Another year and a half have passed, Yuanqing is already five years old. It is the 14th year of Kaihuang. The New Year has just passed, and the air is still filled with a festive atmosphere.

Yuan Qing and Niu Niu have finished learning "The Analects of Confucius" and are about to start learning "Mencius". Both of them have learned thousands of words in their belly. With their current knowledge, the older children in the clan are not as good as them.

On the morning of the seventh day of the first lunar month, Chen Qiuniang went out to buy vegetables. Niu Niu went to find the kitchen manager Aunt Liu Er to play shuttlecock, while Yuan Qing was chopping firewood alone in the yard. He was four years old on the first lunar month and was five years old, but he was equivalent to a seven or eight-year-old child and was very strong.

In fact, they don’t have to chop firewood at home. There are ready-made firewood in the Yang family’s kitchen, but Yuan Qing likes chop firewood. This is his martial arts practice. Since he started learning the sword technique a year and a half ago, he has to chop trees five hundred times with a small blunt knife every day. The dozens of trees around his residence were tortured by him to death.

Although he has not learned the method of building foundations, he has a lot of effect in practicing swords. He takes action very quickly, and his small arms are very strong, and he is famous for fighting fiercely. No child of the same age in the Yang Mansion is not afraid of him.

Chen Qiuniang originally thought he was fun for a while, but she didn't expect that he had persisted for a year and a half, and couldn't help but admire his perseverance. Although she was willing to give advice to Yuan Qing, her martial arts were not suitable for boys, and she saw that Yuan Qing had a very domineering aura, and he should be taught by a famous teacher.

Yuan Qing was very interesting to chop firewood. He liked to surround dozens of firewood in a large circle, just like a group of Turkic cavalry to surround him. Then he shouted, just like Zhao Yun reborn, holding a pot lid in one hand and a hatchet in the other, chopping left and right, unstoppable. After a moment, he slashed all the firewood into two.

Then he admired his victory with pride. Chai He, who was kicked over by him, then the cavalry who had not yet died, would make up for it.

Just as he was looking for the undead, he heard crying. Niu Niu ran into the yard crying, her braid was caught and dispersed, her pink little face seemed to be beaten, and there was only one feather left on her shuttlecock.

"Niu Niu, what's going on? Who bullied you?"

Yuan Qing asked very annoyedly, Niu Niu seemed to have been punched, and her left eye was a little dark, which made Yuan Qing feel distressed and angry.

Niu Niu sobbed and said, "It was Fat Sanlang and the others who beat me and rob us of shuttlecocks... The six of them beat me one, wanting to catch me as the wife of the village, and even calling me a wild man."

Yuan Qing clenched his fists, and his eyes were full of anger. Fat Sanlang was the fat child Yang Wei, who was seven years old this year and was tall and tall. His mother was a shrew and scolded people vulgarly, and he also learned it.

"You go wash your face, I'll teach them a lesson."

Yuan Qing and Yang Wei fought a fight on New Year's Eve. The Yang family's children were no match for him at all. They couldn't beat him, so they came to bully Niu Niu. Moreover, they insulted their aunt. This must be the teachings of their parents. Yuan Qing had long regarded Chen Qiuniang as his mother, and he would never tolerate anyone insulting his aunt.

Yuanqing ran all the way, and he knew where to find them. There was an old apricot tree in the atrium, which was hundreds of years old. A three-foot-high flower bed was paved with bluestone around it, and a radius of one meter. Yang Wei occupied the mountain as his king, occupied the flower bed as his old nest, and put a banner on it on it, saying "Yangjiazhai". He proclaimed himself the King of North Wei. He was tall and fat. Five or six Yang family grandsons of the same age followed him as minions, becoming kings and dominating in the mansion, and specifically bullying the children of servants and slaves.

Yuan Qing had long disliked them, but he didn't want to cause trouble, but today this bastard dared to bully Niu Niu and insulted his aunt. He would never give up if he didn't beat them up.

The Sui Dynasty was different from later generations. The martial arts style was prevalent and the people were strong. It was an era when the strong believed that the strong were kings. Those who endured the anger were always bullied, especially in Yang Su's mansion, who only believed in strength. Yuan Qing had a low status and almost all the Yang family looked down on him.

If he swallows his anger this time, he is timid and cowardly, then the children who bully him will flock to him, and even some children of the housekeeper will beat him up. No one will pity him, and no one will reason with him. If he doesn't resist, he deserves it.

This is not a problem of causing trouble, but it is about his survival status. Even if he is beaten by an adult afterwards, the child is afraid of being beaten by him. He will not dare to bully him and Niu Niu again in the future, nor will he insult his aunt.

Yuan Qing has deeply realized the way to survive in this era of the strong prey on the weak. If he wants to avoid being bullied, he will be more ruthless and fierce, and there will be no second way.

He rushed into the atrium through the side door and saw Yang Wei and a few children, one by one, wearing bright brocade robes and small golden crowns on his head, while Yuan Qing was wearing a cloth. His father Yang Xuangan had long forgotten him, and his grandfather Yang Su had not seen him for two years. They lived in poverty and their aunt bought cloth to make clothes for him.

Five or six children were standing on the flower bed, holding wooden swords and guns in their hands, with fierce expressions, quite like bandits.

"He's here!"

A child saw him first and shouted, and Yang Wei jumped down. He was half a head taller than Yuan Qing, fat and big. He held a wooden sword in his hand. He pointed to Yuan Qing with the wooden sword: "Wild boy, kneel down and surrender, grandpa spares your life!"

Yuan Qing sneered, these little brats!

He walked forward and six children surrounded him at once. In Yuan Qing's opinion, they were six firewood. He pulled out a foot-long firewood stick from his waist, and while the six people wanted to act like a robber, he suddenly started.

He moved very fast and had great strength. He instantly knocked away the weapons in his hands of six children. He punched and kicked them like a tiger, extremely fierce, and showed no mercy. Since he had hit them, he would be afraid of them completely. He beat the six children to cry and shouted at them, rolled all over the ground, knocked the golden crown and tore the brocade clothes to pieces. The worst was Yang Wei, who was hit by Yuan Qing with a stick, and his head was bleeding.

"Stop!"

Someone shouted, "Stop!"

Yuan Qing saw someone interfering, so he slowly stopped. He clapped his hands and threw away the firewood stick. Two people appeared from outside the courtyard. A person in front ran in anger. He knew Feng Deyi, the confidant aide of his grandfather Yang Su. He was twenty-four or five years old, thin, cunning and capable.

He had never seen the person behind him. He was about fifty years old and had a very tall figure. He had white skin, three long beards, slender eyes, deep and bright eyes. He was wearing a purple robe with a large silk silk robe, a square veil hat on his head, and a black leather boots on his feet. Although he was dressed like a civil servant, Yuan Qing could tell from his feelings that this person had practiced martial arts and had an indescribable majesty.

The middle-aged man saw Yuan Qing showing his power from afar, rolling around the ground and crying, feeling a little surprised by Yuan Qing's fierceness.

Feng Deyi was a distinguished guest who was ordered to visit Yang Su. He was praising the Yang family's rigorous family style, harmonious brothers, and sisters-in-law's relatives were as close as sisters. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the atrium, he met a child fighting, and the fight was very tragic, and it was bloody, which made Feng Deyi lose face. He was angry and annoyed, and rushed forward and shouted to stop.

He had seen Yuan Qing and couldn't help but scold him with hatred: "Why are you again? Why are you always bullying people?"

Seeing that he was not asking any questions, Yuan Qing put the blame on him, and snorted coldly, "If a gentleman is not upright, he will make a sound, what's wrong?"

"Good statement!"

Sui Feng admired the strong man. When the middle-aged man behind saw that Yuan Qing could beat six people alone, he showed admiration in his eyes, walked up and smiled, "Are you the grandson of Yang Xiangguo? You are very good at speaking!"

Feng Deyi shook his head and said, "Gao Xiangyou didn't know anything. He was the son of Xuangan and the most useless illegitimate son. Apart from fighting, he was useless. Look, today is the seventh day of the lunar month, and he started to cause trouble."

When Yuan Qing heard Feng Deyi call this middle-aged man a high minister, he changed his mind and said that this person would not be Gao Jin, the first prime minister of the Great Sui Dynasty!

During the reign of Emperor Wen of Sui, Gao Jin ranked first in power, Yang Su was only second, and Yuan Qing heard about his reputation for a long time. He immediately thought that he could show off in front of Gao Jin, and maybe he had another chance.

Feng Deyi saw him standing stupidly, without any spirituality. He just now praised the cleverness of the Yang family, but when he met this child who was in trouble, he felt a headache.

"I must let your father discipline you well!"

Yuan Qing glanced at him. He had known that Feng Deyi had two sides and three swords, and he was changing his mind when he saw the wind, especially liked to complain later. Today he taught these wild boys a lesson, not afraid of being punished, and at most he beat him. But if Feng Deyi went to add fuel to the fire, the problem would become serious. He was worried that Mrs. Zheng would punish her aunt. Yuan Qing saw that the famous prime minister Gao Jin praised him quite, and he turned his eyes and found a way to deal with Feng Deyi.

He stepped forward and gave a deep salute to Gao Yong, "Boy is naughty, disturbing the Lord Yaxing, boy apologizing to the Lord!"

The middle-aged man was Gao Jin, the prime minister of the Sui Dynasty. On the seventh day of the first lunar month, he came to Yang Su to discuss the construction of Renshou Palace. He happened to encounter Yuan Qing fighting with his children. Seeing that Yuan Qing was quite polite, and although he was tall, there was a child between his eyebrows and eyes, he couldn't help but ask him curiously: "What's your name, and what age is this?"

"Report to the adults, boy Yang Yuanqing, he is five years old this year."

"Five years old!"

Gao Yang was even more surprised. The six children who were knocked down by him looked seven or eight years old. He was only five years old. This child is very strong!

He pointed at the six children who had already stood in a row, and praised him with thumbs up, "You have the legacy of your grandfather, it's amazing!"

Yuan Qing glanced at the six people disdainfully and said coldly: "If even a few playboys can't beat them, how can they destroy the Turks in the future!"

This sentence not only stunned Gao Yang, but even Feng Deyi couldn't help but admire him. He always claimed to be versatile, talking to others and talking to ghosts, but he felt that he was inferior to this child.

Gao Yang laughed, "Okay! Say it's OK."

He sighed to Feng Deyi again: "Today I have seen the family tradition of Yang Xiangguo. If you have your ancestors, you will have your grandson. It turns out that ordinary people can compare with you."

When Feng Deyi saw Gao Yang praise Yuan Qing, he turned his despicable heart and immediately changed his tone, "Haha! Although this child has a low status, he has a very strange feature. Gao Xiang, Yang Xiangguo has been waiting for a long time. Please follow me!"

Gao Yang looked at Yuan Qing deeply again, remembered his appearance, and nodded, followed Feng Deyi through the atrium, and walked towards Yang Su's study.

As soon as Gao Yang left, the six children immediately pointed at Yuan Qing, cried and yelled, "You bullied people, we are going to sue you!"

Yuan Qing slowly picked up the firewood stick, glanced at them, and smiled coldly. The six children were so scared that they were frightened and rolled and crawled away.

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