"Young Master Yang is still good at it!" Jing Lian smiled with a smile on her lips.

Yang Muyun didn't say anything. During this period, he had been practicing the martial arts that Sinluye passed on to him. Now he has achieved some success. Although it is still far from each other than before, he is much more skilled than ordinary people.

The carriage walked on the streets of the capital, making a scattered sound.

When night falls, the capital becomes more and more lively. Perhaps the martial law before suppresses people's mood for too long, and once the curfew is lifted, it will be released to the fullest. The pedestrians on the streets are shoulder to shoulder, which is even more lively than during the Chinese New Year.

"Although the lady has been married to the girl for two years, I know she has never let you go, Mr. Yang, in her heart." Jing Lian said with her eyes blinking at him.

Yang Muyun's heart suddenly jumped, and he took a deep breath and said slowly: "It's been so long, so don't mention this matter anymore. If your son-in-law knows it, it may affect the relationship between them!"

"He?" Jing Lian curled his mouth, "A playboy. If it weren't for the big tree of Duke Cheng, no one would have looked at him with a look. Now Duke Cheng is gone, and even the inheritance of the title is gone, he became panicked. Thinking that you are now in glory and want to make a real flaw through you, but you can't help but beg the lady to come and find you..."

"Oh?" Yang Muyun was stunned and thought, "Si Yu didn't say that before. It seems that she is still caring about her husband's face."

"Duke Cheng should have many old friends in the court. Why doesn't your son-in-law try to take other ways?" Yang Muyun asked.

Jing Lian sighed, "Young Master Yang may not be very clear. In the battle of Tumen, almost all the honorary and military generals with titles in the court were left there. Even the Governor's Office of the Five Army had been destroyed in name only, and many of the old friends of Duke Cheng died on the battlefield. My son-in-law had no other way except begging you."

"He can follow the Marquis of Ningyang," Yang Muyun said: "You Marquis must also bring his grandson-in-law, right?"

Jing Lian shook her head slightly, her eyes a little disdainful, "Will the son-in-law do this to make the Ningyang Marquis' Mansion look down on him? He has to take care of the face of Duke Cheng's Mansion?"

"But the Ministry of War is actually missing other than the civil servants in the yamen, it is the military position at the border," Yang Muyun pondered: "It's too aggrieved to come to the Ministry of War to be a civil servant. If you want to go to the border to find a military position... I'm sorry, killing on the battlefield is not a joke. Your son-in-law is against the Tartars, is this... good?"

"If it is successful or not, it is considered that Mr. Yang will help him," Jing Lian sighed: "It's better than staying in the capital and doing nothing. The emperor has been slow to issue an order to let his son-in-law inherit the Duke of Chengguo. Does he still have the face to stay in the capital?"

"Then... let me think about it very much," Yang Muyun frowned slightly, "I have to find a suitable place for your son-in-law."

"Young Master Yang really worried," Jing Lian bit her lip, "Actually, I really hope that the lady married to you was you, so that she would not have to be so wronged."

Yang Muyun smiled, "Your lady is from the Marquis' Mansion, how can I be better? Besides, if your son-in-law can practice well in the border for a few years and accumulate some military merits, the emperor will still return the title of Duke Cheng to him."

"Then I will borrow the good words of Mr. Yang," Jing Lian sighed again, "Mr. Yang is already a third-rank official in the court at a young age and has also been named Earl. With time, he will definitely be named Marquis and Prime Minister. It is my lady who is not lucky.

, you can’t stay with you, Mr. Yang.”

......

The carriage turned into Anfu Hutong in Dashiyongfang and stopped in front of a grand restaurant.

Yang Muyun looked up and saw that the golden signs of Jingxuan Tower shone brightly under the reflection of the lanterns.

Chen Chengfeng, Zhu Yi and Chen Siyu were already waiting in front of the restaurant. As soon as he saw the carriage arrive, he went up to meet him.

Chen Siyu looked heroic in men's clothing. Zhu Yi was respectful and contrary to her previous arrogance, she personally lifted the curtain for Yang Muyun and invited him out of the carriage.

The four of them entered a private room in the restaurant. Chen Chengfeng and Zhu Yi asked Yang Muyun to sit in the seat and quickly called for the food.

Because Yang Muyun was not embarrassed by Chen Siyu's face, he spoke very casually without a sarcastic tone.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, the topic gradually became on the right path.

"I already know what Mr. Zhu means," said Yang Muyun: "Now the border is employed, if you are interested, there are still many shortcomings. However, fighting with the Tartars is very dangerous, so Mr. Zhu has to consider it."

Zhu Yi blushed, "My father died in Yaoerling in order to protect the Supreme Emperor. Even if I am not worthy, I dare not insult my father and grandfather's reputation. If Lord Yang can help, I will be grateful."

"I admire Mr. Zhu for such ambition!" Yang Muyun thought for a while and said, "Shi Heng, the right governor who guards Gubeikou, has an old age with me. If you can go there, I will write a letter and he will definitely take good care of you. But it is a place where military merits are discussed. Others will not be respected by you because of your background. You need to make more military merits."

"That's natural," Zhu Yi said with a high apology: "If I don't have the ability to be convinced, I will not blame the Lord."

"Well," Yang Muyun nodded, "I may not give you too high a lack of officials at the beginning... Is it okay to let you take a thousand generals in the military camp first?"

"Even if I am an ordinary lieutenant, I, Zhu Yi, can do it," Zhu Yi said, "I'm thanking you here." He stood up and wanted to bow down.

"No," Yang Muyun quickly supported him and looked at Chen Siyu, "But he can't return to Beijing without authorization when he was practicing in the border. Mr. Zhu still has to endure loneliness."

"Mu Yun can help," Chen Chengfeng said: "We are very grateful. Whoever has not been able to get over the official rank with one knife and one shot? Mu Yun's arrangement is very good!" He said and looked at his sister.

Chen Siyu poured a glass of wine and brought it to Yang Muyun, "I will never thank you for your kindness. Lord Yang helped my husband so much, so please drink this cup!"

"I dare not," Yang Muyun did not reach out to take it, but said, "This official position must be nodded by Lord Shangshu. It is not appropriate to do so. I will ask Lord Shangshu for this matter tomorrow."

Even though Yang Muyun said that, the three of them were happy and despised. Everyone knew that he was a person who was relied on by Yu Qian, the Minister of War, and he would agree to everything he asked for.

The four of them drank for a while and left the restaurant very late.

Yang Muyun got drunk and got on the carriage, and Jing Lian accompanied him to his mansion.

In the hazy drunkenness, Yang Muyun saw Zhou Mengnan standing in front of the gate and looking at him, Su Yue, Ning Xin and Daiyu were with her.

......

The carriage stopped in front of the mansion, and Jing Lian supported Yang Muyun

Get off the carriage.

When Zhou Mengnan saw this scene, he hurriedly ordered Su Yue and the other three to say, "Hurry up, go and help your husband."

They hurriedly stepped forward to take Yang Muyun from Jing Lian.

"Why did the master drink like this?" Su Yue looked at Jing Lian. Jing Lian did not answer and came to Zhou Mengnan and gave Yingying a gift, "Is it Mrs. Yang?"

"Yes," Zhou Mengnan nodded and said, "You are..."

Jing Lian smiled slightly, "Mr. Yang and my master were drunk and drunk, so he ordered me to send him back."

"Who is your master?" Zhou Mengnan asked with a frown.

"My master and Mr. Yang are old friends. They met when they were in Nandu..." Jing Lian didn't say much, turned around and ordered people to lift a few large boxes from the car.

"What do you mean?"

"This is my master's meaning," Jing Lian explained: "I hope Mrs. Yang will accept it on his behalf." Without waiting for Zhou Mengnan to say anything, he jumped back to the carriage and left in a hurry.

"Miss," Su Yue looked at the big boxes, "What should I do?"

Zhou Mengnan pondered slightly and said, "You ordered people to carry these boxes first and put them in the warehouse. No one can open the boxes without my instructions." He said to Ning Xin and Daiyu, "You should help your husband in quickly and order the chef to cook a bowl of sobering soup to relieve the wine."

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"His things taken away?" Chen Siyu asked Jing Lian.

"Well," Jing Lian nodded vigorously, "Young Master Yang's wife is right in front of the mansion. After I saw the gift with her, I asked someone to put down the box and leave."

"You're doing a good job," Chen Siyu nodded and said, "You said his wife is right in front of the mansion."

"Yes, I must be waiting for Mr. Yang, right?" Jing Lian thought about it and said, "That Mrs. Yang is quite beautiful, and the three maids around her are all very beautiful."

"She cares a lot about Mu Yun," a strange color flashed in Chen Siyu's eyes, "Isn't Zi Su here?"

Jing Lian shook her head, "I didn't see Miss Zi Su... Huh? It's strange, it's so hard that she is not in the mansion?"

"There is no need to guess the family affairs of others," Chen Siyu's pretty face was filled with a hint of sadness. "In short, this is all I can do for my husband."

"Miss," Jing Lian hesitated and said, "Are you really worried about your uncle going to the border?"

"It was his own request, not someone else forced him," Chen Siyu said: "Now there is no hope for inheriting the title of Duke Cheng of the Kingdom of China, so he can only go this way."

"But... but my son-in-law is not as good as a martial artist. What can he do if he goes to the border even if he becomes a 1,000 president? Can he really go to the battlefield to fight against the Tartars?"

"It depends on his luck," Chen Siyu was very calm. "He can't live his life under the brink of his ancestors. Even the children of the Chen family in our Ningyang Marquis Mansion have to prove themselves on the battlefield."

"Miss, don't you really worry about your uncle?"

"What's the use of worrying about me?" Chen Siyu said: "He can't let others walk for him in his own way. Men must live like a man."
Chapter completed!