"I've seen my uncle." The next day, under the guidance of Yang Shidao, my young master came to the study of King Guande Yang Xiong. The old guy was sitting on the desk and writing quickly.

"You are here, you are here. I have been waiting for you for a long time." Old Master Yang, who had white hair and a rosy face but was full of energy, saw me, put down his pen, waved at me and said with a smile.

After entering the study, Yang Shidao received his father's look, said hello and flashed his eyes, leaving only me, a young man, facing this cunning King Guande.

"Wuji was too reckless that day, and he felt that he had no face to see his uncle again, so..." After Master Yang came out of the study, I apologized for his improper behavior at the birthday party of King Guande. Although the old man looked displeased, no one in a high position was a master who could stab someone with a knife with a smile on his face.

We should be more low-key. Besides, I don’t hit the smiling person. I admit my mistake with such a low attitude. I think no matter how bad this old guy is, he will never turn against me on the spot. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come to pass the message to this young master that day.

Seeing me like this, Yang Xiong pointed at me with a laughing and crying expression. "You, my nephew, don't think I'm deaf and dazzled. Do you think I'm deaf and dazzled when you do everything you do in my mansion that day, do you think I'm not sure about it?"

"My uncle's words are wrong. It is precisely because Duan Bingbui bullies me too much that Wuji was angry and made such an impolite act at the birthday party." When I heard the old guy's words, I couldn't help but feel a sudden blow, but I still explained without changing my face.

"Haha, if I hadn't heard what had happened before, how could I allow you to do this at my birthday party?" Yang Xiong stroked his long beard and smiled proudly.

Well, this old guy has this ability and strength. In addition, that day was his birthday party. If he did, the emperor would give him some shame, so if this old guy really wanted to stop me, I could only stare at me.

"Nephew, I have been observing you these days. Not only are you very talented in literature, but you are also very brave. Before you reach the sixteenth level, you can shoot and kill tigers alone. I am the only one I have seen in my life..." Yang Xiong praised me so much that I blushed. Well, I was a little shy. Yes, it seems that the rumors are getting more and more mysterious. Fortunately, I can kill tigers even if I don't pass them down. If that happens, I might not stay here and whisper to Yang Xiong, but was lifted into the palace by Yang Guang, throwing me into the beast cage and asking me to demonstrate some immortal methods to him.

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"Today's pillar will be my pillar of the Sui Dynasty in the future." Yang Xiong praised this young master and made a very honest conclusion. Well, indeed, in another historical time and space, in twenty years, this young master will become a famous prime minister, but not from the Sui Dynasty, but from the Tang Empire.

"A poem on the frontier has revealed the cold, bitter and hardship of the frontier. This really makes me unable to believe that you are so young, but it is like seeing the worldly feelings..."

"Uncle, don't praise Wuji. Wuji has been studying since childhood, so he naturally reads history. The sufferings of the soldiers in the frontier are recorded in history, which makes people feel deeply moved. Since ancient times, the great enemies of our land of China have all been the best. Wuji reads it and wishes he could raise the three-foot green edge to achieve fame and fortune." This young master's face turned upright and his passionate attitude was very in line with the image of a passionate young man. Yang Xiong was comforted and caressed his beard.

"What a man who raised the three-foot green edge and won't make a fortune. Haha, I really surprised me. I originally thought that my nephew was just a talented man, but I didn't want to, not only did he be very good at archery skills, but also proficient in military strategies."

"Uh, uncle, you shouldn't praise the wrong person, right? Wuji's literary talent is still worthy of it. This archery technique is at most lucky, but Wuji is really..." I almost fainted. Could it be that this old guy was excited and started running the Guanghan High-speed Railway?

"I heard the teacher's detailed explanation of Hannibal's military strategy before I knew that there were heroes outside of China. My nephew, you are only sixteen years old, but you can know so detailed about the famous generals outside of China. Your deeds and military strategy can be told in a casual manner. If you hadn't thoughtfully explored the military strategy, how could you know?" The old man gave me a look at me angrily, as if he thought that this young master looked down on the IQ of a veteran who had been immersed in the army for the rest of his life.

When he said this, I was a little speechless and a little complacent. Indeed, it was not only the past, present, and even the famous generals of the Chinese nation in the future. I know a lot of Western military strategists and strategists, which is definitely something that Yang Xiong and even everyone in China are unheard of. Well, if someone dares to say that he knows who Napoleon is, I will definitely ask this guy for a QQ number and E Meier.

Yang Xiong raised his eyebrows at me proudly, and then asked someone to give me some wine and food. That look, it means a little thing. I don’t believe it, I can’t cure you. Damn!

"Come on, today, I am a little wine, but before I go to the table, I would like to ask my nephew to leave a calligraphy treasure first, and copy the frontier poem to me. With this thing, it is also easy to relieve my boredom in the army." Yang Xiong put the people in the wine and food, and then pointed to the pen and ink in front of me, which means that if you want to drink, you should advance the meal money first.

Think about it, I can sell my folding fan for a hundred cents of money. The old man will fool my calligraphy with such a table of seven or eight dishes and a jar of wine. I really hate it. I will give it a deep impression. I don’t care about the Japanese young master making trouble at his banquet. Anyway, I have always been doing things and loving things. Besides, what we wrote is not ghost painting talismans. Maybe after it has been passed down for thousands of years, it will become a calligraphy art work that will be regarded as treasures by future generations.

Maybe in later generations, my statue will be placed together with Wang Xizhi's statue in the museum, allowing Wang Dada and I to continue to communicate with the art of calligraphy with our minds in the future history and space.

After writing, I put the pen down and respectfully took the wine cup brought by the smiling Yang Xiong and thanked him. I drank it all in one go. It was a good thing. This kind of wine with ice fish inside was even more comfortable than the ice beer in later generations.

Although I have been drinking beer for more than ten years in my later generations, I still don’t think beer is so delicious. The adjective of this beer has been stubbornly imprinted in my heart.

Including high-altitude wine, I couldn't feel anything good to drink. Although I had a lot of alcohol, a bottle of high-altitude wine of fifty or sixty degrees would be a little dizzy at most, and nothing happened at all. This is also an important reason why the town secretary asked me to be his secretary.

The only small wine I like to drink is the homemade glutinous rice wine, which has a sour and sweet taste, and can exude the fragrance of the wine. This is my favorite. I don’t know how many friends have despised me, but I have never changed my original intention. Even if I often drink Moutai with my leader, I want it. If anyone asks me what wine is good, I will definitely point to my glutinous rice wine jar.

In ancient times, this type of wine was not high in its degree. It had the aroma of wine and the taste was gentle and tasty. Just from the perspective of wine, I felt that time traveling was not a bad thing.

The old guy has a good alcohol tolerance and a good appetite. He eats lightly and is all vegetarian. This really makes me, the young man who is having a long meal, very speechless. The old guy killed six bowls of wheat rice in a row, and then stopped. Seeing that I almost fell to the ground even the wine cup.
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