In the main hall of the Yang family, after listening to Yang Weicai's report, Yang Tianchang jumped up from his chair in an instant, frowned, and shouted.
When he and his second son trapped Yang Shuli in the room and burned her to death, only the old man should know about it in the whole house. However, for the sake of the reputation of the Yang family, my father never mentioned it to anyone else. People always said that Yang Shuli accidentally knocked over the candlestick and caused the incident.
How could Tang Ji know the truth about the fire?
Yang Weicai stood beside him and bowed slightly: "Let me report this to the master of the family. I guess it was the bitch Bai Han who leaked it!"
"Bai Han?" Yang Tianchang clenched his hands into fists with a slightly fierce look in his eyes: "If it weren't for the old man's protection back then, I would have gotten rid of her long ago... Didn't you go to the Tang family to ask for someone? Where is that bitch?
?”
Hearing this, Yang Weicai shrunk slightly, lowered his head and whispered back: "Qi...Qi family master, Tang Ji is unwilling to let him go."
"No, don't you have a contract?" Yang Tianchang stared at him and asked.
Yang Weicai's old hands were sweating: "The contract has been torn."
Immediately, he told everything that happened outside Ji Ranju.
After listening, Yang Tianchang showed an angry face: "You are a waste who has failed to achieve anything but failed. Who asked you to go to Tang Ji alone and bring the contract with you?"
After the master of the house lectured, Yang Weicai naturally did not dare to say a word and stood there honestly.
After a while, Yang Tianchang's anger subsided, he adjusted his breathing, exhaled his breath, glared at Yang Weicai again before sitting down on the chair again, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, humming softly: "Even if he knows,
What can he do? It has been so many years since the incident, and there is no evidence. If he wants to take revenge, I will accompany him to the end!"
Even so, he still felt a little uneasy in his heart, and regretted not sending more people to kill Tang Ji last year, which caused him to grow to such an extent.
...
Night fell, and it was already the end of the month. The waning moon in the night sky was obscured by thick clouds. The wind was a bit strong, and the trees everywhere in Kyoto were blown loudly.
At this time, in the brightly lit room in Prince Jin's palace, Li Xian was lying on the bed, eating the food fed by his maid Sui'er.
At the round table not far away, a man in a yellow robe was holding a wine glass, his eyes were a little sinister, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "I originally wanted to use Shen Yunchu to deal with Tang Ji, but I didn't expect that boy to always run to Shen's house these days.
, God is really helping me!”
Hearing this, Li Xian's eyes widened instantly and he exclaimed: "Uncle Emperor, you don't want to attack Shen Di, do you?"
Shen Di is a veteran of two dynasties, and can be said to be the mainstay of the court today. His father and emperor value him very much, but his uncle actually wants to attack him?
Sui'er, who was squatting aside, was also a little panicked. As a result, the food he had just scooped into the spoon was stuffed into Li Xian's mouth before he could blow it, causing the latter to grin and grin. After reacting, he quickly knelt on the ground: "I'm sorry.
, Your Majesty, this servant didn’t do it on purpose.”
"Do you want to burn me to death?" Li Xian glared at her angrily, but soon turned his attention to Li Yan and waved his hand casually: "You go down first, don't mix what you just heard.
Anyone say otherwise..."
Sui'er nodded in response, stood up and bowed before exiting the room.
Soon, Li Xian squirmed twice on the bed, adjusted his position, and continued: "Uncle Emperor, if my father knows that you have done something to Shen Di, my father will never let you off lightly!"
Li Yan looked back at the door and sneered: "Shen Di is already old, how many more years can he be useful in the court? Even if the emperor can really find out the truth, he won't take away the book. The king’s life, right? Moreover, I have already made arrangements, so even the Xingchen Division will find it difficult to find out about me!”
Li Xian frowned slightly. Prime Minister Shen had a very high status and was highly regarded by his father. If he died because of Tang Ji, the boy would definitely be severely punished, at least exiled. But if the matter was exposed, his father would know that the emperor was trying to frame him. A new minister who was favored by him in the court was risking the life of an old minister. It was hard to say whether the emperor's uncle would survive. When he came to his senses, he wanted to continue to persuade: "But the emperor's uncle..."
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Li Yan raising his hand: "Okay, I have made up my mind. Tang Ji has been arrogant since he entered the capital. He must dampen his spirit, otherwise he will forget whose family rules the world." !”
Immediately, he put the tea cup in his hand on the table, stood up and looked at Li Xian: "And you, Xian'er, don't be discouraged because of temporary setbacks. Zhang Xiuhao is gone, but the official department is still in our hands. I have already made an agreement with Cao Kanghui that he will continue to support you. You should recover from your injuries now and then take back everything you have lost!"
Hearing this, Li Xian couldn't help but remember the provincial examination, and suddenly became angry. After muttering the names of Tang Ji and Li Yu, he raised his eyes and replied: "I understand, thank you, uncle. In that case, Uncle Emperor should be more careful in his actions."
"Yes." Li Yan replied softly and walked straight to the door: "Then I will go back first."
"Uncle Emperor, walk slowly."
After a while, the room became quiet again, Li Xian's chin rested on the pillow, and thoughts were flying in his mind.
Although the emperor's uncle looked very confident, Tang Ji had never been defeated since he entered the capital. Let's not talk about whether he could be framed. Even if he could, would his father really be willing to send him into the army? But he couldn't stop the emperor now. Uncle, I just hope everything goes smoothly!
Li Xian shook his head to stop his random thoughts, and then shouted toward the door: "Sui'er, where is my food?"
...
In the afternoon of the next day, I went to the Hubu Yamen.
It has been some time since the agricultural reform started, and the feedback from Gyeonggi and several nearby states has been very good. Next, we are waiting to promote it nationwide, so Tang Ji has been completely idle these days, sitting in the government office every day. Just write novels.
He finished writing the first chapter of "Dragon Babu", and just stretched his waist, but found that the two principals sitting next to him had stood up, and following their gazes, he discovered that there was someone standing at the door. Two charming shadows.
"See Princess Zhaoyang, Princess Jingyang."
"It's really boring. I even said you were going to scare him, but you all messed it up!" Li Yue pursed her jade lips, glanced at the two principals angrily, and then took Li Qingmeng's hand and walked straight to Tang Ji: "Tang Ji, where is my book?"
"If you don't come again, I will send you home." Tang Ji handed her a blue-shell book that he had prepared in advance, and then looked at Li Qingmeng next to him: "Why did you bring Jingyang? "
Li Yue fondly touched the new volume of "A Chinese Ghost Story", then glanced sideways at Li Qingmeng, and said casually: "Oh, the Imperial College has been quite boring these days, and Jingyang's daily class time has been reduced a lot. I happened to meet you on the road, and I heard that I came to see you, so I had to follow you."
Li Qingmeng pinched her little hands and saw that her long skirt had some wrinkles. She quickly straightened it and smiled lightly at Tang Ji.
Tang Ji shrugged his shoulders indifferently, glanced at the sky outside the room, and calculated that it was almost time to leave the office, so he did not intend to continue writing, and picked up the teacup on the table: "Okay, I'll give you the book, hurry up.
Bar."
Li Yue blinked her beautiful eyes, nodded, and planned to leave with Li Qingmeng.
Unexpectedly, the latter actually took Tang Ji's hand, blinked and asked, "Master Tang, can you be my consort?"