I'm a Buddhist foster child

The son of Liang Guogong was frightened by Yang Jian's smile. For just a moment, he thought that Yang Jian had completely changed into another person, no, it could be said that he had become an evil ghost.

He smiled clearly, but that smile made people shudder and couldn't be stared at.

However, the next moment...

"Bang!" Yang Jian seemed to be in great pain, his body was throbbing, he trembled for no reason, his knees softened, and he fell to the ground with one knee, his shoulders curled up, his chin resting on his chest, and his shoulders kept trembling, as if the sweet The buttermilk is generally poisonous.

"Brother!!"

"Brother!"

Yang Zheng and Yang Zan rushed to support Yang Jian, the prince of the Sui Kingdom had always been dissatisfied with sweets, and the two younger brothers shouted at Yang Jian in fright.

"Hahaha!" Liang Guogong's son was a little scared when he saw Yang Jian's ghostly expression just now, but when he looked carefully, the original Yang Jian was just a sissy, vulnerable, and he was really dissatisfied with sweets. He smiled and said, "You have today too! Wow!"

As he said, he dragged Yang Guang, the little bun, and walked over, raising his leg to kick Yang Jian.

Yang Zheng saw that the prince of Liang Guogong was about to kick his elder brother, so he immediately went to block, but before he raised his hand, the elder brother who was kneeling on the ground in pain suddenly moved.

That movement was sharper than that of Yang Zheng, a chariot-riding general, and mixed with the sound of wind, he suddenly raised his head. Yang Jian's face "changed", it was clearly still the same face, as flawless as white jade, but Yang Jian Jian's pupils tightened, revealing more whites of the eyes, the whites of the eyes were bloodshot and red, and bloodshot eyes were tightly wrapped around the pupils, like a man-eating beast!

Yang Jian raised his head and moved quickly, "Crack!" Before Liang Guogong's son could react, he grabbed Liang Guogong's hand.

"Ahhhh-"

The son of Liang Guogong suddenly let out a scream, his wrist cracked and was forced to twist out of an unusual angle, he was still dragging the little bun Yang Guang in his hand, and because of the pain, he let go suddenly.

Yang Jian twisted the hand of the prince of Liang Guogong, pouted and pushed, and snatched the little bun from the hand of the prince of Liang Guogong.

Yang Jian is "dissatisfied" with sweets, not because he is allergic to sweets.It's just because once Yang Jian tasted the sweetness, the haze buried in his heart would come out like a flood, smashing Yang Jian's proud reason.

The last time Yang Jian met Hushi General Yu Wenhui, he had already tried it out, and this time he was even more familiar with it.But Yang Jian's cheap second and third brothers, and cheap son Yang Guang didn't know about it. Last time, through the door of the private room, everyone didn't see Yang Jian turned into an "evil ghost". Yang Jian's sudden change, It really surprised everyone present.

The little bun Yang Guang fell off the horse, his back hurt, it was all because of his useless body, he was too young, and he didn't have much strength, he couldn't fight back when he was caught by the prince of Liang Guogong.

Yang Guang was held in Yang Jian's arms, and he immediately suppressed his surprised and nahan expression, pretending to be a poor little baby, with both eyes trying to squeeze out the tear bubbles, tugging on Yang Jian's lapel hazyly, his mother The milky voice said intermittently: "Father...it hurts, it hurts..."

Holding the little bun, Yang Jian lowered his head to look. There was a small scratch on the little bun's face. Although it was very small, the skin was broken and blood was seen.It was just when Yang Jian snatched the little bun from Liang Guogong's son, because of his fierce action, the sleeve jewelry accidentally scratched the little bun's face.

Yang Jian stared at the bloodshot eyes, and listened to Xiao Baozi's aggrieved sobbing sound. The sobbing sound was repeatedly amplified endlessly, stimulating Yang Jian's extremely fragile nerves. There was a flame burning in his chest, and he became more irritable.

The son of Liang Guogong didn't expect that Yang Jian's hands were so strong, and the little bun was snatched away. The son of Liang Guogong became afraid after realizing it, and hurriedly shouted to follow: "Come..."

The word "comer" was not uttered at all, the voice of Liang Guogong's son was cut off instantly, followed by a scream, Liang Guogong's son was punched hard in the face, and fell to the ground in response.

The son of Liang Guogong was arrogant and fearless just now, and walked over a dozen relatives to Yang Jian. He was very close to Yang Jian at this moment. Yang Jian held the little bun in one hand, and punched him with his right hand. Flying, he fell to the ground while lying on his back, falling all over the place.

"Sir!"

"Master Young Master!"

The entourage wanted to rush forward to rescue Liang Guogong's son, but they were far away and there was no time.Yang Jian had already raised his legs, his white boots were spotless, and he stepped hard on the chest of Prince Liang Guogong.

"Hey——" Liang Guogong's son had a nosebleed, his face was full of embarrassment, and he wanted to get up, but he didn't have time to react. His chest was stepped on hard, and he grinned in pain, and cursed: "Yang Jian!! You son of a bitch Raised scorpion!"

Sui Guogong, Han surnamed Yang, was given the surname Pu Liuru because he followed the little emperor's father in the southern and northern wars and made great military exploits.It stands to reason that Sui Guogong and Liang Guogong are both from the Qing clan, but among the Qing clan and the Qing clan, they also pay attention to the rank and file.Liang Guogong's eldest son, Hou Mochen, is a decent Xianbei family. He has always looked down on Sui Guogong Ningguo Mansion who was given a surname. Now he is shouting Yang Jian's Chinese name, obviously full of contemptuous anger.

The contempt of Duke Liang's son deeply pleased Yang Jian. Yang Jian stepped on him, lowered his head, and his smile gradually widened. Huya said hoarsely, "Did you hurt my son?"

Yang Jian asked a question suddenly, and the prince of Liang Guogong was dumbfounded by the question. After looking carefully, he found a small scratch on Xiao Baozi's cheek, which was slightly soaked in blood. It was almost impossible to see clearly unless he looked carefully.The son of Liang Guogong can swear that he definitely didn't do it by himself, and he was afraid that Yang Jian accidentally scratched it when he snatched the little bun just now.

The son of Liang Guogong cursed loudly, struggling to get up, and yelled at the dozen or so relatives behind him: "What are you waiting for!? Give it to me!"

But Yang Jian didn't give them this chance, "Boom!!" He kicked him hard again, preventing Liang Guogong's son from getting up, trampled him to the ground for the second time, raised his eyelids, and scanned the bloodshot eyes of those relatives. With the beater, he said coldly: "Who dares to move again?"

The entourage was taken aback for a moment, but Liang Guogong's son still shouted: "Go!! Come on! We have a lot of people, they only have three people and a little boy, what are you afraid of him?!"

The thugs got the order, and immediately swarmed up, ready to pounce on them to capture them.Yang Zheng's hands were full of sweat, although his own martial arts were good, but Liang Guogong's sons were numerous and powerful, if he faced head-to-head, he didn't know if he would win.

"Heh..." Yang Jian just sneered softly, and didn't even look at the thugs who rushed up like fierce spirits. He suddenly raised his hand, "Shuh!" One of the arrows on the back hooked off.

Yang Jian's fingers turned, and the arrow seemed to be blooming in Yang Jian's hand, "Shua, Shua!" After turning twice, Yang Jian held the arrow in his forehand, raised it high, and fell down in an instant.

"laugh--"

"what!!"

There was a strange sound, accompanied by the hissing and screaming of Liang Guogong's son, Yang Jian actually held the arrow and directly plunged into Liang Guogong's shoulder.

Liang Guogong's son had just been punched, and his nose was bleeding profusely. Now his shoulder was injured, and the pain was like a dry fish, struggling and jumping non-stop.

This scream frightened everyone present, not to mention the followers of Liang Guogong's heir, who dared not move a step, even the second child Yang Zheng and the third child Yang Zan were startled.

Blood color immediately spread on Liang Guogong's heir's shoulders, Yang Jian's actions were neither obstinate nor fake, the arrowhead penetrated deep into the crevice, at least an inch did not go in.

Blood spattered out and splashed on Yang Jian's white jade-like face. Yang Jian closed his eyes, as if enjoying the temperature of the blood, took a deep breath, then slowly opened his eyes, stretched out the tip of his tongue, and gently licked Licking the blood spattering on his lips, he let out a low "hehe" laugh, and said faintly, "I said...no one is allowed to move."

"You ..." The pro -thes were scared and dared not move. Liang Guogong's face sweaty, screaming: "You ... I won't let it go ... ah ah ah-"

The cursing words of Duke Liang turned into screams again. Yang Jian slightly twisted the arrowhead embedded in his skin, the blood in his eyes became more bloodshot, his face became more excited, and he said happily: "Scream!" , it sounds really nice..."

The son of Liang Guogong collapsed on the ground in pain, his head was covered with cold sweat, and he was beating desperately, half of it was pain, and the other half was also frightened.I don't think he has seen any kind of person like Duke Liang's son, but he has never seen such a terrifying person.

No, not really.Liang Guogong's son captured [-] refugees, drove them to shoot and killed them, and treated them as hunting for pleasure, killing them as fish and meat. In fact, he was the most terrifying person.But he had never seen anyone who dared to be so arrogant to him, and now that he met Yang Jian, a mad dog, he had really seen it!

Yang Jian twisted the arrowhead, his eyes slowly opened wide, staring at Liang Guogong's son, and asked repeatedly: "Did you... hurt my son?"

The son of Duke Liang shook his head in fright, and said, "No!! No! No! I didn't touch him, it was you just now..."

It was clear that Yang Jian had scratched the little bun when he snatched it just now, Duke Liang wanted to deny it, but the next moment he cried out again, the arrowhead twisted in the flesh, and made a "cracking" sound, which was scalp-inducing Numb.

Liang Guogong's son immediately changed his words and screamed: "It's me...it's me! I'm wrong!! I'm a bastard! I'm a bastard! I hurt the little prince! It's all my fault!! Let me go! Please let me go! stop!"

When Yang Jian heard the "sincere" apology from Liang Guogong's son, he squinted his eyes, stopped twisting the arrowhead, and raised his head.As he raised his head, blood slid down his cheeks, like a tear of blood, rolled over his fair cheeks, and flowed down the corners of his lips and chin...

tick-

Roll down.

With a sharp and excited smile, Yang Jian glanced at his followers who were still in a daze and couldn't recover, and said lightly: "Let them tie themselves up."

The son of Liang Guogong's breath of pain was free, and he dared to object, shouting: "Bind, tie up!! What are you waiting for!? Hurry up, tie it up!"

The entourage just woke up from the dream, seeing the blood on the ground, trembling with fright, they tied each other with ropes, and a dozen thugs were all tied up soon.

"Let..." Prince Liang begged, "Let me go! I... I did it... I'm a bastard, I... I was confused for a while, I will never... never dare to provoke you again, My son, my son, just let me go!"

"Let you go, that's fine." Yang Jian seemed to be easy to speak, but his face was still excited, with bloodshot eyes wrapped around the whites.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and said, "What is the master's and Liang Guogong's plan? Tell me, and I will let you go now."

Liang Guogong's son thought that everything was safe, and he was unrestrained for a while. He missed the plan of the little emperor Yu Wenyong and Liang Guogong's plan to kill Otsuka Zai Yuwenhu in the hunting ground, and used it as a bargaining chip to show off.

Unexpectedly, Feng Shui took turns, but now Yang Jian forced him to question him.

The son of Liang Guogong hesitated for a moment, Yang Jian said with a smile: "I just like tough bones, if you tell me honestly, I will find it boring."

"I'll tell! I'll tell!" Liang Guogong's son immediately shouted in fright: "I'll tell! Don't dare to hide a word! The master and the grandfather plan to ambush and kill Otsuka Zai Yuwenhu in the forest hunting ground today, the master In order to get rid of Yu Wenhu's soldiers and horses, I specially ordered Grandpa to lead the troops to guard the hunting, and I have... already made all the preparations..."

The little emperor Yu Wenyong has not been able to take the throne for a long time. He is only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old half-grown child, but Yu Wenhu has killed three monarchs in a row, and his power is in the hands of the government.Yu Wenhu backed the little emperor Yu Wenyong to ascend the throne at the beginning because Yu Wenyong was young, and looked weak and incompetent, with no ambitions, a puppet at the mercy of others, but how did he know that the little emperor Yu Wenyong was not weak and incompetent, Instead, he forbears the power and has been waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to kill Yu Wenhu and regain power.

The little emperor planned for a long time, and found Liang Guogong Hou Mo Chenchong who was extremely at odds with Otsuka Zaiyu Wenhu.Marquis Mo Chenchong of the Liang State was one of the Eight Great Pillar Kingdoms who followed the late emperor. The contradiction between Yuwenhu and Zhongzai intensified, and Liang Guogong naturally agreed to help the little emperor plan to assassinate Yuwenhu, without any effort at all.

This time the little emperor did not let Yuwenhu lead the guards, because he wanted to remove Yuwenhu's military power and use Liang Guogong's military power to assassinate Yuwenhu.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and asked hoarsely, "Where is the ambush?"

Liang Guogong's son dared not answer: "In... the small hunting ground to the north of the hunting ground!"

Yang Jian asked again bluntly: "How many people did Liang Guogong bring to ambush?"

The son of Liang Guogong was trembling: "Five...fifty elite guards."

Because it is an ambush, there should not be too many people, there are already a lot of fifty elites, and the slightest carelessness will show their feet.

Seeing Yang Jian frowned, the son of Liang Guogong said: "Fifty...fifty elites are all the leaders of the imperial guards, and...there is a leader of the imperial guards, Zuo Gongbo, who has never been seen before. Knowing that there is such a number one person in the court, he is a confidant chosen by the owner himself."

Doctor Zuo Gong Bozhong was a military officer of Zhengwu Dynasty in the Northern Zhou Dynasty.Although Zuo Gongbo's official rank is not high, but Zuo Gongbo is a doctor in charge of the palace guards, and a person who is qualified to be a left and right palace uncle must be the most confidant of the emperor.

Today is the day of hunting, Yuwenhu will not arrange too many followers, it is indeed the best time to attack Yuwenhu, but...

Yang Jian said hoarsely, "Duke Liang is about to lose."

"Impossible!" Liang Guogong's son said: "Grandfather has made sufficient preparations, how could it fail!? At this moment, Yu Wenhu's head is probably lost!"

It is reasonable for Yang Jian to say so.The little emperor Yu Wenyong did kill Yu Wenhu in history, but not now, but more than ten years later. Now that Yu Wenhu is in power, and he is old and cunning, the little emperor is so impatient, he is afraid that he has already shown his feet.

The third child, Yang Zan, said worriedly: "It's too bad! Grandpa also went to the small hunting ground in the north."

Not only Yang Zhong, Duke of the Sui Dynasty, most of the officials in the court followed to the small hunting ground in the north, only some family members of the princes scattered here to hunt.

The second child, Yang Zheng, turned his face down, restrained his silly demeanor, and said in a deep voice, "Brother, it's not too late, we must think of a way."

Yang Jian didn't talk nonsense, looked down at Liang Guogong's son who was struggling in a pool of blood, and suddenly showed a sharp smile.

"You...what are you going to do!? You...you don't touch me! You lunatic!!"

Following Liang Guogong's son's screams, Yang Jian moved his wrist, walked over leisurely, picked up a blood-stained rope on the ground, shook it lightly, and shook off the blood on it.

All the thugs in Liang Guogong’s mansion were tied up, and no one could rescue their prince. The prince of Liang Guogong was hit by an arrow in his shoulder and almost pierced his lute bone. Can't get up.

Yang Jian walked over, bent down, patted the prince of Liang Guogong on the cheek twice, and tied the hands of the prince of Liang Guogong together with a few "swish, swish, swish, swish" sounds, and tied the other end of the rope to the The little bun Yang Guang's pony is on the bridle.

"What are you going to do!? Hurry up, stop it!! It will... kill people!"

Liang Guogong's son yelled in horror, but Yang Jian's hoarse laughter: "Don't worry, no one will die. After all, it's just a pony, and it can't run fast. At most, I will take the son for a ride or enjoy the shade... Yes. I almost forgot, if I met a wild beast that just came out of the cage, it might be."

Prince Liang Guogong's eyes tightened and tightened again, almost turning into a small black bean. He watched Yang Jian raise his hand, and the horsewhip hit the little pony with a "slap", and the little pony let out a long cry. Immediately spread his hoofs and galloped forward.

"Help—help—you mad dog!! Crazy... mad dog..."

The screams of Liang Guogong's son, riding on the sound of the wind, accompanied by the "russling" sound of dragging, went farther and farther, and soon disappeared in the forest of the hunting ground.

"Pa!" Yang Jian threw the whip on the ground casually, looked at the dust left in front of his eyes and dragged it up, gently rubbed the blood off his face with the back of his index finger, and said faintly: "Did you say that?" Wrong, I am a mad dog...don't mess with a mad dog."

The thugs were trembling like cicadas, not daring to make a sound, Yang Jian didn't even look at them, he tied them like that, threw them in the forest of the hunting ground, picked up the little bun Yang Guang and put them on the horse's back, and Following the second child Yang Zheng and the third child Yang Zan, they hurried to the camp.

The hunting ground camp was quiet and quiet, the little emperor went out hunting with all the ministers, only a few guards and palace people were busy in the camp.

Yang Jian jumped off his horse, rushed into the tent with the little bun in his arms, and said to Yang Zan, "Third brother, hurry to the medical officer!"

Yang Zan said without hesitation, "Okay, brother, let's go now!"

Yang Jianfu said to the second brother Yang Zheng: "Second brother, go and find out where Yu Wenhu's relatives are, especially where the Hushi General Yu Wenhui is now."

Yang Zheng suddenly frowned when his elder brother mentioned Yu Wenhui, the hussar general who relied on his father for his position. He didn't know why he wanted to investigate Yuwenhui at this time, but he agreed without hesitation, saying: "Your brother will go now."

The two brothers moved swiftly, and immediately strode out of the tent. Before the medical officer arrived, only Yang Jian and the little bun Yang Guang were left in the tent.

Although it was daytime, there were no lights in the camp, so it was still a bit dim.I don't know if it's Yang Guang's illusion, but I always feel that Yang Jian's face is a little... weird.

Yes, weird.

Yang Jian put the little bun on the bed, turned his head and strode to the desk, reached out to grab the cup on the desk, as if he was thirsty and wanted to drink water, but the cup was empty.These jobs are usually done by the servant Maize. Maize didn't go hunting with him, but he was no longer in the camp, and he didn't know where he went.

slap-

The water essence cup tilted, rolled down from the table, hit the ground and shattered into several petals, splashing.

The little bun Yang Guang heard the crisp sound, turned over with his little meaty hands, and said, "Father?"

Yang Jian growled hoarsely: "It's right there, don't come over!"

Yang Guang frowned slightly, squinting his eyes to look at Yang Jian, it was really not an illusion, Yang Jian's face was very strange, as if he was struggling for something.

The sweet buttermilk aroma in the mouth is still permeating, lingering for a long time, with endless aftertaste, but that sweet smell seems to be a deadly poison to Yang Jian...

Yang Jian restrained his heavy breathing, and slowly raised his head. In the dim tent, there happened to be an exquisite bronze mirror on the side of the desk. Yang Jian's blood-red eyes stared at himself in the bronze mirror.

The extremely hoarse voice slowly said: "Why... suppress yourself?"

Yang Jian suddenly asked a question, the little bun Yang Guang frowned even more, and asked tentatively: "Father, father, are you swollen?"

But Yang Jian didn't seem to hear Yang Guang's voice, facing the bronze mirror, slowly raised his hand in the dark, and stroked his cheek, which was still stained with blood.

"This is you..." Yang Jian opened his mouth to the bronze mirror again, and murmured, "Kill whoever you want, kill whoever you want, you can do whatever you want as long as you feel happy! Don't you want to continue to suppress yourself?" Is it?"

When Yang Jian said this, a crack suddenly appeared on his excited face, he struggled a little, and said hoarsely: "Water...water..."

He said, the crack was quickly swallowed by excitement, and he continued to face the bronze mirror, staring at himself in the bronze mirror in the dark, and said with a smile: "Don't struggle, this is me... easy to get hurt, hate betrayal I'm actually not gentle at all, and I'm not a nice person, the blood feels so good, so warm..."

Yang Guang frowned and stared at Yang Jian. Yang Jian seemed to be talking to the bronze mirror, speaking incoherently without knowing what he was talking about. His expression sank for a while, but struggled for a while.

Yang Guang immediately jumped off the bed, ran into the tent with his short legs, and used his little feet to reach the kettle on the table. There was still a little water in the kettle, although it was already cold.

Yang Guang immediately poured out the last bit of cold water, poured it into a small earcup, and ran back again, saying in a childish voice, "Father! Drink water!"

When Yang Jian saw the glass of water, he snapped his hands and grabbed it, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.The water that has cooled down has a refreshing coolness in the hot summer, and instantly washes away the remaining sweet taste in the mouth.

The sweetness faded little by little, and the rationality slowly returned. The glass of cold water seemed to be the antidote of the Daluo God, pulling Yang Jian back from the edge of collapse.

"Ho...ho..." Yang Jian supported the desk with both hands, took a few heavy breaths, thin sweat slowly soaked from his forehead, rolled down his temples, and finally returned to calmness.

Yang Jian knew that he didn't actually have multiple personalities. From the beginning to the end, whether it was the gentle Yang Jian or the mad dog-like Yang Jian, it was all him. It was just his own psychological reasons.The psychological shadow in the early years is like a curse, and sweets are the spell that opens the curse...

"Father?" Yang Guang called tentatively.

Yang Jian slowly came back to his senses, his face was still a little weak, and he didn't know if his crazy appearance scared his cheap son.

"Brother! The medical officer is here!"

The third child, Yang Zan, rushed into the camp with the medical officer, only saw the water essence cup broken all over the floor, and didn't know what happened.

Yang Jian smoothed his breathing, and quickly said, "Quick, show it to my pediatrician."

The medical officer came forward to show the little bun to Dr. Yang Guang. The little bun fell off the horse. Fortunately, the pony was not big, so the fall was not heavy. There was a cut on the cheek, but it was only a small bloody mouth, and there was no bleeding. How much blood, already healed by itself.

The medical officer immediately wrote the prescription and left the wound medicine. Yang Jian held the little bun in his arms, cleaned the wound carefully, and then gently applied the wound medicine.

Before Yang Jian ate sweet buttermilk, he became a "mad dog" for a while, and accidentally injured the little bun in his hands. In fact, Yang Jian himself knew it. He looked very gentle and said, "Son, does it hurt?"

Yang Guang is not a real milk baby. Thinking that he has been fighting in the battlefield since he was 13 years old, he has been a soldier all his life, and injuries are commonplace. Yang Guang doesn't care about such a small wound.

Yang Guang just wanted to say that it doesn't hurt, his eyes moved slightly, and then he thought, he is just a four or five-year-old baby now, if he said it didn't hurt, wouldn't it be untrue?What's more, Yang Jian obviously feels guilty about himself, so it's better to seize this guilt, so as not to "fall out of favor".

So the little bun tightly grabbed Yang Jian's sleeve, like a pitiful child, and forced two tears out of his mouth.Yang Guang's emotional intelligence is extremely high, and his tears can be freely retracted. He choked and said: "Father...Father, no, it doesn't matter, if father blows, it won't hurt..."

It has to be said that Yang Guang's move was to retreat and advance, it was really tight, and it just caught Yang Jian's "weak spot" that he couldn't see the child cry, Yang Jian was even more distressed, saying: "It's all father Father is not good, father will brag to you, good boy."

When Yang Guang was pretending to be pitiful, the second son Yang Zheng strode back, hurriedly raised the curtain, and shouted: "Brother! Really let the elder brother decide!"

Just now, Yang Jian asked the third child to go to the medical officer, but he didn't let the second child idle. Yang Zheng hurriedly went to investigate the matter of Yuwen Hu.

Yang Zheng hurriedly said: "Today's hunting, Yu Wenhu followed the owner, and did not bring a single soldier, but... Hussar General Yu Wenhui took fifty elites with him when he left the camp!"

The elders of Guogong accompanied the master to hunt, but Yuwenhui did not. Logically speaking, it is reasonable for him to take fifty people to hunt, but the bad thing is...

Yang Zheng frowned and said, "My younger brother specially sent someone to check the hunting ground. Yu Wenhui didn't go hunting. After leaving the camp, he turned back north."

"North?" Yang Zan said, "It's broken! Isn't that the place where people hunt?"

Yang Jian coaxed the little bun, patted it lightly, sneered, and said, "Sure enough, ginger is still hot."

The little emperor Yu Wenyong conspired with Liang Guogong Hou Mo Chenchong, planning to kill Yu Wenhu while hunting, but who knew that Yu Wenhu had already prepared.

Yu Wenhu didn't lead troops to hunt, it was just an illusion to let the little emperor relax his vigilance, the real focus was on his son Yu Wenhui.

Everyone knows that Yu Wenhui is the third son of Otsuka's chancellor, a piece of mud that can't stand up to the wall, and only relying on his father's relationship, he got into the position of today's Hussar General.But this kind of "mud" is Yu Wenhu's last resort.

The third child, Yang Zan, said: "The owner has arranged fifty imperial guards, and Yuwen Hu has also arranged fifty elite guards. Now they are evenly matched."

The little bun Yang Guang pretended to be pitiful and huddled in Yang Jian's arms, but he kept his ears open and never idled for a moment. His big cat-like eyes flicked back and forth. Hearing Yang Zan's words, he laughed inwardly. This Yang Zan is still too tender.

At this moment, Yang Jian said, "No, it's not evenly matched."

Yang Zheng said: "Fifty against fifty, big brother, why isn't it evenly matched?"

Yang Jian pondered and said: "Although the lord has fifty elite imperial troops, don't forget that Yuwenhu killed three monarchs in a row. He not only has fifty elites, but also has monstrous power. In such an evenly matched situation, do you think the Lord has any chance of winning?"

"This..." Yang Zan panicked, "What should I do? Grandpa is still in the small hunting ground in the north! If anything happens, Grandpa will inevitably happen."

Hearing Yang Jian's analysis, Yang Guang couldn't help but secretly glanced at Yang Jian. At this time in his previous life, Yang Guang hadn't been born yet, so he didn't know what his father looked like when he was young. He didn't expect his father to have far-sighted plans at such a young age. , thinking so long.

Yang Zheng stood in the tent with his arms folded, restraining his simple and honest aura, he actually had the air of a steady general, and said: "Yu Wenhu is powerful, and now most of the military power is in his hands. If Hu loses this confrontation, the consequences... can be imagined."

Yu Wenhu has always been hostile to the "Eight Pillars" back then. After supporting the young emperor Yu Wenyong to ascend the throne, he became more high-pressured and centralized, putting pressure on various princes. The dispute is endless.

The little emperor and Liang Guogong had such a quarrel, the result can be imagined, because of Liang Guogong's matter, Yu Wenhu will inevitably anger the other "Eight Pillar Kingdoms", and Sui Guogong's mansion will bear the brunt.

Even if they weren't in the small hunting ground to the north, they could already guess the situation where the swords were about to explode. Yang Zan's palms were sweating and he said, "Brother, what should we do? It won't help if we go over now. Without a military festival, even 50 people cannot be mobilized, not to mention that most of the soldiers in this battalion are the confidantes of Duke Liang, and we... we cannot mobilize troops."

In ancient times, it seemed common sense that the Tiger Talisman Festival was needed for dispatching more than 50 troops, but in fact, the Military Festival was not used to restrain generals, but a tool to restrain those in power.

The ancient military festival is usually divided into two parts, one half is in the hands of the army, and the other half is in the hands of the emperor. When troops need to be deployed, the emperor will send someone to hold the military festival, and the troops can be dispatched on the spot.But in fact, if it is a general who holds military power, he does not need the other half of the emperor's military festival to deploy troops.That's why it is said that the military festival is actually a prop to restrain the emperor, not a prop to restrain the generals. This is why emperors have been so afraid of generals who wield military power since ancient times.

If Yang Jian and the others were members of Duke Liang's mansion, they would not need any military skills to mobilize the soldiers and horses in the camp, but they were not from Duke Liang's mansion, and Yang Jian almost pierced the lute bone of Duke Liang's son not long ago. How could such a big Liangzi transfer troops?

Yang Zheng lost his face. He has led troops for so many years, and he also knows that it is absolutely impossible to manage the transfer of troops from Liang Guogong's mansion.

But Yang Jian said suddenly: "No, we have soldiers and horses."

"There are soldiers and horses?" Yang Zan was astonished, and then he thought about it. The elder brother was probably talking about the cronies of the Duke of Sui who accompanied him, but that was not enough for 50 people, and it was not enough to put teeth between them.

Yang Jian smiled, showing a confident smile, and said: "There are more than 50 people, we have more than two hundred people."

"two hundred?"

"two hundred?"

Yang Zheng and Yang Zan almost spoke in unison, looking at Yang Jian in surprise, but Yang Guang, the little bun, suddenly realized, and said two words in a childish voice: "Refugees."

……

Inside the hunting ground, after Liang Guogong Hou Mo Chen Chong gave an order, fifty elite guards suddenly rushed in from all directions, each with a weapon in hand.

"This...what's the matter?"

"Liang Guogong, where are the guards here?"

The officials at the scene became confused in an instant. Liang Guogong Hou Mo Chenchong strode forward and said in a loud voice: "Everyone! Don't panic! I am under the order of the lord to lead the army to punish the criminal Yu Wenhu!"

As soon as Hou Mo and Chen Chong's words fell, everyone panicked and looked at Yu Wenhu.

Otsuka Zaiyu Wenhu is not young anymore. Although he is the little emperor's brother, his seniority is the same as the little emperor, but he followed the little emperor's father to fight in the north and south, his temples are slightly gray, and his sons are much older than the little emperor. juvenile years old.

Yu Wenhu was dressed in the robes of the Heavenly Official Dazai, and stood firmly in the hunting ground, as if he was not the one Liang Guogong wanted to attack at all.

Liang Guogong Hou Mo Chenchong yelled angrily: "Yuwenhu! You are bloodthirsty, threatening the owner, and disobeying the laws of nature. Why don't you take the initiative to punish me?!"

"Fu Zhu?" Yu Wenhu finally moved, and just said two words softly.

Immediately, he didn't look at Liang Guogong any more, and looked through the crowd, staring at the thin little emperor Yu Wenyong, and said indifferently: "Master, I just want to ask, is what Liang Guogong said is true? Did the Lord order it?" , want to kill Yuchen?"

The little emperor Yu Wenyong didn't speak, his hands drooped and clasped in front of him, his eyes were so calm that he didn't look like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child, the cowardly and weak eyes in the past disappeared, and he stared at Yu Wenhu coldly.

Liang Guogong Hou Mo Chenchong roared: "Yu Wenhu, you are dying, and you still have so many complaints? You greedy minister, everyone will punish you!"

"Is that so..." Yu Wenhu laughed, but still didn't see any anxious look, and said slowly: "Okay, it seems that today is lively, I am old, but I always like to be lively."

He said, clapping his palms lightly.

"Wow--" At the same time, Jie Zhou's voice was heard, and with the sound of footsteps, dozens of people quickly drove into the hunting ground. The leader was a black Jie Zhou. The muddy son on the wall——Yu Wenhui!

Yu Wenhui strode into the hunting ground, waved his hand, and the elite quickly drove in, once again surrounding the hunting ground.

Liang Guogong's eyes were a little flustered immediately, he forced himself to be calm, and scolded: "Yu Wenhu, are you going to rebel?!"

"Rebellion?" Yu Wenhu asked lightly, he straightened his loose Dazai robe, and walked over slowly.Every time he took a step, the courtiers took a step back, not only because of the deterrence of Yuwenhui's soldiers and horses, but also because of Yuwenhu's long-standing backlog of despicable power, no one dared to make a mistake in front of Yuwenhu.

The courtiers retreated one after another, and soon, the little emperor standing behind was exposed.

The little emperor Yu Wenyong planned for a long time. First, he used two or two thousands of dollars to provoke the relationship between the Qing clan and the public clan, and then he seemed to reuse Liang Guogong Hou Mo Chenchong, and honestly pretended to be a cowardly and stubborn puppet emperor.