Yang Yong silently recited the four-character mantra given by Gao Xi, wore the prince's official uniform, held his head high and came to the palace to say hello.
There was joy on his face.
According to Gao Xi's layout, it is true that Yang Jian's eyes have become much gentler recently, and he has the trust and expectations he once had, and the attitudes of the courtiers are also changing.
No matter how outstanding the King of Jin is, if His Majesty has no intention of changing his position and establishing a crown prince, then it will be a disaster rather than a blessing.
Since ancient times, the fight for the throne has been extremely cruel, with families confiscated and clans destroyed at every turn. Apart from He Ruobi who loyally followed the King of Jin, how many people dared to bet on it so early?
Therefore, the six ministers who were still partial to Gu Cheng began to keep a distance. If His Majesty gives a signal to trust the prince again, then the previous efforts of King Jin will be in vain.
"Haha, second brother, the throne is yours alone after all, no one can take it away!"
Yang Yong, who was full of confidence, walked into the palace where Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo lived, and bowed respectfully: "My sons and ministers pay homage to my father, the emperor, and my mother! May my father live forever! May my mother be safe!"
The air suddenly became quiet.
Yang Yong waited for a moment, but there was no response that asked him to get up, and he couldn't help but be surprised.
You must know that he is a prince, and there is no need to pay homage to him. It is just to show filial piety. But now that he is not allowed to stand up, isn't it deliberately torturing people?
Whoosh!
At this moment, a scroll was thrown over. Yang Yong was puzzled. He picked it up and unfolded it, and saw the famous seven-step poem.
"What a painting! What a font! Wonderful!"
Yang Yong looked at the calligraphy strokes carefully and nodded.
He is good at poetry and poetry, and his friends are all literati, so he naturally appreciates him from an artistic perspective.
"Did you see this from this painting?"
Yang Jian's voice came from above, with an unprecedented chill to the bone.
"If I return to my father, I should live in harmony with my second brother and never engage in brotherly violence!"
Yang Yong was not a complete idiot, he immediately puffed up his chest and said.
"Cao Pi asked Cao Zhi to compose a poem. After the poem was completed, he still felt deeply ashamed. You, the wicked son, have no intention of repenting. I am so disappointed as a father!"
Unexpectedly, when he raised his head, he saw Yang Jian looking down at him coldly, speaking every word authentically.
"Father?"
Yang Yong was stunned.
He knew that Yang Jian called himself his father, which was a manifestation of extreme anger.
For Yang Jian, who has always been proud that his five sons are true brothers from the same mother and has no worries about being abolished, what Dugu Jialuo said was like a bolt from the blue.
But the whole process is well-founded and interlocking, so no one can disbelieve it. Even why King Jin appeared in Ruyi Hall was found out.
It turns out that Guang'an Tower, which is now booming, is the property of the King of Jin. Ruyitang has been in trouble many times, and the King of Jin brought He Ruobi to the house to provoke trouble.
Yang Jian was extremely suspicious and didn't believe there were so many coincidences in the world. After listening to Dugu Jialuo's step-by-step analysis and the seven-step poem and painting, he already believed most of it.
But he was also well aware of his son's ability, and such a plan could never have come from Yang Yong, so he asked coldly: "Tell me, who gave you the idea?"
"Father! No..."
"explain!!!"
"It was Gao Xi's idea for Gu Chu!"
Yang Yong didn't understand at all why he spoke warmly yesterday and spoke sternly today. He was frightened by the roar, thinking that Yang Jian had seen through that he was paying homage and filial piety all day long in order to win back the Sacred Heart, so he said in a trembling voice.
This is a person with a timid personality, who will accompany you like a tiger.
"Gao Xi? That's right, only he can come up with such a clever plan!"
Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes: "Gao Xi has a great talent in the country. He is dedicated to my state affairs, and he is also so dedicated to my family affairs. Okay! Okay!"
"Father! Gao Xi makes suggestions for his son. He just wants to keep his position as the crown prince. He has no other aspirations!"
The more Yang Yong listened, the more something was wrong. He looked horrified and kowtowed desperately.
In Yang Yong's view, he is the eldest son, and it is natural for him to keep his position as prince. Although Gao Xi's strategy takes advantage of family ties, it is not a serious crime. Why is Yang Jian's tone so wrong...
"Yes, for the sake of being the crown prince, why did you harm your brother like that?"
Dugu Jialuo spoke for the first time.
What made her most angry was that Yang Yong acted so matter-of-factly and showed no remorse.
"Harming my second brother?"
Yang Yong looked confused.
The questions and answers from both sides are not the same thing at all.
If it were Gao Xi who faced Yang Jian's thunderous wrath at this time, he would definitely not say a word until the matter was clarified.
"No! Absolutely not!"
However, Yang Yong's description became darker and darker. It was only now that he heard Dugu Jialuo's words and denied it.
It's a pity it's too late.
"Imposed imperial edict!"
Yang Jian took a deep breath, returned to his former majesty, and said in a cold voice: "The prince is brave, unfilial and unvirtuous. He is inferior to Bai Xing and cannot hold important responsibilities. I will remove him from the position of prince and be demoted to King Shou. I will leave Daxing and control Shu."
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"Prepare the decree!"
Yang Yong was like a clay sculpture, completely staying in place, while Yang Jian's next imperial edict had been issued: "The talent of Gao Xi has been exhausted, the old man (mào) is tired of hard work, has evil ambitions, and is dangerously rebelling, except for the general who leads the left army."
In addition to the title of Duke of Qi, he was demoted to a commoner."
"It's unfair! It's unfair!"
At this point, Yang Yong finally understood that the emperor and empress must have misunderstood something, and he shouted loudly.
"Take it down!"
The so-called jumping into the Yellow River is not clear. Even if Yang Jian is willing to listen to his explanation, Yang Yong cannot argue with his clumsy words. Now it is faster and he has caught up with Gao Xi.
Yang Jian never wanted to see this useless son again, so he waved his hand, and immediately the guards dragged Yang Yong out.
"Father! Queen mother! Father! Queen mother!"
The two saints, the emperor and the empress, kept shrinking in his eyes, then the imperial palace, and finally the entire imperial city.
Yang Yong left in a daze, cried in the East Palace for a whole day, packed up, and left the city towards Shu.
Just when Yang Yong left Daxing and entered Shu to become a so-called free prince, a woman came to the gate of Cihang Jingzhai in Nanchen.
"The Lord of the Yingui sect is coming to visit. Is there no one to welcome Cihang Jingzhai?"
Zhu Yuyan came to the stone tablet with her long sleeves fluttering and her eyes stern.
Whoosh!
Several figures floated out like fairies in the clouds, holding long swords, and surrounded Zhu Yuyan.
"I wish the benefactor came here to provoke a battle between good and evil and bring disaster to all living beings?"
The middle-aged nun walked out slowly, with a look of compassion on her face.
"What you are doing is no more noble than ours. It is all about fighting for power and profit. Our Holy Sect is just like a dog fighting in a fly camp, while your Buddhist Sect only cares about the common people in the world. Oh, how disgusting!"
Zhu Yuyan sneered and clapped her hands.
Immediately, four disciples came forward carrying a sedan. The curtain of the sedan was opened, and there was an unconscious woman inside. The scenery was beautiful and fragrant, and it was the bright moon.
"I didn't expect that you have so many descendants. Even the most famous prostitute in the world practices the meaning of the sword code, moisturizing things silently! King Jin, oh no, it was His Highness the Crown Prince who said that he has written down the meaning of helping this woman.
Just live in Jingzhai, and when you ascend the throne in the future, you may remember your old love and welcome back..."
Zhu Yuyan opened Mingyue's acupoints, and Mingyue woke up leisurely. Looking at this strange and familiar environment, she immediately understood something, her face was sad, and she lowered her head.
The middle-aged female nun was silent for a moment, then bowed slowly: "I obey His Highness's will!"
The corners of Zhu Yuyan's lips rose: "Take good care of her, maybe you can become the imperial concubine in the future and win back the Holy Will~ Hahahaha!"
After saying that, he turned around and left with a sweet smile.
After placing the bright moon in the quiet room and returning to the ancestral hall, the nun slowly sat down and silently recited the name of the Buddha. Suddenly, a bloody arrow spurted out of her mouth.
She shook her body, and the wooden fish in her hand suddenly turned into powder and floated away in the wind.