The appearance of the visitor is similar to Yang Jian, but the figure is very tall, and the similarity with the soul can be vaguely seen.

The old man died on the battlefield in World War II, the fourth child unfortunately died, and the soul is the fifth, this person calls himself a younger brother, and he thinks it should be the third!

"San Lang is here, sit!"

Yang Jian waved lukewarmly to the guards, and there was suddenly an extra stool on the table.

At this time, Yang Shuang discovered the strangeness.

The pavilion where several people are located is not small, and the stone table is even larger, but there are only three stone benches that match it!

And, looking at some traces of movement on the ground, it seems that he has deliberately done his hands and feet.

Interesting!

Your Majesty the Emperor, what do you want to show?

Not in the same boat?

Or is this person different?

Yang Shuang doesn't know this person, it doesn't mean that Changsun Sheng doesn't know him.

"Contemptible eldest Sun Sheng, I have seen His Royal Highness King Teng!"

"I have heard the prestige of the eldest grandson for a long time, and when I see it today, it is really extraordinary, and I am fortunate to meet it!"

King Teng said, looking at Yang Shuang, "Contemptible Yang Zhan, I've seen the Metropolitan Governor!" ”

How humble!

Yang Shuang grinned, didn't stand up, and pointed to the stool, "Sit!" ”

A few people were not surprised that the Metropolitan Governor occasionally spit out a few Chinese, after all, his subordinates were all Han Chinese.

Teng King Yang Zan bowed his hand politely, and only then did he lift the stool next to Changsun Sheng and sit next to Yang Jian.

Yang Shuang's eyes narrowed, it was even more interesting, and he noticed that the emperor was staring at him intently, he picked up the cup in front of him, and drank it all after signaling.

Then stand up, croak, go.

In order to prevent Changsun Sheng from engaging in moths again, he had to add a Chinese sentence at the end.

"Back to the Holy Lord, the Metropolitan Governor is seriously injured, it's time to go back and change the dressing!"

Yang Jian seemed a little surprised, but when he saw that Yang Shuang was standing up and preparing to leave, he had to nod, "Yichen, take the guards and send the Metropolitan Governor back to the camp!" ”

"Yes, Holy Lord!"

……

Out of Daxing Palace, Yang Shuang exhaled heavily, looked back, and suddenly felt that this majestic palace was like a bloodless beast in the afterglow of the sunset, hideous and terrifying.

Sure enough, once you enter the palace, it is as deep as the sea!

"Goose King, what do you think?"

"It's hard to say! In the past, when the Holy God was in trouble, in order to avoid being implicated, he did assassinate the Holy God. After the Sui Dynasty, the saint was not guilty of the past, and he lived in seclusion and no longer participated in any court affairs. It stands to reason that there should be no reason to assassinate the eldest brother, and don't forget that you are his half-brother. ”

"I'm not afraid of a real villain, I'm afraid of a hypocrite, this person has that tenacity, don't look away! Besides, even his own brother dared to assassinate him before, let alone others. "Yang Shuang didn't want to get involved in the royal trouble, otherwise he wouldn't have left immediately.

In his heart, as long as he is strong, no matter what conspiracies and tricks he has, they will all be smashed under his feet!

Of course, if he has to play conspiracy, he won't be instigated, he has watched too many movies, what tricks can't be used?

"Yichen!"

"Here, what does the Metropolitan Governor command?" Yang Yichen, who was following behind with the guards, hurriedly stepped forward.

"The Metropolitan Governor wants to ask you, is that King Teng the mastermind who assassinated him just now?"

Yang Yichen was slightly stunned, and shuddered violently, Nima, what about me? Shaking his head busily, "I don't know." ”

"The Metropolitan Governor said that not knowing does not mean that it is not, but that it is acquiescing."

“⊙.⊙？” Yang Yichen was confused, what kind of trouble is this?

Back at the camp, everything was prepared by Lord Youfufeng, one of the three assistants of the Beijing official, and the five hundred sword and shield soldiers were divided into two teams, one team rested and the other team patrolled.

Yang Shuang didn't see the four little ladies again, and he didn't want to see them again, his goal was the little jasper, not the little widows one after another.

Well, even if it is possible to have a marriage contract with the general, it is also called a little widow.

On the second day, Yang Shuang did not need to go to court, so he asked Changsun Sheng to resign for him.

After being idle for so many days, he really wanted to move his muscles and bones, mainly because before coming to the Central Plains, all the 5,000 soldiers and souls obtained in the Western Regions War were consumed on the big construction.

Some were exchanged for passes, some for houses, as well as stables, farmland, mills, engineering equipment, and so on.

Now the upper limit of the number of troops has reached 10,000, but there are only 2,000 who have fused the soul of the soldiers, and the vacancy of 8,000 is really huge.

However, in the afternoon, Yang Jian summoned him into the palace again, this time not in the pavilion, but in the East Palace Prince's Mansion.

The emperor, the crown prince, and Yang Shuang, the three of them had a dinner, and near the end, they invited Yu Qingze, Yang Xiong and others to continue eating, which made someone's mind a little dizzy.

What's the mystery?

On the third day, Changsun Sheng had not yet submitted his resignation, and at noon Yang Shuang was summoned again, this time in the Jin Palace, which was only next to the East Palace.

The emperor, Yang Guang, Yang Shuang, the three of them had an afternoon meal, and near the end, they invited Yu Wenshu, Yang Su and others to continue eating, and someone was completely messy.

On the fourth day, Yang Shuang really didn't want to eat, but unfortunately, he still came to the palace, this time there were more people!

The three little princes, the prince and the king of Jin, who had dinner together a few days ago, have become a commonplace.

If this is the case, there will be a small banquet on three days, and a large banquet on the fifth day.

For more than half a month, Yang Shuang has seen almost everyone in the palace, including the ill-intentioned Yang Lihua, and the stubborn and cute Yang Awu.

But he never understood, why did Yang Jian do this?

Could it be that you have been recognized?

Changsun Sheng stroked his beard and smiled, saying: The emperor's grace is vast!

Yang Shuang wanted to slap him a few times, but he was reluctant, for fear of being stupid.

As March approaches, the weather is getting warmer.

On this day, a notice suddenly came out of Daxing Palace.

Almanac cloud: fifteen days after the vernal equinox, dou finger B, for Qingming, when everything is clean and clear, when the cover is clear and clear, everything is visible, hence the name.

In the third year of the emperor's calendar, February 25th: cold food, Shangsi, two festivals in one, for the fake! Each government has a three-day holiday according to the calendar.

Obviously, the people of the Central Plains, who put filial piety first, will take tomb sweeping more seriously than the Spring Festival.

Moreover, those nobles who have been holding back for a winter also urgently need to form a group to cultivate their sentiments in the wild.

Yes, Yang Shuang, who took off the bandage camouflage, was shirtless early in the morning, rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes, and ran to the Weishui River to pee, but he was shocked before he took out his things.

The carriage in the distance is galloping, and the figures are building nearby, all of them are ghosts crying wolves, and the voices are all over the field.

This scene, for a person who has just woken up, is really a bit scary.

However, seeing the dragon flag waving and going to the imperial tomb, Yang Shuang finally understood why Yang Jian asked where his ancestor was a few days ago.

Qingming Festival is here!

At this time, Qingming is still a solar term, representing spring plowing and spring planting.

The Cold Food Festival is to commemorate the loyalty of Jie Zitui in the Spring and Autumn Jin Kingdom, and it is related to ancestor worship.

As for the Shangsi Festival, the Central Plains region has since ancient times there are two dragons in February to raise their heads, and the saying that Xuanyuan was born on March three is to commemorate the birth of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor. After the Wei and Jin dynasties, it evolved into a festival of drinking and feasting by the water and visiting spring in the suburbs.

For the people of the Central Plains, who are the first and the last to be the greatest, this festival is not unimportant, even more than the Spring Festival.

The former worships the ancestors, and the latter asks for a spouse!

Yang Shuang smiled, tightened his belt and prepared to go back to the camp to sleep again, thinking in his heart that after the festival, he would almost have to leave.

But when he turned around, he saw that the car with the dragon flag was overturned in an instant, and on the official road on the other side of the Weishui River, countless strong men in armor flocked to the few guards!

"Kill !!"

Yang Shuang coldly snorted, numb, there are people who rebel!