The guards spent a lot of effort and finally pulled Yang Changjun away.
A guard went to help Fang Guanyan, but Fang Guanyan did not get up and sat on the snow. He raised his hand to wipe the blood under his nose and looked up at Yang Changjun coldly.
Yang Changjun was pinned to the ground by seven or eight guards. Fearing that he would rise up again, the men and horses brought by Yang Changjun rushed forward and pushed them away, and a fierce conflict broke out between the two sides.
"Stop it!" Yang Changjun tore away his subordinates who were fighting in a ball, took out a dagger and threw it at Fang Guanyan, "Fang Guanyan, where is my elder brother! What happened in Zuixian Tower? What happened to those corpses!
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The dagger fell on the snow in front of Fang Guanyan, with coagulated blood on the blade. The handle was wrapped with several thin copper wires. These copper wires were detachable and were a batch of daggers specially customized by Fang Mansion in the first half of the year.
Fang Guanyan looked at the dagger and smiled: "You three brothers, one is a common man without ambition, one is a timid coward, and the other is a reckless man without a brain, you are all idiots!"
"Where have you done my eldest brother and the crown prince!" Yang Changjun roared, completely losing his patience.
"I wasn't the one who took action first!" Fang Guanyan shouted, "It was your eldest brother. He and the Crown Prince are both at Madam's house now, but I advise you, it's useless for you to go alone, except to die in vain!"
Yang Changjun was stunned, and his men were also stunned.
The word "send to death" is too serious. Although they were also shocked when they saw the corpses in Zuixian Tower, but now the situation has really developed into this, life and death, bloody head and head?
"What happened!" Yang Changjun said, rushing up and grabbing Fang Guanyan by the collar, "What does Yan Qinglin want to do!"
"Your Majesty is disobedient, isn't Yang Guanxian ignorant?" Fang Guanyan grabbed Yang Changjun's hand and tried to break it open, "You don't know how to act based on other people's looks, and you are arrogant. If I say something ugly, they fell into Yan Qinglin's hands. Nothing will happen to Xia Zhaoxue.
Your eldest brother Yang Guanxian’s life may be in doubt!”
"Where are they?!"
"Fenghe County."
"You come with me!" Yang Changjun picked up Fang Guanyan and said, "Let's go!"
"Don't force me to take action," Fang Guanyan resisted, "You have to die yourself. We have been planning for so long just for today. If you dare to make trouble today, not only Yang Guanxian will die, but Yang Changshan will not survive! He will be killed alive.
Shedding a layer of skin!”
"I'll beat you to death!" Yang Changjun roared angrily and swung another fist as big as a sandbag. The corner of Fang Guanyan's eye was broken and the entire flesh was swollen.
The guards rushed over and pulled Yang Changjun out, causing another melee.
Fang Guanyan's eyes were black from the beating and his ears were ringing.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his stomach. Yang Changjun picked up the dagger in the confusion and stabbed it into his lower abdomen.
After the dagger was pulled out, Yang Changjun stabbed him in the neck again, but the guards threw him away.
"You really think I don't dare to chop you up!" Yang Changjun pointed the dagger at him and shouted, "I'll kill you!"
Two of Fang Guanyan's guards carried Fang Guanyan and ran towards the carriage, while the rest tried their best to stop Yang Changjun.
"It's none of our business, Mr. Yang!"
"Really, it was Mrs. Yan who did it, it has nothing to do with our father!"
"We didn't kill the person, he was Mrs. Yan's person!"
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The guards said one after another.
The frightened coachman hurriedly drove away. Yang Changjun kicked away the obstructive guards around him, gasped and looked at the carriage, and spat viciously.
"You are liars!" Yang Changjun gritted his teeth and said, kicking a guard in the stomach as if to vent his anger, and said to his men, "Kill them all! I have killed people in Zuixian Tower, and these few can't even live!"
Fang Guanyan was covered in cold sweat in pain, and his lips turned white. He clutched his stomach. Fortunately, his winter clothes were thick, so although he was still injured, it was not fatal.
Two guards supported him, one tried to stop the bleeding, and the other leaned out of the car window and looked behind him.
The driver was running fast, waving his whip and telling the refugees in front to get out of here.
The carriage ran downhill, getting faster and faster. A protruding rocky slope appeared in front of it. The driver could not restrain his horse and screamed in panic. He had no time to utter the complete words. The wheels rolled over the rocky slope and flew away.
He rushed out, and the whole carriage fell down the snowy slope, with people on their backs and horses overturned.
Yang Changjun was going to chase them, but when he saw this, he didn't bother to look for them anymore, and immediately turned around and headed towards Fenghe County.
The road to Fenghe County was full of people, all rushing towards the capital. The heavy snow on the ground had deep skid marks. Those marching buildings and chariots left from Fenghe County.
Yang Changjun used his horsewhip to wave away the refugees blocking the road and ran towards Fenghe County.
The outside of Xiaoling Village in the northernmost part of Fenghe County is full of militiamen and strong refugees hired with rice porridge. There is a long row of wooden spears placed outside the village to guard against the onrushing refugees.
There were fewer people in the east side of the village, so a dozen men came out in pairs carrying the body and threw it into the long ravine to the east of the village.
Two of the men walked behind the crowd, moving very slowly, and the "corpse" they were carrying was too heavy.
The ravine is full of snow, and there are countless corpses buried in the snow layer. In addition to the refugees who died near Fenghe County, there are also a large number of people who sneaked in to hide or eat. As a result, they died of starvation, disease, and freezing in the corner.
The refugees will have to deal with these corpses again when the snow melts in the coming spring.
The wind was cold in winter, but the wind here in Changshan Valley seemed to be even colder and gloomier. The villagers were unwilling to stay here and ran away as soon as they threw the bodies down.
The two men walking at the back of the crowd took a long detour and looked behind the rugged hillside to make sure there was no one around. They quickly put down the "corpse" in their hands and unsealed it.
Yang Guanxian gasped and sat up from the sack, pulling on his collar and gasping for air: "It's almost suffocating me!"
"Master, you get up first!"
“Can’t stay here too long!”
The two men said hurriedly.
Yang Guanxian helped them get up, rubbed his waist and buttocks, looked up at Xiaoling Village in the distance and Huanshan Village adjacent to Tiandu, feeling anxious and uneasy.
One of his men threw the sack down the ravine and said, "Master, let's go!"
Yang Guanxian nodded, withdrew his gaze, and followed his two men outside.
The snow on the edge of the cliff was deep, so Yang Guanxian picked up a thick wooden branch to make a staff. However, because of his fat body, he sometimes failed to control it well. When he stepped on it, he would sink much deeper than his two men, so it was difficult to pull it out.
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In order to save energy, he said nothing during the whole process. After he walked to a secluded valley in front and sat down, he asked: "Have you ever asked about what's going on in the city now?"
"Those 'big guys' have just been sent away," said the taller subordinate. "They all went to Yongding Gate. The situation in the city is unclear. We came around the west. The other gates were all blocked by the army.
Stationed."
"Where is Dongping Academy? Is it still there?"
"Yes, yes, when we came out, we heard that the second son of Song Shangshu's family led troops and stopped the Xuanwu Army there!"
Yang Guanxian paused and then breathed a long sigh of relief.
