Two tigers compete for food

The door opened, Yang Pan'er pouted and stood at the door like a little adult. Chu Ling stood behind her, holding back her smile and blushed. Seeing Yang Ling standing in the door, she quickly blessed and said in a sweet voice: "I have seen the master."

Yang Ling waved his hand in a hurry, squatted down and held Yang Paner's little hand, changed into the most kind and friendly smile, and said guiltily: "Pan'er got up so early, can you let your father hug you?"

Yang Paner is too young and has not yet opened her face. She can't see the beauty's appearance, but she is elegant and innocent. The morning sun shines on her body, and the skin directly shining by the sun is tender and crystal clear.

The little guy was combed with two small braids facing the sky, tied them with red garlands, wearing a pink brocade shirt, a pair of velvet-edged tiger-headed children's shoes on his feet, and a rattle in his hands. I think he was knocking on the door with this thing just now.

She looked at Yang Ling strangely, as if she was a little puzzled, not knowing why he appeared in her mother's room. Yang Ling took out her most amiable appearance, but Yang Pan'er still broke away from his hand and walked around without any face. Ma Lian'er's hair was loose, and she was only wearing the soft and soft clothes of the inner garden, and flashed out from behind the screen with a smile.

This is the inner garden of the boudoir, and even the servants are not allowed to enter. Except for Miss Yang, the ones knocking on the door are naturally women in the inner house, so there is no need to pay special attention to the clothes. Ma Lianer lowered her waist, smiled and hugged her daughter, and picked her up.

With a thrust, Lian'er couldn't help but say "Ouch", her delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, and Yang Ling's heart was thrilled when she saw it.

"The waist is so sore, this enemy doesn't know how to pity others." Ma Lian'er thought angrily and gave him a look of anger. She said to Chu Ling, who was fine, "You can go ahead first, oh, by the way, ask someone to bring breakfast into the room and let's have meal here."

"Yes, Miss", Chu Ling quickly responded.

"Pan'er, why did you get up so early? Do you sleep soundly? You're not naughty at my aunt?" Lian'er kissed her daughter's little face, asked, and sat down at the table and placed her on her lap.

Yang Ling also came over to sit next to her, and the friendly smile on her face remained unchanged.

"Pan'er is good, sleep soundly," Yang Pan'er replied in a slight voice, pouting her mouth and kissing Lian'er's cheek. Yang Ling looked at her and hurriedly smiled and said, "Pan'er is good, is it okay to have a mouthful of dad?"

Yang Pan'er glanced at him, raised her chin proudly, and said to her mother: "Peng'er wants to catch butterflies."

"Pan'er, that's my father. Why don't you call me? I'm so unbearable. I want to catch butterflies and wait for breakfast..."

"After breakfast, my daddy will accompany you to catch me!" Yang Ling immediately volunteered and his chest was slapped.

"No! Mother is with you, aunt is with you!"

Ma Lian'er held back her smile and said to Yang Ling: "Don't be anxious. Pan'er has never seen your father before. She just met you yesterday. Today, she wants her to get close to you? It's time to get better."

Yang Ling sighed softly and nodded, "Well, I know, it's all me that I'm sorry for you, my mother and I, Paner, have always been with you alone, and I, a father, have not fulfilled my responsibilities at all."

After breakfast, the family came to the back garden. The garden of Ma’s family is not big, exquisite and compact, but due to the reasonable layout, small bridges and flowing water, pavilions and towers, especially the pink walls covered by bamboo and green ivy. The originally small courtyard looks winding and secluded, elegant and extraordinary.

A small flower bed under the red pavilion. All kinds of flowers and plants bloomed in full bloom. Ma Lian'er, Chu Ling and a few pretty maids accompanied the little girl to beat the butterflies, making her laugh. Yang Ling stood aside with her hands behind her back, looking at Lian'er and her daughter's happy look, the happy warm feeling of the family filled his chest.

Suddenly, a colorful butterfly fell on a bowl of camellia beside him. Yang Ling quietly walked two steps, and suddenly copied it and brought the butterfly into his hand. He waved happily and said, "Pan'er, Pan'er!"

Pan'er turned her head and stared at him with wide eyes. Yang Ling smiled happily, opened her hand a little, letting the butterfly slam in her palm. Pan'er's eyes lit up and ran over excitedly. Yang Ling was afraid that she would fall, so she rushed forward and helped her step. Pan'er's face was blushing and excitedly went to grab the butterfly in his hand. Yang Ling smiled and said, "Call Dad first, and I'll give it to you."

Pan'er frowned, looked at the beautiful butterfly flashing in Yang Ling's hand, and then looked at Yang Ling. After thinking about it seriously, he finally thought that the deal was still very cost-effective, so he shouted in a silence: "Dad".

Yang Ling was very happy and hurriedly handed the butterfly to her hand like a treasure, and smiled and said, "Be good at Pan'er, come on, take it quickly, don't let it run away."

Yang Paner took the butterfly with a smile, immediately threw him aside, turned around and ran to present the treasure to his mother: "Mother, butterfly, beautiful, butterfly."

"Oh, what a beautiful little butterfly, who caught it for you?" Ma Lian'er glanced at Yang Ling with a smile and asked deliberately.

"Well... Daddy."

"Hey, hehe..." Yang Ling was afraid that this sentence would fall to the ground, so he quickly agreed, and then smiled as if he had picked up a big advantage.

Pan'er carefully caught the butterfly's wings and was looking at it carefully, but suddenly it ran away from his palm. At this time, she remembered Yang Ling, who was capable of catching butterflies for her, so she ran over quickly without any need to call him, grabbed his hand and said crisply: "Dad, catch butterflies."

Oh, Yang Ling's beauty is just about time to show off his appearance. Yang Ling rolled up her sleeves and said majestic: "Don't worry, baby, Dad will catch you, if you want a tiger, Dad will get you back."

He caught a few butterflies and gave them to Pan'er. Finally, he completely bribed the little guy. He no longer recognized Yang Ling so much, and the word "dad" is no longer so difficult to express. Yang Ling didn't expect that it would be so easy to buy a child, and he smiled happily.

The family was playing in the back garden, and suddenly a maid in green hurried into the back garden. Chu Ling saw the sharp-eyed eyes and met her, and the maid whispered to her. Chu Ling hurriedly turned around and walked back.

At this time, Yang Ling was sitting in the red pavilion. Pan'er ran with sweat on his head and his face looked like a red apple. Lian'er took her to the pavilion to cool off. Several butterflies were placed on the stone table with a gauntlet, and fluttered inside the gauntlet. Tea cups and snacks were placed on the stone table. Yang Ling and Ma Lian'er sat on the stone bench chatting about family matters, and Pan'er snuggled obediently in front of his knees.

While chatting, Yang Ling peeled the melon seeds and put the melon seeds on his knees. He put one. Yang Paner quickly grabbed one of them, stuffed it into his mouth quickly, and then waited for his father to accidentally drop the second melon seeds.

Chu Ling walked to Yang Ling and whispered: "Master, Jia Gu, the commander of the Five Cities Military Command, asked for a visit."

Yang Ling was stunned and said, "Has he found this place?" Then he smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Come on, come on, lord, I am now without a title. I am really not afraid of impeachment."

As soon as he talked about this, Ma Lianer snorted and said, "I think...... Your prince is so arrogant. Now he is not afraid of impeachment."

Yang Ling smiled and said in a pun: "What? I haven't finished my anger yet?"

"Of course I......" Suddenly, I looked up and saw Yang Ling's cramped smile. Ma Lian'er suddenly realized, and her pretty face suddenly turned like red cloth. She glared at Yang Ling hatefully. But in front of Chu Ling's trouble, she had to turn her head embarrassedly.

Yang Ling smiled at Chu Ling and said, "I'll have a good rest this morning, go to the commander's office in the afternoon, and just give a reply to the officials of the six ministries. The others will disappear first. Let's talk about it when Xu Tai clarifies the battle situation, the battle report, and the merits and demerits."

"Master, Lord Jia said it is important to official duties..."

Yang Ling frowned and said, "The commander of the Five Cities Military and Masjid is responsible for the security of the ground in Kyoto City. My country's Duke came to Nanzhili to suppress bandits. His official duties have nothing to do with me. Besides, he is in charge of the Ministry of War. If you have any questions, please ask him to go to the Ministry of War and don't come to me to interfere with everything."

"Yes!" Chu Ling agreed and turned around and wanted to leave. Ma Lian'er hurriedly said, "Slowly, husband, Jia Gu controls the military commander of the Five Cities and is in charge of the ground security of Nanjing. The upper and lower parts of the left and right are all princes and grandchildren, and it is not easy to provoke. He can work here for ten years, and he is an old man in the officialdom. He is versatile and clever, and he is good at finding you. Now he doesn't avoid being afraid of anything, so he must have encountered something really difficult. You should go and meet him."

After hearing this, Yang Ling thought about it, slapped his thigh and said, "Okay! Then... see you."

When he stuffed the sweet potato seeds into his daughter's little mouth, he gently touched her on the ground and smiled: "Go, little greedy cat, let your mother peel it for you, Daddy will come to accompany you later."

Yang Ling came to the reception room of the central hall and saw a military officer lowering his head and walking around in front of a pine and crane picture on the main hall, constantly wiping his hands, looking very anxious.

Yang Ling coughed lightly, and the Guan'er turned around and saw the young man who had just stepped into the door, wearing a python robe with a big red cloud brocade, with a jade belt wrapped around his waist, revealing his majestic and luxurious appearance. He had no crown on his head, but only a black veil and horn-crossing headscarf. Behind him, two guards with extremely alert eyes, came in, and immediately left and right, and hid to the side of the door.

Seeing Yang Ling's outfit and demeanor, without introducing it, Jia Gu immediately stepped forward a few steps and continued to worship: "The lower official Jia Gu met with the Duke."

Yang Ling helped him, looking up and down at him, with a decent appearance and a majestic skeleton. He was about fifty years old. He had a temperament that was not angry but powerful in his words, but his body was a little fat, which was the result of being pampered in Nanjing.

Yang Ling laughed and said, "Mr. Jia asked me to meet in my private house. Why do you need such a heavy gift? Come on, please sit down. If you have any questions, let's talk slowly. Cough! Come on, let's continue the tea."

Commander Jia laughed dryly and said, "Duke Guo, two tigers in Nanjing are fighting each other. There is a big deal in front of Confucius Temple. The people in the government office can't suppress it. The officials originally wanted to report to the Minister of War, but you also know that the Ministry of War is not very powerful. These two tiger generals may not even be able to suppress the Minister of War. They had no choice but to come to the Duke Guo for help. Now they don't know what the situation is in Confucius Temple. The officials are anxious. This tea... really can't be drunk."

Yang Ling Yiqi: "I really let Lian'er talk. Sure enough, something happened. Two tigers? Which two guys call tigers?" He remembered a big battle between Shandong soldiers and Sichuan soldiers and local soldiers when he went to Suzhou to fight against the Japanese. Could it be that some troops had a conflict?

Such things are easy to happen when soldiers gather in various places. The soldiers like to cause trouble. In addition, they come from different places and have a strong sense of regionality. If two wandering soldiers quarrel, the number of people assisting the war between the two sides will continue to increase. In the end, they can evolve into a large group of fights.

Yang Ling hurriedly asked, "What happened? Which two troops had a conflict?"

Commander Jia smiled bitterly and said, "It is Lord Qian and..., the governor of Nanjing Jinyiwei, and Lord Jiang Binjiang under your command."

"They?" Yang Ling was shocked: "How could they have a conflict? Where are they now?"

Lord Jia said, "It seems that Lord Jiang is traveling to the Qinhuai River and visiting Confucius Temple. Somehow he had a conflict with Lord Qian. When the officials rushed over, they saw Lord Jiang's personal soldiers blocking the gate of Confucius Temple. Lord Qian was blocked inside, and both sides were tense. The Jinyiwei of the Nanzhen Fushi Department kept rushing to cheer when he heard the news, and surrounded Lord Jiang.

Lord Jiang was not willing to be outdone. He had a group of people stationed at the top of the city and was summoned by him to confront the Jinyiwei. Now there was chaos in front of Confucius Temple. The people watching were crowded with people, and even the flower boats on the Qinhuai River gathered there to watch the fun. The officials tried a lot of effort to squeeze in, but both sides were on the head of fire. They didn't tell the reason and the officials knew about each other, but they were stalemate. Seeing that the situation was not good, they had to................."

Yang Ling understood as soon as he heard this. Although Commander Jia was responsible for the security area in Nanjing, he could not control too many people. Now it was equivalent to the National Security Bureau and the Field Army. He could not suppress him on either side of the police.

Commander Jia, as the chief of the Five Cities of Nanjing, had a close relationship with the Jinyiwei Nanzhenfu Office. He must have been inclined to the Jinyiwei, but Jiang Bin was the man he brought to him. He wanted to help the Jinyiwei, but he was unwilling to offend him, so he had to come to ask for help from him.

Yang Ling was directly involved in the plot. Jiang Bin and Qian Ning were in the relationship between Jingshui and Heshui. Why could they make such a big disturbance for? Yes. These two people were indeed arrogant and domineering landlords, but they were arrogant and arrogant. But no one was stupid, and they were definitely not reckless and reckless people. How could they make things so big?

At this moment, he didn't care about it and hurriedly said, "Okay, then my Duke will go with you. I'll see why these two bastards are causing trouble. Let's go!"

The smoke is covered with cold water and moon is covered with sand. The Qinhuai River is near the restaurant in the Qinhuai River at night. The Qinhuai River is divided into two tributaries at Tongjimen. One is flowing westward from the southern city wall, which is called the Outer Qinhuai River; the other is passed through Dongshui Pass and enters Nanjing City. The most beautiful place in the ten-mile Qinhuai River is in Confucius Temple, Deyuetai, Wende Bridge, Shiba Street, Wuyi Lane, and Zhuque Bridge.

There were already crowds here, but now it was surrounded by crowds of people watching the fun. Some people who were shopping with their children put their children around their necks. The children held lanterns in their left hand and snacks in their right hand. The father below stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck to watch.

There are many pleasure boats in the river, beautiful and gorgeous. The small boats of tourists are lying in the gaps between the big boats like fish. The literati and poets stand at the bow of the boat with their eyes holding the beautiful woman, the beauty is holding her, with wine in her hands, and from time to time, there are also bookkeepers running up and down on the boats, conveying the latest live scene.

In front of Confucius Temple, more than a dozen flying fish suits and the Jinyiwei with the spring sword embroidered with the steel sword were unsheathed to guard the door. It looked like a tiger-looking man, but facing the equal number of people outside, but with murderous aura and a completely different spirit, the brave generals of the border army were inevitably a little harsh and harsh.

Jiang Bin leaned on the ground with his swords, his legs apart, stood at the door in a big shape, his eyes half closed and motionless. Next to him was a table stolen from the fortune teller. On the table was a small incense burner, and three cigarette smokes were ripped over, most of them had burned.

His more than a dozen personal soldiers were murderous, with steel knives coming out, and looked as if no one was around.

Qian Ning poked his head from the door, looked at the three incense that was about to burn out, and couldn't help but swallow quietly: Jiang Bin said harshly, the three incense was burned out. If he didn't hand over the person, he would kill into the temple. Now he was about to arrive, and I flew to him for a long time. I still didn't understand if he was asking him to find Duke Wei. Motherland, would he still want me to say it in public? How could I be so embarrassing envoy?

Qian Ning cursed in his heart and hurriedly shrank back.

The outside was surrounded by Jiang Bin and others inside, but the soldiers of the Jinyiwei guards faced the outside and confronted the border soldiers who arrived at the end. However, these people were not idle and were constantly scolding each other.

The Jinyiwei were angry and domineering: "You big-headed soldiers are very brave. You dare to make trouble here. Do you know who is inside? It's Lord Qian of the Nanzhen Fushi. You dare to mess with the Jinyiwei, and you are really impatient when you live. You can see clearly, the flying fish robe, the embroidered spring sword, our Jinyiwei's only holy favor, don't be fucked and unhappy!"

The border soldiers fought bravely, but the usual style of the officers and soldiers was extremely casual. They ran from the north from all over the world, just a big-headed soldier with unknown names. What are you afraid of? They turned around and patted their butts and left, regardless of whether the Jinyiwei or the Huayiwei. Besides, this border army was transferred from the Beijing camp. The general was the current emperor, Xu Tai and Jiang Bin were the troops directly belonging to the emperor and the current Duke of Wei. Look at the top of our heads, we were in a swan feather land. The number one in the Ming army, who was afraid of whom?

These officers and soldiers were reluctant to put swan feathers on their heads when fighting. They were wearing bright yellow battle suits, for fear of any damage. However, after entering the outer city, they all changed into the most proud outfit. The Jinyiwei showed off the flying fish robe and embroidered the spring sword. They immediately shook their arms and shook their heads. A swan feather fluttered over their heads in the wind, and the bright yellow battle suits rushed towards the Jinyiwei.

A hundred households said proudly: "Look at your dog's eyes widen your eyes and see clearly. The swan feathers and bright yellow robe. Looking at the world of tomorrow, we are also the only ones that scorpions shit."

"Five-spice tea eggs, crab shell yellow sesame cakes...", hawkers were heard from the crowd.

Xie Xian'an, a former chief of the Nanjing Jinyiwei Naval Army, said disdainfully: "Bah! A bunch of local buns, you can open a dyeing shop if you give you a few points of color. Your show is so scary. Who in Nanjing has never seen the world before? Don't show off here."

"Don't you fart! If I hadn't been through life and death and fought bloody battles, you group of waste would have been fucked by the white-clothed bandits, and they would have been bastards!" The soldiers of the border were angry by his contemptuous tone, and both sides immediately started to clamor.

"Tofu waterlogging, scallion oil pancakes, small Lantern Festival sandwiched with osmanthus..."

"Get out! Join in the fun again, let you go to the yamen of the tutoring office to shout enough!" Xie Qianhu pointed at the crowd and cursed with evil words. After a while, a group of people quickly shrank their heads, for fear that he would point them to their faces. The land seller squatted in the crowd and did not dare to say anything.

At this moment, the five cities soldiers and horses who were hiding from a distance were killed back. The two servants from afar raised their whips and yelled loudly: "The five cities soldiers and horses are in charge, and the idle people are all dodging!"

A bunch of water and fire sticks, waist knives, and iron chains were holding fast steps, pushing and scolding, which squeezed the onlookers like a boat to the waves, and rushed to the sides. Only the crowd jingled and someone shouted: "Oh, it's hot."

"My mother, who has touched my stall? My assorted buns of dishes..."

The city patrol envoy rushed forward, stood between the Jinyiwei and the border army, held the hat and squeezed the ground, and shouted loudly: "Mr. Jia Gujia, the military officer of the Five Cities, arrive~~~~~~."

"Bang!" A thin-skinned dumpling made his official hat that he had just straightened was tilted again: "Get out and get stuck in the valley."

Lord Jia Gu hurriedly ran to the middle of the two armies that were about to fight, pulled out his waist knife, and pointed at the sky with a "choke". He shouted with great might: "Stop it all, Lord Yang, the Duke of Weiguo, will arrive~~~~"

When the arrogant and arrogant soldiers of the border army heard this, they immediately stepped back. The hundreds of households were rushing in front of them, and officials like the generals and squad leaders hurriedly squeezed left and right, and retracted themselves into the crowd to avoid being too conspicuous.
To be continued...