With the powerful hands and eyes of the Yang family, it is not difficult to find some clues in this case.
Within a few days, officials from Wannian County came to report that the hemp rope tied to Young Master Yang Xuan's hand was a military item, and they suspected that this matter was done by someone in the military. Yang Zhao suppressed his heart.
Angry, he gave the county official a reward and ordered them to investigate the matter with all their strength. The county official was just a messenger, so he nodded and bowed, saying yes again and again.
As soon as the county official left, Yang Zhao immediately went into a rage. Who in the army had he had any trouble with? The matter was already obvious. It was obvious that Li Kuo was jealous of his indifference to him and had done something evil.
Revenge. I didn’t expect this kid to be so cruel at such a young age.
Okay, okay, since you are unkind, don’t blame Yang for being unjust!
Although Yang Zhao was born in the market, he was the most face-conscious. Since he believed that Li Kuo did this, he would not let it go. Of course, the Yang family itself is in crisis now and it is inconvenient to come forward publicly, but this does not mean that
He must not do anything secretly.
Isn't he just a soldier who can't stand up to the stage? As long as Yang Zhao hooks his finger, he can die without a burial place!
But at the moment, he has to concentrate on planning the incident of the imperial concubine's chance encounter with the emperor. It involves the prosperity and decline of the Yang family, and there is no room for his carelessness and distraction.
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The time is set on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, Little New Year’s Eve.
More than ten days were enough for Yang Zhao to make arrangements. He knew very well the status of the imperial concubine in His Majesty’s heart, but His Majesty couldn’t hold back such a face and took the initiative to speak! On the night of New Year’s Eve, under Yang Zhao’s strong recommendation, His Majesty the Emperor and his attendants
Go to Furong Garden.
Since he was traveling to Jiacheng, it did not attract much attention. When His Majesty the Emperor's special luxury carriage stopped at the gate of Furong Garden, even the officials in Qujiangfang did not know that the imperial chariot was coming.
Li Longji has been feeling very lonely these days. He thought he would be a little cleaner after sending away the imperial concubine, but unexpectedly he became even more upset. He couldn't live without this woman at all! He couldn't live without her!
Yang Zhao said that today was New Year's Eve and he wanted to give him a gift. It didn't matter, he just came out to relax, this guy has always thought about people's hearts, so I thought this gift wouldn't be too bad.
With this thought in mind, Li Longji strode towards the garden. To be honest, this Furong Garden was Yuhuan's favorite place, but now she was afraid she would still be staying in the Yang Mansion.
Things are different and people are different, things are different and people are different!
Sighing in his heart, Li Longji felt completely uninterested.
"Yang Qing, where is the surprise you said for me?" Li Longji glanced at Yang Zhao impatiently, his voice revealing a trace of dissatisfaction. He hated the whole house. Since Yuhuan was sent back to the house, he had no feelings for Yang Zhao.
His attitude has also become much colder.
"In reply to Your Majesty, the surprise is at the Spring Pond, please come here!" Yang Zhao half-bowed and extended one arm.
Li Longji coughed lightly and took the lead towards Chunchi.
This spring pond is a slightly larger pond, with water drawn from the Qujiang River. When the breeze blows in spring, the lake surface is covered with colorful fallen flowers. Because it is full of spring, it is called the spring pond.
It’s just that it’s the twelfth lunar month of winter, so obviously there won’t be any falling flowers, let alone the slightest hint of spring. The dark lake has long been covered with ice, and there are only bare branches under the vast sky.
Li Longji frowned. What was this Yang Zhao doing? What surprises could there be in such a decayed scene? With heavy doubts, he continued to walk forward, and finally turned around the bend of the pond.
I was stunned for a moment.
On the stone bridge high above the ice, red candles were lit all over the bridge. The red flames reflected the sky, making the night look like day. And in the middle of the stone bridge stood a woman, wearing a goose-yellow palace skirt, with a beautiful figure.
Plump and graceful, she is dancing gracefully.
Jade ring!
Li Longji felt his chest explode, and his mind suddenly went blank.
This scene has never been familiar or similar.
I remember that it was on this stone bridge when I first met Yuhuan. At that time, Maoer came to this hibiscus garden with Yuhuan. It was spring, flowers were blooming, warblers were flying, grass was growing, and beauties were singing...
At that time, the jade ring was dancing on the stone bridge, floating? Fantasy? Divine? Destined?
The same red candles reflect the sky, and the same beauty sings. It’s just that it was spring at that time, but it’s winter now. Their moods are probably different.
For some reason, Li Longji suddenly felt a trace of sadness. Perhaps he was lamenting the passage of time, or perhaps he was lamenting how old his appearance is. Between heaven and earth, what is worth embracing in this lifetime?
Power, money, or the so-called respect of thousands of people in Tumuna?
After more than 40 years as the Emperor of Peace, he has great power, why do he still feel so lonely? After more than 40 years as the Heavenly Khan, he has riches all over the world, why do he still feel so helpless?
To be a king is to steal the country.
He still remembered what Ying'er said before she died. At that time, he laughed at Ying'er for being ignorant. Now that he thinks about it, who is stupid and who is ignorant?
Did the king steal the country’s strength, or did the country steal the king’s heart?
Children, family, moral integrity, everything was stolen from him. Now, he is so poor that only his power and position are left!
No, he still has a jade ring!
Li Longji suddenly realized that in the end, all the power, fame and wealth were not as good as the deep love of family. Thinking about it, if there is no support from relatives, what is the use of having power? If there is no support from relatives, what is the use of power and position?
What's the point of getting fame and fortune if we share with each other?
"Yuhuan!" A warm breeze finally blew into Li Longji's frozen cheeks, and he felt the slightest warmth on his dry skin.
Li Longji took square steps towards the stone bridge, just like when he first met Yuhuan ten years ago.
Yang Yuhuan finally stopped dancing and looked at this rich man infatuatedly.
"Yuhuan!" Li Longji walked onto the stone bridge and hugged Yang Yuhuan's body. "Why is it so cold? Why is it so icy? Quick, put on this coat." After saying that, he took off his coat.
It covered Yang Yuhuan's body.
"Sanlang, I..." Yang Yuhuan's eyes were filled with tears, and she gritted her teeth and couldn't bear to shed them.
"Don't say anything, I understand." Li Longji brushed Yang Yuhuan's crystal cheek with his big hand, and said in a low voice: "It's all my fault, I blame you."
The voice was so low that no one else could hear it. Yang Yuhuan was annoyed that he was still caring about face at this time, so he turned away and said, "Since Sanlang doesn't believe Yuhuan, why did he come to me again?"
Li Longji gently turned Yang Yuhuan's body around and said: "Isn't it because Yuhuan seduces me so much that I don't even think about food and drink? Besides, when did I ever say that I don't trust Yuhuan? It's just some petty rumor makers.
I will definitely find out who spread the rumors and restore Yuhuan’s innocence!"
"Sanlang is so bad!" Yang Yuhuan glanced at Li Longji resentfully, her voice full of sadness. The sweet words she spoke at this time showed how she had been through this month.
"Yuhuan said, what should I be punished for?" Li Longji has completely fallen into the love web woven by Yang Yuhuan, and it will be difficult to escape.
"Do you really want to be punished?"
"You really need to be punished!"
"Okay then, I'll punish Sanlang to sing with me!" Yang Yuhuan said softly, half leaning on Li Longji's arm.
This request is a bit unreasonable. How can it be that Li Longji, the majestic king of a country, sings and sings like an actor? Although in the palace, he often played drums and danced for Yuhuan, but after all, it was a matter of happiness.
As a result, it was the first time in Li Longji's life that he was asked to sing like this.
"Sanlang doesn't agree?" Yang Yuhuan said in a slightly annoyed voice and frowned slightly.
"Yes, of course yes!" Li Longji cleared his throat and asked, "What song do you want to sing?"
"Just sing the little order we filled in." Yang Yuhuan bit her lip slightly and whispered.
Of course, Li Longji knew that the little order was a short verse that the two of them had written for the song Nishang Yuyi. Although he was a little surprised, he still nodded.
This poem has never been made public, and no one knows about it except the two of them.
"The fragrance of a prosperous age, a beautiful love that changes forever. The colorful clothes and feathers shocked the capital, holding hands and expressing deep love!"
Li Longji held Yang Yuhuan's arm affectionately and sang slowly.
"The shadow of a giant is passing by, and the moon looks like a gauze on the Chinese Valentine's Day. Outside the Hall of Eternal Life, we are destined to be together for three lives, and we will never be apart for life!"
Yang Yuhuan rushed to the second sentence before Li Longji, her eyes were full of emotion and emotion.
"The fragrance of hundreds of flowers cannot bear to overwhelm the country and the city. The flowers on the road are withered and scattered into mud, but they must still be supported by each other..."
A familiar tune came out from the mouths of the two of them, full of tenderness and sweetness, and a peaceful sound. But without the concerto of Hu Jia Jie drum and the accompanying dancer of the beauty Gong E, this tune no longer resembled the one played in the hall.
It is so majestic and majestic. Under the plain moonlight, the minor tune looks even more pale and resentful.
"A prosperous place, a page of paper, a wisp of smoke at the front... A few wisps of red whiskers are bright, and a sword of fine frost is stuck in the cold weather. The man raised his eyebrows and vowed to serve the country. If the Loulan is not destroyed, he will never return it!" (Note)
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The soft tone suddenly changed at this moment, and the chaffinch flying among the branches transformed into a Kunpeng, soaring into the sky. At this moment, Li Longji seemed to understand something.
The great thief is actually stealing the country, so at that time, the country also has a thief's heart.
Late at night on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month in the eighth year of Tianbao, the evening wind beside the spring pond in Furong Garden was very cold.
Note 1: Quoted from the Tang Dynasty's Song of Beauty, some lyrics have been changed, special explanation.
ps: This volume is over. It was very difficult to write. It seems that I am still good at the military. I have finally finished the volume! In the next volume of Yang Guan Die, let’s see how Qilang counterattacks!
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