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Luo Zhaoyun rode his horse and galloped wildly, his blood was churning, he had been in the capital for a year, and he had not fought so happily for a long time.

He has strong qi and blood, strong killing intent, long physical strength, and a very strong masculine aura.

Even, Luo Zhaoyun felt that his accumulation and penance in the past year had finally been tempered by actual combat, and his strength had increased a lot, and he could break through to the level of transformation at any time.

At that time, he will be able to truly become a member of the Great Sui military and a fierce general of the three armies.

More than ten rode in the valley of the riverbed, rushed out of more than two miles, at this time above the valley on the front, there were black-clothed warriors appeared, one after another black shadows, like ghosts, whistling and whistling, making people feel Nanning, they from the cliff, pulling the rope, wandering down, faster than the galloping horse, that is the superposition of free fall and inertia.

Luo Zhaoyun put the spear across the horse, picked up the bow with one hand, grabbed the arrow with the other, and quickly pulled the bow to wind, it turned out to be three arrows on the string at the same time, while riding the horse, while aiming at the black-clothed warrior who rushed in the air.

Whoosh!

The three arrows fired in unison, piercing the air and letting out a scream.

In the black shadows above, two people couldn't dodge, they were pierced through their bodies, fell down, and their brains burst open.

Luo Zhaoyun shot quickly and continuously, until the black-clothed warrior approached, he had already sent out four strings, shooting eight or nine people, and everyone around him cheered loudly, even in the dilemma of life and death, he was still admired by his superb archery skills.

Of course, Yang Caiyu also saw it, because at this time she had already grown bold and experienced blood. The most able to make people mature and grow, he used to be an innocent little county lord, but he saw the dead corpse and saw the cruel fight. The shadow of the sword, the spray of blood, the threat of death, so many things, made her suddenly. The mind is mature and steady.

She is still holding Luo Zhaoyun tightly at the moment, for some reason, her face is a little red, it is not covered, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes seem to have an indescribable charm of her daughter's home.

Girl's feelings are always poetry, although she is only eleven years old, but she also has more or less the idea of a girl, especially in ancient times, talking about marriage is very early. The social atmosphere is exposed to the ears and eyes, so girls are prone to precociousness.

Her mother, Xiao Meiniang, married Yang Guang at the age of thirteen, and had already given birth to a child at the age of fifteen.

At this time, Yang Caiyu inevitably thought of some private matters, if he chooses a husband in the future, can he choose such a brave hero?

She thought about it for a while, there should be many young generals in the military. But they are all pure martial artists, and she has always been disliked by her, because she is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she was trained by Concubine Xiao according to her talents. Whether it is Yang Caihuan, the county lord of Nanyang, or Yang Caiyu, the lord of the small county, they are all good at writing and poetry, and their talents are very high, and they can't help but have a little bit of the idea of emphasizing literature and ignoring martial arts.

Before the age of ten, Yang Caiyu felt that military attachés only knew how to fight, kill, and kill. has no cultural literacy, but last year I heard that a young man in the frontier, starting as a soldier, has repeatedly made military exploits, was promoted to lieutenant without exception, and made a famous sentence, which immediately broke her pride, which is also the reason why she didn't understand it at the beginning, and even didn't want to accept it, and she still had a slight hostility towards Luo Zhaoyun.

At this moment, her thoughts have changed, and she firmly believes in her heart that men can be the most attractive in literature and martial arts, if she chooses a husband in the future, she must be like Luo Zhaoyun, a civil and military all-rounder, who can not only write masterpieces that have been circulated, but also carry a gun to the battlefield, brave and invincible, and heroic.

"Attention, sit tight!" Luo Zhaoyun suddenly shouted, interrupting the little county lord's whimsical and girlish feelings, and then there was a fierce sound of weapons hitting in his ears.

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In Renshou Palace, Yuan Yan and Liu Shu led people into Yongguang Gate, which is already the top of Tiantai Mountain, and the surrounding pavilions are the places where the emperor and the harem concubines live, which is equivalent to the palace of Chang'an City, regardless of the prince, ministers, etc., are not allowed to trespass.

From Yongguang Gate to the top of the mountain, you have to pass through the triple hall group, one is higher than the other, standing in the Renju Hall, you can look down on all the temples below, this is a feeling of being high, a symbol of imperial power.

After Yuan Yan and Liu Shu arranged for the garrison of Yongguang Gate, Yuan Xiong and Situ Hao were responsible for guarding the palace gate, and no one was allowed to enter, including ministers, princes and princes.

Liu and Yuan, leading some guards and escorting a man in a cloak, walked up the stairs all the way, passing through the two-room wide eaves corridor on the side of the Renshou Palace, and came to the courtyard in front of Yang Jian's dormitory Dabao Palace.

The big treasure hall is the structure of the word 'same', the big palace outside is set with the small palace inside, the eaves of the hall are supported by twenty-four pillars, five rooms are wide, and two are deep barrier pavilions.

The green pines stand upright, the sycamores are dotted, the flower beds are full of fragrance, the starlight is sprinkled, and the night of the palace garden is beautiful.

However, Yuan Yan, Liu Shu and others had no intention of appreciating it, leaving dozens of armor soldiers to replace the guards outside the hall, and then took a deep breath and glanced at each other, knowing in their hearts that victory or defeat was in one fell swoop, and the lives of the family and the future of the future were all gambled, and there was no room for maneuver.

"Let's go, let's get in!" Yuan Yan has been waiting for this moment for too long, or rather, the entire Yuan Valve has been waiting for this moment.

The two of them walked up the stone steps, their faces had sunk, and with a murderous intent, they were already ready for all kinds of preparations.

There were some eunuchs and palace maids standing on the threshold, all of whom bent over and didn't dare to raise their heads, they had been doing things in the palace for a long time, they were not completely confused, and they knew from the posture of the warriors in the courtyard that something big was going to happen.

"Squeak-"

The door of the hall was opened, and Liu Shu, Yuan Yan, Yang Yong, and six guards followed, and entered the hall.

The inside of the hall is very wide, a lot of gilded lampposts are placed in each corner, a lot of candles are lit on it, so that the lights in the hall are like day, gorgeous carpets, colored silk curtains, pearlescent treasures exude a lustrous light, potted flowers of various colors, bright Turui, that one by one slender, young and beautiful palace maids, is more attractive to people's eyes.

Yuan Yan and Liu Shu just glanced at it, and didn't look at it much, because they were nervous in their hearts, how could they still have the leisure to look at the scenery and palace slaves of those side branches.

They didn't let people report at all, and while walking inward, they shouted directly: "In accordance with Your Majesty's holy decree, the criminal Yang Yong has been recalled to meet Your Majesty." At the same time, he strode towards Neixuan, and inside was where Emperor Wen and several concubines were.

The half-kneeling concubines and wives inside were all harvesting Yang Jian's illness, waiting for Shouxiao to cry and mourn, at this time, when they heard Yang Yong's name, their bodies couldn't help but tremble, and they wondered in their hearts: Why did he come?

"Father, the son is late." The fake Yang Yong had already untied his cloak, was wearing an ordinary shirt, shouted excitedly, bypassed the screen wall, walked quickly into the inner xuan, and then knelt down, walked with his knees, and knelt in front of the bed.

After Liu Shu and the others came in, their eyes swept to the concubines, eunuchs, and palace maids in the house, and their eyes made casual contact with Chen Hui'er, who seemed to know it and was not much surprised.

"Yong'er, Yong... Yong ...... "Yang Jian, who was originally unconscious, heard Yang Yong's voice and really woke up.

Although Yang Jian is the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, he is also a father after all, especially when the deadline is approaching, he is actually a little worried about Yang Yong's disposal and future fate in his heart.

Of his sons, one was disabled, one died, and one was abolished, leaving only Yang Guang and Yang Liangshang to remain rich and noble.

Before he died, Yang Jian saw his eldest son, and he was still very excited, he was not now with the mentality of the king of a country, but an old man, seeing the emotion of his eldest son, he leaned back to sit up, Chen Huier and Cai Guiren stepped forward to help Yang Jian's body.

"Sin son Yang Yong, meet my father, may my father be healthy, recover soon, and die without regrets......" Fake Yang Yong fell to the ground with his hands, kept kowtowing, crying bitterly, his feelings were sincere, whether it was his voice or appearance, it was really similar, and it suddenly touched the soft spot of being a father in Yang Jian's heart, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Yang Yong, and said lightly: "Get up, my son... Not guilty......"

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