"Have you ever seen a saint?"

Yang Shouwen raised his mouth, looked at Yang Chenglie and asked.

Yang Chenglie showed a blank look very similar to Yang Shouwen, and nodded: "Yes, didn't I tell you?" ”

"Daddy!"

Yang Shouwen was a little angry and stood up.

"Since you've seen the saint, why don't you tell me, at least remind me of something."

"I told you, let you pretend to be crazy and stupid, be high-profile."

Yang Chenglie shrank his neck and said cowardly: "Besides, when I was a Fengchen guard, there is nothing unusual about seeing a saint. I've seen a saint, but I'm not sure, does the saint remember me? Moreover, I can guess what kind of temper the saint has. It's you, you won't come to Luoyang for so long, and you haven't entered the palace to see a saint. ”

"Uh......"

Yang Shouwen didn't know how to answer for a while.

When I think about it, I feel so frustrated.

When he first entered Luoyang, he thought that Wu Zetian would summon him soon, but he didn't expect to be left in Tongma Mo, so there was no news.

The total immortal meeting, he was a blockbuster.

At that time, he felt that Wu Zetian would definitely summon him, but he was still silent.

It's unpredictable, and it's true.

Yang Shouwen couldn't figure out what Wu Zetian was thinking, let alone test what kind of attitude she was having at the moment.

Yang Chenglie was just about to speak, when he suddenly heard a commotion outside.

A tall chamberlain walked in from outside, "Has Yang Wenxuan arrived?" ”

"Ah, that's him."

Yang Chengyeol could see clearly in the living room. Recognize the origin of the chamberlain. "It's that Gao Yanfu. How did he get here? ”

As he spoke, Yang Chenglie got up and led Yang Shouwen out of the living room.

"Grass farmer Yang Chenglie, meet Gaosi Palace."

The chamberlain is none other than Gao Yanfu, the palace supervisor of the Sigong Tai.

He looked Yang Chenglie up and down, and his gaze immediately passed over Yang Chenglie and fell on Yang Shouwen, who was following Yang Chenglie closely.

"Mr. Aoyuki is also there, that's just right. lest the slave and maid run again. ”

After speaking, his eyes immediately froze, and he said in a deep voice: "Our Lady God Emperor said: Yang Chenglie and Yang Shouwen father and son will immediately enter Shangyang Palace to see him, and there must be no mistake. ”

There is no Fengtian carriage, and there is no incense case, just a simple sentence.

Yang Shouwen and Yang Chenglie glanced at each other and said busily: "The grass people obey the order." ”

"Okay, go with the slave maid, the saint is waiting for you in the Guanfeng Temple, don't let the saint wait impatiently."

"This. The grass people are covered in dust, can you allow me to change my clothes? Isn't it disrespectful to offend the saints? ”

Gao Yanfu said with a smile: "When you enter the city with your front foot, the saint will get the gift."

The sage asked the slave to pass a word to Yang Fengchen: I haven't seen Yang Wenxuan for a long time, I don't know if Yang Daring was still there back then? ”

Yang Shouwen's eyes were sharp, staring at Yang Chenglie.

Is this what you said Wu Zetian doesn't know you?

Yang Chenglie was indeed excited, and said in a trembling voice: "There is the concern of the saint Lao, and Yang Daring is still there." ”

"Let's go, the saint will not blame you for these little things."

Yang Chenglie and Yang Shouwen glanced at each other, knowing that this time they couldn't hide.

The two fathers and sons didn't dare to slack off, and explained to the Yang family who came to inquire twice, and followed Gao Yanfu out of the mansion and got into a carriage.

The carriage was closed, and it was not clear what was going on outside.

However, Yang Shouwen can perceive that the car seems to use the shock absorption system he designed when he was in Xingyang. At least sitting in the car, it's not so bumpy, it's smooth and comfortable.

He looked at Yang Chenglie and said softly: "Father, I will see the saint later, what should I do?" ”

"Just follow me."

After Yang Chenglie finished speaking, he closed his mouth and said nothing.

The light in the carriage was a little dim, so that Yang Shouwen couldn't see Yang Chenglie's expression clearly at the moment.

But he could feel that at this moment, the flame in his heart that had been extinguished seemed to be rekindled.

Back then, he left Chang'an and moved to Junzhou with his wife and children, wanting to make a career.

Who would have thought that the battle at the foot of Wudang Mountain completely cut off his career path, and later had to flee to Changping.

Changping has been hidden for more than ten years, and my father has long lost the ambition of the year.

Even if he returned to Xingyang from Changping this time, he still wanted to be a rich man, and he never thought about returning to his official career. However, the words that Wu Zetian asked Gao Yanfu to pass on made Yang Chenglie have hope again. I just don't know, whether Wu Zetian really thinks of Yang Chenglie, and I don't know if Yang Chenglie's hope can be realized?

The official road is difficult, and there are too many twists and turns and dangers that are not clear and incomprehensible.

More importantly, what Yang Chenglie is about to face is the eternal empress who has almost been demonized by later generations. Yang Shouwen couldn't tell what mood he was in at the moment. Do you want your dad to be valued? Or continue to fade out of officialdom?

But Yang Shouwen knows that his father's current mood must be very complicated.

The wheels rolled, and the wheels crushed the ground, making a stubborn and stubborn soft sound. The vehicle had been driving for about an hour or so when it suddenly stopped.

Gao Yanfu said outside the car: "Yang Fengchen, Mr. Qingzhi, please get out of the car." ”

Yang Chenglie opened his eyes, looked at Yang Shouwen, and suddenly smiled: "Son, it seems that your current status is much higher than mine." ”

With that, he let out a long breath and lifted the curtain out of the carriage.

Yang Shouwen didn't dare to delay, followed Yang Chenglie out of the carriage, and saw a towering palace gate in front of him.

"Please wait here for Yang Fengchen and Mr. Qingzhi."

Gao Yanfu bowed slightly, said hello to the guards guarding the palace gate, and hurriedly walked into the Guanfeng Gate.

Yang Shouwen stood outside the wind gate, looking around.

Is this Shangyang Palace?

He was about to turn around, but was stopped by Yang Chenglie and said softly: "Son, be honest, don't move, this is Ouchi." ”

"Oh!"

Yang Shouwen hurriedly quieted down and stood behind Yang Chenglie's side with his hands down.

"Daddy, what do you mean when you say that the saint summoned us?"

"I know? Originally, I was living a very happy life in Shicheng Village, but God knows what happened to you here, and I was implicated. ”

"Cut, it looks like you're not curious at all."

Yang Chenglie turned his head and glared at Yang Shouwen fiercely.

But Yang Shouwen didn't seem to care, grinning, without words.

The two fathers and sons were talking, and one walked out of the palace gate.

The man was dressed in a gorgeous palace costume with towering temples. When she came to the wind gate, when she saw Yang Chenglie, a touch of water suddenly flashed in her eyes. However, she was very good at concealment, and she quickly regained her composure and turned into a cold posture again.

"Auntie!"

When Yang Shouwen saw the man, he hurriedly called.

Who knows, Shangguan Wan'er ignored him, and those bright eyes were full of Yang Chenglie's shadow.

She said softly: "Yang Fengchen, the saint has been waiting for a long time, please come with me." ”

I could hear that she was forcibly suppressing the excitement in her heart. Although it was a cold posture, there was a trilling voice in his voice. (To be continued.) )