the window and looked at the mountains in the distance. "A Quan, when I arrived at this academy, I was even in a much better mood. Please help me think of a way and advise your uncle to stay and not go back to Chang'an to get angry."

"Okay, I'll help you think of a solution. If it really doesn't work, I'll take you to see Bo Fu, he will definitely have a solution."

Mrs. Yuan looked back at Yuan Quan and laughed "puff".

The spring water gurgles and the heat sways, mixing with the clouds and mists all over the mountains, like a fairyland.

Yang Xiu waved his hand to signal the waiter to come back to the side. He personally served Yang Biao to change clothes, put on a loose single dress, and then helped him into the spring. He walked down by himself first, then turned around and supported Yang Biao, reminding Yang Biao to pay attention to the sliding of his feet, while carefully retreating. Yang Biao thought he was annoyed and wanted to leave by himself. Yang Xiu insisted, and Yang Biao had to give up. He helped him to help the water, sat down under the steps by the pool, soaking most of his body in the warm spring water. He suddenly felt that every pore in his body was opened, and he couldn't say anything. He unconsciously spread his arms, leaned half of his head against the stone wall, and let out a long sigh.

Yang Xiu took the food from the waiter and placed it on the water. Then he sat down opposite Yang Biao, spread his arms like Yang Biao, and put them on the stone arm, looking at Yang Biao with a smile. Yang Biao saw the smile on Yang Xiu's face from the corner of his eyes. He wanted to scold him a few words, but when he saw Yang Xiu's open chest, he swallowed the words back.

"Dezu, turn around."

"What are you doing?"

"Let me see your scars."

Yang Xiu blinked his eyes, hesitated for a moment, but stood up, lifted up the hem of his clothes, and showed Yang Biao the scars left by Sun Ce's stick. The wound had healed for a long time, leaving only a faint scar, and it was very large. You can still imagine how heavy the damage was. Yang Biao felt ache in his heart, and he felt an indescribable feeling. Although he was harsh to Yang Xiu, he had never put such a heavy hand since he was a child. He never thought that he was beaten by Sun Ce, and he was beaten so hard.

"Don't you hate Sun Ce?"

"Hate!" Yang Xiu put down his clothes, poured a glass of wine, handed it to Yang Biao, and poured himself another glass. "During the time when he was recuperating, I was thinking about how to revenge him every day. After thinking about it, my martial arts skills were not as good as him, and I could not beat him. I could only start from other aspects, so I worked hard and asked him to reuse me. I hope that one day I would be in power and wait until he could not leave me, and then revenge him."

"No prospect!" Yang Biao glared at Yang Xiu, drank all the wine in the glass, drinking too fast, and coughing. Yang Xiu moved to him and helped him caress his back, saying, "Then what do you think I have? Should I challenge him overestimate my ability, die under his sword, or give up my mission and go back to Chang'an?"

Yang Biao coughed a little slower and waved his hand. "I was indeed a bit of apology when I asked you to assist Boyang and compete for power with Sun Ce. However, since you are not his opponent, you should leave and not use deception to deceive others. Since you have become his subordinate and have the right to be a monarch and minister, you can no longer have the intention of rebellion. Doing this will make you lose your position and lose the way of a gentleman?"

Yang Xiu laughed. "Yes, at that time, he was angry and frightened, so he could not care about the way of a gentleman. But God blessed me and gave me no chance to make mistakes, which was a blessing in disgrace."

“Why?”

"Do you think I look like someone he can't live without?"

Yang Biao suddenly realized and was a little disappointed. Yang Xiu's words reminded him. Yang Xiu was 2,000 stones in his twentieth position, and his management performance was pretty good. In his opinion, he was simply a genius, but to Sun Ce, Yang Xiu could only be considered first-class at best, not outstanding. Not to mention anything else, Sun Ce and Zhou Yu were both in the same age as Yang Xiu, and their achievements were higher than Yang Xiu. Even Ma Teng's son Ma Chao made many military achievements with Sun Ce. In addition, Zhang Hong, who was talented and Yu Fan, who was both civil and military, were all better talents than Yang Xiu and more trusted by Sun Ce. For Sun Ce, Yang Xiu was just a good prefect. If he really wanted to rank, he might not be able to enter the top five.

How could Sun Ce gather so many talents? Yang Biao's mood just relaxed a little harder.

Yang Xiu stood up, poured a glass of wine again, and stuffed it into Yang Biao's hands. "Do you think I'm embarrassed?"

"No, you are very outstanding." Yang Biao took a sip of wine. "Why can Sun Ce gather so many talents?"

"Maybe it's God's will. Although he does not have Emperor Shun and Xiang Yu's double pupils, he has an incomprehensible understanding of people. Two of them are the ones who can tell the problem. One is Zhang Zigang who just left, and the other is Lu Zijing who moved to Luoyang not long ago. Zhang Zigang was sent to Jiangdu to invite him. Lu Zijing was even more bizarre, so he came to the door to invite him. It's okay for Zhang Zigang to be a famous scholar for many years, and it's normal for him to hear the reputation of him. Lu Zijing was a little strange. This person has no reputation in the village and has few people know him. Why did General Sun value him so much that he went to invite him? In addition, there were Lu Ziheng, who was stationed in Suiyang. When he heard that the two of them fell in love with him at the Nanyang County House, General Sun immediately entrusted important tasks, which felt like a joke. In addition, there were Huang Hansheng, Du Bohou, and by the way, Xu Yuanzhi, who was stationed in Wuguan, were all personally scribbled by General Sun."

"He actually has such good eyesight? He is comparable to Xu Zijiang."

"Xu Zijiang?" Yang Xiu grinned and laughed. "Didn't my father know that Xu Zijiang was forced to vomit blood by General Sun?"

"I heard from Xun Wenruo, but I don't know the details."

"I know one thing, one of them is related to this selection. General Sun collected the candidates for the year and day reviews and recorded them one by one. Finally, it was proved that only one-third of the people Xu Zi selected were true, and most of them were not even as good as Huang Yi. Xu Zi lost all his face and lost his reputation. He was so angry that he vomited blood on the spot."

Yang Biao was stunned.

Yang Xiu took a sip of wine and breathed. "I agree with Yuan Xiansi's judgment on this point. In terms of talent selection, General Sun is gifted with supernatural powers and cannot be reached by talent. Father, this is God's will, General Sun is the saint born in time."
Chapter completed!