Chapter eight hundred and seventeen the prince intercedes
Although this rhetoric was clumsy, it was barely enough to explain it away. The Queen Xiao, who had been worrying next to her, breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at her husband quietly. In fact, according to her opinion, they were all her sons. Why should she be so serious? First, she reassured Wang Junlin.
If you continue to use excuses to track down the murderer behind the scenes, but nothing comes to an end, won't this matter be solved?
Yang Guang's expression changed drastically and he said nothing. He seemed to be thinking about something. There was silence in the inner hall and the atmosphere became very tense.
Wang Junlin didn't say anything. He knew very well that he was an outsider after all. No matter how important he was to Yang Guang or how much contribution he made, he could never be compared with Yang Xian in Yang Guang's heart, let alone Xiao who wanted to kill him.
The queen is still aside, so the most correct thing for him to do right now is not to speak.
At this moment, the guard reported at the door: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the King of Jin wishes to see you!"
"Inform him to come in!" Yang Guang sighed and ordered immediately.
Queen Xiao advised from the side: "Your Majesty, this matter has nothing to do with Zhao'er, it's best not to involve him."
Empress Xiao did not want the family conflict to expand. With her two sons involved in the matter, it would be difficult to minimize the matter. Moreover, she was worried that Yang Zhao would use this matter to frame Yang Xian in order to stand up for Wang Junlin.
Even to the point of death of Yang Zhen.
Yang Guang had his own thoughts. He shook his head and said, "I know this matter well."
Yang Zhao's fat figure appeared at the door of the palace. He slowly walked into the hall, knelt down on the ground, and gasped: "I will see my father and the emperor, and my mother and queen!"
"Zhao'er, get up!"
Yang Guang knew that Yang Zhao was in poor health and ordered his servants to move a soft pier for his eldest son. Then he asked him: "Zhao'er, why did you come to see me?"
Yang Zhao sat down on the soft pier, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "My son, I beg my father for mercy on behalf of my younger brother."
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The banquet had ended, and Prince Yang Zhao's carriage drove out of the gate, escorted by more than a hundred guards, and sped towards the East Palace. Two small candles were lit in the carriage, making the carriage very bright. Yang Zhao's fat body
Leaning against the soft wall of the car, his face could not hide the joy in his heart. From the different attitudes of his father towards him and King Qi today, he knew in his heart that his father would never change his crown prince again in the short term.
position, for which he was filled with gratitude to Wang Junlin.
"Jun Lin, being praised by my father today is all due to your contribution. I will keep it in my heart."
Wang Junlin was sitting opposite him. He was originally going to meet the Goguryeo envoy Yuan Taizuo and his son Yuan Gaisuwen who were already locked up in the prison of Lan Yiwei Mansion. Unexpectedly, Yang Zhao insisted on pulling him into the car.
If he had something to say to him, he had no choice but to get on the prince's carriage.
"Is Your Highness so sure that the position of the East Palace is secure? What if the Holy One forgives King Qi in the end?" Wang Junlin couldn't help but remind him.
Yang Zhao narrowed his eyes and laughed, shook his head and said: "Of course my father will forgive King Qi sooner or later, but as long as I don't make mistakes, my father will never deprive me of my position as the crown prince. My father will never consider establishing a simple-minded person."
, is narrow-minded, lies continuously, and even dares to hire assassins to kill the son of an important minister in front of the father as the prince. I know it very well, so he has been defeated."
Wang Junlin nodded, what Yang Zhao said made sense, and he said with a complicated expression: "Congratulations to Your Highness! But I think His Highness's crisis is not Yang Jian, but his own body. As long as His Highness's health is fine, no one can threaten him."
To the position of Crown Prince, Your Highness."
"Yeah! You're right. I want to have a good sleep tonight and start sword practice tomorrow morning. From now on, I have to control my appetite and work hard to lose weight."
At this time, the carriage suddenly stopped, and the guard reported outside the carriage, "Your Highness, please wait a moment. A tree has fallen down in front of you, blocking the way. Let's move it away."
Wang Junlin was startled for a moment, his eyes flashed, and he said warily: "Your Highness, it's not windy or raining today, so how could a tree fall down?"
"It may have been hit by another carriage. It happened to the west of the East Palace three days ago. There was also a big tree that fell down on the street behind the East Palace the day before yesterday."
Yang Zhao suddenly frowned, remembering an unfavorable legend, "But... encountering a fallen tree while driving is not an auspicious sign. What disadvantages will it bring to me?"
He raised his head and stretched out the car window to check. At this moment, Wang Junlin suddenly heard a "boom!" sound from the distance. It was the sound of a bowstring. Wang Junlin was shocked. He almost instinctively pushed Yang Zhao away.
The moment Yang Zhao was pushed away, an arrow whizzed through the car window, grazed Yang Zhao's fat face, and was nailed to the opposite car wall. The arrow flashed with a green luster, and it was actually an arrow.
Poison arrows.
"There's an assassin!"
Wang Junlin reacted very quickly. He shouted, blew out the candles, and pressed Yang Zhao face down on the floor, "Your Highness, please don't move!"
He pulled out the Dragon Bird Sword from his waist, jumped out of the window, and knocked away a guard outside the car window. He heard the sound of the second arrow being shot. Without thinking, he stretched out his arm and swung the knife, and shot the upper end.
The incoming arrow cut him in two, then landed and rolled on the ground.
What happened at this moment was just like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling. The guards had just responded. They surrounded the carriage together and raised their shields high.
Wang Junlin jumped up again and jumped on the roof of the car. He already knew where the loophole was. There were guards holding shields outside the car window. Because Yang Zhao stretched his head to look at the tree, the guards made a little way. The first cold arrow came from
This was shot through the crack in the man's body, while the second arrow was shot from above. The assassin knew that Yang Zhao would definitely lie on the floor after the first arrow, so the second arrow tried to shoot through the car's wall panel.
Take the floor, these are two assassins with superb archery skills.
Wang Junlin had already seen it. A burly black figure jumped up on the tree next to the square wall and jumped into the market square next to it. Thirty steps away was a three-story restaurant with a roof.
Another dark figure squatted.
And almost at the same time as the second arrow was shot, someone suddenly heard shouting: "How can a fat pig-like person be worthy of being a prince? He will accept his fate!"
Before the voice fell, a man suddenly jumped out from the tree, holding a sharp sword and threw himself into the group of guards. This man was only about seven feet tall, with slender arms, and the joints all over his body seemed to be loosened. He looked very strange. In his hand.
It was a narrow sword three feet long and only one finger wide. The sword was like autumn water, spitting out cold light. After rushing into the group of guards, without saying a word, he stepped into the air and stabbed two guards under the horse.
And almost at the moment when this person made a move, dozens more figures emerged from the shadows of the two rows of trees nearby, all of them masked with black cloth and wearing soft armor.
The one who took the lead was extremely ruthless in his moves.
Four or five guards tried to stop him, but with the flash of his sword, one of them died.