In the setting sun, the afterglow of the disabled sun was reflected in a grassland in the East Courtyard of the Jinwangfu. Yang Yuanqing's whole body armor was stood up.
The flowers are fascinating, and his shadow is getting faster and faster, and gradually becomes a fire.
Yang Yuanqing focused on, his law did not move. At that time, Yuwen Chengdu had only sixteen -character formulas in the booklet. He finally realized the essence of the sixteen words.
There are no tricks on the battlefield. The battle situation is ever -changing and the tricks are ever -changing, but the changes are inseparable. As long as he understands the sixteen words, he is a top master.
Yang Yuanqing has always felt that this is a bit like Dugu Jiujian in Xiao Ao Jianghu, which is really the same.
Tomorrow is the day of decisive battle. He dare not care about it at all, and there is no light enemy at all. After all, He Ruohuan is the five generals recognized by the army.
There are also rumors in this way, but Yang Yuanqing knows that the real master's decisive battle can often be seen in one or two moves. At this time, physical strength is not important. The important thing is speed, strength and experience.
Yang Yuanqing's recruitment style, for a while, the shadow disappeared, he inserted the long -sized heavily into the soil, and then turned around.
Yang Zhao applauded gently, and sincerely praised: "It's really amazing!"
Yang Zhao's body was obese. Although he was not suitable for martial arts, he was well -informed. He would recognize the martial arts high and low. Yang Yuanqing's martial arts really admired him.
Sit on a big stone next to him, Yang Zhao patted the empty position beside him, "You sit down! I have something to say to you."
Yang Yuanqing took the towel and wiped the sweat on his forehead, and slowly walked to Yang Zhao and sat down and laughed: "In fact, just looking for feelings, really fighting with him, I am afraid that you only need to see it in two or three tricks."
Yang Zhao frowned, "Yuan Qing, although it is meaningless now, but my original intention, this kind of gambling fighting life and death is a vulgar vulgar, you are Han, you can ignore him."
Yang Yuanqing shook his head, "This has nothing to do with the nation, and the hatred between him and I are too deep, it is really necessary to die."
"But you are only less than sixteen years old, and he has enjoyed the rich and rich, which is too unfair to you." Yang Zhao sighed.
"His Royal Highness, why will it be me?"
Yang Yuanqing laughed: "I am very confident, I think it must be that he defeats."
"Talk about it, why are you confident?" Yang Zhao asked with a smile.
Yang Yuanqing said faintly: "It's simple. His knife has been softened by gentle town, and I just returned from the blood battle from the sand field, and the murderousness has not disappeared."
"It makes sense!"
Yang Zhao nodded, he groaned, and said slowly: "Just now the father emperor sent someone to send a letter, he still had a few words to add, let me explain to you again."
........ Qi Wangfu, Qi Wang Yang's staff Chen Zhiwei hurriedly entered the palace. He walked all the way to Yang Yan's study room for a while.
The two Yang Yan's personal guards stopped him and shook his head at him. Chen Zhiwei was stunned. Suddenly he heard the woman's laughter in the room, and immediately understood, and quickly stood next to the waiting.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, the door opened, and a young woman with slightly messy hair walked out quickly, the blush on her face not fading. Chen Zhiwei was secretly surprised. This woman was the sister of Princess Qi, who was married to the general.
Yuan Shou's son, why did she hook up with King Qi?
"Who is outside?" came the question from the room, King Yang Jian of Qi.
"This is my subordinate, Chen Zhiwei."
"Come in!"
Chen Zhiwei walked into the study quickly. There was an unpleasant smell in the study. Chen Zhiwei couldn't help but twitching his nose when he thought about what had happened in this room. Yang Xian sat behind the desk and looked cold.
Looking at him.
Yang Xian's cold eyes made Chen Zhiwei shiver. He hurriedly bowed and said: "I have received the latest news. In the life-and-death battle between He Ruobi and Yang Yuanqing, Dugu Zheng will be the mediator."
"what else?"
"Also, Yang Yuanqing currently lives in Prince Jin's Mansion."
Yang Xian's face softened a little, and he added: "I already know this. I want to know if He Ruobi and the others have any other means?"
"Probably not. Our people said that He Ruobi was practicing martial arts hard in the mansion today."
"snort!"
Yang Jing sneered disdainfully, "I usually play with women until my legs get weak, but now I think of practicing martial arts. It's too late!"
"Your Highness, do you want us to help He Ruobi and let him kill Yang Yuanqing directly?"
Yang Xian stood up and walked a few steps with his hands behind his back. He was very conflicted. Yang Yuanqing lived in Yang Zhao's house, which made him feel a potential threat. He knew the importance of Yang Su. Once Yang Su was really dragged to Shanxi because of his grandson Yang Yuanqing,
Wang's side was very unfavorable to him. It would be good if He Ruobi could use He Ruobi's help to kill Yang Yuanqing and eliminate this potential danger.
But Yang Xian was thinking about another thing. He heard that his father had intervened in this fight in some way. If he kept the secret secret and his father knew that he was secretly manipulating the matter, he might cause his father's anger.
He was extremely angry, which was even more detrimental to himself.
Yang Jian weighed the pros and cons in his mind and felt very conflicted. Chen Zhiwei understood Yang Jian's worries very well. He smiled and offered advice: "Actually, Yang Yuanqing is just a concubine of the Yang family. As far as I know, he has been independent since he was a child.
The Yang family doesn't like him. The reason why he lives in Prince Jin's Mansion today is because he can't stay in Yang Mansion anymore. Your Highness might as well make a fuss about this and reduce his influence on Yang Su. I think it will be more
safe."
Chen Zhiwei's plan was to pull the trigger, which made Yang Gong very satisfied. Moreover, Yang Yuanqing should be returning to Dali City soon, so he really didn't need to take it too seriously.
He nodded, "We don't want to participate in this life and death fight. We can stay out of it, but Yang Su has to fight for it and use snacks. I must find a way to get Yang Su to support me."
"Bizhong understands it. Now he's going to find a way."
"Wait a minute!"
Just as Chen Zhiwei was about to leave, Yang Jian stopped him again and coldly ordered: "Kill that little housekeeper in He Ruobi's house!"
Chen Zhiwei couldn't help but shudder. It was this little housekeeper who told He Ruobi that Yang Yuanqing had returned to Beijing. He had just bribed him yesterday and was going to kill him today? Chen Zhiwei did not dare to argue, so he agreed and slowly retreated.
Yang Xun's eyes fell on a jade corner on the table. He picked it up, weighed it gently, and couldn't help but put it in front of his nose and smell it, with a proud smile on his face.
......... In the past twenty years, He Ruobi has never been as focused on martial arts as he is today. In the back garden, He Ruobi was wearing a purple warrior robe, a golden crown on his head, and danced a large sword like a sword.
The wind roared loudly and the sword shone like snow.
He Ruobi is sixty years old this year, but he is still strong and strong in martial arts, especially his archery skills. Five years ago, he had an arrow competition with a Turkic man. He shot an arrow into a bird's feather on the wall from a hundred steps away, which impressed the Turkic man.
Yang Jian was greatly appreciated.
Although He Ruobi was highly skilled in martial arts, his character was not good. He had a bad temper, was reckless, and was particularly narrow-minded. He was bound to retaliate. In the ninth year of Emperor Kaihuang's reign, Chen was destroyed. He and Han Qinhu simultaneously attacked the capital of the Southern Dynasties.
In the palace, He Ruobi was a step too late, and Han Qinhu grabbed the master Chen first. He Ruobi became furious and drew his sword several times to challenge Han Qinhu in a duel, hoping to compete for the top spot.
He refused to let go of a small military achievement, let alone the revenge of murdering his son. Yang Yuanqing left Beijing and went north. The deep-rooted hatred of killing his son had been deposited in He Ruobi's heart for more than a month. This time Yang Yuanqing returned to Beijing again, the hatred in his heart
The fire burst out uncontrollably.
He Ruobi wielded an eighty-pound sword, and there was a wooden stake in front of him. At this time, the wooden stake gradually turned into Yang Yuanqing in his eyes. He wanted to spit out fire with hatred in his eyes. He roared and chopped it at the waist, "Crack!"
With a sound, the wooden pile was split into two pieces. He Ruobi thrust the big knife into the ground hard and burst into laughter. He seemed to have a scene in his mind where Yang Yuanqing was split into two pieces by his knife.
A plump maid hurriedly came forward with a wooden plate and raised a bowl of buttermilk in front of him. He Ruobi picked up the buttermilk and drank it all in one gulp. Mao shrugged and reached into the maid's clothes with his big hand.
, kneading the maid's plump breasts hard, the maid's face turned red, and she shouted softly, "Master!"
Only then did He Ruobi realize that his eldest son, He Ruosheng, was standing behind him. He had to withdraw his hand and asked displeasedly: "What's the matter?"
He Ruosheng saw something he shouldn't have seen, his face was full of embarrassment, and he bowed and said: "Father, Marquis Pingxiang is here, waiting in the study outside."
"I see!"
He Ruobi took another towel from the plate to wipe his sweat, threw it to the maid, and went out to the study. He Ruosheng walked a few steps quickly, followed his father, and said behind him: "Father, why don't we let the child go up tomorrow!"
"you?"
He Ruobi looked back at his son and snorted: "Your martial arts skills are not even comparable to those of ordinary generals, and you still want to fight Yang Yuanqing. Aren't you going to die?"
"But my father is old. If there are any shortcomings..."
"Enough!"
He Ruobi interrupted his son unhappily, "Don't talk nonsense now!"
After a pause, he said coldly: "If I die, you will naturally inherit my title. What are you worried about?"
He Ruosheng didn't dare to say a word. He really felt embarrassed that his father, who was so old and a dignified Duke of Song, had to fight to the death with a young general.
.........He Ruobi pushed the door open and entered the study. In the study, a middle-aged man was drinking tea slowly. He Ruobi didn't like drinking tea. He had the best Mengding tea in his house.
It is used to entertain guests.
When the middle-aged man saw He Ruobi coming in, he quickly stood up and saluted with a smile, "It seems that Brother He Ruobi is very confident!"
The middle-aged man's name is Dugu Zheng, the seventh son of the famous Northern Zhou general Dugu Xin. He is fifty years old this year. He is worshiped as the governor of Youzhou. Due to Yang Liang's rebellion, he returned to Beijing for temporary refuge. It was he who secretly informed Yang Liang, the governor of Youzhou.
Dou Kang is suspected of colluding with Yang Liang.
The Dugu family can be regarded as the first noble family in Guanlong, not only because Dugu Xin was the pillar of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, but also because Yang Jian's queen Dugu Jialuo was the daughter of Dugu Xin, which made the Dugu family particularly favored in the early Sui Dynasty.
Xin's eight sons and dozens of grandchildren are either high-ranking officials in the imperial court or hold important positions in the military, holding great military power.
The Dugu family and the Heruo family were family friends and related by marriage. He Ruobi's deceased second son, He Ruojin, married a daughter of the Dugu family.
He Ruobi nodded, "Qi Lang, please sit down!"
The two of them sat down respectively. Dugu Zheng took something out of his bag and put it on the table. He smiled and said, "This is for you."