Monument Yangmen

Chapter 353 The Powerless Shen Lun

"Not reconciled?"

"Want to get revenge on me?"

Yang Yansi shook his head indifferently.

The boy in green said in a deep voice, "Is your excellency just a scumbag who hides his head and shows his tail?"

"Ah……"

Yang Yansi couldn't help laughing, walked up to the boy in Tsing Yi, and squatted down.

"You don't want to die, but you are looking for death."

"Boom~"

"Ah~"

Yang Yansi's hand was pinched on the leg of the boy in Tsing Yi at some point, his fingers tightened like an iron hoop.

The leg bones of the boy in Tsing Yi were crushed to pieces.

A horrific scream erupted from his mouth.

Yang Yansi did not stop.

He stretched out his hand and crushed the limbs of the boy in Tsing Yi.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, and threw the handkerchief on the boy in Tsing Yi.

"Master Ben is a gentleman, and he doesn't like to do cruel things. However, this does not mean that Master Ben is a person who can be bullied by anyone."

Yang Yansi stood up, looked around, smiled coldly, lowered his head, and said in a cold voice: "Tianbo Yang Mansion, Yang Qi."

After leaving these words behind, Yang Yansi took the fallen leaves and strode to the front of Shen's residence.

He didn't care at all about the wailing of the boy in green and the sideways glances of others.

The concierge of Shen's residence is an old servant who has followed Shen Lun for many years.

When he saw Yang Yansi, the old man's expression was somewhat pleasant, "Master Si, when did you come back? Ever since the master fell ill, I have been thinking about seeing you."

Yang Yansi clasped his fists and said, "Boy pay respects to Uncle Zhong."

Uncle Zhong warmly welcomed Yang Yansi into the door, "Come in quickly, follow the old man to see the master, the master will be very happy to see you."

Led by Uncle Zhong, Yang Yansi went to the wing room in the backyard of the Shen Mansion.

When he arrived at the door of the wing room, he bumped into a middle-aged man with a white face and beardless face. The middle-aged man glanced at Yang Yansi, and walked past Yang Yansi calmly without saying a word.

When the middle-aged man walked away, Yang Yansi wrinkled his nose and asked Uncle Zhong in a low voice, "Eunuch?"

Uncle Zhong looked at the place where the middle-aged man had left, and said in a neutral tone, "People from the Eighth Prince's Mansion..."

"Eight Princes' Mansion?!"

Yang Yansi nodded thoughtfully.

The Eighth Sage King Zhao Defang sent someone to Shen Lun's residence?
It seems that the Eight Sage Kings are a bit unwilling to be lonely...

Uncle Zhong led Yang Yansi directly into Shen Lun's bedroom.

As soon as I entered the bedroom, I smelled a strong herbal smell.

The furnishings in the bedroom are very simple, a bookshelf, a desk, a chair, and a bed.

Shen Lun lay on the bed and seemed to have fallen asleep.

On the side of the bed, Shen Lun's youngest son, Shen Hao, was kneeling on one side.

Yang Yansi and Shen Hao had met several times. When Shen Hao saw Yang Yansi, he clasped his fists and nodded.

Yang Yansi also clasped his fists, walked to the bed, and knelt down with Shen Hao.

There was no exchange of words between the two of them, they just knelt quietly.

After kneeling for an entire hour, Shen Lun slowly woke up.

"Sir?"

As soon as he opened his eyes, Shen Lun saw Yang Yansi kneeling beside the bed, sat up immediately, and looked at Yang Yansi in surprise.

The old concierge of Tianbo Yang's mansion could almost be said to have watched Yang Yansi grow up since he was a child, and even he didn't distinguish Yang Yansi who had grown up for two years.

But Shen Lun saw Yang Yansi's identity at a glance.

It can be seen from this that Yang Yansi's weight in Shen Lun's heart is definitely not light.

Yang Yansi knelt in front of the bed, kowtowed and saluted, "Students pay their respects to the teacher."

Shen Lun waved his old hands and said excitedly: "You don't need to be too polite, get up quickly, sit by the bed, and let me take a good look at it."

Yang Yansi did not go against Shen Lun's intention, stood up and sat by the bed.

Shen Lun took Yang Yansi's hand, looked at him carefully, and sighed while looking at him, "I've grown taller...and stronger...and more handsome..."

Shen Hao, who was kneeling aside, couldn't help but roll his eyes.

I kept questioning in my heart whether I was my own...

Ever since he was a child, he has never experienced the scene of being held by his father and greeted cordially.

Every time, what he faced was his father's serious face.

"Unfortunately, I don't have a granddaughter, otherwise I would definitely recruit you as my grandson-in-law..."

There was some regret in Shen Lun's words.

Yang Yansi smiled and said: "A teacher for a day, a father for life. A student is as close as a father and son to you. Is it that important whether you are a grandson-in-law or not?"

"Squeak~"

Shen Lun clicked his lips and said, "Your sharp mouth hasn't changed..."

Yang Yansi said with a subtle smile: "Teacher is absurd."

Yang Yansi finished his humility, and asked, "Teacher, your illness..."

Shen Lun raised his hand to interrupt Yang Yansi's words, and waved at Shen Hao like chasing flies, "Hao'er, you go out first."

Shen Hao stood up, with drooping face, and walked out.

After walking outside the room, Shen Hao looked up at the sky.

'I'm really not my own...'

Inside the room, Shen Lun held Yang Yansi's hand tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Si'er, this illness of my teacher is half real and half fake."

Yang Yansi frowned, "The teacher is the minister of the court, who can force the teacher to pretend to be sick?"

Shen Lun shook his head with a wry smile, "It's not the first time I pretended to be sick for my teacher. I did it once six years ago."

Yang Yansi raised his eyebrows, hesitantly said: "Take the throne?"

Shen Lun nodded heavily, and sighed: "You are really smart, you guessed the key right away. It's much better than those incompetent sons who are teachers."

Yang Yansi wondered: "Your Majesty is now in his prime, why would there be talk of seizing the heir?"

"Hehehe..."

Shen Lun's laughter was a bit miserable, and he confided in a low voice: "When did this situation of seizing the heirloom stop? I don't know whether it is a good life or a bad life to be a teacher. Unwilling, he didn't become an official until the age of 40. Others are 40 years old, they are already in their twilight years, but they have been promoted as teachers, and they have taken the position of one person below one person and above ten thousand people.

Others look at the past 40 years as a teacher, he has been an extremely personable minister, and has infinite scenery.

But who would know that in the past 40 years as a teacher, he has been walking on the edge of a cliff.

Since becoming an official as a teacher, such things as seizing the heir have never stopped with the teacher. "

Shen Lun recalled: "During the Later Zhou Dynasty, the Taizu and His Majesty conspired to usurp the throne in the Later Zhou Dynasty. That was the first time I saw a fight for the throne, and it was also the only time my teacher participated.

After the Taizu established the Great Song Dynasty, as a teacher, he thought that the weather was calm and he could work for the well-being of the people.

However, His Majesty now has evil intentions and plots to seek the throne.

As a teacher, I want to stop it, but I can't do it.

In the end, he was forced to submit to His Majesty's majesty.

Next is Taizu's son, Zhao Dezhao...

Zhao Guangmei, the fourth brother of Taizu..."

Shen Lun showed a pained look on his face, "Master, I can see clearly, but I can't stop it, I can only watch each pile, one by one, happen in front of my eyes.

But this time, the situation of seizing the heir apparent has become more dangerous and complicated.

As a teacher, I don't have the ability to stop it at all, but I can't bear to watch it happen.So by being sick, I want to escape..."

Shen Lun stared at Yang Yansi, and asked in a deep voice: "Isn't it useless to be a teacher, is it like a coward?"

(End of this chapter)