retaliate

Chapter 395
In the room, He Lianyan was lying on Yang Xuan's lap, looking up at him.

"How about the third prince?" Yang Xuan slowly followed her hair.

"He Lianxun is quite well-behaved."

"Clever?"

"Yes."

Yang Xuan smiled playfully.

"The prince is well-behaved, that's the fish on the chopping board."

In the dangerous place of the imperial palace, who would dare to be cute?
"Where are the other princes?"

"The second prince He Lianxun and the crown prince Helian Dan are friends, and the remaining three princes fight on their own."

"Fighting each other is a good use of the word!"

Yang Xuan felt that this situation looked familiar.

"Isn't this five dragons seizing the throne?"

Five sons are not too many, but not too many.

"Is there no disability?"

"No, the five princes are all smart people."

The five sons are all smart people, what will He Lianfeng do in such a situation?

It must have been fun at first.

My seed is good!
Looking at the five tender dolls, He Lianfeng was overjoyed.

Human cubs can always arouse the love of adults, presumably He Lianfeng at that time could not put it down for his sons.

But the son gradually grew up and knew that he was fighting for power and profit.

After fighting and fighting, I discovered that the throne is the best.

He Lianfeng always felt that someone was watching him behind him, but when he turned around, he found that it was five filial sons.

That kind of feeling, Yang Xuan dared to bet, it was a reaction at the beginning, but after a long time, it turned into suspicion.

Power is so tempting that father and son turn against each other.

"This drama... will be very enjoyable."

When Yang Xuan was about to go back, he would revisit the story of the world's seizure of the heir.

"You want to use this opportunity to ask the prince to help?"

woman!
Yang Xuan sighed.

He Lianyan said: "The prince likes men."

Yang Xuan opened his mouth...

What the hell!

He never expected such an episode.

"The emperor hates it?"

"Yes."

"The prince has a son?"

"Yes, several!"

"Then that's not a problem."

Yang Xuan touched his bald chin, thinking when will he grow a black beard?
For the royal family, competence is more important than hobbies.

"How many followers does the prince have?"

"many."

Yang Xuan understood.

He Lianfeng is in his prime, but the crown prince is getting more and more wings.

Seeing his frown, He Lianyan asked, "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking, if we get married later and have children later, then all these nonsense things will be gone."

In this era, it is common to be a father when you are in your teens, and it is considered to be the end of life when you are 40 or [-] years old. At that time, your son, who is twenty years old, just happened to take over the family property.

But if He Lianfeng has a cultivation base, his life span will be long if he has a cultivation base.

Therefore, He Lianfeng, who was in his 40s, was full of energy, and the prince was in despair... How many years will this lonely prince be?

"Isn't it the same between the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty and the Crown Prince?" He Lianyan instinctively defended Beiliao.

"Different."

The prince of the Tang Dynasty has no ability to threaten the false emperor at all.

Yang Xuan touched her beautiful hair and found it very smooth, so he kept touching it.

"You go to take care of the emperor uncle as usual, come here when you are free."

He Lianyan got up, "I said, as long as I can save the emperor, I owe you my life, and you can take it at any time."

"Fate, keep it." Yang Xuan looked at his right hand with some disappointment.

There's nothing left to do, and I don't even get used to it.

Only then did he realize that petting cats and dogs is addictive.

He Lianyan walked out of the room and found Liang Jing and Wang Deng waiting.

One of the two is the envoy, the other is the deputy envoy, and Yang Xuan is just an entourage.

But at this moment, the two of them stood outside eagerly, waiting for Yang Xuan to finish his work and discuss things with him.

This... who is the messenger?
If things go on like this, after a few years, Yang Xuan will enter another stage, will he become an important minister in northern Xinjiang, or return to Chang'an to intervene in the court?
In his 20s, he can be powerful... He Lianyan thought of those amazing and talented seniors in history.

At the age of more than ten, he can run amok in the world by relying on his lips.

When he was more than ten years old, he led the army to sweep the enemy's country.

None of these teenage rises to fame ended well.

In contrast, Yang Xuan seemed a little low-key.

He doesn't show the mountains and doesn't show the water, but he has become the governor of a state.

Will he become a giant in the future?

He Lianyan thought about it, and suddenly felt a little lost.

Once upon a time, she came to Taiping as the emperor's uncle's envoy. At that time, Yang Xuan was alone and lonely, and when he saw her, he had to play around and try to please her.

But time flies by, and now she wants to kneel in front of Yang Xuan, pleasing him like a puppy, just for him to lend a helping hand.

She turned around and took a look with complicated emotions.

Yang Xuan walked out of the room and looked at Wang Deng and Wang Deng with a smile.

Wang Deng cupped his hands, looking serious.

Liang Jing was all smiles...

"Come in and talk."

Yang Xuan smiled and invited the two of them in.

"Old thief, ask them to bring you some tea."

"Yes."

"Second child, second child."

"What are you doing?" Wang Laoer rolled over from the roof and fell down, with a bag of jerky in his left hand and a piece of jerky in his right.

Eat, eat, eat!

Yang Xuan resisted the urge to beat him up, "Get some dried meat."

The three sat down.

Wang Deng glanced at Liang Jing.

Liang Jing said with a smile: "Zitai is free, and he can get together with his confidante."

"What kind of confidante?" Yang Xuan flatly denied, "Besides, I'm just an attendant."

If you want to be busy, you two are also busy.

Liang Jing sighed suddenly, and said with a solemn expression: "The people on the prince's side have made it clear that He Lianfeng will never agree to this matter, so let's not go to the East Palace."

"So?" Yang Xuan remained calm.

"Zitai." Liang Jing lowered his voice, "I know you are dissatisfied with my brothers and sisters, but this is a big deal. Once the Tang Dynasty attacked the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and the Northern Liao Dynasty was mobilized, what would happen?"

Wang Deng added: "Once it is decided to attack the Southern Zhou Dynasty, if it is not done well, the elite will be transferred from the northern border to the southern border. Yea!"

These two people have a way of being lobbyists, one is about friendship, and the other is singing bitter dramas.

Yang Xuan suddenly thought of An Ziyu and Bao Dong.

"The two of you have a good solution?" Yang Xuan didn't plan to continue to deal with it.

Old Wang Deng blushed, "I have been an official in the Ministry of War all year round, and I know everything about the Ministry of War well. Just say..."

He started talking nonsense.

Yang Xuan frowned, "In a word, Wang Shilang is helpless in this situation, right?"

Wang Deng paused in embarrassment, then nodded, "Actually... yes! In this situation, I'm helpless."

Yang Xuan looked at Liang Jing, "Old Liang, there is nothing you can do!"

Liang Jing said calmly: "Even if the Minister of Rites is here, even if the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple is here, what can they do in the face of such a situation?"

"When the Tang Dynasty attacked the Southern Zhou Dynasty, it was mobilizing the allies of the Northern Liao Dynasty. As long as he was not stupid, He Lianfeng would not agree." Wang Deng smiled wryly.

"Then what are you doing in Ningxing?" Yang Xuan smiled.

"Take a dead horse as a living horse doctor." Liang Jing told the truth, "If it doesn't make sense, the court will use the Southern Xinjiang army to attack the Southern Zhou alone."

"Can you beat it?" Yang Xuan thought of what he had seen and heard when he was sent to Southern Zhou last time.

Southern Army is good.

Southern Zhou army garbage.

But the important officials of the Southern Zhou Dynasty said it well: No matter how rubbish the Southern Zhou army is, they still keep producing countless rubbish to stop Datang.

Garbage will also become elite, survival of the fittest.

After several battles, those who survived are naturally the elite.

Wang Deng shook his head, "The Ministry of War has conducted drills. If the southern border army attacks the Southern Zhou alone, it will be overwhelming at first, and then it will be trapped in the Southern Zhou."

"The Ministry of War still has some talents."

Yang Xuan felt that Datang could still carry the Beiliao under such circumstances, not because of the emperor's wisdom, but because of those courtiers who still devoted themselves to their duties.

"Once the southern Xinjiang army is trapped in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, the foreign rebels will develop along with the trend and sweep the southern border." Wang Deng sighed: "Under such a situation, Datang will be passive."

Many times, a seemingly simple matter is actually implicated in the overall situation.

"Take one hair and move the whole body." Yang Xuan knew the difficulty of this matter.

"Therefore, it is inevitable to transfer the elite from the northern border to the southern border." Liang Jing revealed some news, "In this situation, the most feared is that the army from the Northern Liao Dynasty will go south."

What is important in this year is that the master humiliated his ministers to death, the emperor was humiliated by the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and the whole Tang Dynasty should be boiling.

But even Liang Jing couldn't see the anger.

False emperor being a man... What a failure!
"Zitai." Liang Jing glanced at Wang Deng, "I have discussed with Lao Wang for a long time, and I feel that... this matter depends on you."

"This... absolutely impossible!" Yang Xuan was stunned.

"It's nothing!" Liang Jing patted the table, and Wang Deng looked at the teacup in his hand, as if there was a promotion cheat on it.

"I will tell His Majesty later that you deserve a lot of credit." Liang Jing said boldly: "The empress will remember your kindness."

Uh!
He felt wrong after speaking.

Yang Xuan obviously didn't want to have a relationship with the empress.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

In the end, it was Wang Deng who broke the deadlock, "This old man will become an official when he returns home, and he doesn't want to be promoted...so..."

Lao Wang got up and went out.

"Gather your hands."

There were dense footsteps outside.

All officials of the mission assembled.

Wang Deng's voice sounded old.

"I don't want to hide anything, this trip is not going well."

From the attitude of the reception officials, everyone knew this.

It's one thing to know, it's another thing for Shangguan to admit it.

The atmosphere was a little depressing.

"The old man is old and doesn't act well."

Yang Xuan was shocked.

Liang Jing was obviously also a little surprised, "Old Wang..."

Wang Deng almost slapped himself in the face.

No guarantee for the evening!
"This old man wanted to procrastinate like this, but after much deliberation, this old man is a small person, delaying the state affairs, this old man will never redeem himself."

"From now on, you will follow Yang Shijun's instructions. Whoever obeys and disobeys, don't blame the old man for being cruel and merciless!"

This is the overlord attacking hard!

Yang Xuan was speechless.

Liang Jing got up, "Zitai, come out and walk around."

Go out the door.

Dozens of mission attachés stood below.

He looked at Yang Xuan with complicated eyes.

Yang Xuan, who was originally here to make soy sauce, traveled around the mountains and rivers, chatting with the emperor's uncle for nothing, how pleasant it was.

Yang Xuan looked at Tu Chang.

"Is there anyone?"

Tu Chang shook his head, "No one."

Yang Xuan said: "Inquire about Lin Ya's movements."

Liang Jing's body trembled, and a brilliant light flashed in his eyes, "Divorce?"

Leave your sister!
Yang Xuan didn't explain either, "Send someone to the East Palace to wait for you every day, and do your best."

"Others, go shopping if you have nothing to do."

"Shopping?" Liang Jing was puzzled.

Wang Deng stroked his beard, "This is to make the Beiliao side confuse us."

"No."

"what is that?"

"Shouldn't you buy some special products when you go to a country as an envoy?" Yang Xuan ordered: "The old thief remembers to remind me to buy some special products later."

Liang Jing: "..."

Wang Deng: "..."

Yang Xuan called two officials.

"The two of you go to see the third prince, and ask him when he can see the Liao emperor."

After explaining, Yang Xuan entered the room.

"It's okay, don't bother me!"

Everyone: "..."

How sleepy this guy is!
Just as Yang Xuan was recovering from sleep, the crown prince called the third prince.

"What book is Saburo reading recently?"

The third prince said with a smile: "It's just classics, or lonely copies. There are also some travel notes."

The prince nodded, "Just studying is not enough, no matter how much truth there is, you have to verify it yourself."

The third prince was silent.

The crown prince looked at his jade-like face, and said calmly: "Sooner or later, the Daliao army will go south one day, and the Northern Xinjiang will bear the brunt. During the trip of the Tang Dynasty Mission, there is Yang Xuan, a famous general in the Northern Xinjiang. This person should not be underestimated. Gu was thinking that he should get in touch with him, try the gully in this person's chest...

But Gu is not easy to come forward, Sanlang is idle and likes literature, then Yang Xuan happens to have a poetic talent, Sanlang can use this as an excuse to get close to him. "

The third prince looked at the prince, and asked for a long time: "This is a state matter, I'll get involved, okay?"

"Aye handed this matter over to Gu and you. It's not wrong for Gu to explain it to you again. Go!"

The third prince left the East Palace, and said to the people around him: "Go to Yingwei and collect all kinds of news about Yang Xuan."

Later, news gathered.

"Then Yang Xuan was originally a hunter. By chance, he entered the Imperial College. Later, he became an official and rescued the noble concubine Liang, and so he went all the way."

The third prince stood outside the post house, "The opportunity is not bad."

"After arriving in northern Xinjiang, he served as the county magistrate in Taiping County, and he managed Taiping in an orderly manner. After arriving in Chenzhou, the battle to destroy Vaxie shocked northern Xinjiang..."

"Vase..."

"One of the three major ministries of Tanzhou, it has long deterred Chenzhou."

"Then, he is a great talent."

"Yes."

The third prince walked into the post house.

Then he discussed literature with Yang Xuan.

"What is Yang Shijun's opinion on poetry and fu?"

"It's just for fun."

The cheeks of the third prince's entourage twitched, and there was anger in their eyes.

His master made a name for himself with his poems, but Yang Xuan said that poems are a pastime.

The third prince smiled: "Oh! Mr. Yang thinks... Poems are useless?"

"It's useless!" Yang Xuan didn't know the purpose of this person's visit, but if he wanted to talk about poetry...he didn't feel sleepy.

"That's just right, the king of Ben has a poetry meeting today, please ask Yang Shijun to go and give advice."

Is this going to be a challenge?

Yang Xuan was noncommittal, "Tired."

"There are the best prostitutes in Ningxing over there."

The third prince had a literary and elegant look on his face.

Yang Xuan stood up, "Alright."

This person is lustful... The third prince smiled and cupped his hands.

"My king will go ahead and wait."

This is to prepare some literary talents!

After the third prince left, the old thief asked, "Your Majesty, when are you leaving?"

"I'll go later. He must have come here to plan something, and it just so happens that I also want to plan something. No, just bump into it. Fate!"

Yang Xuan changed his clothes, and cautiously called Wu Da and the others, together with the three-piece suit beside him, he was surrounded and left the post house.

The entourage left by the third prince led the way, and everyone headed west of the city.

There are people coming and going on the street, which is quite lively.

Liang Jing said in a low voice: "The third prince and the crown prince are enemies. But that stick really dares to compete with you in poetry and prose. You should save Zitai later, and don't let him die too ugly, otherwise I'm worried that he will turn his face."

"I have the numbers."

Yang Xuan suddenly felt chills on his back and numbness in his scalp!
On the second floor of a restaurant on the right, a window is open.

In the window, a big man threw the iron awl in his hand at Yang Xuan!
(End of this chapter)