The princess and the lord are brothers and sisters

"Wine and song, life geometry……"

Yang Yingjun helplessly pinned down his younger sister's waving arm, and said, "You drink too much! Stop drinking, you just have a cold, so why not drink wine!"

Yang Meili hooked his neck and said with a grin: "Yang Yingjun, tell me...do you think Wu Yao is stupid? The son-in-law of Dongzhu Kingdom, how many people...how many people can't wait... "

Yang Yingjun sighed, and said: "Don't think about it anymore, the princess of Dongzhu Kingdom has already left, so it's useless for you to think about it."

"Yeah, she left, but... but Wu Yao's heart... Wu Yao's heart also went with her..." Yang Meili cried and laughed, and said: "He and Xue Liuli...were Love each other... If it's not because of me... If it's not because of me... Tell me, should I die? Should I die?"

Yang Yingjun grabbed his sister's shoulders and said loudly, "Listen, Yang Meili, it has nothing to do with you! This is Wu Yao's own choice, so don't blame yourself anymore!"

Yang Meili said in a daze: "That day... Wu Yao went to send Xue Liuli away from Suzhou City... I followed him quietly. I heard Xue Liuli tell Wu Yao that she was going back to tell the king of Dongzhu Kingdom that she didn't want to Married me, because she found that she was in love with Wu Yao. However, Wu Yao said to her: "Princess is a golden branch and jade leaf. Wu Yao's status is humble and I can't afford it. Wu Yao is here, I wish the princess I will find a good husband soon.' Xue Liuli cried on the spot, she was so sad, she asked Wu Yao why? But Wu Yao just kept his head down and didn't say anything. Xue Liuli left disappointed, Wu Yao kept looking at her The leaving figure, until he could no longer be seen, and then he...he cried...Brother, I have never seen Wu Yao cry, never..."

Yang Yingjun looked at her sadly: "Beautiful..."

"Brother, am I being selfish? I said I wanted Wu Yao to be happy, but I personally ruined his happiness... Why did I say it? I can obviously keep it a secret for the rest of my life, and I can obviously fulfill them...Yang Beautiful! You vicious woman, all the suffering you have suffered in this life is retribution! Retribution—”

"Beautiful!" Yang Yingjun hugged her hard, already choked up: "Don't be like this sister, don't be like this..."

Yang Meili laughed, and raised the flagon: "How can life be a song for wine? For example, the dew in the morning, the past is full of hardships! Generosity should be generous, and worries and thoughts will be unforgettable. How can you relieve your worries? Only Du Kang!"

Recently, Yang Yingjun has been upset and always feels restless.Counting the days, it is still far away from the aunt's patronage, but she is inexplicably irritable and restless.

Wanting to calm down, he took the piano and played it.After playing twice, the strings of the piano suddenly broke, without warning, and even cut Yang Yingjun's fingers.Yang Yingjun stared blankly at the crack in his finger, and the blood dripped on the strings, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

At noon, Wu Yao came suddenly, with a solemn expression: "Your Majesty, my lord invites you to Yuhanxuan."

Yang Yingjun asked strangely, "What are you doing at Yuhanxuan?"

Wu Yao hesitated, and said, "The imperial decree has arrived."

Yang Yingjun was startled, and slowly stood up: "What?"

"Your Majesty..." Wu Yao looked at her and said solemnly, "The Emperor of the Northern Dynasty... has passed away."

Yuhanxuan.

Yang Meili was sitting in front of the case, looking at the imperial decree in her hand, when she suddenly heard the palace maid exclaimed: "Your Majesty..." Looking up, Yang Yingjun suddenly slammed into him and almost fell to the ground.

Yang Meili hurriedly stood up and asked, "Are you all right?"

Yang Yingjun pushed away the supporting hand of the court lady, stood up straight, his face was pale, but his expression was unusually calm: "Where's the imperial decree? Here it is."

After Yang Meili signaled the maid to go out, she looked at her brother with a complicated expression, and said softly, "Brother, calm down first..."

"I'm very calm." Yang Yingjun walked over with big strides, his eyes were deep and he couldn't discern his emotions, "Show me the imperial decree, I want to see, what the hell is Ji Yinrong trying to do!"

Yang Meili sighed silently, and handed him the imperial decree.

[By God, the emperor's edict said: Ji Yinli, the fifth son of Emperor Jiankang, who was granted the title of Zhennan King, is my younger brother, the royal relatives and nobles, with pure blood.When he was young, Wei Guo went to war, and his military exploits were outstanding. His literary and military strategy is a talent for governing the world.This is it. 】

Yang Yingjun read it word by word, raised his head, and looked at Yang Meili with dull eyes: "He wants to pass the throne to you? Is he crazy?"

Yang Meili came over to hold his cold hand, and said, "Brother, the imperial envoy who came to announce the decree said that Ji Yinrong...he has..."

"Impossible!" Yang Yingjun suddenly laughed, threw aside the imperial decree, and said, "Don't you know him yet? With his kind of disaster, how could he die so early? This is definitely a conspiracy. He wants to lure you into the capital. Take you down. It's very smart to lure you with the throne."

"But...the imperial envoy who came to declare the decree...is Yang Rong..."

A smile froze on Yang Yingjun's face.

Yang Meili held his hand even tighter: "Brother...are you alright?"

Yang Yingjun took a deep breath and said, "Where is Yang Rong now?"

"He came from a long way, I let him go down to rest first..."

"Let him come to see me immediately... Forget it, I'll go find him, where do you arrange him to live? Yingbin Pavilion? East Wing or West Wing..."

"Brother!" Yang Meili interrupted him in a deep voice, "Calm down. I'll take you to find him."

Welcome Pavilion.

"Sister, I know what you're thinking."

Yang Rong looked at Yang Yingjun with serious eyes, and said: "The emperor also expected that you would not trust him, so he left an oral order before he died, and I will announce the decree."

Yang Yingjun's breathing was stagnant, his brows drooped, and he said after a while: "Yang Rong, how can I trust you?"

"Sister doesn't even believe my younger brother?"

"You are the deputy commander of the Northern Dynasty."

"Sister..."

Yang Yingjun stood up suddenly, and said expressionlessly: "If you want me to believe it, unless I see his dead body with my own eyes."

"But the emperor has already been buried in the imperial mausoleum..."

"Is that dead body?"

Yang Rong said angrily: "Sister! Why are you so unreasonable? He is the emperor, the king of the ninety-five years, do you think it is possible for me to make fun of his life and death?!"

Yang Yingjun was indifferent, with cold eyes: "He has always used unscrupulous means to achieve his goals."

"you……"

Yang Meili pressed Yang Rong's shoulder, and shook her head slightly at him, with a sad expression on her face.Yang Rong froze for a moment, seemed to understand something, and stopped talking.

Yang Yingjun stared blankly for a while, then suddenly turned his face and said, "I'm going to Beijing now."

Yang Rong wanted to say something, but Yang Meili said first, "Have you decided?"

Yang Yingjun and his sister looked at each other for a long time, then nodded solemnly.

Yang Meili said: "You go, be careful on the road."

"I……"

"Don't say anything," Yang Meili smiled slightly and said, "I understand."

A flash of water flashed in Yang Yingjun's eyes. He took a step forward, hugged his sister vigorously, and walked out without looking back.

Ji Yinrong is dead?

What a joke!Everyone in this world is dead, and it is impossible for him to turn.How dare the King of Hades accept such harm as him?

This must be a game, it must be another conspiracy by him, it must be!

"drive--"

Yang Yingjun rode his horse and galloped, the cold wind blew on his face like a knife, but he didn't feel any pain at all.But the eyes, whether they were fascinated by the wind and sand, became more and more sore, and the sight seemed to be blocked by water mist, becoming more and more unclear.

When we arrived at Jianghuai, we changed the waterway.Crossed the Yangtze River by boat, arrived in Jiangxia, and hurried on the road without stopping.In the north, white cloth was hung on the door of almost every house. Yang Yingjun asked a few people at random, and they all said that because the emperor passed away, the whole country must observe the national mourning until the new emperor ascends the throne.

Ji Yinrong, oh Ji Yinrong, you really spent your money this time, and you recruited the entire Northern Dynasty people to be a group performer?Or are you even deceiving your own people?Do you think...you think that everyone can make money, so I will believe it?

Even if you do enter the imperial tomb, I will dig you out and have a look with my own eyes.

Yang Yingjun looked up at the sky and smiled, got on his horse and continued on his way.Day and night, eating and sleeping in the open air, he didn't feel tired at all.He thought a lot along the way, and for a while he wondered whether Ji Yinrong was alive or dead?After a while, I thought of the bits and pieces between the two of them in the past.Those memories that were thought to be dusty are now pouring out like a flood that has opened the gate.

Traveling to Luoyang is only more than 300 kilometers away from Beijing, and it can be reached in one day with the footsteps of a fast horse.Yang Yingjun went to the post station to change a good horse, and continued on his way.It was getting late, and the sun was setting in the blink of an eye. Yang Yingjun looked at the official road with no front and no village and no shops behind, thinking that he might have to sleep in the open again.

Suddenly there was a strong wind, and the wind and sand blinded the eyes.

Yang Yingjun instinctively blocked it with his arms, and when the wind and sand dissipated, a Taoist figure appeared in front of him.

Dressed in black, with long hair like a waterfall, standing in the middle of the official road, like a stone sculpture.

You won't encounter robbers at this time, will you?

Yang Yingjun calmly drew out the long sword hanging on the horse's back.

The wind rests, the sand stops, and there is a glow between the sky and the earth.

The man in black kept his back turned, as if watching the sunset in the distance.Yang Yingjun thought for a while, and said, "Brother, I have something urgent to hurry, can you please let me go?"

The man chuckled, but it was a woman's voice: "You are in such a hurry, where are you going?"

Yang Yingjun was startled: "Wu Shuang?"

The man turned around, his stunning face was as white as jade, but the smile on his face was as cold as ice. He just stared straight at Yang Yingjun on the horseback: "Queen Nan, are you here all right?"

"It's really you?" Yang Yingjun got off his horse and took a few steps forward, "Why are you here?"

"Here, naturally, to wait for you."

"Wait for me?" Yang Yingjun raised his eyebrows: "You knew I would come?"

Wushuang's eyes are like two black holes: "If you don't come, I will go to you."

There was an indescribable weirdness in his heart, Yang Yingjun frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

"I set a deadline of one month. If you don't show up after one month, I'll go to Jiangnan to find you." Wushuang tilted his head and thought for a while, then raised the corner of his lips: "Do the math, you came here in less than 20 days Well, the master has a spirit in the sky, seeing you like this, maybe I can get some comfort."

Yang Yingjun's heart twitched, and he smiled instead: "What? Could it be that your master has made up his mind that I will come and ask you to wait for me here?"

Wushuang sighed: "Up to now, you still don't believe him."

Yang Yingjun's smile gradually faded: "Are you guys so interesting? If he just wants to see me anxious and sad, then you go back and tell him that I have let him down again!"

Wushuang looked at her quietly for a while, then said: "You speak so loudly, do you think he is hiding nearby?"

Yang Yingjun didn't answer, but listened carefully to the movement around him.

Wushuang lowered her eyes and smiled, and said, "There's no need to wait, he's not here."

Clenching his hands unconsciously, Yang Yingjun asked restrainedly, "Then where is he?"

Wushuang's eyes shot straight over, sharp and cold.

Yang Yingjun unconsciously held his breath.

Wushuang suddenly smiled: "Do you really not know? Or are you pretending not to know? Or, do you really not believe it, or do you not want to believe it?"

"Enough!" Yang Yingjun roared unbearably: "Where is he? Where is he!?"

"Don't worry, I'll send you to see him when I finish speaking."

Yang Yingjun's gloomy eyes rekindled a glimmer of light: "So he really didn't die, did he?"

Wushuang looked at her from afar, smiling without saying a word.

Yang Yingjun took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and said, "What do you want to say?"

"You and Shangguan Liuyun..." Wushuang couldn't help, the corners of his mouth trembling: "Did something happen?"

"Huh?" Yang Yingjun looked confused, "What do you mean? What will happen if I keep up with Shangguan?"

Wushuang's tone was gentle: "Don't rush to answer, think about it carefully, did you and him accompany Meng He Nasha on the way to Duanqingya, did... something happen?"

"What happened? Ah! Are you talking about our joint efforts to defeat Mengnasha?"

"say clearly."

"It's a long story, but..." Yang Yingjun paused, and said, "No, why are you asking this now? Besides, if you want to know, ask Shangguan!"

Wushuang smiled and said: "I'm asking you, of course I'm useful, if you don't answer, just waste time with me here."

"Okay, okay, I'll just tell you if you don't." Yang Yingjun had to be patient, and told how he and Shangguan Liuyun cooperated to beat Menghe Nasha to the ground.

After hearing this, Wushuang fell into silence, his face uncertain.

Yang Yingjun said: "Can you take me to see your master?"

"That day..." Wu Shuang suddenly said: "Master asked you to go with us, why didn't you agree? There has been no news for such a long time, why are you here now?"

Yang Yingjun became more and more anxious: "What does it have to do with you? If you refuse to lead the way, get out of the way!"

But Wushuang didn't seem to hear at all: "The one you love, is it the master or Ji Yinli?"

Yang Yingjun couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and left.There was a sound of piercing through the air behind him, and he hurriedly turned his head, letting the sword point at his throat, unable to move any more.

"Rong Yujia, you..." Yang Yingjun's eyes fell on the sword in her hand, and he froze suddenly: "Uzi sword!"

Wushuang raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said, "Are you surprised? The sword you discarded like a shoe at the beginning is now in my hands, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Yang Yingjun looked at her coldly.

Wushuang laughed more and more happily: "There is no need to be so angry. This sword was specially ordered by the master before he died, asking me to return it to you. The master said, it would be a pity to be buried with such a famous sword? It's a pity for people like you."

Cracks appeared in the indifference on Yang Yingjun's face, and he couldn't help but growl angrily: "What do you want to do? What does Ji Yinrong want to do!?"

"Yang Pianran," Wushuang looked into Yang Yingjun's eyes at a close distance, and whispered in an extremely slow, gentle tone, as if afraid of waking up something: "Master, he is already dead. When we parted ways with you on the edge of Jianghuai, The master vomited blood and fell into a coma. I tried to call you loudly, but you didn't turn your head..."

Yang Yingjun felt as if struck by lightning, his limbs gradually became cold.

"Because of this, the army retreated so quickly at that time and returned to the capital. Afterwards, the master's health failed. It was not until Liuyun came back that I realized that the master was backlashed by the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill. The imperial doctor in the palace We were helpless, so we persuaded our master to go to Duanqingya to seek medical doctor Qu, but just as there was an epidemic in Youzhou, the master couldn’t get away, so he kept dragging on. One day, a group of pigeons flew from nowhere and landed outside Weiyang Palace , the master stood in the porch and watched for a long time, then suddenly vomited blood again, and has been bedridden ever since. Until more than two months ago, he suddenly regained his energy, asked the palace maid to put on a dragon robe, and summoned Liu Yun and several others. A minister proposed to pass the throne to Ji Yinli. On that night, the master... died..."

Yang Yingjun stood blankly, his face pale, and he couldn't stop talking: "Impossible, this is impossible..."

Wushuang's eyes suddenly turned red, and she roared explosively: "What's impossible!? Yang Pianran, ask yourself, do you still have the heart? How did the master treat you before he was alive? How did you treat him? You You have never really believed him, and you have only been hypocritical to him from the beginning to the end! You only have one Ji Yinli in your heart, right!?"

Yang Yingjun stared at her with a dull expression: "You lied to me, I will never believe it, you get out of the way, I want to enter the palace, I have to see it with my own eyes..."

Wushuang pointed at her with a sword in one hand, took out a brocade box from his bosom with the other hand, threw it on her body hard, and said: "There are five of these things in total, and they have been placed on the head of the master's bed. They were originally intended to be buried with you. I risked my life and stole one, do you want to see what's inside?"

Yang Yingjun squatted down to pick up the brocade box, tried to stand up again but found that his feet were weak, so he just squatted down and opened the brocade box. The sharp knife pierced his eyes mercilessly, and his eyes were blood red.

"Yang Pianran, what is other people's love for you to you? How can you be so cruel? Or are you used to playing with men between applause?! Master, Ji Yinli, and... ...and Shangguan Liuyun! What are they to you!?"

Thinking of Shangguan Liuyun inadvertently calling out Yang Pianran's name when he was drunk that day, Wushuang felt as if he was being burned at the stake.

Faced with Wushuang's accusation, Yang Yingjun seemed to not hear at all. He fell to the ground, took out the notes in the brocade box, and read them one by one.These notes were all written by Ji Yinrong when he passed the letter to Feige, and the ones that Ji Yinrong wrote to himself had long been thrown away as trash.

"Master is so stupid. Before he died, he still wanted to make you a queen, and even passed on the throne to his most hated Zhennan King... But what about you? Even if it's a disguise, you don't even have a tear ...It's really ridiculous, it's ridiculous that a generation of emperors can't pass this beauty test, hahaha, hahahaha..." Wushuang looked up to the sky and laughed, but burst into tears, "Master! In accordance with your legacy, I bestow Yang Pianran as queen. Yang Pianran is expensive For your queen, she deserves to be buried, so Wushuang will send her to see you!"

With a flip of his wrist, the Uzi sword pulled out a sword flower, and it slashed across Yang Yingjun's throat lightly...

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