Five hundred and tenth chapter drunk playing with a big knife
Hou Quande cheered up and said: "Reporting to Your Majesty, I am about to report this matter to Your Majesty. Is the rumor of the Yu family's "Longevity Scripture" true or false? I have sent a large number of people to verify it. There is no definite news yet. But I
I think it’s better to believe that this kind of thing exists than to believe that it doesn’t exist.”
"What you said makes sense." Yang Jian nodded, with a strong look of greed in his eyes. Nothing could compare to the temptation of longevity to a dying old man, not to mention that this old man was an emperor.
"Send an order to Yu Zhongheng and ask him to present the "Longevity Scripture" to me. If the Yu family dares to disobey the order, I will punish him for the crime of deceiving the emperor." Yang Jian said fiercely.
"Your Majesty, the Yu family has been relatively close to His Royal Highness the King of Han recently." Hou Quande hesitated for a moment and then reminded him.
Yang Jian, who had slightly lost his normal rationality due to the temptation of longevity, was startled for a moment, snorted coldly and said: "Since they are Liang'er's supporters, then give them half a month. If the Yu family cannot give them half a month,
"Longevity Scripture", I will not be polite to them."
Although the Yu family is also a wealthy family, and is one of the eight great families in Guanlong, it is still a step or two behind the powerful families like Qizong and Five Surnames and the Hongnong Yang family. Yang Jian had too many problems with Qizong and Five Surnames and Yang Su.
He was worried that if he attacked the Yu family, he might force the other party to fight to the death and cause some troubles, but these troubles were still under control, not to mention that this time the Yu family committed suicide, and only the emperor had the "Sutra of Longevity" in his hands.
Only in this way can we dispel the covetousness of the world to the greatest extent. Otherwise, everyone will be guilty of having a jade, and their families will be destroyed.
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The news that Han Qinhu, Yang Xuangan, and Zhao Shiguang were dismissed from their posts and expelled from the palace quickly spread throughout the capital, and Wang Junlin naturally got the news.
While Wang Junlin thought that this was indeed the case, he was also shocked again by Yang Jian's indifference. He did not expect that Yang Jian was so cruel. In order to achieve his own goals, he was dismissed as soon as he was dismissed after only two years in the Sui Dynasty, but Han Qin
Tiger is different! In terms of military merit, he is not as high as Wang Junlin, but his qualifications are there. He is the oldest among the nine founders of the country, and he is also the one who has always been the most loyal to him, Yang Jian.
Such a hero should not be humiliated like this no matter what wrong words he said!
As the saying goes, the emperor is ruthless, and animals like true dragons are indifferent.
After a moment's hesitation, Wang Junlin had two carts of patron wine prepared, walked out, and headed straight for the Han Mansion.
Han Qinhu was his elder, and he was kind to him, and this kind of care did not involve any interest, which was rare and valuable. What's more, Han Ziliang was also kind to him, and the two had a good friendship.
With these two relationships, Wang Junlin couldn't turn a blind eye and at least enlightened the stubborn veteran to prevent him from figuring it out.
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The Han Mansion is also on the main street directly opposite the main entrance of the palace, but its location is relatively remote. It is located at the southernmost point and the farthest from the imperial city. The geographical location is not bad, but it is the worst among the founding ministers. The reason for this is,
It's not that Han Qinhu has the lowest qualifications and status among the founding heroes of the Sui Dynasty, but because he is unwilling to fight for these things. This veteran has some things that he sticks to. For example, this time he resolutely stood up to oppose the emperor's construction of Changle Palace.
Wang Junlin rode a blood-maned horse to the gate of Han Mansion. The gate was a bit crude, but as a prince, it still had the pomp and ceremony that it should have. The furious Yang Jian finally had a hand, and only dismissed Han Qinhu's official position, but did not
Strip him of his title.
There were two rows of wild geese standing in front of the door. As soon as Wang Junlin walked to the open space in front of the door, an old concierge from Han Mansion who was missing half an arm tiptoed over to greet him.
"The master said that I will follow His Majesty's orders to stay behind closed doors and not see any outsiders." The concierge smiled kindly, but the tone of rejection in his tone was unmistakable.
Although Wang Junlin only came to Han Mansion once, I believe that based on his reputation, the concierge must remember him, and he should also know about his relationship with the Han family and his son. But at this time, he was refused entry. Wang Junlin was stunned.
After a while, he said: "Old man, go and send a message to Uncle Han and say it's me! Say I brought him two carts of good wine."
The old porter turned his head and glanced at the two carriages of wine behind Wang Junlin, hesitated for a moment, and ran in to report.
Not long after, the old concierge ran back and gasped: "Please come into the house..."
After walking around the screen wall and walking to the corridor, Wang Junlin heard the sound of strong wind howling.
Wang Junlin's expression changed, and he suddenly felt something bad. He walked a few steps forward, only to see Han Qinhu shirtless, with his feet on the Nine Palaces, and a sword as long as ten feet in his hand, dancing vigorously, but his moves and steps were a bit chaotic.
After reading the rules, a closer look revealed that Han Qinhu's face was red and his body was swaying. He was clearly drunk.
The word "Drunk Dance" sounds quite elegant, but Wang Junlin knew that although the sword in Han Qinhu's hand was not as good as his Dragon Bird, it was also a famous sword in the Sui Dynasty, and it was so sharp. This thing was held by the old general.
What kind of power it would have in its hands. If it were held in the hands of a drunk old general, it would be extremely dangerous.
Looking at the area around Han Qinhu, all the flowers, plants and trees in the front yard have been swept away with machetes, leaving only scattered dead branches and leaves. Not to mention people and animals, not even a fly can be seen near the front yard.
Looking again, many heads quietly popped up from under the pillars outside the front hall of the Han Mansion. Han Qinhu’s eldest son, Han Shija, as well as his wife, concubines, housekeepers, and maids, all looked fearful from a distance.
Looking at Han Qinhu going crazy in the yard...
Facts have proved that even if the general is drunk, he is still a general. His ability to listen to six directions and see in all directions is still there. As soon as Wang Junlin stepped into this courtyard, Han Qinhu didn't even look here, and he let go of the sword in his hand.
He flew out and flew towards Wang Junlin. Wang Junlin did not dare to neglect. Although the old general was older, his strength was still the same as before. He exerted a little force on his hands and used skill to easily catch the sword, and then casually
Putting it aside, he took a few steps forward, saluted Han Qinhu, and said, "My nephew, pay homage to Uncle Han."
At this time, Wang Junlin had already smelled a very strong smell of alcohol. It was obvious that Han Qinhu had drunk a lot of Sanlejiang, and from time to time, a choking wine burp would come out of his throat.
Han Qinhu looked at him sideways with his drunken eyes, and his brick-like square face looked like a red brick thrown at him after drinking, which was very scary.
"I heard that you brought me two more carts of good wine, but the patron wine is named after the title of the old man Yang Lin..."
Wang Junlin looked at Han Qinhu's drunken state and really didn't want to take out the wine he brought. The old guy had already drunk Sanlejiang to this extent. If he drank too much of the "backer wine" he brought, he would be in trouble.
What to do if something bad happens after drinking it? There is no way to do gastric lavage in this era...