ebonymovies Chapter 398 Yuwen Chenglong: Who Still Has Dreams?
Chapter 398 Yuwen Chenglong: Who Still Has Dreams?
"Your Majesty, I will now return to my residence."
Lu Xiao bowed respectfully, then turned and left with his wife and children.
Yang Guang stood there for a while, then returned to the palace surrounded by palace servants.
On his way back home, Lü Xiao's gaze was drawn to a familiar figure on the street.
Yuwen Chenglong showed no signs of his previous disheveled appearance and was strolling leisurely down the street.
He was dressed in a brand-new brocade robe, with a jade belt around his waist and a new turban on his head.
She was neatly dressed and walked with her head held high.
What was most striking was that he was accompanied by seven or eight scions of prominent families.
Surrounded by a retinue, he seemed to be the leader of the group.
"Yes, Master."
Lu Yan, with his sharp eyes, immediately recognized Yuwen Chenglong in the crowd. His eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to rush over and say hello.
"go home."
Lu Xiao glanced at it once and then looked away, his tone indifferent, showing no intention of going forward to disturb them.
He had no idea what Yuwen Chenglong had been up to these days.
But judging from his smug look, surrounded by a group of scions of prominent families, he must be plotting something again.
Yuwen Chenglong never acts on a whim; every step he takes is carefully planned.
Since he didn't come looking for me, I don't need to ask.
Yuwen Chenglong had obviously also seen Lü Xiao's family.
His gaze briefly met Lü Xiao's in the crowd, but he didn't approach him with his usual playful smile.
He simply gave a wink from afar, then led the group of scions of noble families into another street.
"By the way, where is Your Highness supposed to go today?"
After walking a few steps, Yuwen Chenglong continued walking without turning his head and asked a question.
"Your Excellency, it's time for you to visit the Zhang family residence today."
A young man from a prominent family quickly ran a few steps to Yuwen Chenglong's side, bending down at the perfect angle.
"Oh~"
Yuwen Chenglong drawled out his words and nodded slightly.
A moment later, he waved his hand dismissively, his tone carrying a hint of condescension.
"Then I, the Duke, will do you the honor of making this trip, so that your Zhang family may also shine."
His demeanor and airs were as grand as a prince's, even though he was just a newly appointed duke.
After walking for a while, Yuwen Chenglong suddenly stopped.
He looked around, then spoke slowly and deliberately.
"By the way, which of you has a grudge against the Pei family?"
Halfway there, Yuwen Chenglong stopped and asked.
He mingled with these scions of prominent families, certainly not for the sake of a place to stay.
He had previously said he would avenge his apprentice Lü Yan's isolation, so how could he go back on his word?
Upon hearing this, the crowd fell silent for a moment.
A moment later, a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a blue brocade robe, stepped out from the crowd.
He hesitated, his face showing a mixture of uncertainty and barely suppressed excitement.
"I...I have a grudge against the Pei family!"
The scions of aristocratic families each had their own small circles, and they would often fight over a girl from a brothel.
Over time, they naturally became enemies.
Yuwen Chenglong looked him up and down, without asking what the grudge was or who was right or wrong.
He glanced at it only once before looking away, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
"Alright, alright, I'll avenge you!"
"Thank you very much, Duke!"
The Zhang family member was overjoyed upon hearing this, because in the last fight with the Pei family, it was clearly the other side who struck first.
In the end, he was scolded by his elders.
To say he was reckless and trouble-making is to say he completely lost face.
He wanted to get revenge, but he never had the chance, nor did he dare.
Now that Yuwen Chenglong has taken the initiative to speak, it's like a windfall.
Anyway, whatever happens is Yuwen Chenglong's doing, so what does it have to do with him?
All he has to do is follow behind and watch the show.
On the other side, in Dengzhou.
Prince Yang Lin, dressed in armor, appeared in the military camp.
Behind him, besides his adopted sons Luo Fang, Xue Liang, and Li Wan, were two small figures.
They were two children. The boy was wearing a black robe and walked with a steady and proper gait.
The girl was dressed in a silver brocade dress, with a neat ponytail. Although she was still young, her eyes and brows already revealed a hint of heroic spirit.
These two are Lü Heng and Lü Jing, the children of Lü Xiao and Yang Yu'er.
Although the two children are still young and cannot even climb onto the horse's back, they have already frequently appeared in the military camp.
Sometimes Yang Lin personally took care of them, and sometimes their uncles took turns.
They grew up in this camp filled with the smell of rust and sweat, waking up to the sound of bugles and falling asleep to the sound of war drums, which they had long been accustomed to.
"Godfather, are you really going to take my little nephew and niece to war?"
Luo Fang and Yang Lin rode side by side, and Luo Fang glanced down at the two small figures with a hint of hesitation on her face.
He also has sons, and he feels heartbroken for a long time whenever his own boys bump or bruise themselves.
Bringing someone so young to the battlefield, what if something happens to them? How will he explain it to Yu'er and Lü Xiao?
"That's natural."
Yang Lin stroked his gray beard, his gaze falling on the two children. The coldness in his eyes melted instantly into a softness, like ice meeting warmth in spring.
Since his grandchildren were born, he seems to have become more than ten years younger.
My back doesn't hurt anymore, my legs don't ache anymore, and I even feel like I have inexhaustible energy when I get up early to practice.
He wished he could keep the two little ones by his side all day long, never to be separated from them for a moment.
"Heng'er and Jing'er have a talent for martial arts, so as their father, I will naturally cultivate them from a young age."
Of these adopted sons, only Yin Yue was somewhat presentable; the rest were rather ordinary.
When he adopted a son, he only looked at his character and loyalty, but overlooked the most important issue.
Talent is something that cannot be compensated for by hard work.
Now that he's old, he's finally figured it out.
To cultivate talent, we must start from childhood.
"Godfather, we haven't seen you give us any pointers on martial arts lately. Are these two little ones really more talented than us?"
Xue Liang leaned forward and asked with a fawning smile.
"Second brother, you're asking unnecessary questions!"
Li Wan, the Third Bodyguard, couldn't stand it any longer. He leaned over from behind and muttered something in a low voice.
He finally understood that his second brother was someone who never learned his lesson.
Don't you know your own limitations?
"Hehe...hehehehe."
Yang Lin did not answer Xue Liang's question, but just kept sneering.
The laughter was neither too loud nor too soft, neither too fast nor too slow, coming in bursts.
"..."
Xue Liang understood the meaning behind the laughter, and his face immediately turned a deep purplish-red.
Whenever his godfather didn't want to curse but couldn't help but want to express something, he would let out this meaningful cold laugh.