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"Father, Rong'er called you." Yang Xuangan reminded Yang Su in a low voice with a look of grief and anger.
Yang Su quickly lowered his head, put his ear to his grandson's mouth, sighed, and said, "What do you want to say to grandpa?"
"Avenge your grandson..." Yang Rong struggled to spit out these four words.
Yang Su nodded heavily and said word by word: "Rong'er, don't worry, grandpa will take revenge on you!"
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In the early morning of the next day, Yang Lihua woke up in confusion from the quilt that still smelled of Wang Junlin. She opened her eyes, rubbed them, and prepared to get up. She found that her waist was a little sore. Then she remembered the madness last night, and her face
The face is a little shy, and there is an aftertaste of spring in the eyes.
The maid smiled sweetly and came over to salute, and then she was about to help her get up and wash up. At this time, Yang Lihua came back to her senses and exclaimed: "Ah! Where is the person?"
The maid asked curiously: "Who is it?"
Yang Lihua's expression returned to normal and she said casually: "Wan'er! Did you hear anything last night?"
"Reporting to the princess, I didn't hear any sound last night, and I feel that I slept soundly last night, more soundly than ever before." The maid replied seriously.
Yang Lihua remembered that Wang Junlin said that his drug addiction had a soothing effect, and now it seemed to be true.
She nodded without saying anything and walked to the window. Her long black hair hung straight down to her hips. She was dressed in a pretty white robe and looked very beautiful. She looked out the window, but found that there was no sign of that person. Unavoidably,
Some wonder if I just had a dream yesterday, a dream that I really want to make come true.
"Your Highness!" Old eunuch Mo walked in at some point and stood five steps behind the princess with his hands solemn.
"Old Mo! Hang the Eye of the Candle Dragon on a rabbit, and then let the rabbit eat well and not get sick. After a month, see what changes will happen to it." Yang Lihua thought for a moment, looking a little confused.
Said complicatedly.
Mo Jiuhan was stunned for a moment and said, "Old slave, I have written it down."
Yang Lihua turned around, looked at Mo Jiuhan, and said solemnly: "From now on, let Nighthawk keep an eye on the Yue Kingdom Palace and the Changping Palace, no matter how big or small, provide a piece of information every day and send it to Wang Junlin.
"
"Old slave understands." An inexplicable meaning flashed in Mo Jiuhan's eyes, and he nodded silently for a moment, "Your Highness, Your Majesty wants to use Wang Junlin to deal with the family members, why don't we simply light a fire and let Wang Junlin avenge the late emperor's family...
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"Shut up!" Before Mo Jiuhan could finish speaking, Yang Lihua interrupted him sharply.
As if he had expected it, Mo Jiuhan sighed secretly and continued: "Of course we will not target your majesty. The royal family of the late emperor was not killed by your majesty, but by Wu Jianzhang, Gao Jiong, Yang Lin, He Ruobi, Yu Juluo, and Qiu
Rui, Han Qinhu, Ding Yanping, Yang Su, these nine old thieves and the Dugu clan. So..."
Yang Lihua did not interrupt Mo Jiuhan this time, but remained silent for a long time after listening.
Mo Jiuhan was right. It was Gao Jiong and other nine old thieves and the Dugu clan who destroyed his husband's clan. However, these people all listened to his father's words, and although his father was now afraid of these old thieves and the Dugu clan,
The power of the aristocratic families is growing day by day, but they just want to use Wang Junlin's hand to weaken these powerful families, and they may not really want to kill these old thieves.
Mo Jiuhan waited for a while, and when he saw that Yang Lihua still had not made up his mind, he quietly withdrew with a look of reluctance.
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During the Sui Dynasty, there was one dynasty on two days and one dynasty on one month.
Today is the time to go to court, and just last night, the palace sent a decree to Prince Jin's Mansion overnight, asking Wang Junlin to attend the pilgrimage today.
In the minor dynasty, relatives of the emperor such as Yang Zhao did not need to participate unless they served in the court. However, because Yang Zhao was too fat, Yang Jian asked him to recuperate at home, so he did not hold any official position.
Before dawn, Wang Junlin took Zhan Peng and three other guards and left Jin Prince's Mansion. After struggling most of the night last night without disturbing anyone, Wang Junlin returned to his room in Jin Prince's Mansion.
With the unknown technique of time, my mental and physical strength returned to normal.
There was still more than half an hour before dawn, so the streets of the capital were quiet. A cold crescent moon still hung in the sky, and the clatter of horse hooves was particularly clear. Wang Junlin and his five riders passed through the four square gates and arrived at Zhuque Street.
, there were only soldiers patrolling the streets, and no other officials passed by.
After checking their identities, the sergeants from the Military and Horse Department saluted and ignored them. If they were second-rank or above officers, there would be sergeants carrying huge lanterns to clear the way in front.
The imperial palace of the Sui Dynasty was inherited from the Northern Zhou Dynasty. It was located in the north of Daxing City and built against the mountains. Wang Junlin had to pass through more than half of Daxing City to reach it. Since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, living facing south and facing north was once a royal privilege, but
During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, rituals and music almost collapsed, and this royal privilege was also weakened. No one would care about ordinary people living in the north house.
There were more and more cars and horses on the street. Wang Junlin behaved very low-key and modestly. He took the initiative to show courtesy regardless of the official position, which attracted the favor of some officials.
When they arrived at the imperial city, they saw bright lights at the entrance and crowds of people surging from a distance. They bowed to each other, chatted and laughed, and they seemed harmonious. However, Wang Junlin knew that underneath the superficial harmony, there were countless swords and swords brewing, perhaps waiting for an early attack.
Wang Junlin was a military attache. When he came to the imperial city, he saw almost all civilian officials. He saw Wang Junlin wearing a sixth-grade scarlet robe and carrying a ceremonial sword representing his status as a military attache. However, he was young and handsome, which attracted many people.
They whispered to each other, but few people knew him, and thought he was a noble son of a certain family. It was not until the arrival of Yang Su, the Duke of Yue, that everyone realized that this young military general with a temperament and appearance more like a civil servant was actually the famous poisonous man.
The king is coming.
"Your Majesty, Wang Junlin, has met the Duke." Seeing Yang Su walking toward him with a frosty look on his face, Wang Junlin stepped in and saluted, his movements were meticulous, his face was expressionless, and he seemed a little indifferent, but his etiquette was impeccable.
When Yang Su stood three steps in front of Wang Junlin with a murderous look on his face, all the officials within ten steps of Wang Junlin stepped aside as quickly as possible.
Yang Su's gaze was as electric as a knife, and extremely cold. He had been in a high position for many years, and held the power of killing countless people. In addition, the invisible majesty cultivated by commanding the army for decades exuded, and enveloped Wang Junlin.
Wang Junlin looked at Yang Su without hesitation, his expression did not change at all, he was always calm and calm, which attracted many people to secretly admire him, thinking that he was worthy of killing tens of thousands of people with one bucket of poison and tens of thousands with one fire.
A poisonous general with thousands of people, his calmness alone is extremely rare among his peers.
Yang Su narrowed his eyes at the end, snorted coldly, turned around and left without saying anything.
"Jun Lin, how come you, a military attaché, have ended up among the civil servants?" Wang Junlin looked at Yang Su's back, thoughtfully, and suddenly heard the sound of a carriage arriving behind him, and then the voice of Chang Sun Sheng came.
Wang Junlin felt warm in his heart and turned around to salute Changsun Sheng. The latter pulled Wang Junlin towards a team of military attachés and said to him: "I will introduce you to a few elders. They are all with me and your master, Governor Yu.
Seniors who have experienced life and death battles together must not be rude."
Wang Junlin quickly said yes respectfully and quickly followed Chang Sun Sheng's pace.
"This is your Uncle Han, my life-and-death friend. He is not in good health right now. I heard that your boy also has superb medical skills. Let me show you Uncle Han someday!" A man with a slightly dark complexion who had been with Wang Junlin once said
A burly old man who looked very similar to Han Ziliang, the Ying Yanglang general of Tianshui County whom he had seen before, was looking at Wang Junlin with a smile.
Wang Junlin immediately understood that this man was ranked fourth on the list of the top ten generals of Shangzhu Kingdom. He was a great master who captured the tiger and broke through the period of success. He was not much weaker than his master Yu Juluo.
Wang Junlin did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly paid homage. These people were all spiritual figures. At a glance, it was clear that Wang Junlin was more sincere in paying homage to Yang Su than he had just done to Yang Su.
Han Qinhu seemed very easy-going. He helped Wang Junlin look up and down and said: "In the war last year, if you hadn't cut off the Turks' food and grass and burned Shuiquan Pass, my son Liang might have died in Jincheng. How could he still be there?
The founding earldom of the country. So, after all, our old Han family still owes you a favor."
"Uncle Han, thank you for your praise. When I first came out of the mountain, I was once threatened by villains. Thanks to General Ziliang, I helped me out of trouble. As a result, I became General Ziliang's personal soldier, and then I became a soldier."
Magnificent military exploits. So, it seems that I owe General Ziliang a huge favor. When I came from the northwest a few days ago, I passed by Tianshui County. General Ziliang also asked me to bring something to Uncle Han. I was preparing to go there in person today.
Come and visit." Wang Junlin was talking, but in his heart he could not connect the kind old man in front of him with the ferocious and cruel Han Qinhu in "The Romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties", because now this unparalleled hero is stooped and his face is a little pale.
Coughing slightly from time to time, Wang Junlin remembered that in the original history, after Yang Jian died, Han Qinhu died immediately after, so this man could not live more than three years.
How could Han Qinhu know what Wang Junlin was thinking? When he heard Wang Junlin's words, a light flashed deep in his eyes, and the smile on his face became stronger: "Okay, after the next court, I will be here today
I’ll wait for you at my house.”
Although Wang Junlin did not have any aristocratic family members behind him, and he is now just a border town guard with only 5,000 troops under his command, his illustrious military exploits and various deeds in the past year since his appearance have not only given him such a great reputation, but also made him famous.
All the powerful people in the world realize that this young man is an extremely powerful, even terrifying figure. Otherwise, Emperor Sui would not have chosen him to compete with the powerful family.
Especially because of Wang Junlin's vicious reputation, no matter who he is, he will never be willing to antagonize him unless necessary. What's more, everyone knows that after today's court meeting, Wang Junlin's title and official position will definitely be greatly promoted again.
ps: I'm very sorry. Today, the editor asked me to write self-promotion materials for the film and television rights of this book. I want to see if I can get lucky and sell the film and television rights so that I can sell a house in Lanzhou, so I have been busy with this for a whole day.
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