Hou Quande perked up and said: "Back to Your Majesty, the slave maid is about to report this matter to Your Majesty, the rumors of the Yu family's "Longevity Heavenly Scripture" are true or false, the slave and maid have sent a large number of people to verify, and there is no definite news yet." But the slave and maid thought that such a thing would rather be believed than not. ”

"You're right." Yang Jian nodded, his eyes revealing a thick color of greed, nothing could compare to the temptation of life to an old man who was dying, not to mention that this old man was the emperor.

"Give Yu Zhongheng a decree, let him present the "Longevity Sutra" to me, if the Yu family dares to disobey the decree, I will cure him for the crime of bullying the king." Yang Jian said fiercely.

"Your Majesty, the Yu family has been getting closer to His Royal Highness the King of Han recently." Hou Quande hesitated slightly, but still reminded.

Yang Jian, who was slightly out of normal rationality because of the temptation of longevity, was stunned for a moment, and said with a cold snort: "Since they are supporters of Yu'er, then give them half a month, if they fail to present the "Longevity Heavenly Scripture" at home in half a month, I will be polite to them." ”

Although the Yu family is also a family of gate valves, and is one of the eight gate valves of Guanlong, but compared to the seven sects and five surnames and Hongnong Yang's giant valves, Yang Jian has too many scruples when treating the seven sects and five surnames and Yang Su, and naturally may force the other party to die and give birth to some chaos, but these chaos is still under control, not to mention that this time it is the Yu family who died by himself, this "Longevity Heavenly Scripture" can only be held by the emperor in his hands, and can dispel the covetousness of the people of the world to the greatest extent. Otherwise, whoever is replaced will be guilty of his guilt and the result of the destruction of his family.

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The news that Han Baohu, Yang Xuangan, and Zhao Shiguang were dismissed and driven out of the palace quickly spread throughout the capital, and Wang Junlin naturally got the news.

Wang Junlin thought that this was indeed the case, and at the same time, he was also shocked again by Yang Jian's indifference and ruthlessness, he didn't expect Yang Jian to be so ruthless, in order to achieve his goal, he said that he would be dismissed when he came to Dasui for only two years, but Han Baohu was different! The combat merits are not higher than Wang Junlin, but the qualifications are there, he is the oldest of the nine elders of the founding of the country, and he is also the one who has always been the most loyal to him Yang Jian.

Such a hero, no matter what he said wrong, he should not be humiliated so much!

Again, the Son of Heaven is ruthless, and the true dragon is indifferent and ruthless.

After a little hesitation, Wang Junlin asked people to prepare two carts of backer wine, went out, and went straight to Hanfu.

Han Baohu is his elder, and he has the grace to take care of him, and this kind of care does not have any element of interest, which is rare and valuable, not to mention that Han Ziliang is also kind to him, and the two have a good relationship.

With these two layers of relationship, Wang Junlin can't turn a blind eye, at least to enlighten it, so as not to make this stubborn veteran unable to figure it out.

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The Han Mansion is also on the main street opposite the main entrance of the palace, but the location is relatively remote, located in the southernmost end, 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 not that Han Baohu has the lowest qualification status among the founding heroes of the Great Sui, but because he is unwilling to fight for these things, this veteran he has some things that he insists on, such as this time he resolutely stood up against the emperor to build Changle Palace.

Wang Junlin rode a blood-maned horse to the gate of the Han Mansion, the gate was a little shabby, but as a prince of the country, there should still be pomp, and the angry Yang Jian finally left a hand, only dismissed Han Baohu's official, but did not cut off his title.

Two rows of curved geese stood at the door, and Wang Junlin had just walked to the open space in front of the door, when an old porter of the Han Mansion who was missing half an arm ran over on tiptoe to greet him.

"The lord said, according to His Majesty's will, I have thought about it behind closed doors, and I don't see any outsiders." The porter smiled kindly, but the rejection in his tone was unmistakable.

Although Wang Junlin only came to the Han Mansion once, he believed that with his reputation, this porter must remember him, and should also know his relationship with the Han family's father and son, but at this time he was denied entry, Wang Junlin was stunned for a moment, and said: "Old man, if you go to send a message to Uncle Han, just say it's me!" Said I brought him two carts of good wine. ”

The old porter glanced at the two carriages of wine behind Wang Junlin, hesitated, and ran in to report.

It didn't take long for the old porter to run back again, panting and saying, "Please let the Hou Ye enter the mansion......"

Bypassing the wall, as soon as he reached the cloister, Wang Junlin heard a gust of wind whistling.

Wang Junlin's face changed, and he suddenly felt bad, and walked a few steps further, but saw Han Baohu shirtless, stepping on the Nine Palaces, and dancing with a long knife in his hand, but his moves and footsteps were a little chaotic, and after a closer look, Han Baohu's face was flushed, and his body shook, obviously drunk.

Drunken dancing broadsword, it sounds quite an elegant word, but Wang Junlin knows that although the big knife in Han Baohu's hand is not as good as his dragon bird, it is also a famous treasure knife in the Great Sui, how sharp it is. What kind of power will this thing have in the hands of the old general, if it is held in the hands of the drunk old general, it will be extremely dangerous.

Looking at Han Baohu's surroundings again, the flowers and trees in the front yard were all swept away by machetes, leaving only scattered dead branches and leaves on the ground, not to mention people and animals near the front yard, not to mention a single fly, raised his eyes and looked again, many heads quietly emerged under the pillars outside the front hall of the Han Mansion, Han Baohu's eldest son Han Shijaw, as well as his wife, concubine, housekeeper, maid, everyone was afraid, looking at Han Baohu who was crazy in the yard from afar......

It turns out that even if the general is drunk, it is also a general, listening to the six roads, the ability to see the eight directions is still there, Wang Junlin just walked into this courtyard, Han Baohu did not look at this side, the big knife in his hand flew out, and flew over to Wang Junlin, Wang Junlin did not dare to slack off, although the old general was old, but the strength of the broken period was still there, he used a little force with both hands, and easily caught the big knife with skill, and then put it aside, took a few steps forward, saluted Han Baohu, and said: "Little nephew to meet Uncle Han." ”

At this time, Wang Junlin had already smelled a very strong smell of alcohol, obviously Han Baohu had drunk a lot of Sanle pulp, and from time to time a choking wine burp came out of his throat.

Han Baohu stared at him drunkenly, and his brick-like square face was like a red brick smashed head-on after drinking, which was very scary.

"I heard that you brought two more carts of good wine to the old man, but the backer wine named after Yang Lin's old horseman's title ......"

Wang Junlin looked at Han Baohu's drunken state, he really didn't want to take out the wine he brought, this old guy had already drunk Sanle pulp like this, if he drank the 'backer wine' he brought again, what if he drank it well, there was no way to wash his stomach in this era......