Li Longji's expression was so gloomy that he ignored the ministers who knelt on the ground and pleaded, and asked An Lushan to tell the story again.

An Lushan burst into tears, and his words were extremely miserable, and the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty were not fools, and they all understood that what An Lushan said was true.

Yan Zhenqing has always been at odds with Yang Guozhong, and the ambush of An Lushan by the Jingsai army may not be counted on Yang Guozhong's head, but Ashina Chengqing personally admitted that it was Bian Lingcheng who instructed him to do it, and it was clear who was standing behind Bian Lingcheng.

Yang Guozhong has always been cautious, and everyone doesn't understand why Yang Guozhong is so bold, but the matter was instructed by Yang Guozhong, and this is certain.

"The golden knife is chaotic! The golden knife is chaotic! Hehe! It seems that this prophecy is not unbelievable! Li Longji stood up and gritted his teeth and said fiercely, there was already murderous intent in his eyes.

In his opinion, this matter is simply a blatant contempt for imperial power. For an emperor, this is the most intolerable thing.

Li Longji felt a chill in his heart, he didn't expect that the prime minister he trusted extremely would dare to do this. For the sake of imperial power, he was willing to kill even his own son, what is a prime minister!

Yang Guozhong did not come to Huaqing Palace this time, and in addition to Ma Lan, the ministers present were another prime minister, Xu Guogong Chen Xilie, who had the highest status. Chen Xilie walked out boldly, knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, Yang Xiang has always been respectful, and Weichen really can't believe it if he does such a thing." However, the matter is big, and this matter needs to be dealt with cautiously, if the punishment is improper, I am afraid that there will be some waves. ”

The ministers all knelt on the ground and did not speak, but they all knew in their hearts that Chen Xilie had something to say. This is actually a direct reference to Yang Guozhong's formation of a party. Chen Xilie's statement seems to be an understatement, but in fact, he stabbed Yang Guozhong again, which is clearly to force Yang Guozhong to his death.

Chen Xilie and Yang Guozhong are both prime ministers, but Chen Xilie is in name only, and the power to decide things is firmly held by Yang Guozhong. Obviously, taking this opportunity, Chen Xilie is also going to take the opportunity to make trouble.

Ma Lan also understood what Chen Xilie meant, and said in his heart that none of these guys who can gain a foothold in the court are really not fuel-efficient lamps.

Li Longji was even angrier when he heard this, and shouted: "I want to see what kind of waves can be caused by dealing with a Yang Guozhong!" Chen Qing! You will immediately deal with this matter with the prince, and I will give you three days to find out all those involved in this matter, and not a single one will be spared! ”

The ministers were all in their hearts, knowing that the Son of Heaven had moved to kill Yang Guozhong. The bad relationship between Yang Guozhong and the prince is well known, and Chen Xilie is also inseparable, so he handed over this matter to the two of them to investigate, and the result can be imagined. Under the anger of the Son of Heaven, I am afraid that in three days, I am afraid that the head will be rolling.

"An Qing, you will rest here, and my dragon army will guard your safety! In three days, I will give you justice! ”

Li Longji waved his hand and walked towards the depths of the palace angrily. An Lushan kowtowed again and again, crying endlessly.

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Ma Lan walked out of the hall of the court, secretly happy in his heart. The relationship between the crown prince Li Heng and Yang Guozhong is extremely poor, and Yang Guozhong fell into the hands of the prince this time, and it is impossible to get out.

As the Son of Heaven, Li Longji naturally knew the contradiction between the prince and Yang Guozhong. Yang Guozhong really angered Li Longji this time, and he was afraid that it would be impossible to pass the test safely.

The blood feud of the thirteen Anxi Jian'er who died in Chang'an can finally be avenged. The only regret is that I can't kill the enemy.

Ma Ling didn't understand why Yang Guozhong, who had always been cautious, took risks again and again, first openly declared that An Lushan was going to rebel on the school grounds, and this time he asked Bian Lingcheng to plot against An Lushan. If he didn't understand, he simply didn't think about it, as long as Yang Guozhong died, the revenge of the athletes would be avenged.

The eight hundred athletes were still waiting under Lishan Mountain, Ma Lan went down the mountain and returned to Chang'an City with the athletes, so that most of the athletes still went to the Longwu Army barracks to station, and he took his own soldiers to Yankangfang.

Those flies who generally gather outside the county king's mansion should also clean up. He had never been a good-tempered man, and the last time he came back to lead his soldiers away, he was angry, and when the king ordered him to leave in a hurry, he ignored these fellows, and now he did not want these sanctimonious fellows to continue to perform here.

The outside of the county king's mansion is still extremely lively, the students of the Guozijian have not left, and there are many literati who have no fame, all of them are noisy around the mansion gate. It's more about the people of Chang'an who are watching the excitement, although they don't dare to point to the county king's mansion and scold like those who have read books, but they dare to spit on the ground.

Because of the edict in the river, Ma Lan's name is now a stinky street in Chang'an City. This time, because they went to greet An Lushan, the family's personal soldiers followed, and there was no guard outside the mansion gate.

The deafening sound of horses' hooves dispersed the crowd outside the gate, and the students and scribes got out of the way, but they pointed at the knights on their horses and cursed in low voices.

Ma Lan sneered, he didn't owe any money to the people of Chang'an, how could he be willing to suffer such a bird anger.

"Ma Renjie! You dog thief! A thin student of the Imperial Prison was hiding in the crowd, jumped up and cursed, and then retreated back into the crowd, causing people to laugh loudly, and many scribes looked at Ma Lu with a sneering expression.

This is at the feet of the Son of Heaven, and no one can do anything about them.

Ma Ling restrained the war horse, pointed at the little man and sneered: "It's him!" Break my legs! ”

Ma Yong and Ma Qiang are both fiery temperaments, and when they heard the rumors, they immediately jumped off the war horse and rushed into the crowd to catch the kid. A middle-aged scribe stepped forward, stood in front of the little man, raised his eyebrows and shouted: "At the feet of the Son of Heaven, the rats dare to do so!" ”

Where did Ma Yong hear this, he slapped it, slapped the middle-aged scribe to the ground, and then lifted the little student out.

The little student was so frightened that his face was like dirt, but the students around him surrounded him clamoringly. Ma Lu snorted coldly, waved his big hand, and the athletes took off the Mo knife from the saddle in unison.

"You killers! It's all people, what do you want to do? The middle-aged scribe got up, covered his face and shouted.

Ma Qiang slapped him again, knocking the scribe to the ground again. Ma Yong threw the little student on the ground, kicked the little student's leg twice in a row, and only heard two clicks, and the little student's leg was already bent.

The little man looked at his legs and screamed like a pig.

There was a sudden exclamation from the crowd, and the middle-aged scribe got up again, his face turned white with anger: "Bold maniac—"

Before he finished speaking, Ma Qiang slapped him again, knocking the middle-aged scribe to the ground.

"There are also people who don't know whether they are alive or dead to stand up together, and a certain family will let you have a long memory together!" Ma Lan looked around at everyone and said indifferently.

Angry eyes erupted from the crowd, but no one spoke.

"Those who dare to scold a certain grandmother must be prepared for this. This is what it looks like, whoever dares to point to a certain mansion and scold it in the future will be handled like this. There are thousands of aliens killed under the hands of more than 100 athletes in a certain family, and they live in a certain mansion, not to suffer from the anger of you sour people. ”

"While you are scolding a certain traitor and a national thief here, your family is buying land around Chang'an, and these families are very clear. It's okay to take advantage of it secretly, and if you make noise in front of a certain house, a certain family will never allow you! ”

Ma Lan looked at these guys with an extremely cold expression. If you don't give them a little bit of power, these people are really on the face.

He is not afraid of the Son of Heaven, the black cauldron is on your back, and you still don't want me to vent?

The middle-aged scribe was also tenacious, got up again and covered his face and said angrily: "Thief! Don't be complacent! The people of Guanzhong don't know how many will die on the road, and they won't let you go if they die! ”

Ma Lan ignored him, and Mo Dao pointed at the crowd and said, "A certain family gave you ten breaths of time, and they all dispersed to a certain family. Whoever wants to stay here again will have their legs discounted, no wonder a certain person is unpredictable. ”

There was a commotion among the people, and some of the timid immediately retreated, but most of them did not move.

"Hit!" Ma Lan waved his hand.

The edict has been promulgated for so many days, these guys are here every day to scold their mothers, the soldiers have long been fed up with these guys, listen to the order of their own general, and immediately rush up is a burst of punches and kicks, and the ruthless direct is like a horse Yong, kicking the thin calves of the scribes and students into twists.

They are all good men who are pumping intestines and splashing blood on the battlefield, and they have a bad aura on their bodies, and when they see this group of killers moving their real character, people know that they are afraid, and they hurriedly cry and cry and shout to their mothers to step back. Those who set up food stalls on the side of the street were also scolded, and the stalls were directly overturned by the retreating crowd.

The killers started to move, and they refused to stop without an order. These days have been blocked in the county king's mansion by these guys, except for the time when the night pot was thrown, and then they all endured it, and now where are they willing to let go of these guys, and one is darker than the other. By the time the crowd had retreated, there were one or two hundred people lying on the ground.

"Traitor! You're too domineering! The middle-aged scribe trembled with anger, pointed at Ma Lu and scolded angrily.

"Throw it out!" Ma Ling said coldly.

Ma Yong walked up and picked up the middle-aged scribe and threw it directly into a nearby pond.

"Get out of here!" Ma Lumo pointed at the crowd and shouted angrily.

Several scribes hurriedly scooped the middle-aged scribe out of the pond and dragged the middle-aged scribe away. The Anxi athletes waved their knives away, and all the people finally dispersed in a hurry.

"Leave twenty people to watch outside, and if there are those who dare to approach the county king's mansion, they will break one leg when they see one!"

After speaking, ignoring the guys who were crying on the ground and calling their fathers and mothers, Ma Lan walked directly to the county king's mansion.

A beautiful figure walked out of it, and the reins of Ma Lu, who were holding Ma Lu, smiled like a flower and said: "After so many days, it is finally clean." Husband, do you know who the person you just hit is? ”

When he left Chang'an City, it was only three days before the wedding day, but now that time has passed, if it weren't for this time to protect An Lushan, Yang Youniang should have married him at this moment.

Ma Lan saw that Yang Youniang was in a very good mood, it seemed that she was not angry because the wedding was delayed, and said in her heart that if she knew that Yang Guozhong was in trouble, she didn't know how to deal with herself.

"Who is it?" Ma Lan said casually, he understood that what Yang Youniang was talking about was the middle-aged scribe who took the lead.

Yang Youniang pursed her lips and chuckled: "That person's official position is not high, but he is very famous in Shilin. I don't know if my husband has ever heard the word Du Zimei? ”

The corners of Ma Lan's mouth twitched: "Is it the Du Zimei who wrote 'Yang Huaxue falls on the white apple, and the blue bird flies to the red scarf'?" ”

When Yang Youniang heard this, the smile on her face froze for a moment. (To be continued.) )