Chapter 4 Practicing martial arts at the age of eight
"presumptuous!"
Yang Yong, who was far away in the pavilion by the lake, saw this and became furious.
This little bastard is getting more and more outrageous. He even dares to beat his own son?
Yang Yong knew that this boy was extremely favored by his father, the emperor and his mother. In the entire East Palace, only he and Crown Princess Yuan Zhen could teach Yang Ming a lesson. The rest did not have the courage or qualifications.
So he stood up, pulled out a sword from the guard on the side, and walked towards Yang Ming menacingly.
For a moment, the music stopped and the dancing stopped, and everyone stared at this unexpected situation with dumbfounded eyes.
Yang Ming is also scared
This uncle of his is a straight-tempered man. He has no authority or scheming. He comes up with whatever he thinks and does whatever he does.
In ordinary people's homes, he would be a normal person, but in the royal family, he would be an idiot.
Such a person would really dare to take the knife after witnessing his son's head being shot.
Yang Ming quickly retreated and said repeatedly:
"He actually wants you to be my mole? What a traitor."
"As a junior, I dare not attack my uncle. Even if I know it is against my grandfather's will, I would rather be punished than insult my elders."
He immediately thought that he must have committed something and his father, queen and mother knew about it, so he asked the Qilin puppy to warn him.
"I don't know?" Yang Yong was a little confused. What things had he done during this period that would make the Second Saint unhappy?
Yang Yong held his breath and looked at Li Gang, hoping he could give him an idea.
"It can work!" Yang Ming showed a silly smile.
"My nephew is here to beat uncle on the orders of his grandparents. Uncle, please calm down first."
The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong, so he hurried back to prevent the situation from getting serious.
"Gold!" Yang Yong said again.
Yang Jian slapped the dragon case with his palm and said angrily:
Yang Yong held the sword in his hand, frowning and saying nothing.
Li Gang is a sensible person. He has already seen that the emperor and empress were unhappy with Yang Yong during this period, and Yang Ming was only eleven years old, so how could he falsely pass on the imperial edict.
Yang Yong felt guilty after hearing this. Is it true?
"Okay, go ahead and swing, you kid, please hold back your strength. I know you were practicing martial arts when you were eight years old."
After pondering for a long time, Yang Yong suddenly threw away his sword and ordered his injured eldest son to be taken down to apply medicine and bandage. Then he came over with a smile, lifted Yang Ming up from the ground with his own hands, and helped him dust off his body.
The more critical this moment was, the more the prince had to restrain himself, and he even had to find ways to please the Supreme Holy Queen and win back his parents' favor.
"You kid, you should have told me earlier," Yang Yong's expression at this time was exactly the kind of pampering an uncle should have for his nephew.
He is a fool, but he is not stupid.
Young people should respect their elders, which is an unshakable iron law here in Yang Jian's house, and it is also the family rules and etiquette in the homes of secular people.
"You kid, how can you beat me in front of so many people? I'm the prince, and if you beat me, wouldn't you be disregarding the majesty of the royal family? Since it's a process, just mean it, don't be so stubborn.
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Yang Ming retracted the table legs very happily this time and nodded: "Uncle has been punished."
Yang Ming suddenly pretended to be frightened and hurriedly knelt down and said:
Yang Yong raised his eyebrows and looked at Yang Ming: "Why do my father, the emperor, and my mother let you beat me? What crime do I have?"
Yang Ming pretended to be stupid and said: "I don't know."
"If you are a wise boy, the gold will be delivered to your Yuehua Palace tonight. From now on, if there is any news from my father, the emperor and my mother, you will inform me. Don't worry, the benefits will be yours."
Unexpectedly, Li Gang said: "Holy orders cannot be violated. Your Highness should ask His Highness to return early and return to the throne, and then His Highness will personally go to the Second Saint to plead guilty."
Yang Jian frowned and looked at his grandson and said with a smile: "How could Qilin'er disobey me because of a small amount of property? Why didn't you knock it down?"
Isn't it possible? How could the father, the emperor, let the second son come and beat me? I have done nothing wrong and I am the elder of the Qilin Puppy. How could the father, the emperor and the queen have such a strange will?
"One hundred taels."
Yang Yong squatted on the ground and suddenly felt something was wrong. This boy's master was very powerful. The apprentice he taught wasn't too bad, right?
So he hurriedly said:
This kick didn't hurt Yang Ming. After all, he was practicing martial arts at the age of eight, so he still had some foundation. Otherwise, he wouldn't have blown Yang Yan's head off with a stick.
"It is indeed the will of my grandparents. If you don't believe me, please send someone to ask."
To set up a direct descendant is to grow up, not to be virtuous; to set up a son to be noble, not to grow up.
Yang Ming shook his head: "Uncle, please cooperate. My nephew is just going through the process. You have to let me go back so that I can recover."
Although he doesn't want to see Li Gang, this old boy does have his own ideas, but he is usually too talkative and always restrains himself which is very annoying.
"Fart you!"
Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and decided to swing it down.
It happened that Li Gang came back at this time, and he clasped his hands towards Yang Yonglue and said:
"Your Highness will never lie. This move must be the intention of the Supreme and the Holy Queen. Although I don't know the reason, I still ask Your Highness to kneel down and accept the punishment."
"You stupid kid," Yang Yong subconsciously wanted to slap Yang Ming, but ended up waving his arm in the air. After Li Gang's dry cough, he replaced it with a close touch.
"Yes! As for that idiot from the Ministry of Rites, find him a cool place to stay." Dugu Jialuo nodded.
"Bastard thing!"
"Okay, uncle, don't worry. How strong can my nephew be? What I practiced was all fake moves."
Regardless of ministers, merchants, scholars or common people, all behave according to this etiquette.
When he heard the word "Crown Prince", Yang Jian was obviously startled, and his mood instantly became calm and relaxed.
Damn it, so awesome? Yang Ming had to admit that this couple was definitely a pair of ruthless people made in heaven.
Yang Ming was stunned and said quickly: "My nephew didn't hit me. If he responded like this, wouldn't he be deceiving the emperor?"
"When you go back and tell your parents, tell me that I have been punished."
It seems not.
After thinking for a long time, Yang Yong took Yang Ming's little hand and entered a forest. After twists and turns, he came to a quiet and uninhabited bamboo forest.
Although Yang Yong was very unsatisfactory, Yang Jian had never thought of abolishing the crown prince. After all, he was the eldest son. All the systems and etiquette of the Sui Dynasty were based on the Zhou rites. The "eldest son inheritance" was clearly recorded in the Zhou rites.
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Yang Jian calmed down, and after pondering for a while, he said in a deep voice:
"Have someone hang that woman to death to prevent the news from spreading."
Dugu Jialuo sneered from the side and said: "How can such a person be the crown prince if he doesn't even know what stupid things he has done?"
As he spoke, Yang Ming raised the table legs with both hands and was about to swing them down.
Yang Ming still shook his head: "Uncle, if you feel embarrassed, then let's move to a place where no one is around. In short, I will definitely use this stick."
Yang Yong didn't really dare to use the knife, but kicked Yang Ming in the chest, and immediately kicked Yang Ming to the ground.
If he abolishes his savings, it will not only be a matter of replacing the heir, but also taking the lead in not following etiquette and law, which is not a trivial matter.
"How could your father let a junior come and beat me up? You are doing it wrong!"
But then I thought about it, Yang Ming didn’t have the guts to pretend to convey the will?
Yang Yong immediately said angrily:
"Don't be so honest. My father, emperor and mother don't know whether I was beaten or not. If I don't tell you and you don't tell me, who knows?" Yang Yong winked.
Yang Yong grinned, stood up and patted Yang Ming on the shoulder:
Sure enough, Yang Jian found this sentence very helpful, stroking his beard and smiling:
"It's still my son Mingli."
Yang Ming secretly called it a risk, but he also knew that as long as he considered the issue from the couple's perspective and figured out their intentions, it wouldn't be that difficult.
Just like why he dared to attack Yang Yan, it was because Yang Yan had no status with Yang Jian and his wife.
When I was six years old, my front teeth were knocked out because of Yang Yan's fault. This time I took revenge.