"Traitor!!"

After Yang Yangzheng saw the person who entered the room, his eyes were split, he was angry, and scolded sharply.

Jia Cong's face was indifferent, after he first made a big salute with Song Yan, he stepped forward step by step, took a chair from the side, put it on Song Yan's right side, and then sat down.

This unhurried move made Yang Yangzheng's hands and feet cold, and his eyes were like knives.

It also made Song Yan's face more and more complicated, he looked at Jia Cong, and asked softly, "Qingchen, do you know all this?" ”

Jia Cong looked at Song Yan, shook his head first, then nodded, and said, "I didn't know before, but I haven't confirmed it now." I have been to King Wu's Mansion twice, and King Wu has seen me without saying anything. It's just that...... I guessed something from Ye Qing. This kind of thing depends on speculation, and it is impossible to do it accurately. ”

"Traitor, you still dare to be sophistry!"

Yang Yangzheng, who used to admire Jia Cong, hated him to the bone at this moment, like an enemy of life and death, and hated to kill him immediately.

Jia Cong didn't hear it, he looked at Song Yan and smiled bitterly: "It's too unbelievable, maybe Mr. will teach me?" ”

Seeing Jia Cong begging for advice like the thin and pitiful child who was constantly striving for self-improvement and devout in school, Song Yan's eyes were slightly moist.

Theoretically, the Son of Heaven is the father of the monarch, and the usurper is a thief, what else can be said?

But......

Song Yan looked at Jia Cong, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Qingchen, how sure are you?" ”

When Jia Cong heard this, he was silent, Yang Yangzheng was still cursing loudly, and Song Yan looked at him with complicated eyes.

If it is as Yang Yangzheng said, then ......

It's all terrible.

Too many people have died, and many more will die.

In the past 20 years, the imperial court has been in turmoil, but together, there will be no more intense turmoil this time.

It's not that simple......

After Jia Cong pondered for a long time, Fang said slowly: "Yes, there is a sixty percent possibility." ”

When Song Yan heard this, his complexion changed suddenly, he closed his eyes, and sighed deeply.

He understands that his disciple has a possibility of six or seven percent from his mouth, so it is definitely not just six or seven......

Creation makes people!

How did it get to this point......

Song Yan first said to Yang Yangzheng: "Boya, don't scold first, scolding won't solve the problem." Let's take a look at it......"

Yang Yangzheng's residual strength to return to the light was almost exhausted, and seeing Song Yan is attitude again, he panicked, and then remembered that he wanted to call the children of the Yang family loudly to ask for the future.

However, before he could speak, he heard Jia Cong say lightly: "It's better to keep quiet about Yang Zhenggong, I know that you are not afraid of life and death, you are going to die, but the rest of the Yang family is innocent." ”

When Yang Yangzheng heard this, he was furious, but he no longer scolded Jia Cong, but looked at Song Yan and said sharply: "Song Changong, look at the heart of this thief!" ”

But his "loud" voice has become weaker and weaker......

Jia Cong explained to Song Yan: "Sir, the disciple respects the loyalty and toughness of the righteous father. However, this is not a reason for him to make a big deal and cause my Jia family to be beheaded. ”

"The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die! Traitors and thieves deserve to die! ”

Yang Yangzheng was paralyzed on the bed, unable to even move his hands, still scolding Jia Cong.

The corners of Jia Cong's mouth curled up with a touch of sarcasm, and he said lightly: "If it is really according to Yang Zhenggong's guess, if it wasn't for the thief's trick at the beginning, then the person sitting in that position at this moment is not Jun." It can't be that someone else conspires and tricks to usurp the throne, causing the established fact that he is the king, and the person who should be on the throne has become a thief, right? ”

Yang Yangzheng was gasping for breath, while Song Yan's face changed, looking at Jia Cong, a little unexpected.

At this moment, Jia Cong even lost his most fundamental respect and loyalty to Emperor Chongkang.

"Qingchen, you really want to ......"

Jia Cong shook his head and said: "Sir, it has never been a disciple who wants anything, a disciple has no ambitions, he just wants to live, stand up straight, and live with dignity." The disciple never took the initiative to harm anyone, but was forced to fight back. Disciple, have a clear conscience. ”

Song Yan was silent for a while, Yang Yangzheng even had a little difficulty with the sound of "lotus", and pointed at Song Yan, but Song Yan didn't seem to see it.

At this point, what can he do......

Jia Cong didn't want him to make things difficult, and said softly: "Sir, the Son of Heaven has less than two months left. ”

Hearing this, Song Yan's body was shocked, his complexion changed again, and even Yang Yangzheng, who was lying on the sickbed, calmed down suddenly, as if he had died.

Two months, apparently not enough for the concubine to give birth to the dragon species.

When Yang Yangzheng first learned about this, the dead air pressure on his whole body couldn't be suppressed.

However, the pair of masters and apprentices on the side of the bed did not take a look.

Jia Cong was indifferent, while Song Yan ...... At his level, in terms of his mind, life and death are no longer a matter of great horror......

Song Yan asked slowly: "In this way, over there, there will be no usurpation?" ”

What is usurpation? Killing and taking is called usurpation.

Jia Cong nodded and said, "Probably not, and they don't want the entire dynasty to be in chaos." ”

Hearing this, Song Yan sighed, looked at Jia Cong and asked, "What is the body of the Martial King?" ”

Jia Cong shook his head and said, "It's also run out of oil, but it's just dry." ”

Song Yan's eyes became more and more complicated, and he boiled up, boiling a word, saying the pain of being damned but not being able to die.

For whom is this pain for......

He looked at Jia Cong and said earnestly: "This road is extremely difficult, extremely heavy, and extremely dangerous." ”

Jia Cong smiled bitterly and said, "Don't hide it, sir, the disciple even found a way back before, and wanted to take his family south to the sea. But now, if the disciple takes a step back, the person who pursues and kills the disciple will be like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and he will never die. The disciple doesn't want to die, he just wants to live with his relatives, and on the road to survival, whoever I am will kill. ”

Before Song Yan could speak, Yang Yangzheng, who had thought that he was angry, suddenly scolded again: "Traitor!" ”

Song Yan paused and asked, "In the future, how will Chao Gang be?" ”

Jia Cong said without hesitation: "The new law is the foundation of national fortunes, which cannot be shaken, and will only deepen. ”

Song Yan was quite surprised, looked at Jia Cong and said, "Really? You must understand that if you abolish the new law, then all the previous deeds and notoriety will be dissolved, and the sons of heaven and scholars will return to their hearts, and the nobles of the clan will also return to their hearts. ”

"Old thief!"

Yang Yangzheng let out another angry scolding, obviously leaving Song Yan.

However, the master and apprentice didn't care either......

Jia Cong shook his head and said: "The backward system will definitely be replaced by the advanced and enlightened system, this is the general trend of history, those who go along with it will prosper, and those who go against it will perish." Therefore, if everything is as Yang Zhenggong guesses, then the new law will not waver, but will only deepen. But it's too early to say that......"

Jia Cong smiled bitterly and sighed lightly, looked at Song Yan, and said: "The disciple just wanted to be a scholar, but he made people by making people, step by step, and was put on top of Mount Tai. Take half a step back and you'll be shattered. Sir, the disciple is not ignorant of loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness, but ......"

As he spoke, he told Emperor Chongkang that he would be at ease in the future, and said: "Even if the disciple wants to be a loyal minister and filial son, he will not allow it, and he will definitely leave behind to kill me and punish me all over the house, so as to prevent my relatives from sitting big and endangering the imperial power." The disciple wants to live, but I don't know why the gentleman taught me? ”

Song Yanshen sighed and said heavily: "Actually, you are not a chaotic minister and thief, it is a dispute within the royal family to seize the heir. It's just that this battle is too tragic, and the time that has lasted is too long. ”

Jia Cong was silent, he had long heard that since ancient times, the succession of imperial power in the imperial family has always been inseparable from conspiracy, blood, killing, betrayal, and conspiracy, and the darkest things in the mortal world can happen in this process.

It was only when it actually happened that he realized how tragic and bloody the process was.

How many once unbeatable wealthy families have inadvertently disappeared.

In the chaos, who can be sure of how to stand in line......

Seeing Jia Cong's lonely expression, Song Yan was a little happy in his heart.

At least, his disciple is still kind-hearted to this day.

"Qingchen, remember, no matter what time it is, you must keep your heart. Don't let the lust for power obscure your eyes that could be looking up to the universe. Today, the fate of our master and apprentice is over. If the teacher doesn't know about this, then it will be easy to say that day. But today, he knows everything about his teacher, but he can no longer be a second minister. ”

In an instant, Song Yan seemed to be more than ten years old, and the spirit of the whole person also decayed.

When Jia Cong saw this, his eyes were hot, tears flowed down, and he knelt down and said, "The disciple understands, and the disciple understands the painstaking work of Mr. Since childhood, disciples have been able to get out of the cage because of the virtue of Mr. and Mr. Mu Min, and they can be educated and grow up safely, all thanks to the kindness of the master and the teacher. This kindness and virtue will never be forgotten by the disciples. I hope that Mr. will take care of his body, and never be hurt by the disciple's affairs, otherwise, the disciple's heart will be cut by the knife and the fire. ”

When Song Yan heard this, two tears also dripped from his old eyes, but with relief on his face, he slowly raised his head and shouted, "Idiot, get up." The most fortunate person in this life is the one who has a good apprentice like a Qing minister. ”

"Lotus...... Dutch ...... Belch...... Uh-uh......"

The master and apprentice disciples on the sickbed were deeply affectionate, but Yang Yangzheng, who was lying on the sickbed, used up his last breath and scolded the pair of masters and apprentices.

After Jia Cong got up, he glanced at Yang Yangzheng, who was completely out of breath, and listened to Song Yan say: "Boya, this person, has a strong and upright temperament, but it is inevitable that he is a little pedantic. The Son of Heaven is running out of time, and if he really changes to a young master in swaddling clothes, it will be an eventful time. The ministers of the auxiliary government will inevitably fight with each other, seize power and profit, and never die, and at that time, there will be no peace in the day, and the world will not be at peace. ”

Jia Cong nodded, agreeing with this.

Song Yan said: "Go and invite the Yang family to come in, and report the funeral in vain." Qingchen, the Son of Heaven will invite me to the palace for questioning in a while, and I will play, Boya is to ask me not to have the heart to revive the old party and maintain the new law. I didn't wait for Boya's burial, and when I left the palace, I boarded the ship and went south. Don't think of me. ”

"Sir!!"

Jia Cong's eyes were red again, and the old man in front of him gave him too much love.

However, Song Yan did not have a long relationship with children, and advised: "In the last period, you must be careful. There is no absolute secret in the world, and what Yang Boya can guess, others may not be able to guess. Remember, if you can avoid entering the palace, try to enter the palace as little as possible. Especially at the last minute......"

When Jia Cong heard this, his heart was awe-inspiring, looking at Song Yan's caring gaze, and nodded with red eyes.

turned around and went out, went to the front hall to call the children of the Yang family, and cried like thunder for a while.

And Yang De and the others saw Jia Cong's red eyes, obviously crying, and Song Yan was also full of emotion, and couldn't help but be moved in their hearts.

After a while, the palace attendants came outside Yang's mansion, and it was rumored that the great Sikong Song Yan and the champion Hou Jiacong entered the palace to see His Majesty.

Before leaving, Song Yan suddenly asked Yang De: "Boya can have a legacy, and the old man will send it to the palace together." ”

Yang De hurriedly said: "Yes, some time ago, when my father was still able to write, I wrote it and locked it in the study, and the younger generation went to get it." ”

Hearing this, Jia Cong and Song Yan looked at each other quietly, and before long, they saw Yang De take a wooden box with a square of white silk and hand it to Song Yan.

Song Yan didn't say anything more, and went out of the palace with Jia Cong and the two attendants, and with the support of Jia Cong and Song Hua, he got into the carriage and drove towards the imperial city.

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