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The night is condensed and sinking.

The rustling sound of the wind spread in the forest of the hunting ground, like the whisper of a beauty.

The emperor's camp did not turn off the lights, and the young emperor Yu Wenyong, with thin clothes and loose hair, stood in front of the map in the innermost tent, as if he was about to take a rest.

The little emperor Yu Wenyong held an arrowhead with a broken shaft in his hand, and "da da da" lightly poked the arrowhead on the wooden topographic map of the hunting ground.

The huge topographic map, almost like a miniature model of the hunting ground, was erected against the wall in the tent of the emperor. The little emperor Yu Wenyong stood in front of the topographic map, his figure seemed so small.

wow...

With an inaudible sound, the black shadow rushed in directly from outside the emperor's camp without any notification. Its footsteps were as light as a cat's, but the black shadow's expression was not like a cat's, chilling and indifferent.

It was the little emperor Yu Wenyong who planted the eyeliner in Sui Guogong's mansion!

Corn approached from the outside, knelt down and said softly, "Greetings to the Lord."

Yu Wenyong didn't speak, didn't come back to his senses, still looked up at the wooden topographic map of the hunting ground, and still poked the topographic map lightly with the head of an arrow, but waved his hand to signal the corn to get up.

Corn stood up and reported respectfully: "My lord, the prince of Sui Guogong brought some refugees back this afternoon, probably... two hundred people."

Yu Wenyong was not surprised, and continued to browse the topographical map leaning against the wall, saying: "I have also heard about it... Sui Guogong's son is so kind-hearted suddenly, it's just a whim, as long as Sui Guogong doesn't change anything."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes, showing a completely different expression of predation from his peers, and stared at the topographical map, "Snap!" With a sound, he waved his hand and nailed the arrowhead directly on the topographical map, with a sneer on the corner of his lips, and said: " Hunting tomorrow...do it."

"Yes!" Maize clasped his hands and said, "Please don't worry, my lord, the humble general has already made preparations, and all the forbidden troops of Liang Guogong Marquis Mo Chenchong are also in the hunting ground forest. Just wait for Yuwenhu to show up, and he will be able to kill Yuwenhu by surprise." , kill on the spot, leaving no future trouble!"

The little emperor Yu Wenyong's smile gradually widened, and he said slowly: "That old fox Yu Wenhu is very alert, don't show his feet, and... don't let people from the Duke of Sui's mansion come and make trouble."

Corn nodded and said: "The prince of the Duke of Sui offended the prince of the Duke of Liang. The prince of the Duke of Liang insisted that this hunt was of great importance, and he kept showing off his might. The prince of the Duke of Liang would definitely not be able to swallow this breath. No one will take the initiative tomorrow. "

Yu Wenyong adjusted his white inner garment, walked slowly towards the tent bed, turned over and lay down on it, sighed leisurely, and said, "That's just right, no one needs to do it, let them be naughty."

……

The army arrived at the Wonju hunting ground yesterday, and today is the official hunting day.

Yang Guang, the little bun, was a little hesitant. This was the first time that Yang Guang was so hesitant. I think he had never hesitated like this before, no matter whether he pacified the Northern Qi or unified the world. Today is the first time.

His face was lumped together, like a small bun with eighteen folds, his chubby lips were tightly pressed, but they couldn't be pursed into a line, and he didn't look serious. Instead, he seemed to be making cute pouting movements, adding to the An "old-fashioned" childishness.

Little Baozi paced around outside the camp of Sui Guogong's son for several times. Seeing that his father and father Yang Jian hadn't woken up yet, and the hunting time was coming soon, he finally seemed to have made up his mind. Feeling like a broken pot was broken, I opened a corner of the curtain and got in.

"Father, it's morning!"

The little bun rushed over, scratched the bed teeth, yelled in a milky voice, and pulled Yang Jian's cheek with his little meaty hands.

Yang Jian had a routine nightmare yesterday. This nightmare has been repeated for 20 years, and it is still repeated. It doesn’t need any tricks. It is still rooted in Yang Jian’s heart. He can’t forget it and can’t extricate himself...

Yang Jian was being tormented by the nightmare, and he could vaguely hear the voice of a baby.

"Father..."

"Get up!"

"Father, father, father, father..."

The voice of calling father and father was still leaking, malicious and cute.Amidst the tireless, cute voice of the repeater, Yang Jian finally opened his eyes slowly.

Because of the nightmare, Yang Jian's eyelashes were stained with sweat. Although it was already summer, but here was a hunting ground and the weather wasn't too hot, but Yang Jian's hot sweat rolled down from his temples.

The little bun Yang Guang grabbed the handkerchief, wiped Yang Jian's sweat, and then threw the handkerchief away.That action is like a dead soldier preparing to go to the battlefield, and finally drank a glass of wine, smashing the wine glass with a snap, infinitely heroic, extremely tragic!

Yang Jian was a little suspicious by Xiao Baozi's appearance, and seeing Xiao Baozi's righteous face, he resolutely climbed onto the tent bed which was still tall for his small stature, and said "hey!" He leaned back, lay down, and lay the pen straight on the bed.

Inexplicably, Yang Jian watched the little bun lying on the bed, and suddenly thought of spring rolls.That's right, the little bun looks like a neat little spring roll with rich fillings...

Yang Guang, the little bun, lay down and looked at Yang Jian bravely.Yang Guang thought about it for a long time. Yang Jian has always favored little children. He picked up a little homeless yesterday and came back. The third child Yang Zan is looking for the parents of the little homeless. If he can't find them, Yang Jian will bring the little homeless home Raise, when the time comes, I will be in danger.

So Xiao Baozi made up his mind, he must be "one-of-a-kind". Didn't he come this morning?On weekdays, Yang Guang resolutely refused to give Yang Jian an ergonomic pillow for the last sliver of his dignity, but today is different. Yang Guang decided—it’s not as good as a tiger’s den, and how can he get a tiger’s cub!

The little bun lay on the bed, blinked his big eyes twice, trying to look cute and clingy, and said in a childish voice, "Father, give me a hug!"

Yang Jian stared at the little bun, stunned for a while, didn't seem to be able to react, then raised the back of his hand and tried Yang Guang's forehead, saying: "Son, did you steal something unclean last night?" s things?"

After all, the little bun didn't ask Yang to act as a pillow at all on weekdays. Every time he turned his head and ran away nimbly, Dian Dian Dian disappeared. Why did he suddenly talk nonsense today?

Yang Guang took a deep breath, stabilized his temper, and then squeezed out a sweet smile, like a clingy little milk cat, rolling into Yang Jian's arms, kicking his short legs, quite frequently Gao, shouting coquettishly: "I want to be hugged by my father! I want to be hugged by my father! Father, give me a hug!"

Yang Jian's gentle eyes slowly flickered. Even if the sun is full today, Yang Guang seems to be able to see the burning light in Yang Jian's eyes, and he looks like a wolf like a little sheep!

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Then father and father are not polite?"

As he said, he hugged the little bun, as expected, the ergonomic pillow really does not deceive me!Yang Jian also rubbed Xiao Baozi's face, and sighed softly: "My son is really cute, has he gained some flesh these days? The texture is different...and it smells like milk."

Yang Guang: "..."

Yang Jian almost missed hunting because of the ergonomic pillow. Corn washed and changed his clothes for him, tidied Yang Jian's robes, and said: "Master Shaolang is hunting today, and the servant will not follow. The servants don't know martial arts, and if they go, they will get in the way, and we must not let the masters have fun."

Yang Jian glanced sideways at Corn, who acted respectfully, lowered his head, and knelt on the ground to straighten his clothes.

Yang Jian didn't say much, just nodded slightly and said: "That's fine." Then he walked out of the tent.

Yang Zhong, Duke of the Sui Dynasty, wanted to go hunting with his master, so Yang Jian and his two younger brothers were more casual, and they didn't need to serve with a large army, so they had a lot of leisure.

Today, the little bun Yang Guang also rode a pony alone. The little bun was dressed in a small and strong outfit, holding the rein of the horse decently, drinking the horse and moving forward, smoothly and steadily.

On the contrary, it was Yang Jian. His horse seemed to be a little stubborn, and he couldn't move fast. Fortunately, Yang Jian was more casual and didn't need the horse to go too fast, so he pressed the last and walked slowly.

rustling...

Suddenly there was a light noise in the forest, and dozens of figures suddenly turned out from the grass, as if they had been prepared for a long time, and they had ambushed here early in the morning. He said, "Who!?"

Those figures rushed out quickly, and the little bun Yang Guang rode in front on the pony. The little pony was frightened and kicked up suddenly, "Bang!!" and threw the little bun straight down.

Yang Guang is only four or five years old now, and his body is too small. Even if he is an amazing equestrian, he still can't hold the little pony. I can't get up even if I call it.

The next moment, there was a "huh--", but he was pulled up by someone. The person's action was very rude, he pulled the little bun up, and shook it vigorously.

"Hahaha!" The visitor laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that! It's my son!"

The person ambushing in the forest was originally the son of Liang Guogong!

The son of Liang Guogong brought a dozen thugs, ambushed in the forest, picked up the little bun that fell on the ground, and laughed arrogantly at Yang Jian: "You also have today? Wasn't it very arrogant yesterday? For a pile of dirty If you are a refugee, offend this son, you should think of today!"

The youngest Yang Zan frowned and said, "Hou Mochen! Put down my nephew! This is the royal hunting ground, and the owner is right in front of you. You brought so many people here to ambush, aren't you afraid that the owner will blame you?!"

"Master?" Liang Guogong's son laughed irritably, and said: "What about the master? Are you afraid you don't know yet? After today, this court will be the world of my Hou Mochen family! Today, my grandfather will help the owner to eradicate the traitor Yu Wenhu in the hunting ground, and he will become a hero of escort, and also be a big butcher! Such a great contribution, what do you think, killing a man is nothing?"

"Listen—listen!!" Prince Liang pointed to the forest in the distance, and said, "The killing sound! It's started, it's already started!"

There was indeed a rustling sound in the woods in the distance. Because the distance was too far, it was inaudible at all, but what was certain was that it was absolutely unusual.

The second child Yang Zheng and the third child Yang Zan both looked surprised. Unexpectedly, the little emperor Yu Wenyong insisted on using Liang Guogong Hou Mo Chen Chong to escort him this time. Otsuka Zai Yu Wenhu caught them all in one sweep, and killed them all!

Among the people in the field, Yang Jian was the calmest one, squinting his eyes slightly.Yu Wenyong was the most accomplished monarch in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, while Yu Wenhu was the most powerful minister in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. When these two people were together, they would definitely stage a never-ending death battle. In history, there was indeed such a death battle.

Of course...

Not now, and not in Wonju.

If Yang Jian's memory is correct, not long after the little emperor came to the throne, some things happened in Yuanzhou, and the records are ambiguous.That is the death of Liang Guogong Hou Mo Chen Chong...

In history, when the young emperor Yu Wenyong was inspecting Yuanzhou, he suddenly returned to Jingzhao Chang'an for some reason.Liang Guogong Hou Mo Chenchong was very excited, so he told the people around him that Yu Wenhu was going to die, but later Otsuka Prime Minister Yu Wenhu lived well, and the little emperor Yu Wenyong returned to Jingzhao and reprimanded Liang Guogong Hou Mo Chen in front of all officials Chong also expressed his "loyalty" to his clan brother Yu Wenhu.That night, Yu Wenhu came to Liang Guogong's mansion and killed Liang Guogong Hou Mo Chenchong. Since then, the "Eight Pillars Kingdom" in the past has collapsed, and Yu Wenhu's power has become even more monstrous.

Therefore, if Yang Jian remembered correctly, it seemed a little early for the little emperor Yu Wenyong to regain his military and political power.It's a pity... Duke Liang didn't know that this plan would fail.

The son of Liang Guogong firmly grasped the little bun Yang Guang. Although Yang Guang used to be proficient in both literary and martial arts, and helped his father to pacify the world when he was a teenager, but now he is too young, he has no intentions but lacks strength, so he kicks hard With his calf in his hands, he couldn't struggle no matter what, and the place on his back where he fell was hurting dullly.

The son of Liang Guogong said arrogantly: "Didn't your Sui Guogong's government always rely on itself as the Eight Great Pillars, so you can't deal with our Liang Guogong's government? Alright, let's settle the score today! It's not difficult for me to save you, a bastard son. you……"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a thug came from behind, holding a jade fou.

The son of Liang Guogong said excitedly: "Did you see it? This jade pot is filled with buttermilk. Everyone in Zhou Dynasty drinks buttermilk, but you are a stranger and refuse to eat cheese. Today you drank this cup of buttermilk. This son will generously let your little bastard go, otherwise...my Hou Mochen family is already a hero, and the master will not blame you for killing a little bastard."

It seems that it is not a secret that the princes of the Sui Dynasty are not satisfied with sweets, at least it is not a secret among the nobles. After all, every time they enter the palace to drink, the princes of the Sui Kingdom do not eat sweets, even the favorite buttermilk of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. Also not a drop.

Apparently, the son of Liang Guogong wanted to take revenge on Yang Jian with this point, and asked Yang Jian to "suicide himself" by himself, so that he would kill him quickly.If the Dongchuang incident happens at that time, and the owner is held accountable, the prince of Liang Guogong can also pretend to be ignorant and ask three questions. In addition to the "today's credit" of Liang Guogong's mansion, he will definitely be able to fool the past.

"Hou Mochen!" The temper of the second child, Yang Zheng, rushed up instantly, his eyes were red, he is a chariot general who has been fighting in the battlefield all year round, he shouted angrily, the son of Liang Guogong subconsciously took two wrong steps, and the thugs rushed up to protect .

"Yang Zheng!" Liang Guogong's son hid behind the thugs and said, "Don't come here to mess around! This little wild plant is in my hands, and I still have so many warriors. You Sui Guogong, only you can fight, and the other two Well, they're all show-stoppers, this time you won't be able to fly even if you have wings!"

Yang Zheng was about to get angry, Yang Jian suddenly raised his hand to stop Yang Zheng, his movements were very calm, he didn't panic at all, his expression was as usual, the calmness was surprising.

Yang Jian stopped the second child, glanced around indifferently, and landed on more than a dozen warriors one by one, and finally fixed his eyes on Liang Guogong's son, and said: "I only brought so many people here? If you come to block me, you should Just bring some people."

"Pfft!" Liang Guogong's son sneered: "Just your few catties and taels! These warriors are enough! Don't talk nonsense, don't delay the opportunity! Drink the buttermilk, or I will kill this little bastard!"

He said, holding the collar of the little bun Yang Guang, and shaking it vigorously.The little bun was strangled by his collar, he couldn't breathe freely, and he struggled hard, he was very unbearable, his lips were pursed, his brows were furrowed, his face was flushed red, as if he was about to pass out at any moment.

"Brother!"

"Brother, no!"

Following the shouts of the second child Yang Zheng and the third child Yang Zan, Yang Jian's expression remained calm, as if it was a pool of stagnant water, and he moved naturally and even took the jade fou from the warrior in a leisurely manner.

The milky white buttermilk and the translucent jade fou complement each other perfectly. Under the morning light in the forest, there are even sparkling waves, and a sweet and sweet fragrance permeates along with the aroma of the wine, making people drunk without drinking...

Yang Jian was holding the small jade fou, his slender fingers turned slightly, as if he was holding this good-looking jade fou.Facing the warm summer sun, Yang Jian raised his hand slightly, as if toasting, signaling to the prince of Liang Guogong, then he raised his head suddenly and drank all the buttermilk in one gulp.

"Snapped!!"

Yang Jian shook his hands, and threw the empty jade fou on the ground. The jade fou hit the stones in the forest, it was torn apart, the fragments flew, and it jumped up half a person's height.

Yang Jian's face changed, and there was a trace of a smile on his face. The smile was full of wind and rain, and the tip of his index finger lightly tapped the tip of his tongue, which was still stained with the sweet and mellow buttermilk aroma. She sighed: "Tsk, it's so sweet..."

He raised his head slowly, for some reason, there was a restless joy in his eyes, like a wild beast imprisoned in a cage, one day he finally opened the cage door, and he couldn't wait to taste the meat.

Yang Jian's smile widened, and he lightly licked a sharp canine tooth with the tip of his tongue filled with the sweetness of buttermilk, and said with a hoarse smile, "You asked for it...don't regret it."

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