As soon as he entered the shop, he saw that King Guande Yang Xiong was sitting on a chair, playing with the familiar folding fan in his hand, and four neatly-shaped bodyguards in Zhongnanhai were still standing behind him. Perhaps it was still early now, and apart from King Guande, his bodyguards and the staff in the shop, no customer saw it. Well, the old man brought the harmonious dog with a very funny feeling last time, and he was squatting beside the King Guande, looking around curiously.

"Young Master Changsun, I have been waiting for a long time..." Seeing me, a kind smile appeared on the face of King Guande Yang Xiong, who stood up and smiled.

Seeing me, the harmonious dog Tengyue stood up and began to shake his tail, expressing his mood that it was consistent with its owner, which was very happy.

"I have seen it... old man." I first bowed to Yang Xiong, then glanced at the shopkeeper standing next to me. Since the old guy likes to cover up even if he even reports a name, I will just give it to him.

"Haha, there is no need to be like this..." Yang Xiong stepped forward and picked me up and looked at me kindly. "I didn't expect that you were the descendant of Changsun Sheng. Haha, your father and I used to be ministers in the same palace. Although I didn't have much contact with me, I admire your father's talent very much."

Well, the old guy started to get in love when he met. I don’t know what he wanted to do. Compared to this old man who has lived for sixty or seventy years, this young man is really a few points behind. After grinning the bullet and humming, he was a little bit behind.

Yang Xiong reluctantly handed the folding fan back to me: "If this thing is not something you said to me, it is something you gave to your friend. I can't say it, and I'm reluctant to give it back to you."

The old guy said modest words, why did he pinch his hands so tightly that I couldn't pull them over for a long time. He could only smile and said, "Why do you have to do this? If the old man does not abandon him, then I will make another folding fan like this, and I hope the old man will...

"A word is determined!" The old man slapped my shoulder without waiting for me to finish speaking, with a look of pleasure. "My nephew is indeed extremely intelligent, haha..."

Just laugh, I haven't finished speaking humble words yet, you old guy, are really inappropriate. Just make the final decision. Damn! What's the difference between it and the old bandit who robbed under a mask?

"By the way, I'm waiting for you today. In addition to returning this fan to you, well, come and find a secluded place with me..." The old guy smiled, pulled the dog chain, led the harmonious dog to swallow the moon, and walked forward like a funny bully. I had to hand over the folding fan to Li Yuanfang and then left.

The old guy is very good at choosing places. He chose a private room with a very elegant and exquisite top floor in a high-end restaurant in Taipei City. It was not on the side of the street, but through the window, you could see a rather elegant rockery and a small pool behind the restaurant.

"Come on, although the shopkeeper here is from the Great Sui Dynasty, the wine here is authentic Western Region grapes." After sitting down, some exquisite side dishes and fruits were placed, and the old man's guards all left the room, including my loyal servant Li Yuanfang. Only me, the old man and his beloved dog, Tengyue, were left here. There was not even a person to serve. Helplessly, I, the junior, could only take the responsibility of pouring wine. After all, Tengyue was just a dog, and I would definitely not be able to do this. I can only avoid it.

The old guy seemed to love this harmonious dog very much, so he ordered a plate of beef for the dog. When the meat was brought, the guy immediately began to wag his tail and swallow it voraciously.

Yang Xiong patted Tunyue's head docilely, then turned around and invited me to drink.

I have to say that the taste of this wine is indeed good, at least it is much more refreshing than the bottled dry red wine that I drank in later generations, and it does not have the strange smell that makes my tongue numb. It is said that it is the smell of an oak barrel. The heavier the smell, the longer the wine cellar will be stored.

It seems that this young master is really not suitable for foreign things. Anyway, I usually drink dried red and white wine with Sprite. Without Sprite, no matter how expensive the dried red wine comes to my mouth, it will taste the same, sour, astringent, and a strange smell.

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"This wine is really good, it has a mellow taste and a long and fragrant taste. It is indeed a good wine." After taking two sips, I finally made a few praises.

The old guy raised his eyebrows with a big opinion. "Haha, although my nephew is young, you can make such a pertinent evaluation just by tasting the wine. Could it be that you like the things in this cup since childhood?"

"Uh, the old man was joking." After a speechless period, he laughed at himself. Could it be that those who know how to taste wine must be alcoholics? What is this theory?

"You must already know who I am?" Yang Xiong smiled faintly and asked softly. I nodded and saluted him respectfully again: "Caomin, please see the prince."

"Haha, you, I say Wuji's nephew, I am a minister with your father. Although your father has gone, it should be too much for you to call me uncle? If you do this again, I will be really angry." Yang Xiong looked stern and said in a deep voice.

"Young nephew is more respectful than obedient." Well, that's fine. The old man wants to have a relationship with me. I naturally beat the snake and stick. I don't know how to do it. The old man is happy. Well, the old man looks like a very kind elder. At least I chat with me and I am very happy.

"...I didn't expect that my nephew would suffer this hardship. Fortunately, the good people and heavenly beings are in heaven. Otherwise, wouldn't I have a young talent missing from the Sui Dynasty?" Yang Xiong asked about my recent situation, and naturally I told him everything. Yang Xiong couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, fortunately, my uncle cares for me, my mother and sister take care of me day and night, and I finally recovered." I couldn't help but sigh. Those days were just when I was traveling through time. Seeing them busy for me day and night, how could I not care about it? It was their actions that made me think of them as my closest relatives in this world in my heart.

"Well... I have a doubt, and I hope my nephew will explain it. According to what you said, it seems that you are living in your uncle's residence now?" Yang Xiong is worthy of being an old ginger and soon reached a point.

"What my uncle said is not bad. My sister, I and my mother are indeed living in my uncle's house." After thinking about it, I decided to tell the truth.

Yang Xiong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked curiously: "Why is this? I remember that when your father died, Your Majesty was very sorry for him and his favor was also very generous. Why did your mother and son fall into this field?"

"Oh... this was originally the family scandal of the Changsun family, so it should not be said to outsiders..." A hint of embarrassment appeared on my face, my eyes were full of sadness and helplessness, and resentment and desolation. At least my facial expression was quite vivid. Although this young master, as a time traveler, had not experienced that hardship, it did not prevent me from imagining myself as Yang Bailao walking in the wilderness of the wind and snow.

Seeing my young face, the vicissitudes of life appeared. Even if it was an old guy like Yang Xiong who had lived for sixty or seventy years, I could not help but be affected by me. After pondering slightly, Yang Xiong cleared his throat. "I am a minister of the same palace. Although I cannot say that my friendship is deep, it also complements each other. If my nephew is willing to recognize my uncle, please say it bluntly."

When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel a little moved. Yes, a person like him who is in a high position can almost be said to be a spit and a nail, and it is definitely not a fool or a random train.

After all, this era is not like the 21st century, where even benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness are too lazy to talk about, and compare with each other to see who has no limit on morality.

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Chapter completed!