The aroma of fried rice is still wandering around.

Wang Yan and Zhou Xiaoyi stared at their brother Yang, and didn't know whether they should go forward to say something. They always felt that Brother Yang's expression was a bit strange, his eyes were distracted, and his eyes were blurred, but it didn't seem like he needed someone else to come forward to disturb him.

Yang Ming slowly picked up the tea bowl and tasted a bite of the slightly cold vegetarian tea.

With the fragrance of fried rice, Yang Ming's memories became clearer.

Fortunately, he was praised by Duke An Guo and promoted to the Imperial City Division. Those who directly harmed his family had long disappeared in this world due to various storms, with only a few remaining ones, but these people actually did the most to watch. Yang Ming himself was a rule-oriented person. If he was not in the Imperial City Division, he might have found a reason to retaliate. In this position, he was unwilling to do anything illegal.

In fact, the culprit has been doing pretty badly for many years.

The prefect was a cautious and cautious person at that time. He was born in a big family and was able to achieve his position on the surface. He was excellent in every year of assessment. He was a well-known capable official and famous.

But Yang Ming knew very well that a person who could indulge such a brother-in-law, one hundred or a thousand, could not believe him at will.

Over the years, Yang Ming has paid attention to him and collected his evidence of his crimes. He has never given up. Last year, he finally caught the handle of that guy.

This time, that guy was caught in a major event that was afraid that the court would be in trouble. He would never get out of it. His boss took action personally. After the case was settled, it was no problem to confiscate the family and exterminate the clan.

Yang Ming got the accurate information and was stunned for a long time after seeing the specific information. He was still happy, but he seemed not as happy as he imagined.

A plate of fried rice is not too much, but Yang Ming has an irregular diet for a long time, and now Gu Xiang doesn't dare to let him eat too much.

After eating the fried rice, he brought him a small plate of hawthorn cake, which was square and small, only a piece of it was the size of a thumb cover, and it was only seven or eight pieces together.

Yang Ming doesn't like to eat sour foods. When he was a child, he never ate the candied haws that other children liked. At this time, he picked up a piece of hawthorn cake and looked like agate. It was as crystal clear as agate, with a little frosted sugar on it, as thin as clouds. Under such lights, the fog was hazy and beautiful.

The taste was sweet, so after taking a deep breath, Yang Ming picked it up and ate one carefully.

When the hawthorn cake was in the mouth, the tip of the tongue beat like a stimulant, and the sour smell rushed into the nose, and a little sweetness appeared from the bottom of the heart.

Yang Ming hasn't felt like this for many years.

It seems to be five years ago or six years ago?

Yilan told him that she wanted to get married with him.

At that moment, his heart was so sour and sweet. He couldn't sleep for several nights. He was excited and nervous, like a young boy.

Yilan's beautiful face appeared in his mind. No matter what others said, he knew that he was such a good woman.

But the world is like this, but a good woman may not have a good ending. When Yilan got married, she naturally didn't choose her own choice. Her family was poor and had two brothers in her family, so her parents chose the family with the highest betrothal gift for her.

The man's legs and feet were not very convenient, but Yilan said that among all the candidates, her parents had already chosen the best person for her, at least she had no bad records, unlike the other two candidates, there were some bad rumors.

Valley state

In the third year of marriage, Yilan had a difficult child when she gave birth to her second child. The family thought she was dead, so they swept her up and threw her into the mass grave. That day, Yang Ming was working in a business nearby and accidentally found that she was not dead yet, so he had to hand over the errand to his brothers temporarily and find a way to save the person himself.

Perhaps the daughters of poor families are lucky, and Yilan struggles to survive.

She was only eighteen years old that year.

After encountering so many tragic events, Yilan was not willing to do so at all. She felt that her parents were not sorry for her. She died of dying from childbirth. That was because she was not lucky.

Half of the little sisters in the village have experienced difficult labor. Giving children is a life-threatening thing for women. If you struggle, you will be lucky. If you wait for the second struggle, you will not always be lucky, so you will have this happen sooner or later.

Yilan felt that her luck was not bad. The doctor showed her and said that she would never get pregnant or have a baby again. When she heard this, Yilan was relieved.

Yang Ming thought of every expression between Yilan's eyes and eyebrows. The bitterness in his heart was not so strong, but a little sad.

He liked Yilan and wanted to marry her. He carried a sedan chair in eight and married her. Yilan was very happy and told him that she also wanted to get married and get married with him.

The woman she likes never considers whether it is matched or not, nor cares about rumors outside. Some people say that she is not worthy of herself, but she never annoys and doesn't think this is right.

Some people also say that Yang Ming was just impulsive and would regret it if he married her. When he was tired of it, he could imagine what she would end up like.

Yilan only said, "Anyway, he is willing to marry now, and I am really happy. I don't care about the present, should I worry about the future?"

Yang Ming simply loves his little Yilan so much.

Thinking of the old things, he couldn't help but stretch his eyebrows and eyes gently and was in a good mood.

The night gradually became richer and the wind blew.

The diners on both sides looked at Yang Ming with envious eyes. Xie Shang stretched out his long legs and kicked Xie Bin, giving a wink.

Xie Bin was stunned for a moment, rubbed his face suddenly and stood up to stop Qiuli: "Why are there no fried rice on our menu? We also want two servings of the kind that General Yang ate just now. There are also hawthorn cakes, so I will take them home with two. There are many sisters in my family, so I must like them."

Qiu Li: "There will be a bliss banquet on the third day of the next month. Then there will be a fried rice in the staple food. Please come early."

"Hawthorn cake is eaten at home, not much, and cannot be sold."

Xie Bin had long learned the technique of acting cute and cheating. He pretended not to hear it. He stretched out his fingers and hooked Qiu Li's sleeves with a faint voice, complaining in a slight voice: "But General Yang ate it tonight. If you make one, you can't make two. How can you make this? Everyone is a diner, who is nobler than who? You can't favor one or the other!"

"What's the point of eating yourself? We don't bother to give up on how much we want, and we don't bother to pay for how many dollars each."

Others also complained when they heard this.

This one wants to eat fried rice with eggs and roasted venison, and another has to eat something that "hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix". Some people say they don't pick on it, but they insist on eating it first, making it noisy, and the whole garden is very noisy.
Chapter completed!