In the Prince's Mansion, Yang Guang recited a poem on a whim.
"The river is flat at dusk, and the spring flowers are in full bloom. The moon is blown away by the waves, and the stars are brought in by the tide."
"What a poem! Your Highness is indeed elegant and extraordinary in literary talent. He is truly a model for our generation!" Yuwen Chengdu praised loudly.
Yang Guang rolled his eyes at him. Originally, he thought that this martial artist could calm down and study hard, and even praised him with a few more words.
Who knew he was being opportunistic, but he said this every time. This is pure wisdom. But for him, this is not bad, at least it shows that the person who protects his safety is not a deep-minded person.
"Your Highness, big news!" Yu Wenhuaji said solemnly as he entered. Yang Guang's heart moved: "General Yuwen, please tell me."
"The emperor became ill with worry and was seriously ill. He had already issued an edict to summon Zuopu She Yang Su, Minister of War, Liu Shu, Minister of War, and Yuan Yan, Minister of Huangmen, to enter the Renshou Palace to attend to the illness. He also summoned the Crown Prince to live in the Dabao Palace.
Always obey orders." Yang Guang's eyes turned red and he almost shed tears.
At this moment, he really felt mixed emotions in his heart. Without his father, he would not have everything he has now, but his father had stayed in that position for too long, too long.
The key point is that as the prince, there is still one person in this world who has the power of life and death for him. With one word and a will, everything about him can be abolished.
He was afraid! Sometimes when he woke up from sleep, he would be covered in cold sweat. Because he dreamed that his head was in a different place, and the people standing around him were the people he was most familiar with and trusted: Yuwen Chengdu, Crown Princess, Yang
General, these people looked at me with cold eyes.
When he calmed down, he thought about it carefully, shook his head and laughed. How could all this be possible? And people say that dreams are reverses. Isn't this a revelation from God that these people will always be loyal ministers and righteous men by his side?
"General Yuwen, let's go. Let's see our father off for the last time together." Yu Wenhua was startled. Isn't the emperor not dead yet?
Then I thought of something and felt a chill in my heart.
"Yes!"...Song Mansion.
"Qiang!" Song Yuzhi was dressed in white and had a serious look on his face. He was practicing the Heavenly Sword technique that was known as undefeated in the world.
As the long legs move gently and deftly, the silk clothes are faintly hidden, like the black gauze wrapped around the holy jade statue, making the kitten stare intently, trying to peek at the flaws.
It is necessary to concentrate on the mind without distinguishing between the will and the mind. Only when the mind is concentrated can the intention be realized. Only when the intention is followed can the method be spoken. Only when there is a method and the situation is impossible, can one understand how to use the sword.
The spirit is the spirit of the mind, and the mind is the mind of the body. Every time a sword is struck, the whole body follows it, and the mind and spirit are unified. Sometimes the sword technique is like a dragon flying to the sky, sometimes like a snake diving deep into the earth, without reputation or damage, and not stuck in objects.
[This sword technique, white and round, light and flexible, is indeed good.] The little yellow cat nodded with satisfaction, admiring in his heart.
"Qiang! Mr. Le, please teach me!" Song Yuzhi pointed the tip of the knife at the little yellow cat with a sincere expression. At this moment, the human and the knife are one, and the will of the knife is her will.
It has been three years, and no one knows how she got here in the past three years. She practiced her sword day and night and sparred with each other, and every time she missed a move.
But she didn't slack off at all, but worked harder. She didn't allow her knife to fail! She wanted to use her knife to get back everything she had lost, and she wanted to tell her second uncle openly that it was really Le Ye who took her to the workshop.
of.
‘This is a battle of dignity and honor! The little yellow cat Meow’s face froze, he raised his paws and said seriously: “Meow!” [Come on, my little kitten is not an easy person either!
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"Whoa!" With one strike of the knife, Song Yuzhi rushed directly in front of the little yellow cat, with no thought in his eyes and nothing else except the knife.
This is the ultimate in the art of swordsmanship.
"Strike the world with strength!" The girl swung her sword directly towards the target's waist without any mercy. After three years of hard fighting, she knew she was not qualified to hold back.
This battle must be won!
"Bang!" The girl fell to the ground with tears streaming down her face. Damn it, she was just a little bit close every time, and she always missed a move.
Miao Le directly stepped on the little shovel's head, giving the little head a lesson. How dare a mere human being do the following, how presumptuous!
Tricky people!
"Ahem~" Song Zhi came in, his face full of helplessness. Besides fighting and spitting at each other, can't you do something serious?
He even suddenly understood why his eldest brother was bored in the Song family's mountain city every day and never came out. As a well-behaved Confucian scholar, he felt like torture every day he stayed with Le Ye.
"Meow."
"Second uncle." Song Yuzhi's single ponytail was untied at some point, her hair was disheveled, and she stood in an orderly manner.
A few days ago, her father sent a letter asking her to listen to her second uncle's words, otherwise he would come in person to let her know what a father's love is like.
Obviously, the girl didn't really want to experience it. Song Zhi pondered for a while and said: "Yang Jian is seriously ill, and now the palace has been sealed inside and outside. According to the calculations of the Song family's think tank, the former prince Yang Yong has no chance of winning in the foreseeable future.
, Yang Guang's ascension to the throne should be certain. And based on Yang Guang's performance over the years, he must be a wise king. If he doesn't live long and his old age is unknown, he might still be able to leave his name in history. So, Yuzhi, I am now
I want to ask you on behalf of the Song family, are you interested in Yang Guang?" Song Yuzhi was startled, Mo Ai was young, she sometimes thought about her future husband, but she forgot about it every time.
Now when I look back, I realize that time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, I have reached the age of marriage.
But who is this Yang Guang?
"Second uncle, I don't even know Yang Guang, nor have I met him. How do I know if I am interested in him?" Song Yuzhi asked curiously.
Song Zhi:???You have stayed in Daxing for six full years, and yet you have never even met the prince of the Sui Dynasty, stopped talking to him without saying a word, and have not even heard of him?
Do you have nothing else in your mind besides eating, drinking and having fun? Please, I’m getting old, please let me go!
"Master Le, what do you think of this Yang Guang?" Song Zhi looked at the little yellow cat expectantly. As far as he knew, Master Le was extremely fast and couldn't sit still. He should have traveled all over Daxing.
Moreover, it is an auspicious beast of heaven and earth. If it can be recognized by him, then Yang Guang must not be a thing in the pond.
The Song family can also give out more benefits. As one of the four great lords, he actually doesn't care who becomes the emperor. What he hopes most is that the government will be stable, the people can live and work in peace and contentment, and still have money in their pockets.
In this way, with the power, manpower, and countless extraordinary skills of the Song family, relying on the various commodities sold to earn profit differences, and continuing to collect talents, it will only become stronger and stronger.
As we all know, the accumulation of wealth and power does not become slower and slower, but becomes faster and faster after reaching a certain level.
The little yellow cat suddenly fell into deep thought, trying hard to find Yang Guang in his mind. After a long time, he raised his head and saw Song Zhi's hopeful eyes.
"Meow~" [I didn't pay attention, but his Crown Princess Xiao is quite nice and big! Do you want to take you to see her?
】 Song Zhi:??? Tired, destroy it! ... Renshou Palace. Yang Jian was weakly lying on the bed, panting slightly. Three important ministers of the court and his two most beloved wives: Mrs. Xuanhua, Mrs. Chen,
Mrs. Rong Hua, Mrs. Cai, was waiting on the side.
Quietly looking at the roof, feeling his own weakness, he was very reluctant to give up. In the decades since he founded the Sui Dynasty, he has been so busy with his career that he rarely has a free day.
Nowadays, the national power of the Sui Dynasty is also prosperous and powerful, with 40 million people and millions of soldiers. The grain stored in the granaries can feed the people of the country for three years.
It was so powerful that no neighboring country could match it. It merged with Western Liang, destroyed Nanchen, pacified Jiangnan, recovered Lingnan, unified the whole country, defeated Turks, built the Great Wall, opened canals, established imperial examinations, set up granaries, and reformed currency.
How many heroes in ancient times could accomplish all the great things? His only regret now is that some things have not been completed in his lifetime.
But with the current national power of the Sui Dynasty and the grain stored in the major granaries, even if Yang Guang was a pig and did nothing, the Sui Dynasty would be as stable as Mount Tai and be passed down stably.
What's more, the prince's character and ability are also good. In the future, the Great Sui Dynasty will definitely not die like the Qin Dynasty.
"You all go out and call the prince in. I have something to explain." Yang Jian ordered.
"Yes!" The three ministers and two ladies saluted respectfully and quickly stepped back. Even in the twilight years of the hero, his words and deeds are still God's will.
After going out, Mrs. Chen crossed her legs and prepared to go to the side room to wipe herself down and change her clothes. At this time, she definitely did not have the conditions to take a bath, but as a woman, she is still a woman who has experienced things in the boudoir.
I often secrete some dirt, and I sweat a lot when I'm busy going out, which makes me very uncomfortable.
This made the pampered Mrs. Chen unbearable, so she simply asked the maid to get some water and wash herself, so that she could face the emperor in his later years in a better manner.
I hope she won't be buried...
"Father!" Yang Guang knelt in front of Yang Jian's window with a sad expression and held his hands tightly. Yang Jian's eyes were also red.
That year, when this son was just born, he was still so young, but now he has to shoulder the great cause of the Yang family and the heavy burden of the country.
"Prince, I am old and will die. From now on, the Great Sui Dynasty will be in your hands. Now that the Great Sui Dynasty is becoming more and more prosperous, I am confident in your ability, but there are still a few things I want to entrust you with." Yang Jian
He said while trying to cheer up.
"Father, you said that the child must obey the teachings." Yang Jian smiled and said happily: "The first thing is that our land in the Sui Dynasty is really huge. It is thousands of miles away from south to north. It is difficult to communicate and mobilize troops.
It is quite inconvenient, so I have been digging the canal for more than 20 years, just to connect the north and the south. In the future, when you become emperor, you will need to continue digging. When the canal is connected, it will be the foundation of our Sui Dynasty for eternity. But you have to
Pay attention to three points: first, plan it slowly and do not abuse people's power; second, fight corruption and eliminate evil to prevent officials from digging up a disaster for their own selfish purposes; third: the canal needs to be dredged and bermed every year, otherwise flooding will occur on both sides of the canal.
, that is another major crime and disaster." Yang Guang nodded heavily: "My child must obey." Yang Jian nodded slightly: "The second thing should be the granary and the imperial examination. Nowadays, the family is so powerful that even my Yang family's foundation depends on it.
The support of the family members. But this country is always the Yang family's country. Although the power of the Sui Dynasty is getting stronger and stronger, these aristocratic families are like the blood-sucking insects. They are also growing stronger. If this continues, it will become a serious problem. If one day a certain generation of emperors
If you don’t know the people well and choose a foolish emperor, then the incident of my Yang family replacing the Northern Zhou Dynasty may happen again. And ensuring the fairness and justice of the imperial examination and selecting the world’s capable people with lofty ideals is an important point to curb the expansion of the clan. Granaries of various places
It can also ensure that in times of great disaster, those big clans will not be able to annex land and expand their power. Fighting corruption and promoting integrity, imperial examinations, granaries, and canals are the foundation of a country, so remember them."
"yes!"
"Ahem, cough, cough~" After saying so many words, Yang Jian felt very tired, very tired. But he knew that if he didn't finish the explanation, he would not die in peace.
"Prince, I know you are very smart. Smart people are arrogant. After you ascend the throne in the future, you will definitely feel the constraints of the clans and clans. But these forces have already been deeply rooted in our Sui Dynasty. You can deal with them, but don't worry.
, you must figure it out slowly. As long as this person is in a hurry, he will make mistakes! Do you understand? Cough cough cough~" After saying this, Yang Jian spit out another mouthful of blood.
Yang Guang quickly took out the brocade handkerchief and wiped it with tears in his eyes: "Father, I understand, stop talking and have a good rest. You are a wise king, and God will take care of you. You will definitely get better."
"Ah~" After explaining all this, Yang Jian breathed a long sigh of relief and looked out the window with his eyes. The sun was shining brightly and the breeze was gentle.
Such a country is really nostalgic! After his father closed his eyes and fell asleep, Yang Guang quietly went out, ordered the doctor to take care of him, and walked back with a heavy expression.
He had been looking forward to this day, but when it came, he realized that the burden of this country was too heavy.
Even the big and small things in the Sui Dynasty and the fighting among many clans were a bit overwhelming for him. Are you ready to serve as the king of a country?
When passing by a side room, Yang Guang glanced at it unintentionally and stopped for a moment. What did he see? There was a woman in the inner room, with a smooth jade back as white as jade, round and graceful, and holding a snow-white brocade handkerchief in her slender hands.
Slowly wiping in the mountains and forests, every move shows its beautiful figure.
"Gudu~" After having been abstinent for nearly a month in the palace, Yang Guang suddenly saw this scene and felt awe-struck.
Almost without hesitation, he pushed the door open and walked in. He is the crown prince, and in the near future, he will be the lord of the world. Is it possible that the leader of the land is a royal minister, just a woman? If he needs it, this person will naturally get it.
Give!
"Ah, who is it?" Mrs. Chen turned around when she heard the sound, and her face suddenly turned red.
"Prince, why are you here?" After all, she is the prince's mother. At this moment, she is facing each other calmly, and her husband is not far away. This scene is really embarrassing, but for some reason, there is a strange feeling in her heart.
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However, Yang Guang stepped forward without hesitation, holding a pen in his bare hand, which was a disgrace to the gentleness... After a moment, his expression completely calmed down, without sadness or joy, and he even pinched the white and tender neck of Mrs. Chen in front of him and hesitated.
To kill or not to kill? Mrs. Chen felt sorry for Chu Chu and cried. She raised her head and saw a pretty face with pear blossoms and rain in Yang Guang's eyes.
It is such a pity that such a beautiful woman died like this.
"I will ascend the throne in the near future. Promise me not to tell this matter. I will treat you well in the future!" Yang Guang gradually let go and said in a deep voice.
Mrs. Chen nodded quickly. Growing up, she had never known that death was so close. Only then did Yang Guang feel relieved and said coldly: "Wipe it yourself!" Then he turned and left.
If this woman can stand out in the harem, she must be a smart person. If she tells her father, there will be no benefit at all, and she may be killed and silenced.
He still has this little bit of confidence. It’s not a big problem...
