"Your Excellency, your Excellency. A eunuch crawled down outside the door of Yang Jian's study.

Yang Jian didn't turn around, and he didn't speak. But in the eunuch's senses, Yang Jian seemed to be like a beast ready to attack, and when he turned around, he would face an irresistible catastrophe.

The little eunuch was drenched in cold sweat, clinging to the ground, and did not dare to come out. In his heart, he frantically greeted the man who called him to come to deliver the news.

Yang Jian didn't look back, it seemed that there was something more attractive to him on the sheepskin map in front of him: "Say, what's going on." "Minor sins deserve death! Holy, Holy, murdered ... ”

"Let's be clear, how did you die. Yang Jian asked with a little surprise. "Yes, yes, it was discovered by the guards, it seems that he was poisoned to death, the personal maid of the Holy Lord is gone, and the guards are now searching with all their might. The little eunuch resignedly. Yang Jian seemed to be very patient, expecting the little eunuch to say more, but the little eunuch's answer turned his patience into a joke.

Yang Jian did not continue to ask. He turned around expressionlessly and slowly walked in front of the little eunuch. The little eunuch knelt in front of Yang Jian, like a flat boat sailing into a storm, trembling violently; "Great, my lord spares my life, my lord spares my life。。。。。 A crunch "click" interrupted the faint cry for mercy.

In the silence, Yang Jian took out a piece of brocade and wiped his hands, and threw it away casually. Jinpa slowly floated down. And covered underneath was the little eunuch with a strange ninety-degree angle to his neck.

"Come, pass on my orders, make every effort to arrest the personal servants of the saint, and report to anyone who has any clues immediately, and anyone who does not report it will be punished for treason. In addition, Minister Xuan immediately entered the palace. ”

When everyone had retreated, the room fell silent again. Yang Jian fell back into thought, slightly distracted. The dark clouds outside the window gradually dissipated, and the moonlight poured in through the window, and the whole room seemed to become brighter.

And in the shadow of the corner of the study, a figure was slowly outlined. Yang Jian frowned at first, and then said in a slightly respectful tone: "Sir, who do you think wants this kid to die than me?" ”

After being silent for a long time, a slightly muddy voice came: "No matter who it is, it can make a person lurk in the palace for so long, and make a person disappear from the palace without realizing it." We have to guard against this action. And this maid is also the most important thing, catch her, we can follow the vine and find this person who is more 'anxious' than us. And the boy's death will have no effect on our plans. It was a little earlier than we planned, but it didn't hurt. Now that you are in power, you might as well push the boat with the current。。。。。。 ”

After hearing this, Yang Jian sighed and continued, "Now that he is dead, everyone in the world will think that I sent someone to kill him." ”

The breeze passed, and the dark clouds slowly closed the curtains on the room. In a slightly darkened room. Yang Jian slowly raised his hand and stroked his forehead, the corners of his mouth gradually opened, and he laughed silently. And in the big room, there is no longer the figure of the "gentleman". . . .

The ministers were tidying up their attire as they talked to each other and asked their colleagues about them. I hope to know some information in advance, under the dim candlelight, the entire hall is filled with a solemn atmosphere, and the guards who are twice as many as usual are also spreading nervousness.

"Prime Minister to 。。。。。 The scene fell silent for a moment. "Chitose Chitose, Chitose. ”

Yang Jian slowly walked into the Jinluan Hall and walked to the front of the stage, but he was not in a hurry to speak. The hall became audible, the atmosphere was extremely depressing, and the ministers present looked at their noses and noses, and their noses and hearts, and they did not dare to come out, for fear that the sound of their breathing would become the focus of the audience.

After being suppressed for a long time, Yang Jian slowly raised his head. At this time, his eyes were red and full of tears, and the trembling corners of his mouth seemed to be unable to explain the grief in his heart.

"Your Majesty。。。。。 Died... ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then an unprecedented noise erupted. It was filled with all kinds of lamentations, the sound of hitting the ground and hitting the wall.

At this time, among the courtiers, there was a military general who was more than half a hundred years old, who looked at all this coldly and said nothing. But those who were close to him could clearly feel the murderous aura emanating from him, and quietly moved away from him a little before they stopped their hands that were trembling with fright.

This person is Wei Shuyu, the first general of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, with the word Xiaokuan. Although he was over half a hundred years old at this time, his power in the army and his outstanding military exploits also made him have a pivotal position in the court. As for Yang Jian's repeated solicitations, there has never been a clear answer, and his unclear position also gave Yang Jian a little headache.

Yang Jian naturally felt the surging murderous aura, his eyes were calm, but he still arched his hand and said: "This matter is also requested by General Lu to investigate thoroughly, we must not let the saint go unclear, and the murderer must be severely punished." ”

Lu Xiaokuan glanced at Yang Jian deeply, then arched his hand and put away his killing intent: "The old man must do his best, and he must not let the saint die unjustly." Although he thought that this matter must have been done by Yang Jian, he still didn't tear his face with Yang Jian on the spot.

As soon as the words fell, a young man with a warm face walked out of the group of ministers, and he was Yang Jian's right-hand man Yang Su, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said a little hoarsely: "Prime Minister, the Holy Lord has died, and we are grief-stricken. But the country cannot be without a king for a day, I can't wait, so I implore the prime minister to take over the throne. ”

The main hall fell silent for a short time again, but I don't know who shouted: "I beg your Excellency, please take over the throne." "Everyone pleaded with Yang Jian like waking up from a dream, as if they were afraid that they had missed something.

Yang Jian waved his hand, and said with a straight face: "No, the bones of the saint are not cold, we should pay a grand tribute first, and the matter of the emperor's throne should be considered in the long run." What's more, I, Yang Jian, how can I take on this heavy responsibility. ”

Yang Su seemed to have known that Yang Jian would say this, and then said in a loud voice: "My lord, at this time, the Turks and Goguryeo are eyeing us, and the country is in ruins, in the current situation, if you still refuse to take over the throne, then what awaits us is only destruction." ”

After saying this, Yang Jian was like a tiger with a fried hair, and glared angrily: "Bold! Yang Su! I value you so much, you actually say such a big rebellious thing, come on! Drag it down and kill it!"

In the midst of everyone's exclamations, another person came out of the crowd, stopped in front of the soldier who was about to take Yang Su away, knelt beside Yang Su and said: "Prime Minister, although Yang Su's words are a little excessive, please forgive him for the country and the people." And the saint has just left, so it is not appropriate to kill. Please also spare his life and let him make meritorious contributions. ”

Yang Da paused slightly and continued: "Prime Minister. When the Holy Lord died, all of us as courtiers were deeply saddened. But in today's situation, if we are always immersed in grief, we can only give those barbarians who burn, kill, loot and do all kinds of evil against us have the opportunity to do their best and do everything. Surely the Holy Spirit in Heaven does not want to see our people in dire straits. And the country also needs a capable person like the prime minister to lead it, otherwise we will be scattered. I also ask the Prime Minister not to shirk for the sake of the country and the people. ”

At this time, seeing this, the ministers hurriedly said in unison again: "Please take over the throne of the prime minister, I wish to be dead." "The sound of kowtowing is endless.

"Enough, you're forcing me. Yang Jian's forehead was bruised, and he seemed to be struggling incomparably in his heart. After half a sound, most of the ministers in the palace were bleeding from their heads, and some simply fainted.

Seeing this, Yang Jian let go of his clenched hands in a dejected manner, and said helplessly: "That's it, let's arrange the afterlife of the saint first." Notices were posted in various towns announcing the death of the Emperor. The funeral of the first emperor, solemn mourning, was called Emperor Jing, and was buried in Gongling. Succeeded by the clansman Yuwen Luo. ”

Yang Jian turned around and stepped onto the throne step by step, but he didn't sit down immediately.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he leisurely examined the position he had coveted for a long time. Then he sat down heavily, lowered his voice slightly, and said slowly: "Everyone, since the matter has come to this, I, Yang Jian, will not say more, even if I am infamous through the ages, I will be responsible for my people and my country." After a pause, he continued: "Since you sit on this throne alone. We must not let down the great rivers and mountains created by our ancestors, and we must continue to open up the territory, and all the territory under the sun will be the territory! Gu announced that from now on, the name of the country will be changed to 'Sui'。。。。。。。 ”