In the Sifang Hou Mansion, a lamp burned quietly, reflecting the window paper of the wing room red.

Fang Yunpan sat in the room, closed his eyes and meditated, motionless. In his mind, the dusty memories of his past life opened up again......

Fang Yun was not a prophet, in his previous life, he was obsessed with Confucian learning. I don't care much about anything else. In fact, apart from some major events, Fang Yun didn't know much about other things. There are very few names that he can write down. Yang Hong is one of them!

Yang Hong joined the army much earlier than Fang Lin.

Very early, Yang Hong firmly occupied the position of the first master of the Great Zhou army and the rising star. His martial arts entry is indeed very amazing. In the previous life, when the aristocratic marquis squeezed out the Quartet Marquis Fang Yin, Yang Hong directly expressed his attitude and stood in the vein of the aristocratic marquis.

However, at that time, he did not have such an impact. Yang Hong's marquis was seven years earlier than now, and at that time, the title was not a heroic marquis!

"Yang Hong's marquis is seven years earlier than my memory! Moreover, it seems, he is even more powerful than in his previous life! What is going on here? Is it all because of my rebirth?"

Fang Yun's brows furrowed, for a moment, he felt the invisible pressure from fate in the dark!

If he doesn't resist and goes with the trajectory of his previous life. Then there is no doubt that in this life, the fate of the family is still to destroy the family! But if you resist, fate will derive a series of countermeasures to suppress it.

Abandon literature and practice martial arts, and immediately have Princess Qingchang to suppress him; changed Lu Yu's fate, and was immediately chased and killed by the Demon Lord of the Heavens; subdued Li Yu, and then Princess Qingchang appeared; The eldest brother entered the forbidden army in advance, but created a more powerful Yang Hong!

In the dark, Fang Yun felt that there was an invisible big hand pushing this world towards the original trajectory!

"Haha, I've lost everything once, what else am I afraid of. If I want to lose it again, why don't I change my life against the sky. In this life and this life, no matter who it is, whether it is Yang Hong or the human emperor, as long as it is in my way, God will stop and kill God, and the devil will stop and kill demons!"

Thinking through this, Fang Yun's heart was a lot more relaxed.

"Big brother, don't worry. I'll be mad for you!"

"Yang Hong's martial arts are much higher than mine! If I come hard, I am definitely not his opponent! Even if I can't do martial arts, I can only write a text!"

Fang Yun's eyes flickered, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind:

"Shangjing City is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, and the hierarchy is strict. What Yang Hong relied on could not be his status as a martial artist or his royal bloodline. The upper party conspires, and the lower party slashes the soldiers. Yang Hong, you are now deposed, my father's proposal to be promoted to noble, then you don't want to be stable, be your martial marquis!"

A cold light flashed in Fang Yun's eyes. Information about past lives, and this life, poured into my mind. Fang Yun's brain was like a jīng dense instrument, running rapidly. Thinking about all kinds of strategies that can deal with Yang Hong.

"Come on, prepare the four treasures of the study room for me!"

"Yes, young master!" a servant hurried away outside the room.

Soon, the four treasures of the study were delivered to Fang Yun's desk. Fang Yun took the ink strip and grinded it finely. He grinded very slowly, many thoughts flashed through Fang Yun's heart, and he finally made up his mind.

"People are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden. No one can bully the Fang family without paying any price. Today, our Fang family swallowed this breath, and after rì, everyone thought that our Sifang Hou Mansion was a soft persimmon, and they all came to pinch it!"

Lifting the wolf pen, dipped in ink, Fang Yun pondered the words and wrote down the first line:

"Yu Wen Tianzi yù canonized the crown prince Shaobao Yang Hong, thinking that he was a martial marquis. Yu thought that although Yang Hong had the courage of a martial marquis, he did not have the virtue of a martial marquis, and he was flying and domineering, and the canonization was probably inappropriate......"

Fang Yun's Confucian cultivation in his previous life, at this moment, was vividly played. The Great Zhou Calendar, the Military Calendar, this moment, all rushed through my heart. Fang Yun deducted the word martial arts, and narrated it eloquently, leaving Yang Hong's body incomplete.

This night, Fang Yun didn't sleep at all. By dawn the next day, the recital was finally finished.

Fang Yun put the envelope into the envelope and wrote on it:

Fang Yun, the youngest son of the Quartet Marquis, knocked on the Dali Temple and presented it to the emperor.

The law of the Great Zhou Dynasty, if there is an objection to the matter of the marquis, if you want to impeach. It is necessary to hand over to Dali Temple, which is the first to be accepted by Dali Temple. This rule was agreed upon by the Great Zhou Taizu, but it has not been implemented once.

Fang Yun held this recital and felt heavy in his heart. He knew very well that if this paper fold was sent to Dali Temple, it would immediately cause an uproar.

"Yang Hong, martial arts, I can't fight you for the time being. But Wen, you are far from being my opponent!"

Opening the door, Fang Yun strode out.

......

Dali Temple, located in the southwest of Shangjing City, is extremely powerful!

The so-called Dali Temple, big, refers to the meaning of high-ranking officials and nobles, and Li, which means to be punished. Together, Dali Temple is the meaning of the prison of the dignitaries. It mainly accepts cases of impeachment of officials in the world.

In today's imperial court, the officials are clear and clear. Dali Temple is rare to accept a case for half a year.

Early in the morning, Zhang Muqing, the secretary of Dali Temple, wore court clothes, wore a crown of heaven, and was in the lobby to correct the recital. Suddenly, in the direction of the gate, there was a sound of drums.

"Come on, go out and check it out!"

Zhang Muqing raised his head and said majestically.

"It's my lord!"

Immediately, a soap-clad servant rushed out.

A moment later, the soap-clothed servant went and returned, holding a letter in both hands and handing it to the desk.

"My lord, Fang Yun, the youngest son of the Quartet Marquis Mansion, send a recital!"

"Huh?" Zhang Muqing's eyebrows jumped, feeling a little unusual.

Taking the envelope, Zhang Muqing opened it and looked at it, and when he saw a sentence, his heart jumped.

"It's going to be a big deal!"

There are only a handful of martial marquis in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and most of them were still at the time of the founding of the country, which was canonized by Taizu. This is the first time in more than 1,000 years that the matter of impeachment of Marquis Wu has been impeached! Moreover, the person who impeached him was the second son of the Marquis of Sifang.

Zhang Muqing then looked down, the more he looked, the more surprised he became, this handwriting, every word was romantic, but in Zhang Muqing's eyes, it was a sword and a sword.

After reading a letter, Zhang Muqing was secretly shocked in his heart: "This matter is very important, I can't be the master alone!"

Zhang Muqing immediately got up, tucked the recital into his sleeve, straightened his clothes, and immediately rode the frame towards the palace.

After entering the palace, Zhang Muqing went straight to the senior cabinet.

"Lord Rong, please take a look at this recital!"

Zhang Muqing handed over Fang Yun's recital.

"The stakes are high. The canonization of the Marquis of Wu by the imperial court is a major event. I don't have this right to the abolition of Wuhou. ”

Master Rong, the first rank of the Senior Minister's Pavilion, also gasped after reading it: "This matter needs to be submitted to the three public resolutions!"

After half a pillar of incense, Sangong's reply came down:

Immediately summon the Dali Temple, the Criminal Department, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate for trial!

Coax!

The whole Shangjing City is a sensation!