retaliate

Chapter 301 The Pit

After going down to the Yamen, Yang Xuan left Miyagi.

The old thief sniffed, "Your Majesty went to sacrifice?"

"Your nose is good." Yang Xuan said wearily.

The old thief said with a smile: "When the villain robbed the tomb, he had to smell it first. If the incense is gone, it means that the descendants of this tomb have lost contact. Even if there is a trace of incense left, the villain will not go down."

Is there a way to steal?

Yang Xuan asked, "What about the emperor's mausoleum in Beiliao?"

The old thief chuckled, "Beiliao people don't light incense."

Hey!
Yang Xuan's eyes were dull, Wang Lao Er had been out for a day, and was eager to go back to eat, "Lang Jun, are you going home?"

"Go to the Imperial College."

At this moment, only Aning's little hands can comfort Boss Yang's fatigue.

When he arrived at the Imperial College, Zhou Ning was packing his things.

After a while, she will go home to be married.

"Aning."

"How did you come?"

The two murmured for a while.

"How is today?"

"Fortunately, it was Shi Gui who tested me, and I declined."

"A family with four surnames?"

"Correct."

Zhou Ning looked at him, his eyes were not quite right, as if he was apologetic.

"A'Ning, you..." Yang Xuan played with his delicate little hand, his eyes flew out of the sky.

"People from the Yang family stopped me halfway that day, and mentioned your going to the East Palace. I gave her a whip."

I go!

"here you go!"

Only then did Yang Xuan understand where Shi Gui's temptation came from today.

As the son-in-law of a family with four surnames, he should try to win him over, but today Shi Gui tried directly, even a little impatiently, which showed that he was following orders.

Zhou Ning whipped Yang's people, which showed his heart, and the four surnames in the East Palace would naturally regard him as the enemy.

"You don't blame me?"

"Why are you to blame? It's okay for you to make a move. If I make a move, there will be no peace in the East Palace."

"boast."

"Ha ha!"

"Zi Tai."

"Ok!"

"How long are you going to stay in the East Palace?"

Yang Xuan thought about this question many times, "The sooner you leave, the better!"

"That requires political achievements, but it is hard to find political achievements in the East Palace."

"At least it's better than Taichang Temple." Yang Xuan had fun in his bitterness.

Back home, Yi Niang also asked about today's situation.

"Fortunately."

After Yang Xuan entered the room, Yiniang asked the old thief.

"Lang Jun looks a little tired." The old thief also failed to enter the East Palace.

"How does Donggong look?"

The old thief thought for a while, "It's like a tomb."

Yiniang: "Whose tomb does it look like?"

The old thief was silent for a long time, "The grave of an unlucky prince."

On the second day, after Yang Xuan got up, he cheered himself up first.

"Work hard, work hard..."

"You're hypnotizing, not powerful enough." Suzaku said contemptuously.

"Then what are you shouting for?" Yang Xuan asked.

"Aolige!" The green light was beating, with a strong sense of rhythm.

For your sister!
"Lang Jun."

Zhang Siniang entered the bedroom and began to make the bed.

With her back to Yang Xuan, she just bent down.

Yang Xuan went out.

Wang Lao Er was practicing, and asked: "Mr. Wang, why are you bending over?"

The old thief smiled ambiguously, "A gentleman hides his weapon in his body and moves it when the time comes."

After taking a pee, the gentleman returned to normal.

During breakfast, Zhang Siniang blushed, and Yi Niang frowned and asked, "Is it burnt?"

Zhang Siniang shook her head, "No, it's just hot."

"Well, I'll ask someone to make an ice cellar later." Yi Niang finally remembered this matter.

"it is good!"

All raised their hands in agreement.

"Get more ice." The old thief strongly suggested.

Yiniang said: "This summer has passed for a while, so there is no need for too much."

Wang Laoer couldn't wait to say: "Yiniang, you can make ice water to drink, add some caramel and plums, it's delicious."

"What is this?" Yiniang really hadn't drunk it.

Wang Laoer said: "It's something from the Southern Zhou Dynasty. I go out to buy and drink it every day in Bianjing. The old thief also likes it."

The old thief strongly agrees.

"Alright alright!"

When they arrived in the front yard, Wang Lao Er went to greet Tu Chang as usual, and brought a bag of dried meat along the way.

"What about you?" Tu Chang looked at him with gentle eyes.

"I still have some more. Yiniang made some for me. Deputy Qin still owes me a lot of money. I'll ask him later and buy some more."

"What money does he owe you?" Qin Jian was the deputy envoy, so naturally it was impossible to ask Wang's second son to borrow money.

"Head money."

Qin Jian has been in a good mood recently, Zhu Wei has already said, let him wait, there will be a vacancy for the assistant minister soon.

Minister of Rites!
This is the important minister.

If you become a minister before you become an official...Mother, this is smoke from the ancestral grave!
Qin Jian came to the Ministry of Rites early in the morning.

"I met Qin Langzhong."

Menzi is very respectful to this popular fried chicken in the Ministry of Rites.

"Ok!"

Qin Jian knows that she can't be too complacent recently, but she can't be too low-key, otherwise she will be looked down upon.

He nodded reservedly.

"Qin Langzhong is really impressive!"

Several officials praised it.

Immediately, they saw Qin Langzhong's complexion changed drastically.

A young man who looked a little silly came over, "Deputy envoy Qin."

"Second!"

"Where's my head?"

Several officials were startled when they heard this.

What the hell is this?
But Qin Jian said with a dry smile: "I will give it later, I will give it later."

"Then I'll come back!"

"Good good!"

Twenty dollars a head, this is his promise.

The heads that Wang Laoer cut off in the first battle of Yecheng were enough to pile up a small mountain.

Why is the old man's mouth so cheap?
The people in the Ministry of Rituals twitched the corners of their mouths lightly when they saw the popular trafficker Qin Langzhong.

Yang Xuan entered the value room.

As soon as he sat down, someone came looking for him outside.

"Mr. Zhong ordered."

The East Palace has a complicated system, and the president is Prince Zhan Shizhong Sui.Zhong Sui was deeply trusted by the prince, and he would always call him Mr., so the people in the East Palace followed suit.

"Mr. Zhong ordered Yang Zhongyun to be responsible for picking up the documents between the East Palace and His Majesty."

This is not a problem!
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "Yes."

As soon as the officials left, Yang Xuan found that Gao Yue and Feng Shitang looked desperate, as if Ye Niang had died.

"Zhongyun!"

Gao Yue's eyes turned red, "Dare to ask Zhong Yun, but do you have a grudge against Mr. Zhong?"

"I don't know this person."

This is the truth.

"Then why did Mr. Zhong let Zhong Yun take charge of the paperwork?"

Yang Xuan was puzzled, "Could it be wrong?"

"Extremely inappropriate." Gao Yue wanted to cry, "The palace seems to be one, but in fact the empress is alone, and the east palace is alone. Your majesty is the biggest."

Feng Shitang smiled wryly and said: "Since Your Highness became the prince, the people on His Majesty's side will give us a hard time. Later, we will learn to be good and stay away from them as much as possible, so that they can't find a reason."

Gao Yue said: "But the documents must be exchanged. Therefore, the officials who deliver the documents have become the targets of their humiliation and entrapment. Zhongyun's predecessor was quite capable and enthusiastic when he first came, but since he went to His Majesty's several times, After the edge..."

Is this father and son crazy?The corner of Yang Xuan's mouth twitched, "Who is over there?"

"President Han Shitou, the purpose... the villain dare not say it, I think Lai Zhongyun should be clear about it."

Why did the emperor want to humiliate his son?
Yang Xuan thought carefully.

Suzaku said: "Exciting!"

Yang Xuan was still thinking, and Suzaku continued: "I'm all ashes, and I don't want to lose my face, but the emperor is getting old! He wants to kill thieves, but he can't recover. But now there are no small pills, and no Indian oil. How can he?"

I am special!
Yang Xuan felt that he had come into contact with a clue of the conflict between the emperor and the prince.

In order to stimulate these words, Yang Xuan felt that it would not be the main reason.

But is it crazy to humiliate the officials of the East Palace?
And why did Zhong Sui entrust this job to him?

Zhong Sui is the prince's man, so the person he wants to deal with must be the prince's opponent.

Yang Xuan stated his position yesterday, refusing to stand on the side of a family of four surnames.

Then, it means that it is impossible for him to stand on the prince's side.

Zhong Sui took action to deal with him, which was to deal with the prince's opponent.

A family of four surnames also planned for this position, and wanted to send someone in to help the grandson.

But Yang Xuan was one step ahead.

So, take me away and replace me with someone else.

Good idea!
Yang Xuan got up, "Don't panic!"

Gao Yue and the others just smiled wryly, and they looked at Yang Xuan with strange eyes.

dead!

Death is inevitable, but disgrace is inevitable.

"Yang Zhongyun."

A small official please see me.

"Your Highness has just written a prayer document, and asked Yang Zhongyun to send it to Liyuan."

Now the emperor hangs out in the pear garden all day long, flying with the concubine, envious of the empress and all the harem, and it is rumored that someone is beating the concubine's villain.

"Yes."

Yang Xuan took the documents and set off immediately.

The people in the East Palace have such a little advantage, they can walk through the forbidden palace.

Halfway, Yang Xuan suddenly squatted down.

The waiter said impatiently: "Go!"

"The shoes are loose." Yang Xuan pointed to the shoes that had been taken off.

He just sat on the ground, picked up the shoes, and shook them back and forth.

The servant stood in front, turning around impatiently.

There is a small stone on the side of the road, the corner is quite sharp.

After Yang Xuan put on his shoes, he walked to the side of the pebbles when he got up, stomped his feet lightly, as if he felt that the shoes didn't fit well, bent down and pinched them a few times.

Just as he bent down, he picked up the pebble and held it in his hand.

The servant who led the way led him to the outside of the pear garden. Yang Xuan walked very fast along the way, which can be called as fast as flying.The servant was quite dissatisfied, and smiled sarcastically, as if saying that he was in a hurry to go to hell.

"Wait."

Yang Xuan smiled, seeing the servants at the door grinning at him, he didn't care.

A group of musicians came, followed by a group of women, whether they were singers or maikos, some of them were wearing navel-baring dresses, which were quite attractive.

Yang Xuan didn't squint, and then watched the servant come out.

The servant waved at him, "Come in."

Yang Xuan nodded, holding the document in his left hand and clenched his fist in his right.

A servant came towards him, holding a vase in his hand, and he could hear the sound of water echoing in the vase as he walked.

The waiter looked at him and smiled proudly.

The two are about to approach.

The servant's hand was gathering strength, ready to smash the vase over.

Knocking down the servant and getting the documents wet with water, this is dereliction of duty!

Yang Xuan looked ahead calmly, and he saw Han Shitou.

Inside is the pear garden.

Han Shitou was straight and frowned slightly.

In many cases, he cannot intervene too much, otherwise suspicion will be aroused.

But how does Mr. Xiao Lang deal with the emperor's difficulties?
He took a deep breath, thinking of various solutions.

The servant held up the vase.

Yang Xuan's right hand slashed across his thigh forcefully, his trousers were torn, a crooked wound opened, and blood gushed out.

Han Shitou frowned and listened to the movement behind him.

"Bah!"

It was the sound of a broken vase. Several servants discussed earlier and planned to smash the vase on the body of the new crown prince, Zhong Yun, and wet the documents.

As for the imperial concubine, when Liang Jing entered the palace, he once talked about Yang Xuan at the imperial concubine's place, saying that this person doesn't know how to flatter, bitch!
Yang Xuan has turned from the concubine's savior to her enemy...

But even so, the servants still adjusted the level of action and did not give Yang Xuan a big meal.

Wetting the documents, scolding is indispensable, and more importantly, the emperor can take advantage of the opportunity to scold the prince for being frivolous... The prayer documents are not well kept, what else can you do?
From Yang Xuan to the servants, everyone is a tool for the father and son to fight.

Han Shitou pursed his lips tightly, looking at the figure of the emperor inside, his eyes flashed brightly.

Old dog!

"what!"

There was a scream from behind.

Mr. Xiao Lang made a move?

Han Shitou's heart tightened.

Even if it was to scold the servant, it would be a mistake to do it!

People around the emperor, even if it is a cat or a dog, people on the prince's side have to respect.The crown prince has done a good job in this respect, and when he saw him, he even took the initiative to salute, saying, "Second brother."

After all, Mr. Xiao Lang is too young and energetic, that's all, let's go and see.

Han Shitou turned around.

Yang Xuan stood there, a slit was torn open on the thigh of the right trousers, and blood continued to flow from that slit...

Several servants stood by the side dumbstruck, and one of them was still in the posture of throwing things.

"What's the matter?"

Han Shitou shouted.

The servants all looked at him.

Yang Xuan exerted force with his right hand, and the pebbles turned into crumbs. He let go of his hand, and the crumbs slowly fell to his feet.

He raised his head, pointed at the servant who threw the vase, and said calmly: "This person hit the lower official with a vase." He then pointed to the servant next to him, "This person took a piece of broken porcelain and scratched the lower official's thigh. "

The servant beside him turned red, "Young Supervisor Han, he is lying!"

The waiter who threw the vase stammered: "We just... he is slandering!"

Bunch of idiots!
Han Shishi walked over.

Yang Xuan's body was wet, and his right leg was still bleeding.His eyelids twitched a few times, apparently in pain.

"Who?" Han Shitou asked.

Yang Xuan stepped on the well-arranged pit, but it seemed that something went wrong with these idiots.

The waiter holding the vase was in a daze at the moment, he didn't know what happened to Yang Xuan's right leg.He even glanced at the servant next to Yang Xuan, wondering if it was really this idiot's fault?

"Young Prison, we don't know!"

Another servant subconsciously said: "He broke the vase, and the pieces scratched it."

Han Shitou looked at him and said lightly, "Get lost!"

It's okay to smash a vase, but the broken porcelain pieces can cut through your pants, and even cut such a deep wound on your thigh... You smashed that vase with your inner breath, right?
Yang Xuan's left hand was behind his back, and he took it out at this moment, the document was intact.

"This is His Highness's blessing document, please pass it on."

Han Shitou took it, "We know. Your legs..."

Yang Xuan smiled, "It's okay."

He nodded to the servants, turned around and left slowly.

At the beginning, he could still maintain a normal walking posture. After more than ten steps, his right leg was gradually dragged forward.

He limped and slowly disappeared from everyone's sight.

(End of this chapter)