Mythological Native Species

Gently sent away the last group of guests who came to settle the relationship.

Yang Xiaoyun smiled and closed the door, and soon there was a crackling sound in the room, and even the house built of nanmu shook a few times, and many tiles fell.

I don't know how much disturbance was going on in this house.

With the naked eye, everything that could be dismantled was dismantled. Only then did Yang Xiaoyun calm down a little, his fists clenched, his knuckles turning white.

Today's morning, as usual, he didn't go in the name of patrolling.

It is expected that during the Daqing Dynasty, from the emperor to the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, all they thought about was how to abandon Yangcheng and flee to Jiannan.

Today's Daqing is like a broken ship sailing in the wind and waves, and everyone on this ship is not worried about saving it. Hold on for another hour and a half.

And he, Yang Xiaoyun, was just a thief who got into the boat.

He seemed to be thinking about this ship, but in fact he was thinking about how to quietly transfer the treasures from this ship to his own ship.

It's just that Yang Xiaoyun never expected that the always faint and incompetent Emperor Jiazheng would silently hold back such a bad move. In the absence of himself and unable to refuse on the spot, he was established as the prince, and directly to the world.

There was even an agreement on the 'five rules for retreating from the Tartars', basically to the effect that if Yang Xiaoyun could drive the Tartars out of the country, then this country would be handed over.

From the point of view of the ignorant and ignorant people, today's Emperor Jiazheng has made an extremely huge and costly decision. It can be said that he gave up the country left by his ancestors for the sake of the people of the world...

Shit!

What is left of Daqing's country? In addition to the corrupt officials of the Manchu Dynasty, it was the scorched earth and ruins that were occupied by the rebels and the Tartars.

People's heart?

That thing has long been tossed and cleaned up by several consecutive scumbags, including Emperor Jiazheng.

The treasury was empty early enough to starve the mice to death, and the rest of the army had already been eaten up by Yang Xiaoyun, which was Yang Xiaoyun's bag.

The only good thing might be the righteous name.

But this kind of vain thing is of very limited use to Yang Xiaoyun.

But... as it happens, the news has now spread.

If Yang Xiaoyun refuses to accept at this time and becomes the 'Prince', it means that he refuses to accept the task of defending against the Tartars.

These were originally two things, but they were abruptly mixed into one.

As a result, Yang Xiaoyun didn't say that he would betray his relatives immediately, but all the preparations he had made before were all in vain. In the name of resisting the Tartars and recovering the mountains and rivers, the righteous men from all sides, and the Daqing soldiers who were brought back to their subordinates for this reason, most of them would be detached and difficult to dispatch.

The current Yang Xiaoyun has been cornered, and it is difficult to ride a tiger.

"Who is it! Who is it? Is he secretly plotting against me?" Yang Xiaoyun only had a moment of doubt in his mind, and he had already found the answer.

Concealed by the 'Chan' turmoil, another protagonist of today's early court, the national teacher Li Jianchen...

Different from Yang Xiaoyun's 'The Crown Prince', this Li Jianchen showed his face in the early morning, although... it was only his flying sword that went there.

The flying sword circled around the beam for a few times, and then turned into a rainbow light and broke through the clouds. Many courtiers who had inexplicably had an extra national teacher and had quite a few criticisms changed their tune and no longer objected.

Even because of this, he no longer questioned the claim that Yang Xiaoyun was named 'Prince Prince'.

In the final analysis, those so-called civil and military people of the Manchu Dynasty, who are really capable, boned, and bloody, have long since died or left, and the rest of the poor people also know that Daqing is hopeless. At this time, if Emperor Jiazheng wanted to do any more tricks, most of them were left to him.

dong dong dong!

There was a knock on the door.

Before Yang Xiaoyun could answer, someone pushed the door and entered.

Dressed in Tsing Yi, with delicate eyebrows, the most attractive thing is still the agile and unparalleled water-cut pupils.

Even though she is a mother of two children and her eldest daughter is already twenty-eight years old, the woman who pushed in the door still looks like eighteen years ago, when the two first met at Panchun Lake, she was full of girlishness , time seems to treat her with special preference.

"Madam! Why are you here?" Yang Xiaoyun squeezed out a rather reluctant smile and asked his wife as gently as before.

Situ Huiyun was unaware of the dilapidation and corruption around her, and walked slowly to Yang Xiaoyun's side, holding a bowl of lotus seed porridge in her hand.

"You haven't eaten for a day. I'm afraid you won't be able to make it, so I cooked you a bowl of lotus seed porridge." Situ Huiyun said.

Yang Xiaoyun sighed and said with a heavy eyebrow, "You know, I can't eat anything right now."

The table had been smashed, so Situ Huiyun could only continue to carry the hot porridge, but whispered, "If you don't eat some, if you can enter the palace tonight to see the emperor who suddenly enlightened?"

Yang Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment, his eyes skyrocketing: "You mean...but this way, will you be too anxious?"

Situ Huiyun chuckled softly, her voice like a silver bell: "The critical moment of life and death has arrived at this time, and one more day of delay will make you more passive. Although you are a little anxious, this matter is not completely useless for you. Your righteousness is already in your body. Kill Emperor Jiazheng, and then you can pass the matter on to the Tartars."

"If you have your reputation and the imperial decree of Emperor Jiazheng promises you to become the emperor, you will definitely respond. With Yangcheng as the foundation, and then in the name of the emperor, you can amnesty the world, and gather all the princes to gather in Yangcheng to defend against the Tartars. The princes of the world, even if they are reluctant, can only obey."

"As soon as they enter Yangcheng, they will be in your hands. In this way...the big event will be accomplished."

Situ Huiyun analyzed all the forms clearly for Yang Xiaoyun in three or two sentences.

Indeed, Yang Xiaoyun's current situation seems dangerous, but if he can cut through the mess quickly and remove those possible barriers, then the rest will be all benefits.

And all of this is based on one foundation... Emperor Jiazheng must die 'suddenly' in the shortest possible time.

Picking up the lotus seed porridge in the tray, Yang Xiaoyun drank it straight away.

Situ Huiyun looked at Yang Xiaoyun, who had regained her strength, with a smile on her face, and she retired as if she had never spoken.

A really smart woman will know when to stop. If you show your superiority and intelligence in front of your husband, it will destroy your relationship!

Sometimes men are always like children. Taking care of their face is a vital practice.

The night was dark and windy, it was really good weather for killing people.

Dressed in black, Yang Xiaoyun broke into the palace, as if entering a realm of no one.

The guards, who just lay in the flowers and mud all night, repeated the experience of last night again.

Compared to Feng Lin, who had to lure Emperor Jiazheng out with the scent of wine, Yang Xiaoyun was much more direct.

He had long known through the spies who were placed in the palace that Emperor Jiazheng was staying at the residence of Concubine Zhu and Concubine Chan tonight.

Um! In a sense, perhaps the shortage of rooms in the palace is not necessarily all bad for Emperor Jiazheng. At least... those concubines who had to be a little bit more polite now have no reason to refuse the absurdity of three people walking together.

Using soft force to break the latch on the door, Yang Xiaoyun looked at the quilt on the bed in the room that was shaking constantly, and the corners of his mouth covered under the face towel with a faint sneer.

He raised his palm. Originally known to the world, his extremely fierce palm force was turned into an incomparably feminine force, rushing towards the person in the quilt.

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