Dozens of people were seen surrounding the small courtyard, with bows and arrows in their hands, and the sharp arrows were pointed at Ye Yang and Ye Yang with a cold light.
A general in his forties, with a short steel beard, was shouting with a cold face, "The thief Ye Yang has stolen the royal secret book, why don't you put him to death?"
Suddenly surrounded by a group of people, Ye Yang looked cold and said to the general, "Who are you? You dare to act wild in the prince's mansion?"
Ye Yang murmured in his heart. Logically speaking, the eldest prince's status is respected. Even if someone wants to take someone in his house, they shouldn't be so blatant and armed with sharp weapons.
Ye Yang first thought of the eldest prince, but then he overturned his previous thoughts. The eldest prince and he were in a cooperative relationship and it was unlikely to betray him.
"What evidence do you have that I am a thief? Don't your officials talk about evidence?" Ye Yang asked with some confusion.
"The bold thief still dares to deny it. What you have in your hands is the stolen goods, and you still want to make excuses," Ling Feng shouted angrily.
Ye Yang looked at the brocade box in his hand and couldn't help but smile bitterly. These guys came at the right time.
"This is a gift from the eldest prince to you. Your Excellency, when you say that, you really don't take the eldest prince seriously," said Ye Yang.
"Haha, don't hold the eldest prince against me. I'm not afraid to tell you that the eldest prince secretly rubbed the inscription and took him out last night. His Majesty Long Yan was furious and has imprisoned him," Ling Feng said with some disdain.
"No one can protect you now. I advise you to surrender as soon as possible, otherwise you will be shot without mercy."
After hearing Ling Feng's words, Ye Yang was shocked. He didn't expect that even the eldest prince would be implicated by a rune.
This person claims to be the Empress of the West Palace, so she cannot be the mother of the eldest prince, and is most likely the mother of the third prince.
After understanding the powerful relationship, Ye Yang immediately understood the purpose of these people.
"Even if something is lost in the palace, you, the Queen of the West Palace, shouldn't worry about it. This should be a matter for the city defense army or the Jinyi Guards. If you do this, some dogs are meddling in other people's business, right?" Ye Yang sneered.
"You are a bold thief who has no law and dares to quibble. If you don't kneel down and surrender after I count to three, I will have no choice but to shoot you dead. Archers are ready." Ling Feng shouted.
The bows and arrows in the hands of the archers were instantly tense, and they were all aimed at Ye Yang and the two of them. With just one command, they could shoot the two of them into hedgehogs.
Although she was targeted by dozens of crossbow arrows, Feng Qing'er was not afraid at all. Instead, she took a small step. Looking at her posture, she actually wanted to use her body to block the arrows for Ye Yang at any time.
Looking at this group of archers, Ye Yang suddenly felt embarrassed. If it was just him, he could completely ignore them as long as he ran "Dragon Elephant Dark Golden Body".
He was not afraid, but Feng Qing'er was not, and he was not sure that he would be able to catch all the arrows shot by dozens of people at the same time. If one or two slipped through the net, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Three" Ling Feng didn't give him any time to think about it and just shouted the number.
Ye Yang took a deep breath and said coldly, "Are you sure you want to kill us?"
"Two" Ling Feng's mouth flashed with a trace of venom, and he ignored Ye Yang and continued to shout.
All the archers aimed their bows and arrows at Ye Yang instantly, but before they heard the cry of "one".
Ye Yang suddenly disappeared, and then he appeared again, but the moment he appeared, he was holding a person in his hand.
They took a closer look and almost screamed because what Ye Yang was holding in his hand was their leader - Ling Feng.
At this moment, Ling Feng no longer had the calmness he had just now, and his eyes were full of horror. At this moment, he was grabbed by the throat by Ye Yang, his feet were off the ground, and he was hanging in the air.
Ling Feng felt great regret. Even before he came, his superiors had warned him to be careful with Ye Yang.
Although this man appears to be a samurai, he has the ability to injure generals.
When Ling Feng first heard about it, he just took it as a joke. How could he believe the rumors on the streets?
But now it was too late for him to regret it. Just now, although he didn't think Ye Yang was that powerful, he was still wary of Ye Yang escaping and kept an eye on him.
But even so, he suddenly felt his eyes blur, and a strong hand instantly pinched his neck.
A powerful force of true energy suddenly sealed all the meridians in his body, making him unable to exert any strength.
Ye Yang secretly wiped his hands with cold sweat. If he hadn't studied hard last night and was able to cast a trace of "Phantom Traces" today, he would have suffered a big loss again today.
Facing the circle of archers outside who were aiming at him, he raised Ling Feng in his hand and said with a smile, "Now you can shoot your arrows. I have a good target here."
The group of people's faces suddenly turned pale. Their leader was in someone else's hands, so they dared to shoot arrows.
Looking at Ye Yang's fearless attitude, as long as they dare to shoot arrows, Ye Yang will dare to use Ling Feng as a shield.
"You, you dare to hijack the imperial official, aren't you afraid that the nine tribes will be implicated?" Ye Yang pinched his throat, and his face was turned into a purple cold wind, and he said with difficulty.
"Order your men to put down their bows and arrows," Ye Yang said coldly.
"Dream" Ling Feng gritted his teeth and said.
Ye Yang frowned. Just when he was about to give him a hard time, someone suddenly appeared outside the court.
Ye Yang recognized at a glance that this person was the strong Martial King who stopped him from fighting the old inscription master yesterday.
"Put down your weapons," the strong King of Martial Arts took out a token in his hand and shouted to the archer.
The moment the group of archers saw the token, they were all shocked. They hurriedly put away their weapons and stood aside quietly.
Seeing that everyone had put away their weapons, the King Wu looked at Ye Yang and said, "Let this person go, His Majesty wants to see you."
Ye Yang nodded and let go of Ling Feng.
As soon as Ling Feng got out of Ye Yang's hand, all the restraints on his body were immediately released. Today he was completely embarrassed in front of his subordinates. He pointed at Ye Yang and said, "Xiao Za..."
"boom"
Before he could finish his words, Ye Yang kicked him in the abdomen, sending him flying backwards and hitting a big tree more than ten feet away.
The powerful force caused the tree to break into two pieces, and half of the tree fell suddenly, crushing a small pavilion in an instant.
After Ling Feng hit the big tree, he rolled several feet away before stopping, his eyes rolled white and he passed out.
Everyone stared at all this with their mouths open. I am afraid they have never seen such a scene in their lives. Many people swallowed hard.
But what was unexpected was that the king-level strongman did not have any fluctuations on his face. After everything calmed down, he said slowly, "Are you okay? If so, let's go."
"Basically, it's almost done, let's go," Ye Yang clapped his hands and said relaxedly, as if he had completed a trivial task.
Now that the eldest prince's house was no longer safe, Ye Yang took Feng Qing'er with him, but the powerful King Wu pretended not to see this move.
After leaving the gate, he got into a gorgeous carriage and drove away slowly. Along the way, Ye Yang didn't see anyone from the eldest prince's residence, not even Wu Youlan.
After seven or eight turns, the carriage arrived at the inner courtyard of a deep house, but did not arrive at the palace, which surprised Ye Yang.
The strong King Wu turned around and left after sending Ye Yang here.
After entering the inner house, a maid led the two of them into a monastery. Ye Yang pushed the door open and entered.
The interior was very simple, with nothing else except a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall and a huge coffee table on the floor.
The ground was covered with glorious animal skins, and a beautiful woman was holding a teapot and pouring tea for a man.
What surprised Ye Yang was that the woman was Wu Youlan. At this time, she lowered her head and concentrated on pouring tea. However, it could be seen from her slightly trembling eyelashes that she was very nervous.
Ye Yang looked at the man carefully. He was wearing very ordinary clothes, just like ordinary people.
He has thick eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a slightly wide forehead. Although he looks only in his thirties, he gives people an extremely calm feeling.
"Emperor?" Ye Yang asked.
"Yes." The man nodded.
"Nice to meet you." Ye Yang cupped his fists slightly.
Wu Youlan was concentrating on pouring tea when her hand suddenly shook and a few drops of tea fell on the coffee table.
Wu Youlan was suddenly startled and quickly took out her handkerchief and wiped it gently.
"It's indeed a pleasure to meet you. Come and sit down." The emperor smiled slightly and pointed to the coffee table.
Ye Yang was not polite and took Feng Qing'er to sit down together.
The emperor glanced at Feng Qing'er, a trace of memory flashed in his eyes, but he soon returned to calm, handed a cup of tea to Ye Yang and said, "Come, let's try this tea."
Ye Yang took the tea cup and took a sip. Suddenly, a fragrance filled his lips and teeth. When he swallowed it, this tea could slowly increase the flow of Qi.
Ye Yang knew that this must be a very expensive tea, but Ye Yang had no research on this. He smiled and said, "The tea is good, but I always feel that it is not as enjoyable as drinking it."
"Why?" the emperor asked curiously. This was the first time in so many years that someone commented like this to him.
"Tea is a noble luxury product that cannot be tasted by ordinary people like us. No matter how good the tea is, it is a waste for us."
"But wine is different. Whether it's emperors, generals, ministers, or traffickers, they can all take a few sips."
"We like to be good friends. We eat and drink together, talk about heaven and earth, and say everything we want to say. Even if we have finished saying what is in our hearts, we can continue to talk nonsense."
The emperor did not speak and listened quietly. He knew that Ye Yang had something more to say.
"Drinking alcohol will make people dizzy, but drinking tea will only make people more awake, making it easier to think, calculate, and control."
"For a mountain person like Xiao Min, no matter how good the tea is, it is not suitable for me. It will only taste bitter and tasteless in my mouth."
After listening to Ye Yang's words, the emperor smiled slightly and said with some profound meaning, "Actually, princes, generals, and ministers are not born with it, and the same is true for tasting tea. As long as you get used to it, one day you will like the taste."
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Ye Yang shook his head, "After all, Xiaomin is a villager in the mountains. It is difficult for him to adapt to such an elegant art. I am afraid that the countless details in making tea will give Xiaomin a splitting headache."
"You really don't want to serve the imperial court?" the emperor frowned.
"I'm sorry," Ye Yang nodded.
"You deceived the inscriptions in the palace secret code. Do you really think that I dare not kill you?" The emperor was furious, and an invisible and substantial aura filled the entire room. (To be continued)