Gu Shaosheng stepped out of the prince's mansion, and the frame was already ready.

Yang Jian was secretly handed down by Xiang Yutian, and Gu Shao's injury had already been lifted, but Yang Jian's critical illness was still a few years earlier than in history.

Especially a few years ago, after the death of Queen Dugu Jialuo, who had been with him for decades, he was even more ill and rarely went to court.

Even if he occasionally went to court, he became more and more obedient, his methods were cruel, and he was whipped at every turn, which was not much different from the previous wise and martial Emperor Wen of Sui.

"Drive!"

Gu Shao was injured and got into the carriage, and the guards urged the horse forward and went to the palace.

.......

Daxing Imperial Palace, Yang Jian's sleeping palace.

"Ahem! Ahem! What about the Prince? Haven't you come yet! ”

Yang Jian lay on the dragon bed with a sallow face, and the eunuchs and palace maids around him knelt down.

"Your Majesty, someone has been sent to inform His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The chamberlain, who knelt on the ground, bowed down and spoke.

"Ahem! This rebel, I'm not dead yet! He can't wait? ”

Yang Jian shook his hand and threw the secret letter in his hand to the ground.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has won over a group of ministers, and even talked to the prince, everything after your death is really against filial piety!"

Not far in front of the dragon bed, a middle-aged man with a thin body sighed and spoke.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

At this time, a beautiful woman in a palace costume hid her face and entered, crying pear blossoms with rain, so she was not sad.

"Aifei, who dares to bully you?"

Yang Jian was already angry, and at this time, he couldn't help but be even more angry when he saw Mrs. Xuanhua, who was his favorite since Queen Dugu's death, crying.

"Your Majesty! Concubine, concubine was almost bullied! ”

Under Yang Jian's repeated questioning, the beautiful woman cried and said.

"What kind of person dares to be so bold!"

Yang Jian's pale face suddenly rose a trace of blood red, and he got up with a snort and roared.

"Yes...... Be...... Prince! ”

The beautiful woman sobbed, prostrate on Yang Jian's chest, and began to cry.

"Poof!"

Yang Jian's body shook, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his face suddenly turned pale, and he scolded: "Why should a beast pay a big deal!" Lonely misunderstands me! Lonely misunderstands me! ”

"Ahem! Unfilial son! Unfilial son! Unfilial son! ”

Yang Jian was furious, slapped the bed, and roared angrily: "Liu Shu, Yuan Yan!" ”

"The minister is here!"

The emaciated Liu Shu and Yuan Yan, who was standing on the side, bowed down and spoke in unison.

"The widow ordered the two of you to draft an edict, I want to depose Yang Guang and make Yang Jun, the king of Qin, the crown prince!"

Yang Jian's face turned pale, and he forced the edict.

"Wechen obeys!"

Liu Shu and Yuan Yan glanced at each other, the joy flashed in their eyes, and then they quickly converged.

"Spread my message, the guards on the left and right, go outside the hall, and capture the rebel!"

After saying that, Yang Jianqiang's breath dissipated, and he fell on the bed with a pale face, breathing slightly, and his life hung by a thread.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! ”

After the beautiful woman crawled on Yang Jian's body and cried a few times, she stood up.

"You have all heard Your Majesty's will, and you still don't go to capture Yang Guang!"

She scolded sharply, and there was not a trace of tears on her face.

"Yes!"

The eunuch attendant who knelt on the ground hurriedly got up and strode out of the temple gate.

"It's done!"

The beautiful woman, Liu Shu, and Yuan Yan glanced at each other and smiled.

"Wechen retires!"

Liu Shu and Yuan Yan bowed down and walked out of Yang Jian's bedroom.

"Something has been done!"

Liu Shu stroked his long beard under his chin and smiled slightly: "Yang Guang has not yet ascended the throne, so he dares to attack our family!" How can we let him ascend to the throne! ”

"Not bad! Before he ascended the throne, he dared to make a move against the family and Buddhism, and he had already committed public anger! ”

Yuan Yan laughed, pointed to the palace gate in the distance and said: "At this moment, inside the palace gate, there are already 3,000 forbidden troops waiting for it, and there is even a Buddhist master here, Yang Guang will definitely be in danger this time!" ”

"Haha!"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

.......

"Phew!"

The carriage stopped.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty is still waiting, please hurry up!"

As soon as Gu Shaoxing got out of the carriage, a soldier in armor stepped forward and bowed and said.

"Hmm!"

Gu Shaosheng glanced at the soldier with a smile, and when he looked at him, he was drenched in cold sweat, and he almost fell to his knees before he let out a faint sound.

Wow!

Gu Shao straightened his clothes and strode towards the palace.

"Whew!"

The soldier in a cold sweat straightened up and let out a long breath, only to feel two trembling strands.

At the moment when Gu Shaosheng looked at him directly, his heart was almost shattered, and at this time, there was a buzz in his mind, until Gu Shaosheng walked into the palace gate, he couldn't react.

Stompe! Stompe!

Gu Shaosheng walked alone on the avenue of the noon gate, his boots trampling on the stone slab, and the crisp echo echoed over the entire palace.

Martial arts cultivation to his level, there is almost no possibility of being surrounded and killed by people who are inferior to his own strength.

As soon as he stepped into the carriage, he already felt it, and he felt a murderous aura attacking him.

Thundered!

As Gu Shaoxing slowly walked into the palace gate, the gate behind him slowly closed.

Stampede, stomp!

A series of footsteps were mixed with the sound of armor colliding, and the forbidden soldiers who came like a tide surrounded Gu Shaoxing.

Whoa!

The crowd was in the middle of the crowd, and a tall old man, wearing armor and holding a long sword, strode over, staring coldly at Gu Shaoxing.

The old man was eight feet tall, his face was grim, and under the black armor was a body full of explosive power.

He is the contemporary head of the Yuwen valve, Yuwen Injury, who is alone in the martial arts with ice and strength, and is a master-level master second only to Yang Su in the Great Sui.

Gu Shao was not surprised that he appeared here, because his Ziyu Culture was the commander of the forbidden army in charge of the Wumen.

"Weichen Yuwen is injured, see His Royal Highness the Prince!"

Yuwen clenched his fists slightly, his face was indifferent, and he said in a cold voice.

"Yuwen Valve Master? What is your intention to stop Your Highness today? ”

Gu Shaosheng's face was calm, and his black royal robe swayed slightly.

"His Royal Highness's methods are amazing, I am really afraid of the old courtiers!"

Yuwen looked at Gu Shaosheng, who had a calm expression, and sighed.

"Huh!"

Gu Shaosheng smiled faintly and ignored Yuwen's coy attitude.

Ever since he attacked the family gatekeeper, Gu Shaosheng knew that they would not give up, and sure enough, when they suddenly made a move at the most critical time, they would be killed with one blow.

"I thought that His Highness would bring your subordinate Yuwen Injury and that mysterious master here, but I didn't expect His Highness to be so careless."

In the forbidden army, Yu Wenhua with a sneer on his face strode in.

"Amitabha!"

In the sound of the Buddha's horn chanting loudly, an old monk in a gray and white robe walked out of the corner, and it was the host of the Luoyang Jingnian Zen Temple, empty.

"His Royal Highness's methods are cruel, if he ascends the throne, it is really not a blessing for the people."

clasped his empty hands together and sighed slightly, looking compassionate.

"Haha!"

Gu Shaosheng laughed loudly, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes, he glanced around, and sighed coldly: "A few puppies, dare to come and kill me?" ”