"Benevolence and filial piety!

Yang Yong silently recited the four-character mantra given by Gao Xi in his heart, wore the prince's gown, held his head high, and came to the palace to greet him.

There was joy on his face.

According to Gao Xi's layout, Yang Jian's gaze has been much gentler recently, and there is a faint trust and expectation in the past, and the attitude of the courtiers is also changing.

No matter how good King Jin is, if His Majesty has no intention of changing the crown prince, then it will be a blessing rather than a curse.

Since ancient times, the competition for the throne has been extremely tragic, and it is easy to raid the family and destroy the clan, except for He Ruobi, who is loyal to follow the King of Jin, how many people dare to bet so early?

Therefore, the six Shangshu who were still biased towards Gu Cheng before faintly began to keep their distance, if His Majesty gave a signal to trust the prince again, then King Jin's previous efforts would be in vain.

"Haha, second brother, the throne is lonely after all, and no one can snatch it away!"

Yang Yong, who was full of self-confidence, stepped into the palace where Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo lived, and bowed respectfully: "The son and the queen mother meet the father and the queen mother!

The air suddenly fell silent.

Yang Yong waited for a moment, and didn't let him get up to respond, and couldn't help but be surprised.

You must know that he is the crown prince, and he doesn't have to pay a big salute to pay homage, just to show filial piety, but now he is not allowed to stand up, isn't it deliberately torturing people?

Swish!

At this moment, a picture scroll was lost, Yang Yong was inexplicable, picked it up and unfolded it, and saw the famous seven-step poem.

"This painting skill! This font is wonderful!"

Yang Yong carefully looked at the calligraphy strokes and nodded.

He is good at the way of words, and the friends he has made are all literati, so he is naturally appreciated from the artistic level.

"You see that in this painting?"

Yang Jian's voice came from above, with an unprecedented chill to the bone.

"If you go back to your father's words, your sons should be in harmony with your second brother and never do anything like fratricide!"

Yang Yong was not a complete straw bag, and immediately puffed up his chest and said.

"Cao Pi ordered Cao Zhi to compose a poem, and after the poem was written, he was still deeply ashamed, you son of a simp has no intention of repenting, and you are so disappointed as a father!"

Who knew that when he looked up, he saw Yang Jian looking down at him coldly, word by word.

"Father?"

Yang Yong was stunned.

He knew that Yang Jian claimed to be his father, which was a manifestation of extreme anger.

As Yang Jian, who has always been proud of his five sons and true brothers, and has no worries about being abolished, what Dugu Jialuo said was simply a bolt from the blue.

But the whole process is reasonable, interlocking, and no one can believe it, and even why King Jin appeared in Ruyi Hall has been investigated.

It turned out that the Guang'an Building, which is now booming, is the property of the King of Jin, and Ruyitang was embarrassed again and again, so the King of Jin brought He Ruobi to the door to provoke.

Yang Jian's suspicion was extremely heavy, and he didn't believe that there were so many coincidences in the world, so after listening to Dugu Jialuo's analysis one by one, and these seven-step poems and paintings, he already believed most of them.

But he also knew his son's ability, and this kind of layout would never be made by Yang Yong, so he asked coldly: "Say, who is the plan for you?"

"Father, there is no ......"

"Say !!"

"It's Gao Xi's idea to be alone!"

Yang Yong didn't understand why he was still warm yesterday, but today he spoke harshly, and he was frightened in the roar, thinking that Yang Jian had seen through his greetings and filial piety all day long, in order to win back the sacred heart, and said in a trembling voice.

This is the timid character, and the companion is like a tiger.

"Gao Xi, yes, he is the only one who can come up with such a clever plan!"

Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes: "Gao Xi has a great talent for the country, my state affairs, he is dedicated to Chen Li, my family affairs, he is also so hard-working, good!

"Father, Gao Xi gave advice to his sons, just wanted to keep the position of the crown prince, and there was nothing else to ask for!"

The more Yang Yong listened, the more wrong he became, his face was shocked, and he kowtowed desperately.

In Yang Yong's opinion, he is the eldest son, and it is natural to keep his position as the prince, although Gao Xi's strategy is to use family affection, it is not a serious crime, why is Yang Jian's tone so wrong......

"Yes, for the sake of the crown prince, so you hurt your brother like that?"

Dugu Jialuo spoke for the first time.

What she was most angry about was that Yang Yong took it for granted and did not repent at all.

"Harm the second brother?"

Yang Yong looked confused.

The two sides ask and answer each other, which is not the same thing at all.

If Gao Xi faced Yang Jian's thunderous anger at this time, he would definitely not say a word before the matter was clarified.

"No! absolutely not!"

Yang Yong became darker and darker, and it was not until he listened to Dugu Jialuo's words at this moment that he flatly denied it.

It's a pity it's late.

"Proposed edict!"

Yang Jian took a deep breath, restored to the majesty of the past, and said in a cold voice: "The prince is brave and has no filial piety and no virtue, inferior to the hundred lines, and it is difficult to take on heavy responsibilities. ”

"Intended!"

Yang Yong was like a clay carved wood sculpture, completely staying in place, and Yang Jian's next holy decree had been issued: "Gao Xi Yinghua has been exhausted, tired and diligent in the old age (mào) period, born evil aspirations, and acted in danger, except for the position of the general of the left leading army, in addition to the title of Duke of Qi, and demoted to a concubine." ”

"Wronged, wronged!"

Yang Yong finally understood that the emperor must have misunderstood something, and shouted loudly.

"Take it down!"

The so-called jumping into the Yellow River can't be washed away, even if Yang Jian is willing to listen to his explanation, Yang Yong's clumsy words are also indefensible, and now it is faster, and he has a high fire.

Yang Jian didn't want to see this useless son anymore, so he waved his hand, and suddenly a guard dragged Yang Yong out.

"Father, Mother, Father, Mother!"

The two saints of the emperor and queen kept shrinking in his eyes, then the imperial palace, and finally the entire imperial city.

Yang Yong left in a trance, cried in the East Palace for a day, packed up on the hour, and went out of the city towards Shudi.

Just when Yang Yong left Daxing and entered Shu to be the so-called carefree prince, there was also a woman who climbed the mountain gate in Cihang Jingzhai in Nanchen.

"The Yin Sect Master is visiting, is no one welcoming Cihang Jingzhai?"

Zhu Yuyan had fluttering long sleeves and eyes, and came to the stone tablet.

Swish!

Several figures floated out like fairies in the clouds, holding long swords, surrounding Zhu Yuyan in the middle.

"I wish the donor to come here, do you have to provoke a battle between the good and the devil, and then make the lives miserable?"

The middle-aged nun walked out slowly, her face showing compassion.

"What you do is not nobler than ours, but you are fighting for power and profit. My holy gate is the fly camp dog, and your Buddhist gate is thinking of the common people in the world, heh, it's really disgusting!"

Zhu Yuyan sneered and clapped her hands.

Suddenly, four disciples stepped forward with a sedan chair, the sedan curtain was opened, and there was an unconscious woman inside.

"I didn't expect you to have a lot of descendants, even the first prostitute in the world cultivates the meaning of the sword code, moisturizing things silently! King Jin, oh no, it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who said that he meant to help each other, he has written it down, this woman lives in Jingzhai, and will ascend to the throne in the future, and Xu will remember the old love and welcome back ......"

Zhu Yuyan clicked on the Mingyue acupoint, Mingyue woke up slowly, looked at this strange and familiar environment, and suddenly understood something, her face was miserable, and she lowered her head.

The middle-aged woman was silent for a moment, and bowed slowly: "Obey Your Highness's will!"

The corners of Zhu Yuyan's lips rose: "Guard her well, maybe she can really become the imperial concubine in the future and win back the holy will~ Hahahaha!"

With that, he turned around and smiled and left.

Placing Mingyue in Jingzhai and returning to the ancestral hall, the nun sat down slowly, chanting the Buddha's name silently, and suddenly a bloody arrow spurted out of her mouth.

Her body shook, and the wooden fish in her hand snapped into powder and floated away with the wind.