Seeing Yang Xuangan strike with all his strength, it seemed that it was not just a dead object, but someone's great head.
Yang Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, and Yang Guang, who took a few steps back, also had a cold look on his face.
The sound of clicking reached the ears of everyone present, and Yang Xuangan put the knife away at his side.
After thinking for a while, he handed back the Senniu Bishen, his face looking a little ugly.
Everyone's eyes also fell on the cracked wooden board and the paper armor that still slowly exuded the aroma of corn porridge.
You can indeed see a miserable knife mark, but even it is the wooden board behind the paper armor.
They had all been chopped open by Yang Xuangan, but he still couldn't cut through the paper armor with one strike.
"Yang Qing's majesty is still there, I am very relieved..." Yang Guang looked at the knife mark that was only slightly more than half cut away, and the corner of his mouth was raised covertly.
"Seeing you fight hard, it's just like the scene when you cut through thorns for me and marched across the battlefield."
"..." Yang Xuangan's eyes twitched slightly, and his face looked a little unsightly. "Your Majesty is so complimentary."
"Your Majesty, the strength of this paper armor is beyond my imagination."
"It seems that the method of using paper instead of armor mentioned by Yang Xiaoshu and Yang Langzhong is indeed unique."
Yang Guang smiled with relief, glanced at Yuwen Chengji, and then glanced at Yang Xuangan. Then his eyes fell on Yang Ning and his son.
He walked back to the couch and sat down lazily. Yang Guang stroked his thick beard and pondered for a long time.
"It seems that what Qing and his son said is true. However, merit is merit and fault is fault."
"The craftsmanship camp of the Ministry of Industry is incompetent in making armor and should be punished. Then, I will fine you half a year's salary. Do you have any objections?"
Yang Ning stepped forward and pushed the golden mountain to worship the jade pillar and fell down. "I should be punished, I have no objection."
"Well...this method of replacing armor with paper, the ministers also think that the paper armor is strong and can stop swordsmen.
However, the soldiers have not tried it, so I am afraid they will feel resentful."
"Therefore, Yang Qing, you can make five hundred paper armors within thirty days and submit them to the Ministry of War.
Let the soldiers and guards test the armor before making it in large quantities."
"I accept the decree."
"Well, for my great Sui Dynasty, you have worked hard to research and develop a good weapon to benefit the country. I just said that merit is merit and fault is fault."
"I will reward you with a thousand pieces of silk. I hope you will continue to work hard..."
Listening to Yang Guang's talk, Yang Qian, who was standing aside, breathed a sigh of relief. Today's disaster was finally avoided.
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"Eh? Why are you and your father and son back together?" Han heard the sound of the hall door and just stood up.
Then I saw Yang Qian and his father Yang Ning opening the thick curtain and stepping into the warm hall.
"My father and I not only came back together, we also went to see His Majesty together."
Yang Qian took off his fur coat, hung it aside, walked up to Yang Wugou, and gently scraped the tip of her nose lovingly.
"Did something good happen again?" Mother Han's eyes lit up and she asked, holding her husband's fur coat still wrapped in the cold.
"That's right, my husband has learned something again." Yang Ning couldn't help but sigh a little when he saw the lady Han standing in front of him with a picturesque face.
"..." Mrs. Han looked at her husband's helpless face and subconsciously turned to look at Yang Qian.
This little brat deliberately turned his back to him and didn't know what he was saying to Yang Wugou, which made this cute and cute little girl giggle.
"It's okay. Qian'er is doing this for her husband. If Qian'er hadn't been here today, huh... I'm afraid my husband would have said something to offend His Majesty."
Han's face changed slightly. "Husband..."
"Mother, come on, please sit down first. The matter has been resolved, so you don't have to worry.
But I have a question, what is the relationship between Yang Xuangan and our uncle?"
Mr. Han sat down on the couch with Yang Qian's help, and frowned slightly. "Duke Chu? His father has a good relationship with your grandfather, so the two families can be regarded as family friends."
"He has always had a good relationship with your uncle. What's wrong?"
After Yang Ning sat down, he picked up the hot tea soup handed to him by his wife, took a pleasant sip, and then sighed softly.
"What happened today is very likely that he wanted me to be a spear to stab His Majesty."
Han's soft and beautiful eyebrows gradually rose like knives, and her face became gloomy. "Husband, what is going on?"
His biological father, Yang Ning, was busy having a delicious meal, so Yang Qian, his biological son, naturally had to take on the responsibility of telling what happened today.
Mr. Han frowned and sneered when he heard this. "Okay, what a bastard. Isn't it because of his father's kindness that he is where he is today?"
"If you are jealous of His Majesty, you can just go and die yourself, but you actually involve our Yang family and Han family."
"Madam, please don't be upset. In my husband's opinion, the Duke of Chu wants to kill several birds with one stone..."
"If at that time, I had pointed out to my husband the reason why the Ministry of Industry was slow in casting armor, it was Your Majesty's fault."
"With your Majesty's nature of preferring obedience to disobedience, I went to question him, but found out that the root cause was myself. I'm afraid it will be difficult for my husband to sit peacefully in the house today."
"Besides, the Yang family's sudden rise to prominence has made many people uncomfortable. If our Yang family is punished, I believe many people will secretly celebrate it."
"And with my uncle's temper, even if he can't do anything, he will definitely be very dissatisfied with Your Majesty."
"I believe that with Duke Chu's eloquence and the friendship between the Yang and Chu families, this will only bring them closer..."
Listening to my father's seemingly relaxed and carefree analysis, there is a sinister plot behind it.
At that time, Yang Qian, who subconsciously felt that Yang Guang would not want to hear the offensive words, turned darker and darker.
This world is indeed very dangerous. This magnificent era has not yet begun, so don’t let yourself be defeated in advance because of such murderous and underhanded tricks.
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Fortunately, five days have passed since I tried to go out for a walk that day and ended up using paper instead of armor.
These five days were very peaceful for Yang Qian. He stayed in the mansion every day, either playing chess with his sister Wugou, reading to Wugou, or continuing to conceive of a new "The Legend of the Thief".
Of course, it is also necessary to continue to practice martial arts diligently every day, and I am becoming more and more familiar with the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
At least among the guards in the mansion, no one is Yang Qian's opponent. Of course, Yang Qian is still not his mother's opponent.
Perhaps because of his large appetite, the elegant and handsome Yang Qian's strength was beyond everyone's expectations.
As for Changsun Wuji, he is like a follower every day, and of course he is not following Yang Qian, but Wu Gu.
He always tried to find opportunities to gain a sense of presence in front of Wu Kuan. If it weren't for the fact that he was Wu Kuan's brother, Yang Qian would have chopped off his head with a knife.
At this moment, Yang Qian waved the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand, killing the sparring partners Du Fuwei and Fugong, who were retreating continuously. Their heads were full of stinking sweat and they were exhausted.
At this moment, a servant came in a hurry, and behind him was a middle-aged man with staggering and hasty steps. It was Gao Shilian, the magistrate of Honglu Temple who had been away from Dongdu for several months.
Gao Shilian was hurriedly lifting up his front and walking. He could already see Yang Qian, the wise nephew, standing with his sword in hand and about to raise his hand to say hello.
Then I saw a fat figure, like a ball of meat, suddenly appeared in front of me, and fell to his knees with a plop. "Uncle!"
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(The following number of words is free) Thanks to the book friend Broom Star for the reward, the fourth update is here. Thank you to all the book friends who voted and subscribed. When the weather is clear, I will code hard and write the story seriously. I hope it can make book friends read the book.
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