Chapter 141 You make me feel so strange!
Yang Wenyan had been serving in Lingzhou, so naturally he had detailed secret reports to send home.

Yang Wenyuan read it carefully.

It turned out that the description was completely different from the official documents sent back to the court from the army!
Compared with official documents written by unknown people, Yang Wenyuan naturally believed more in secret reports from eyewitnesses and family members.

According to the description in Yang Wenyan’s secret report.

Western Xia only sent a troop of a thousand Bubazi (elite infantry) near Lingzhou, and dozens of cavalry would go to Lingzhou to forage for grass and valleys every now and then.

However, in the official documents sent from Lingzhou, the number did not change, but the infantry were replaced by yao, and the number of them came every few days instead of every three days.

You know, the Iron Harriers are the personal guards of the Western Xia Emperor. Such a large number of Iron Harriers gathered in Lingzhou. Doesn’t that mean that the Western Xia Emperor has also come?

This means going to war with the Great Zhou!

What happened next was a natural progression.

The Xixia people are probably also wondering what's going on as they see the continuous influx of troops into Lingzhou.

I just wanted to make a killing and mention the issue of adding some annual gifts, but how did it turn into a war to establish a nation?

You make me feel so strange!
Knowing that his proposal was adopted by many bigwigs and finally implemented with slight modifications, Yang Wenyuan was a little complacent at first, but now when he thinks about it, he is terrified.

Next to him was Yang Yuqing, and Yang Wenyuan immediately asked bluntly:

"Uncle, is the government also adding fuel to the fire this time?"

Yang Yuqing was surprised when he heard this and asked:

"Didn't I just say that the emperor doesn't agree to transfer the Shaanxi Army and other imperial troops? How can you think that the emperor agrees to open up the Lingzhou battlefield?"

Yang Wenyuan's expression remained unchanged as he replied:

"Not sending more powerful troops does not mean we do not agree to start a war."

Yang Wenyuan said with some certainty:

"At least the government finally agreed!"

After hearing this, Yang Yuqing's eyes were fixed, and then he said with satisfaction:
"Yes, you are right. The emperor had always disagreed with such a large-scale war, but after the two princes, Prince Yong and Prince Yan, requested to fight, and Prime Minister Han Qi went to the imperial study, the emperor relented and even sent an additional '100,000 elite troops'."

Yang Wenyuan knew that his guess was correct, but he still asked curiously:
"Since we have reached a consensus, why do we still need the Xiang Army?"

Yang Yuqing didn't expect that Yang Wenyuan would think of this. He turned around and glanced at Yang Wenyan who was at a loss, and couldn't help but shook his head in his heart.

Yang Yuqing suddenly stood up, paced around the room for a while, glanced at Yang Wenyan again, and then sighed deeply:
"Strong trunk, weak branches; strong trunk, weak branches!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Wenyuan understood immediately.

It also serves the national policy.

If the "suppression of military power" is loosened, we must make up for it from the "weak branches".

After a while, Yang Wenyan's personal attendant came in, and he was also his personal guard:

"Sir, the things have been packed."

Yang Wenyan nodded and said to Yang Yuqing:
"Father, military orders are as heavy as a mountain. I am leaving now."

Yang Yuqing stretched out his hand as if to stop him, but finally put it down again.

Just as Yang Wenyan was about to leave, Yang Wenyuan asked:

"Cousin, why don't you tell your aunt before you leave?"

"No, if I say too much, I will only make my mother and sister cry. It's better to leave first and come back later to continue. Father, cousin, goodbye!"

After saying this, Yang Wenyan bowed, then took the package handed to him by his personal soldier and left in big strides.

Inside the house, Yang Yuqing and Yang Wenyuan looked at Yang Wenyan's departing back and couldn't help falling into silence for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Yuqing's voice broke the silence:
"You've all grown up! You've become more strategic and Wen Yan has taken on more responsibilities. You've all grown up!"

"Uncle, once you get married, you are an adult."

Yang Wenyuan replied to his own words and continued:
"When my cousin returns to Beijing this time, we should arrange the marriage."

"Um……"

Maybe it was a telepathic connection between mother and son, but when Yang Wenyan stepped out of the Yang family's gate, Mrs. Chen suddenly stopped talking to Hualan and looked back. All she could see were the blue tiles on the wall, but she seemed to see Yang Wenyan's back as he left home. Instantly, her eyes turned red and she felt distraught.

"Aunt, what's wrong?" Hua Lan couldn't help but ask with concern when she saw that Madam Chen looked distracted.

Madam Chen turned around sadly and forced a smile:
"It's okay, come on, let's continue talking..."

Naturally, lunch was also eaten in Yang Yuqing's courtyard.

After dinner, Yang Wenyuan took Hualan away.

Yang Wenyuan was supporting Hualan and talking in front, and five or six steps behind them was a group of maids and old women.

"Official..."

"My lady, don't call me Master. I don't like this title. Call me Husband. Or you can call me Brother Jiyuan."

Yang Wenyuan said "Brother Yuan if nothing works", but his eyes were full of hope. He looked at Hualan and called him Brother Yuan.

Although it is unlikely, but if she really heard the words "Brother Yuan" from that cherry lips.

Wouldn’t that be so sweet that it’ll make your teeth fall out?
Sure enough, Hualan gave Yang Wenyuan a coquettish and unpleasant look.

"Who would yell like that after getting married? Isn't that breaking the rules?"

"Rules, what are rules? If I were someone who liked rules, I wouldn't like you."

Yang Wenyuan secretly encouraged himself in his heart: Sooner or later, I will make you call me Brother Yuan!

After hearing Yang Wenyuan's sweet words that were almost like a confession of love, Hua Lan couldn't help but feel happy, but she still said coquettishly:
"You're getting more and more nonsense. I wanted you to say something serious, but if you keep going like this, I won't talk to you anymore."

"Serious words, what words? What did your aunt teach you?"

Yang Wenyuan immediately looked alert.

His aunt, Madam Chen, is naturally good at controlling her husband and has already mastered it. Just looking at Yang Yuqing, one can tell that Yang Wenyuan doesn't want to become like that.

Hua Lan opened her red lips and said slowly:

"My aunt is teaching me the principles of housekeeping and inner residence."

"Oh, about this, I thought it was something else."

Yang Wenyuan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that my aunt still loved me and didn't spread her unique skills to other people.

"But after I saw my cousin leave home, my aunt looked a little depressed."

As she spoke, Hua Lan looked at Yang Wenyuan, staring at him with her beautiful eyes, and said:

"Aren't you the best at making pleasing things?"

As she spoke, her beautiful eyes blinked a few times. This sudden discharge of emotion made Yang Wenyuan's heart warm up and his heart beat rapidly a few times.

Woman, you are breaking the rules!
"You're describing me as a treacherous, flattering, and sycophantic official."

Yang Wenyuan muttered quietly, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He quickly leaned over to Hualan and whispered softly:
"I thought of it!"

The sudden heat from her earlobe made Hua Lan's body suddenly soften, but she still asked:
"what?"

"My cousin is living alone, so my aunt must be lonely and miss him, so..."

"So what?"

"We'd better...well, we'd better find something for aunt to do, preferably something that can easily attract people's sympathy."

"Then?"

Yang Wenyuan glanced at Hua Lan and said shyly:

"I think we should have a baby sooner, give my aunt a nephew, and let her hold it for joy. This way, she won't be sad. What do you think?"

Hualan knew that Yang Wenyuan was up to no good, but he said:
"How about... we go back to the room now?"

"Yang Wenyuan!"

(End of this chapter)