Going to the Duke’s Mansion for a banquet?

This person is really more arrogant than Zong Pingnan!

You know, the general who guarded Zhaoyao Mountain, even though he later broke through the barrier in one fell swoop.

It was only expressly prohibited, and my father's subordinates were not allowed to step into the border for the sake of revenge.

It didn’t really hurt the bones of the Duke’s mansion.

But in front of me was the stern-faced young Baihu.

It only took more than half a year to go from being unknown to being famous.

Not only the officials of the sixth grade and hundreds of households in the Northern Zhenfusi, but also the officials of the sixth grade and hundreds of households, dealing with the Qin Tianjian and the East Palace, gradually became the climate.

Now they are even more powerful enough to move the East Palace and question the Duke's office.

If the second brother is really captured and imprisoned, his life may not be saved.

When the time comes, it will be just as Ji Yuan said.

The whole house is dressed in plain clothes, wearing linen and wearing filial piety!

The first-grade Duke's family was forced into this situation by hundreds of sixth-grade households.

What a shame!

"Ji Jiulang, do you really want to be so aggressive?"

Yang Ping'er almost broke her silver teeth, and her bright and gazing eyes had a complex expression, which seemed to be a bit resentful, making her look pitiful.

Her charming smile and captivating flirting methods are enough to drive the noble disciples in Tianjing City crazy.

But every time I meet Ji Jiulang, I am useless and frustrated repeatedly.

"This hundred households follow the decree of the East Palace, enforce the law impartially, and put people in jail. What's wrong with that?"

Ji Yuan's eyes were cold, and the fate three inches above his head was manifested, condensing into a huge fighting handle.

Among them sit the auspicious gods Three Mountains and Nine Lords, the fierce god Sun Wandering God, whose Qi is as strong as mist.

The green bamboo snake that Yang Ping'er was carrying shrank back before it was confused and confused.

The third young lady of the Duke's family suddenly trembled in her delicate body, and her pretty face, which I felt pity for, instantly turned miserable.

He held his forehead with his slender hands and felt as if someone had hit his head with a heavy hammer, making him feel inexplicably dizzy.

"Little sister, you are a daughter, so don't get involved in these dirty things."

Yang Que suddenly raised his head and said hoarsely.

"Ji Jiulang, this young master... recognizes me.

That's right, it was the assassin I found, the token I stole, and the Fuhuo Lei I prepared privately.

Not only did you kill Yang Xiu in the Xishan paddock and bring shame on the government, you also disrespected my father and slandered me.

Therefore, I harbored a grudge and anger in my heart, and angrily colluded with these two losers, Meng Changhe and Yan Sheng, to ambush and intercept him halfway!

Now that it has happened, I just admit my guilt!"

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised, and said with a half-smile but not a smile:

"Second Young Master, you have to think about it.

The imperial prison of Fusi in Beizhen is not a good place.

Once you are taken into custody, your skin will be peeled off even if you die.

A pampered nobleman like you may not be able to hold on for a few days.

You might as well tell me frankly how you stole the token, how you prepared the fire thunder, and whether there were any accomplices who assisted you..."

He didn't expect that Yang Que, who was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, would admit his guilt so decisively.

Assassination of imperial officials follows the laws of Dajing.

After a joint trial by the three departments, he can be executed on the spot.

It would be a pity if Yang Que was more useless.

Unwilling to take the blame, Zhao Wulie attacked Ying Yangwei.

You can make this play more exciting!

"After all, he is a low-born man with short legs and short knowledge.

I am the son of a dignified prince, and I can make countless people run for me with just one sentence.

Zhao Wulie said he was an adopted son, but in reality he was nothing more than a domestic slave of the Duke's Mansion.

I want to steal the token without any effort, so what accomplices are needed?"

Yang Que's face was trembling, his breathing was rapid, and his heart was not calm, so he tried to maintain his composure.

"It's just that I will never go to prison.

My father was a meritorious official of Conglong in the Jing Dynasty. He was granted the title of Duke of the State, the Crown Prince and Tutor, and was deeply favored by the saint!

Although I have violated national laws and humiliated my family, I still have merit and honor.

If you go to jail and be tortured, your body, hair and skin will be damaged and humiliated by you villains!

Uncle Lu...come and take my young master’s life.

Afterwards, cut off the head and deliver it to Beizhen Fusi!

The body was returned to Wulu County and buried next to her mother's tomb.

Anyway, my father doesn’t want to see my unfilial son again, even if he is headless!”

This Second Young Master Yang finally regained some of the courage and magnanimity of a legitimate son of a high family when he was about to die.

He gripped the seat tightly with both hands, his veins popped out, and his throat kept rolling up and down. He was obviously extremely scared.

Since it was his father who identified him, it means that he has been abandoned and has become an abandoned son.

Continuing to struggle in vain will be of no use.

How can a son still be so rebellious and bite his own father?

"Second Master..."

Lu Jingzhi stood with his hands hanging and stepped aside, with a look of unbearable expression on his old face with criss-crossed ravines.

"The matter has reached this point and is irreversible! The only blame is that this mud-legged guy is too tough!

The only strange thing is... I am ambitious but not talented, so I cannot be loved by my father!"

Yang Que tensed his face, and his teeth seemed to be chattering, making a "grinning" sound.

"Uncle Lu, right here! Act quickly and kill me!

I'm afraid that when I get to Beizhen Fusi and go to prison, I won't be able to hold on any longer!

In this life, I finally have a hard time...maybe this is the only time!"

Lu Jingzhi sighed deeply and turned his head to glance at Ji Yuan, who was standing under the steps outside the flower hall.

The other party's expression was relaxed, casual and calm, like an outside spectator quietly enjoying a good show.

Little did he realize how serious the consequences would be if he forced the current Duke’s biological son to death today.

"The all-powerful Duke of Liang's Mansion in Tianjing is actually in the hands of a Liaodong military household.

It’s really unexpected that we have suffered such a huge setback.”

The driver with gray hair on his temples felt a chill in his heart and slowly walked up to Yang Que.

Turn your head, raise your palms, and use your feminine strength.

The shot was as fast as lightning, and without waiting for anyone to react, he suddenly hit the second young master's Tianling Gai.

Hearing only a "click", Yang Que trembled all over and lowered his head.

His whole body seemed to have had its bones removed, and he collapsed on the seat.

In an instant, life and life ceased.

"Second brother!"

Yang Ping'er's screams were heartbreaking, and pear blossoms rushed towards Yang Que's body like rain.

"I would also like to invite the third lady to express my condolences and accept the change. Ji will not stay for dinner and will rush back to pay errands."

There was no emotion in Ji Yuan's eyes, just like the villain in a story novel.

When he turned around to leave, he suddenly stopped and turned around and said:

"By the way, please prepare the wooden box and lime.

Ji wanted to take the first rank, so as not to disappoint the second young master."

"Ji Jiulang, don't bully others too much!"
To be continued...