Wang Jingzhi sighed silently, and the inner eunuch outside the hall strode into the door with his head held high, and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty's instructions: Fan Gongming is concerned about the safety of the society, and I am very relieved. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoFrom today, Fan Gongming stands on the city wall, and looks at the situation of Jinling every day. ”

After such a cynical announcement of unknown meaning, Fan Ming followed the supervised inner supervisor out of the court.

As for the matter of Qianyan, Sima An postponed the beheading period of Yu Fumu, sent a temporary peace letter, and set to return Yu Fumu to the river after the next year.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Sima An listened to Wang Jingzhi's advice and made a delaying strategy, but Qianyan still agreed.

The time entered the early winter, and the snow fell in Jinling City as soft as catkins.

Truckloads of supplies were sent to the front from Jinling and the surrounding counties and counties.

An eight-foot-tall man led more than 20 guards to quietly follow the carriages and horses escorting military supplies.

On the same day, Yang Yu received an invitation from Huan Qilang, asking her to go boating on the river to enjoy the snow.

Yang Yu went out without hesitation and was on time by the river.

There is very little snow in the south, and even if it does, it is not as sweeping as in the north. The falling snow is like the singing on both sides of the Huai River, soft, light, tactful, and leisurely.

Snowflakes fall on your shoulders like petals. Falling in the river water, it dissipated.

"Come on!" A shout came from behind him, and in an instant, several seven-foot strong men rode over.

Yang Yu turned around slowly, looked at them with a smile, and said leisurely: "It's a pity that my life is too hard, you can't take it." She is clearly a young sister-in-law, the smile on her face is so bright, and her voice is even clearer and softer, which makes people's hearts tremble, however, those people saw the coldness in her smile.

They hesitated slightly, and out of nowhere, dozens of swordsmen in short clothes poured out, Yang Yu tilted his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Goodbye in the underworld." She turned to look at the chopping river, as if the fierce fight behind her did not exist at all, and the neighing of horses and the sound of swords entering flesh in her ears were all hallucinations.

"Princess Ting, the assassins are all ambushed. ”

An unfamiliar voice sounded behind him.

Yang Xiu walked out from the side: "Sister." There was hesitation in his tone.

Yang Yu smiled and said, "Stab." She had a faint smile on her face and a calm tone.

The man looked at Yang Xiu hesitantly, Yang Xiu frowned and nodded.

The long sword cut through the blue cloak wrapped around Yang Yu's body, pierced into the flesh, and the blood, in an instant, sprinkled on the white snow, but the pain was less than a little bit in her heart.

"Sister! Yang Xiu held Yang Yu's body, and I don't know who it was, supporting her body that was about to fall.

"Princess Qinxian Pavilion is assassinated!" ”

"Princess Qinxian Pavilion is assassinated!" ”

"Princess Qinxian Pavilion is assassinated!" ”

The voice in his ears gradually moved away, and Yang Yu slowly closed his eyes.

Wang Jingzhi, you and I are strangers in this life.

The news of Yang Yu's assassination and imminent danger spread throughout the palace and outside the palace like wildfire under the deliberate publicity of the Yang family.

Hearing the news that Yang Yu's life was in danger, Sima An was shocked.

All the people he sent were top masters, but they died under Yang Yu's sword?

He was surprised for a moment, and said in a muffled voice: "Go and check if the wounds of the deceased match Yang Yu's short sword, and send all the imperial doctors in the palace!" Go! ”

In the end, it was almost a roar.

"Yes. Li Shi turned around and went out to arrange.

Sima An was calm, and his chest shook, this girl was so brave?

He doesn't believe it, he definitely doesn't believe it!

"Squeak--" The door of the temple opened again, and Li Shi went and returned.

I saw Li Shi's pale face and said with a faint excitement: "I don't know when a few fake cotton clothes stuffed with catkins were hung on the city gate, and the ground was sprinkled with blackened old grain. The servant office received an anonymous letter, raising Huan Gongliang to fill his own pockets and deduct military salaries! ”

"Good! ”

The muscles on Sima An's face trembled, and his eyes couldn't help but spin.

He lowered his head and wrote something, handed it to Li Shidao: "Go, immediately send someone to recover the military salary!" I have sealed the Huan Mansion! Huan Liang is temporarily detained in the house, waiting for the criminal division and the servant shooting department to be tried! Sima couldn't stop gasping, the excitement on his face overflowing.

He was handing out the edict, but he was stunned. Li Shi was used to Sima An's stunned look, and he didn't speak, just stood there quietly.

Who is it?

Who saved Yang Yu?

Who lifted Huan Gongliang?

Although, the process was not what he imagined, but the result fits. But how to provoke a fight between the three families?

"Yang Yu seems to have a brother? Sima An asked with a smile.

Li Shi nodded and said, "I only arrived in Jinling not long ago, and I heard that he was an introductory disciple of Taifu Kong. ”

"Confucius Lao's introductory disciple? That's going to be a good one. Hongnong Yang, this generation, is endlessly talented? Sima An suddenly smiled, withdrew his half-floating arm, and added a few more words to the edict.

The Yangyu clan in the Spring and Autumn Period was the ancestor of the Hongnong Yang family and was the first family with the surname Yang in the world.

At the end of the Spring and Autumn Period, the war was constantly divided, and this century-old family of scholars was constantly fighting and dividing inside, until now, it has almost gradually disappeared.

In Yang Daoyu's generation, because he was the son of a concubine, he was married to the daughter of a poor family early and rushed to Liaocheng. When he died on the battlefield, he only became a five-grade tiger benzhonglang for less than two years.

The edict said: Yang's Axiu, talented and knowledgeable, erudite and wise, gave the title of Sima of the Seven Rank Rong Barbarian Mansion, and admired this.

The edict said: Huan Gongliang is suspected of embezzlement of ink, and from today, he will be dismissed and investigated. It was handed over to Wang Chong, the servant shooting Shangshu, Liao Mo, and the servant shooting chief Shi Xie Xuan to assist Qin this.

The imperial physician arrived at Yang's Mansion in one step ahead of the Holy Decree, and Yang Yu's wound had been treated and bandaged by the healer.

"Yang Jialangjun, the old man is here at the behest of His Majesty, what do you mean by insisting on not letting me wait to check the wound?" The one-year-old imperial doctor said with a cold face.

Yang Xiu snorted coldly and said: "Sister's injury has been controlled, and now she is unconscious, Your Majesty's good intentions, I understand it on behalf of Sister A, please go back." ”

Originally, I saw Yang Xiu's young age, but I didn't expect that it was a difficult person to get along with.

The servants of the Yang Mansion were holding sticks in their hands, standing behind Yang Xiu, all of them glaring angrily, as if they were about to do something if they didn't agree.

The imperial doctor said: "Lang Jun don't be angry, Princess Ting's injury is critical, where is the most brilliant doctor in the world if he is not in the palace?" ”

Yang Xiu frowned, looking at the window on the second floor, Sister Ah was right.

This injury cannot be faked or merciful.

"Go ahead. He said coldly and led the way into the house.

The imperial doctor smiled and followed Yang Xiu into the door.

Yang Yu was lying behind the curtain, dressed in snow-white clothes, his face was pale, and there were bloody clothes and replaced silk cloths piled on the floor on one side, and the room was smoky with a light fragrance, but he could still smell the smell of blood.

The last basin of blood was taken out by the maidservant, and Qi Yan knelt on the edge of Yang Yu's sleeping couch, with a pair of smart eyes, looking at Yang Yu blankly. (To be continued.) )