Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 419 Gao Yang's Fiancé (11,000 words)

But it was Gao Yang, whom I hadn't seen in a long time.

It must be admitted that even without looking at her stunningly beautiful face, Gao Yang's figure alone is enough to make her a peerless beauty.

Among the women Song Yan knew, only Luo Yuheng could rival Gao Yang in terms of figure.

It's not just big in a simple way.

Rather, it is perfectly plump and evenly full.

She's definitely the type of woman men like the most.

Of course, this excludes Fang Jun, who likes to swap partners and has absolutely no interest in his own women.

Thinking this, Song Yan shook her head, her expression returning to normal: "So it's Cousin Gao Yang. Where have you been all this time? I didn't see her when I returned home yesterday."

Gao Yang also has a rather generous personality.

I won't be so hesitant and awkward.

In terms of status, Song Yan is Gao Yang's cousin-in-law, but he feels that calling him cousin-in-law is too formal, so he usually refers to him as cousin-brother.

Gao Yang's face was also beaming with smiles: "Although Xinhou is just a county town, it is a border area after all, so there are a lot of trivial matters. Mr. Liu couldn't handle everything by himself there, so my aunt assigned me to go and help out. I've finally finished my work."

"Cousin, is something wrong?"

Song Yan glanced at Granny Gui behind Gao Yang and shook her head: "There's nothing special about it. I've just been away from Pingyang for a long time and wanted to see what Pingyang is like now. If you're free, cousin, why don't we take a walk together?"

Gao Yang nodded happily, and he had a very good impression of his cousin.

He could write poetry that would be passed down through the ages, and he could also conquer the world on horseback.

Tianxuan has found a decent home, though his only drawback is probably having too many undesirable romantic entanglements; he's never short of beautiful girls around him. Of course, in this era, for capable men, this isn't really a flaw; at most, they're considered charming and talented, which is perfectly normal.

What's more, Song Yan was her savior.

At that time, Granny Gui had not yet been assigned to the King's side. If Song Yan hadn't rescued her from a group of bandits, she would have been tortured beyond belief.

Walking side by side.

With a beautiful woman by his side, he naturally attracted more attention, including many elegant ladies and gentlemen. Occasionally, someone would try to get to know him, but before they could act, their companions would grab their clothes, secretly glancing at Song Yan while whispering warnings:

You don't want to live anymore? Do you know who that is? Qian Yaozu was the one who was skinned alive by him.

You dare to lay a finger on the woman of the Marquis of Champion? I heard there are tens of thousands of heads waiting to be piled up in Xinhou County. If you don't want your head to be piled up too, you'd better behave yourself.

such as.

Every time Gao Yang heard these words, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, seemingly finding it amusing. Her cheeks flushed slightly, whether from shyness or the cold wind, it was hard to tell. Song Yan couldn't help but feel annoyed. Could you please keep your voices down when you're whispering? Why are you talking so loudly and looking at me all the while? Are you afraid I won't hear you?

Also, when did Gao Yang become our woman?

You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want.

Along the way, Gao Yang asked Song Yan about some things that happened in Dongling City. Compared to Luo Yuheng, Gao Yang was much more composed, and his expression was only slightly serious. When he heard that Song Yan had actually met Prince Fu on his way back, he couldn't help but be surprised. Knowing that his father had gained weight and was in good spirits, he gradually felt relieved.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the military camp.

Li Er and his 15,000 soldiers have been properly settled. They have been temporarily incorporated into Zhang Han's command and become the ambush force of Pingyang Prefecture. Although there are more than 100 soldiers, Pingyang is located on the border and needs to guard against the Jurchens. It is understandable that there are a few more soldiers.

The five thousand black-armored soldiers have been settled in.

Only one day has passed, but training has already begun.

Most of the soldiers under Li Er's command were just untrained peasants who had almost never received formal training. Even when they were fighting, they relied on their fearless courage, brandishing their weapons and charging forward while yelling and shouting. Although it was frightening, it inevitably resulted in too many casualties.

The new training is comprehensive, covering physical fitness, willpower, and teamwork—nothing can be neglected.

This was hard for these people to accept. After a morning of training, many of them lay on the ground panting heavily, and some even cried out in despair. They said that if they had known that being a soldier in Pingyang would be so hard, they would have preferred to be a rebel in Liutang. If all else failed, they would have been a bandit in the mountains, at least they would have been free and not subject to such restrictions.

The generals under Li Er were particularly resentful. They were already generals, and it was humiliating that they had to train with common soldiers.

By noon, when large buckets of brown rice were delivered, everyone's eyes lit up. Although it was just brown rice, the quantity was enormous, not to mention the vegetables. Looking at the oil droplets floating in the vegetable bowls, it was clear that meat had been added... Suddenly, the fatigue in their bodies didn't seem so intense anymore, and their original dissatisfaction disappeared completely.

Even if some generals were unhappy, they couldn't cause any trouble under these circumstances.

Of course, there are rules even when it's time to eat. A hundred or two people gather together, forming a circle, with a refined-looking instructor in the middle.

Time cannot be wasted. These people must understand who gave them the rice in their hands, the meat in their mouths, and the silver in their pockets. Every now and then, they will be compared with the soldiers of other prefectures and even the border troops. The core idea is one thing—loyalty.

During mealtimes, these soldiers probably weren't in the mood to listen to all that nonsense, but day after day, year after year, over time they would probably be able to recite the instructors' words by heart, and the idea of ​​loyalty would be like a brand, engraved in their souls.

This method of training left Gao Yang dumbfounded. Was he sure this wasn't some strange religion?

Song Yan, however, didn't care about all that and transferred Mr. Gao and Mr. Liang from Li Er's side. Both of these gentlemen were capable, and their contributions were indispensable to the great success of Li Er's rebellion.

Li Er was somewhat unwilling.

Just by looking at the 10,000 to 20,000 black-armored soldiers in the military camp, as well as more than 10,000 strong and well-equipped soldiers, and even several thousand heavy cavalry riding grassland warhorses, he suddenly felt that one cannot be so selfish. Just because he had a good relationship with Mr. Liang and Mr. Gao, he could not bind them to his side and needlessly hinder their future.

Mr. Gao's real name is Gao Xingcai. He joined Li Er quite early and is now in his forties or fifties. It is said that he was originally a schoolteacher. Gao Xingcai was the one who suggested Li Er's strategy of fighting and dividing the country, and even the idea of ​​enforcing strict military discipline and winning over the people.

This idea is over a thousand years ahead of our time.

As for Mr. Liang, whose real name is Liang Guangzong... When Song Yan heard this name, his expression became very strange. He always felt that he and Qian Yaozu could be a couple.

He had only been with Li Er for a short time, joining him last winter. He was an expert in accounting, extremely sensitive to money and coins, and could calculate the army's needs for provisions and pay in a very short time.

Liang Guangzong also offered Li Er many effective strategies, such as extending the provisions and benefits of the Minwang rebel army to other counties to attract young men from surrounding areas to join the army. In this way, the rebel army's strength could be expanded without increasing its territory.

The last time the troops from the three prefectures besieged Liutang, sending troops to raid the prefecture's supply lines was also Liang Guangzong's plan.

The two strategists were suddenly summoned away by Song Yan, and they were both terrified, wondering how this marquis who had a penchant for dead heads intended to deal with them.

Song Yan didn't say anything, so the two of them could only follow behind her cautiously. "Cousin."

"Hmm?" Gao Yang looked at Song Yan with some suspicion, wondering what Song Yan wanted to do by suddenly calling him.

What are your plans for the future?

This question made Gao Yang's heart skip a beat; it was indeed a very real problem.

Don't be fooled by Gao Yang's current life in Pingyang Prefecture, where she seems to be busy with various matters and living a fulfilling life. This is not a long-term solution. Three or five months might be fine, and she could even get by for a year or two, but what about longer? You must remember that although Gao Yang is a widow, she is still only a twenty-one-year-old girl. Continuing like this will ultimately delay her life.

Moreover, her identity cannot be hidden forever. When that happens, how will Gao Yang explain that he is still alive?
Fang Wanlin is currently in the governor's mansion, and she naturally knows her niece-in-law. If they meet, the truth will definitely come out.

How will the Fang family explain this then?

The ancient rules were set in stone. Even though Gao Yang was a princess, once she married into the Fang family, she became a member of the Fang family. Even though Fang Jun was dead, she was still a widow of the Fang family. Whether she remarried or devoted herself to Buddhism, she had to obtain the Fang family's consent.

Given Gao Yang's special status, it is more likely that the Fang family will choose a man of similar age and generation from within the family to marry Gao Yang, thus continuing to serve as a link between the Fang family and the royal family.

Gao Yang naturally understood these things, but she was unwilling to face them, so Song Yan's direct confrontation seemed somewhat cruel.

For a moment, Gao Yang remained silent.

"Why don't you take the initiative to write a letter to Fang Hai and explain the situation? No matter what, Fang Hai is still your father-in-law. It's only right and proper for Fang Hai to know that you're still alive, so that others won't expose your identity and make things too ugly." After thinking for a moment, Song Yan said, "Just tell the truth. There's nothing to hide. If it really comes down to it, just pin it on Jiang Miaojun. Anyway, Jiang Miaojun is already dead. She's not going to lift the lid of her coffin and come out to confront you. Don't make things too tense. Then we can discuss other things later."

Gao Xingcai and Liang Guangzong exchanged a glance, both able to see the helplessness in each other's eyes.

For those of them who grew up studying the Four Books and Five Classics, Song Yan's words were, at best, disrespectful to the deceased, and at worst, utterly heretical and deserving of the scorn of scholars. However, considering Song Yan's status and personality, they swallowed back some of their words, after all, all the scholars in the world who would condemn Song Yan were dead.

Gao Yang nodded, agreeing with Song Yan's statement.

"In addition, the matter of Caiyi has also been investigated and clarified."

Gao Yang's body suddenly stopped in place, and his previously somewhat empty eyes suddenly widened, staring straight at Song Yan. For some reason, just looking at Song Yan's indifferent face, Gao Yang felt an indescribable sense of fear, as if a hairy worm was constantly wriggling on the back of his neck, and a layer of goosebumps instantly crawled up his neck and covered his cheeks.

"This matter was indeed instigated by Kong Nianhan," Song Yan said again, pursing her lips.

hum.

Something seemed to explode inside Gao Yang's head, buzzing loudly, and his body swayed uncontrollably, as if he were about to fall at any moment. "Impossible..." Gao Yang blurted out almost subconsciously, his voice becoming somewhat shrill: "My mother wouldn't do such a thing."

Song Yan also stopped, his expression somewhat helpless: "I don't want to believe it either, but... this is the information I have so far. What I can say for sure is that there are other people behind your mother who are orchestrating all of this. Your mother is probably just an executor."

Originally, Song Yan really didn't intend to tell Gao Yang about this, as it might alert the enemy.

However, he had a fairly good relationship with Gao Yang and was unwilling to keep it a secret forever.

Gao Yang stood frozen in place, his face pale, looking rather pitiful.

Gao Yang is no longer a princess; to put it bluntly, she's living under someone else's roof, just staying at her aunt and cousin's house. And now her mother has done something like this. How is she supposed to face people in the future? She doesn't believe her mother would do such a thing, but she also knows that Song Yan would never lie to her about something like this.

In an instant, Gao Yang felt a buzzing in his head, a jumble of thoughts, and his vision blurred. He swayed and fell to the side. Fortunately, Song Yan was nearby and quickly grabbed Gao Yang's shoulder, preventing his head from hitting the ground hard.

To be honest, her figure is indeed voluptuous and full-figured.

Lost in thought, Song Yan pinched Gao Yang's philtrum hard with her fingernails, and Gao Yang slowly woke up.

Even after waking up, Gao Yang's face was gloomy, and his body trembled, whether from fear or sadness. His face was still pale, and his lips trembled slightly. After a long while, he recovered a little, bit his white and neat teeth, and took a deep breath: "I will also investigate this matter."

"If it's true, I will give my aunt and Caiyi an explanation."

Song Yan smiled, helped Gao Yang to his feet, and then released Gao Yang's shoulders: "Your mother is your mother, and you are you. You don't need to take all the responsibility on yourself. I'm telling you now just so you can be prepared in advance."

Gao Yang pursed her lips and nodded vigorously, "Thank you for telling me all this." She understood that Song Yan's willingness to tell her this was a sign of his trust in her. After a brief pause, Gao Yang spoke again, "I'm a little tired, so I'll head back to the manor for now. My cousin should also go back early."

Gao Yang bowed to Song Yan and then prepared to turn and leave.

Just as Song Yan said, she should send a letter to the Fang family as soon as possible, because the longer this matter is delayed, the greater the impact will be.

Moreover, she suddenly remembered a letter that her mother had sent through someone a few days ago.

"Wait a minute, you can't go back to the manor yet." Song Yan said helplessly, "Fang Wanlin is here."

crunch.

Gao Yang froze on the spot. She knew that this was really troublesome.

……

squeak!
Pingyang City, main street.

Inside the restaurant, a young man in his mid-twenties raised his wine glass with a loud thud.

The young man downed the entire glass of wine in one gulp, then swayed his head slightly, feeling a bit tipsy. Although Ningguo was weak, it had to be said that it had a lot of good things to offer, and such fine wine was extremely rare in his hometown. The young man was handsome, but his movements were unrestrained and bold. Before he even put down the glass, he had already raised his other arm and wiped the wine stains off his lips in one swift motion.

A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties across from him couldn't help but feel sorry for him. This robe was made of Shu brocade, and it was a real waste to wear it on this person.

Wild boars cannot eat fine bran.

Even dressed in splendid robes, wearing a jade hairpin, and with a mutton-fat jade pendant at his waist, he could not change his barbaric and vulgar nature.

Although he felt contempt in his heart, the middle-aged man did not show it. He maintained a gentle smile throughout, holding his sleeve with one hand and chopsticks with the other, constantly serving food to the young man. This alone showed that the young man's status was far superior to that of the middle-aged man.

The young man's attention was not on the delicious food in front of him, nor could even the fine wine attract much of his attention. His long, narrow, slightly sinister eyes, like those of a hawk, were fixed on the street below through the window.

To be precise, those eyes were fixed on a woman in a white dress below.

"Everyone says Ningguo women are gentle and delicate, but your young lady certainly has a big ass." The young man grinned, his words dripping with vulgarity: "Is this the wife you've prepared for me?"

"Excellent, I like it very much."

"I accept this marriage proposal!"

(End of this chapter)