I'm a Buddhist foster child

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Having said that...

But Yang Guang felt that Otsuka Zai Yu Wenhu would not eat a chicken rack. If Yang Jian really took out a grilled chicken rack to entertain Otsuka Zai, the banquet would definitely collapse.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Son, what kind of distrustful eyes are you looking at? My father and father never do anything out of order, and I should know this best."

Yang Jian walked over, picked out a few "phoenixes" that looked good, and asked the cooks to deal with them. Then Yang Jian picked off the chicken legs and all the chicken breasts, leaving the chicken racks.

Debone the chicken legs, remove the large bones in the middle, and then marinate them for later use. The chicken breasts are cooked and torn into shreds. Yang Jian did not waste the chicken racks. Put it in a pot and boil to make a thick chicken soup.

After Yang Jian stewed the chicken soup, he began to pound his boneless chicken leg meat. He was going to use the boneless chicken leg meat to make a peerless delicacy that no one could resist-boneless fried chicken!

Speaking of the way to eat chicken, Yang Jian thinks that the ultimate chicken must be deep-fried. Whether it is fried chicken or spicy diced chicken, the deep-fried chicken is full of fragrance, and the defect of chicken's inherent lack of first-class taste can also be ignored.

What Yang Jian is going to do today is fried chicken. He marinated large pieces of boneless chicken to ensure the flavor and remove the fishy smell, and then he started frying it in the pan.

With the oily splash, a large piece of chicken slides into the pot, and it quickly becomes fragrant. The outer shell is browned, but the heart is tender and juicy. The chicken fried in this way will not be too old, and the taste will be more delicate.

Yang Jian took out the fried chicken, put it aside to control the oil, and then brought over the noodles made by the cooks. It seemed that he was going to make noodles and mixed some sesame sauce. Anyway, Yang Guang saw it in a cloud.

Yang Guang sniffed his little nose. The smell of fried chicken was delicious. After frying, the aroma was extremely overbearing.

Yang Guang jumped down from the desk, ran over, grabbed Chengpan, stared straight at the browned and crispy fried chicken with his big eyes, although he had a small face, but there was a strong expression in his eyes. Strong greed, as if one is not paying attention, the saliva will fall down.

Yang Jian smiled and said deliberately: "Son, come and help father and father taste the saltiness of fried chicken."

"Yeah!" Yang Guang nodded, his fleshy face trembling, and said in a childlike voice, "Then son will help father taste it."

As he said, because he was not tall enough to reach Chengpan, and he still had to pad his little feet, he tried his best to reach out and picked up the biggest boneless fried chicken from Chengpan.

The chicken legs are huge, wishing they were bigger than Yang Guang's little face. Yang Guang held the fried chicken with both hands. The tempting taste is one of the most quintessential aspects of fried chicken. Before eating it, you can smell a greasy aroma, which is very attractive.

The little bun Yang Guang’s eyes were shining, and he looked impatient, “Wow!” After biting into it, the chicken skin was crispy, and the chicken would not fall off when touched, but the inside of the chicken was tender and juicy, and the marinated chicken was also fresh. , there is no fishy smell at all, and the deliciousness of the chicken is fully enhanced, which is impeccable!

"Aww! Aww! Aw..." Little Baozi didn't say a word, he took three big mouthfuls in a row, often he didn't swallow one mouthful, and then he couldn't wait to take another bite, his little mouth glistened with oil, and the oil was splattered. Chewing, full of contagion, Yang Jian felt a little hungry after watching it.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Son, eat slowly, there will be other delicacies in a while, don't be full."

Yang Guang nodded, but his little mouth was full of fried chicken, and he couldn't speak at all. Although he wanted to stop, the fried chicken seemed disobedient and kept running into his mouth, no matter what he couldn't stop it , In two or three bites, I finished eating the whole big chicken drumstick.

Yang Guang couldn't get enough of it, he looked down at his oily chubby hand, which still had the crispy shell crumbs of the fried chicken on it, so he raised his little meaty hand, "sipped" twice, and ate the crumbs in his heart Lost.

Yang Jian made a piece of noodles and some shredded chicken breast meat. What he wanted to do was cold noodles with shredded chicken!

Chicken breast is very bad, and it will affect the taste when fried. If it is too tender, it will lose the firmness of the meat. Therefore, Yang Jian does not like chicken breast stir-fry. , mixed in the cold noodles, it will not affect the taste at all, and it will not feel that the chicken breast is too thick, but it will increase the layering of the cold noodles.

Yang Jian made a boneless fried chicken, made a dish of shredded chicken cold noodles, and made a thick soup with chicken racks and various mushrooms. They were all ready soon. This is what Yang Jian planned to entertain Otsuka Zaiyu Wenhu of three courses.

Yang Guang wiped his oily little mouth, and said strangely: "Father, although these three dishes are extremely delicious, but serving Otsuka Zai with only three dishes, will it look too shabby?"

Yang Jian said: "These three ways are just right."

Otsuka Zai Yuwenhu brought his son Yuwenhui and his nephew Yuwenxuan to the banquet, and at dusk, they arrived at the Duke's mansion of the Sui Dynasty.

There were not many people at the banquet today, only Yang Jian and Yang Guang were the hosts. The banquet was held in a small hall, which was completely clean and even a little deserted.

Yu Wenhu walked in, cupped his hands and said, "General Zhenjun!"

Yang Jian came to greet him and said, "The governor of Otsuka appreciates his face, but he is far away from us."

Yu Wenhu smiled very kindly, and said: "The general of the town army has used the debt of favor. This banquet, it seems that the old man must have a real treat."

"Please!" Yang Jian made a gesture of invitation and led Yu Wenhu into the hall.

There were three desks in the hall, one belonged to Yang Jian and Yang Guang, one belonged to Otsuka Zai Yuwenhu, and the other belonged to Yuwenhui and Yuwenxuan. Everyone sat down and bowed their heads. Look at the dishes on the table.

A meat dish, a cake, and a soup, three simple flavors, but as soon as you enter the hall, the fragrant smell is approaching, indescribably overbearing.

Yu Wenhui looked curiously at the food on the table. Although there were not many of them, among these food, only pheasant soup was seen by Yu Wenhui before. Except for the chicken soup, the other two were very fresh.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Today, I'm showing my ugliness. Please try it and see if it suits your taste."

Yuwenhui and Yang Jian are old acquaintances, so they are not polite. Because the fried chicken is round and hard to eat with chopsticks, Yuwenhui directly grabbed the biggest fried chicken and put it in the mouth. People can't stop, the taste is so fresh and tender when you bite in, you can almost see the gravy, and the taste is fresh and tender.

Yu Wenhui's eyes lit up immediately, and he picked up a large piece of chicken shredded cold noodles with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. Return to sweetness, the sweetness is freshened, and the mouth is indescribably clear.

There was also a bowl of pheasant chicken soup next to it. Yuwenhui didn't take a small dagger, so he just picked up the soup bowl and drank it. It is smooth and elastic, and it is better than meat.

Yuwen knew how to eat, he knew a long time ago that he must be lucky to come to the banquet with Grandpa.

Yu Wenzhou smiled helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Brother, eat slowly."

Yuwen would eat it to his heart's content, so he gave Yuwenzhou a boneless fried chicken and said, "Brother, you can try this delicious food too."

Yang Jian looked at Yu Wenhu and said, "Master Otsuka, what do you think these three dishes taste like?"

Yu Wenhu said: "The generals of the Zhenjun have extraordinary craftsmanship, even if they are the cooks in the palace, they can't compare with the craftsmanship of the generals of the Zhenjun."

Although Yuwenhu has elements of politeness in it, what he said is definitely not a lie. Although he is not as dumb as Yuwenhui, the fried chicken, shredded chicken cold noodles and chicken soup are really delicious. Absolutely.

Yang Jian smiled faintly, and finally got to the point, saying: "Zai Otsuka didn't know something. This boneless fried chicken is made by deliberately selecting fresh chicken legs, removing the bones, marinating, and then frying. The chicken legs The meat is made into fried chicken, the taste is tender and juicy, it is the most delicious...I have also seen many people, in order to cut corners and reduce costs, the boneless fried chicken is said to be chicken leg meat, but only the cheapest chicken breast is used , the chicken breast meat has been tenderized, and the taste is indeed much softer and tender, but after all, it is not as firm and elastic as chicken leg meat, and it is not as tender and juicy as chicken leg meat."

When Yang Jian said this, Yu Wenhu frowned slightly. He always felt that what Yang Jian wanted to talk to him was not as simple as chicken legs.

Yang Jian smiled, and continued: "Although this chicken breast is not as good as fried chicken, it has very little fat and tastes healthy. It is the favorite food of people who are afraid of fat. Tear it into thin shreds and mix it in the cold noodles, it doesn’t make the taste tough, but it adds a bit of chewiness to the cold noodles, doesn’t it?”

Yu Wenhu put down his chopsticks and squinted at Yang Jian. He could see that Yang Jian didn't want to tell him the difference between chicken thigh meat and chicken breast meat. Come to Yuwenhu to have a banquet.

When Yang Jian said this, he had something to say, and continued: "There is also this chicken soup. The chicken soup tastes fresh and tender. Who knows that this chicken soup is actually made from the chicken rack with the chicken shaved off? The chicken rack is boiled. The soup made is no worse than the soup made from chicken thighs and chicken breasts, but the delicious essence in the chicken bones is all boiled out, which is unmatched by any chicken."

Yu Wenhu stared at Yang Jian and said, "General Zhenjun has something to say, you might as well just say it."

Yang Jian raised his lips and smiled, and said: "Actually, what I want to say is very simple, Jian and Otsuka Zai, as well as the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, isn't it the Phoenix Banquet at this table now? Chicken legs, chicken breasts and chicken racks, each has its own Each has its own advantages, and it is the most appropriate configuration to fry the chicken legs, mix the chicken breasts with noodles, and boil the chicken bones in soup. If the chicken bones must be deep-fried, wouldn’t it be nondescript? If the chicken breasts must be stewed in soup, wouldn’t it be dry and tasteless? ? If the chicken legs must be shredded for noodles, wouldn’t it be a waste of money? Every ingredient needs to be brought into full play and placed where they should be placed. If they are placed in the wrong place... I’m afraid it will ruin a table of Phoenix banquets, who? You can't eat it either, can you?"

There was something in Yang Jian's words, everyone present were smart people, including Yu Wenhui, they all understood in an instant, Yang Jian was using chicken to compare himself, Otsuka Zai and courtiers, what position should be the most suitable for everyone.

In history, Yu Wenhu, with great achievements, killed three monarchs in a row, but in the end, he was no different from Ji Zhong, the most powerful official in the Spring and Autumn Period. The courtiers are always courtiers, no matter how long their hands are, they are not human beings Lord's order.

Just like this chicken bone, the chicken bone can be used to make soup, which is very delicious. Anyone who drinks this chicken soup will praise it as unparalleled in the world, but no matter how delicious the chicken bone is, it is impossible to pick out the meat for frying. This is obvious. The truth, even children understand.

But today's imperial court is facing such a division.

The princes of various kingdoms are ready to move, Otsuka Zaiyuwenhu is also ready to go, all aiming at the throne of the master, but there is only one throne of the master...

"Smash, smash!" There was silence in the small hall, only the sound of the little bun Yang Guang gnawing on the chicken. Yang Guang sat in Yang Jian's arms, holding a "huge" boneless fried chicken, smashing and eating. The fragrance is so good, the little meat rubs all the oil on the face, no need to spit out the bones, it is full of meat in one bite, this feeling is really enjoyable and happy.

"Smash, smash..."

"Suck!"

The sound of gnawing chicken tirelessly echoed, as if urging Yu Wenhu to answer.

Yu Wenhu narrowed his eyes. He naturally understood this obvious truth, but no one had ever said it so bluntly.

Yang Jian smiled slightly, took out a chicken bone from the chicken soup, and said thoughtfully: "If the chicken bone is restless and insists on jumping into the frying pan, there is only one end... that is to be blown to pieces, Is not it?"

Yu Wenhu's eyes became deeper, and Yang Jian said lightly: "Whether to make a bowl of thick old soup, or to make chicken bones that are smashed into pieces, if Otsuka Zai is chicken bones, how would you choose?"

Yuwenhu didn't speak for a while, and everyone present held their breath, especially Yuwenhui, who still had fried chicken in his mouth and bit half of it, Yuwenhui didn't dare to eat it, and stared at Grandpa Yuwenhu.

After a long, long time, Yu Wenhu suddenly laughed and said: "The general of the army is joking. How could the chicken bones jump off the frying pan by itself, making yourself so boring?"

When Yuwenhu said this, Yuwenhui breathed a sigh of relief. Although they were talking about the problem of chicken bones, everyone understood it. Yuwenhu made it clear that he was not going to quarrel with Yang Jian.

Yu Wenhu has a lot of authority now. He is a veteran of several dynasties. If the status quo is maintained, he can still maintain his status as a veteran. No one can shake him. Great military power, no advantage, and there are so many princes covetously wanting to pick up melons behind, wishing they could fight as fiercely as possible, how could Yuwenhu follow their wishes?

Yang Jian's eyebrows were gentle, and he said: "Zai Otsuka is right, everyone performs their own duties, this Phoenix Banquet can become a Phoenix Banquet, otherwise no one will be able to enjoy it."

Yang Jian finally said: "Zai Otsuka likes chicken so much, why don't you take some back and eat slowly, it's also part of Jian's heart."

There was still some fried chicken left in the back kitchen. Yang Guang had a small calculation in his heart. He originally wanted to stay and eat by himself, but Yang Jian actually packed it for Yu Wenhu and took it away. Carnivorous animals especially like to eat fried chicken. If you bring back so many fried chickens, you will definitely be able to eat them all.

The one who disliked the most was Yang Guang. Yang Guang squinted his eyes and looked like a little adult. He stood with his hands behind his back and stared at Yu Wenhui with a shihe containing fried chicken, and got on his horse.

The sound of horseshoes went away, and Yang Guang was still standing at the gate of the mansion, squinting his eyes and staring at the distance that was too far to be seen. Yang Jian said with a smile: "Son, if you like fried chicken, you will be a father tomorrow!" I’ll make it for you again, it’s delicious when it’s freshly fried.”

Yang Guang "cough!" Coughed, trying to save face and denying it, said: "My son is not thinking about fried chicken, but thinking about what Jay Otsuka just said."

Yang Jian used chicken as an analogy, Yu Wenhu seemed to have figured it out, and he didn't plan to confront Yang Jianming face to face. Although he didn't make it clear, the banquet was quite harmonious. It can be said that Yang Jian had appeased Yu Wenhu, so next time step……

Yang Jian looked at the distant sky, it was dark early in winter, and the sky was already covered in darkness, shrouded in dim moonlight, and said thoughtfully: "That day... is getting closer and closer."

After Yuchi Youqi returned to Jingzhao, he was almost invisible, and he didn't know where he went. He couldn't see Yuchi Youqi when he was eating twice in three days. Every time Yang Jian fell asleep, Yuchi You Qi hasn't come back yet.

Yang Jian is free today, holding his cheap son who is warm in winter and cool in summer as a warm baby, and spreads out a document in front of him. In fact, he is not reading the document, but his son is reading the document. Yang Jian is on the verge of dozing off, with a little head A little bit, and then he simply rested his chin on the top of the little bun's hair, the height was just right, the little hair was soft and quite comfortable.

Yang Guang was reviewing documents. As a father, he always made troubles and put his head on top of his own. Yang Guang suddenly felt that his head was sinking twice!

Yang Guang rolled his eyes, and said with a stern face, "Father can't find something to do?"

Yang Jian stretched his waist and said, "Aren't father and father helping you to review documents?"

Yang Guang laughed "hehe", and said ruthlessly: "These documents should have been approved by my father."

Yang Jian said without shame: "My son is so ruthless and unreasonable, so father and father went to find the lovely and considerate King Langya who can act like a baby."

Yang Guang: "..."

Yang Guang let out a "tsk", the blatant threat was definitely a threat, thinking of that chubby little overlord of King Langya, Yang Guang's head hurt even more, and he said, "That's all."

"Good son." Seeing that he was subdued, Yang Jian put his chin on the top of Yang Guang's head again, and said with a smile, "Nuan Baobao is so warm."

When he said this, he heard the sound of "treading" footsteps. Yang Guang's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he gave Yang Jian the writing brush in Xiaorou's hand. Yang Jian quickly took it, as if he was diligently reviewing the documents. , frowning slightly, looking serious about his work.

The person who walked in was Yuan Zhou.

Yuan Zhou bowed his hands to see him and said, "General, I found out where General Yuchi is going."

Yuchi Youqi...

"Oh?" Yang Jian put down the brush.

Yuan Zhou reported back: "General Yuchi bought a piece of land in the suburbs of Jingzhao these days. It was an old house bought from a rich man."

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Buy a house?"

Yuan Zhou also said: "General Yuchi will leave the city every morning, go to this old house, and return when the city gate is closed, and sometimes spend the night in the old house."

"That's right," Yuan Zhou thought of something, and said, "There seems to be no servants in this old house, and all the food and clothing were bought and brought by General Yuchi himself.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "It's really a treasure in the golden house."

Yuan Zhou said in a deep voice: "General, do you want me..."

There was no need for Yuan Zhou to finish speaking, Yang Jian had already thought of what he would say, so he quickly stopped and said, "Prepare the horse, let's go and have a look."

Yuan Zhou cupped his hands and said, "Yes!"

Yang Jian took his son Yang Guang and Yuan Zhou, a total of three people, left on horseback and went out of the city.

Not long after they left, Yuchi Youqi came back, he was thoughtful all the way, a little absent-minded, "Boom—" bumped into someone, the two of them were unprepared, and they both fell to the ground.

Yuchi Youqi looked up, didn't he bump into the same absent-minded youngest Yang Zan?

Yang Zan was thinking about something just now, and he didn't see Yuchi Youqi at all. The two of them bumped into each other firmly, and they both fell to the ground, hurting so much.

Yang Zan fell to the ground, Yang Zheng hurriedly ran over from a distance, helped one up with one hand, dusted Yang Zan's robe, and said, "Third brother, did you fall?"

Yuchi Youqi stood up and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't see clearly that it was Lord Sanlang."

"It's okay," Yang Zan said, "I was distracted just now, and I didn't see clearly. You're welcome."

Yang Zheng said strangely: "Brother Yuchi, what's on your mind?"

Yuchi Youqi bit his lower lip, as if he was making a decision, and said, "I... want to ask, is the crown prince in the mansion?"

Yang Zheng said: "Brother? Brother just went out, if you come back earlier, you will be able to see him."

"Going out..." Yuchi Youqi said, "Did you say where you went? I have something urgent to report to the prince."

Yang Zheng said: "I don't know where to go, we didn't ask, but... I vaguely heard Brother Yuan Zhou say that he was going out of the city."

"Out of the city?" Yuchi Youqi frowned slightly.

Yang Zheng said again: "Yes, I went to the south of the city."

Yuchi Youqi's heart skipped a beat, Chengnan?Or go out of the city, isn't this the direction of the old house I bought?Ever since he saw Yu Wenyong who had come back to life in Tongguan, Yuchi Youqi secretly brought him back to Chang'an and settled in the southern suburbs.

Yuchi Youqi bought an old house with his own money. The rich Jia didn't live in Chang'an, and these years were very chaotic. The rich Jia was doing business in the south, so he planned to sell the house. Yuchi Youqi saw Seeing that the house was remote and the population was too small, he bought it and settled Yu Wenyong here.

Yuchi Youqi was afraid that others would discover Yu Wenyong, and the situation in the court was chaotic. Once the news that Yu Wenyong did not die, but turned into a fool, it would probably cause violent turmoil, so Yu Chi Youqi kept burying the matter In the bottom of my heart, no one revealed a word, and I don't need servants, I do everything by myself, and I buy some things for food and clothing every day to visit Yu Wenyong.

In fact, Yuchi Youqi thought for a long time, he suffered from insomnia every day, should he tell Yang Jian about this matter.

Yu Wenyong is a person who is kind to Yu Chi Youqi. Yu Chi Youqi has always missed the past. The reason why he is loyal to Yang Jian is also because of his nostalgia and affection. Now this kind of disposition has become his burden instead.

It's not that Yuchi Youqi doesn't believe in Yang Jian, and Yang Jian is not a person who wants to kill everything. If he knows that Yu Wenyong has become a fool and there is no danger at all, he will most likely let Yu Wenyong go.

but……

Yang Jian is no longer alone, there is a huge group behind him, will these people also let Yu Wenyong go?There are a lot of people, once it is exposed, it will inevitably spread, and if it is used by someone with a heart, it will not only harm Yu Wenyong, but also harm Yang Jian.

Yuchi Youqi thought for a long time, this is simply an unsolvable problem, and today he finally made a decision, he seemed to be unable to hide it any longer, he had to discuss it with Yang Jian.

But who knew that at this moment, by such a "coincidence", Yuchi Youqi came to look for Yang Jian, but Yang Jian left the city and went south.

"Oops!" Yuchi Youqi exclaimed, if Yang Jian found out the clue instead of hearing it from himself, would there be any misunderstanding?

Yuchi Youqi didn't have time to speak clearly, so he turned around and ran, striding out of the mansion, getting on his horse without stopping, drinking the horse and rushing towards the city gate.

Yuchi Youqi felt like beating a drum in his heart, and frantically urged the horse to run. He heard that Yang Jian had not left for a long time, and he might be able to catch up. He galloped all the way, but when he reached the gate of the old house, he still did not see Yang Jian. I saw two horses tied to a big tree outside the old house.

Yuchi Youqi's heart almost hangs in his throat, this is Yang Jian's horse, he will never remember wrongly, Yang Jian has entered the old house?

Yuchi Youqi didn't wait for the horse to stop, turned over and jumped off the horse's back, rushed open the gate of the old house without stopping, stumbled, and fell directly to the ground with a "plop".

"Little corn?" A laugh said, "It's not Chinese New Year yet, so there's no lucky money for such a big gift."

Yuchi Youqi looked up, it was Yang Jian!

Yang Jian had the same smile on his face as in the past, without grudges, disgust, alienation or speculation, more than that, he even reached out to help him up from the ground.

"Shi... son?" Yuchi Youqi said in a daze, "You..."

Yang Jian led the little bun Yang Guang, followed by the guard Yuanzhou, and said with a smile: "Little Zhuang, I heard that you have built a mansion with all your belongings. I came here to take a look. This mansion is not very good. How much money have you spent, I'm afraid you have been taken advantage of?"

Yuchi Youqi pursed the corners of his lips, stared at Yang Jian closely, and said, "Your Majesty... have you gone in and seen it?"

Yang Jian shook his head and said: "No, when we came, the master's house was not there, so it's not easy to trespass. When visiting the mansion... it's better to have the master's house lead the way, isn't it?"

Yang Jian seemed to have something in his words, Yuchi Youqi's heart beat wildly, and he said: "My son...you are right, please invite your son to come with Youqi. Youqi has something important and wants to report it to your son."

Yang Jian nodded and said, "Let's go, lead the way."

Yuchi Youqi was nervous, clenched his fists with cold sweat on his palms, led Yang Jian and his party inside, and arrived at the innermost and most remote courtyard, where Yuchi Youqi stood at the door of a house in the corner , Said: "Here... is an old friend of the son, in fact...you Qi should have recommended it to the son long ago."

He said, "Squeak—" with a stiff movement, he slowly pushed open the door of the house.

The layout in the house is very simple, about the size of the body, a simple tent bed, a table with two ear cups on the table, and there is not even a mat on the floor.

Yang Jian walked in through the threshold, stood still in the house, looked left and right, the house was empty, but there was no one.

"Where are... people!?" Yuchi Youqi was taken aback, and said in shock: "Why... why is there no one? Impossible..."

Yang Zan deliberately avoided the crowds and went outside for a walk alone. He led the horse and walked for a while. The weather was very cold and it was going to be dusk, so he was going to turn the horse's head and go back.

After only walking a few steps, I saw someone approaching. In such a remote place with few people, I didn’t expect the road to be so narrow. The person who came was Zhao Guogong Yu Wenzhao!

When Yang Zan saw Yu Wenzhao, he wanted to get on his horse and drive the horse away, but Yu Wenzhao moved quickly and stopped in front of Yang Zan, grabbed his horse by the bridle to prevent Yang Zan from leaving, and said with a smile, "Master San Lang Want to leave as soon as you see me? Why? My face is so hideous?"

Yang Zan said coldly: "It's not speculative. I'm not on the same road as Mr. Zhao, so I have nothing to say."

"Really?" Yu Wenzhao said, "But as far as I know, Master Sanlang can't sleep or eat these days. Isn't it because he listened to my words that he is so preoccupied?"

Yang Zan grabbed the reins and said coldly, "Let go."

Yu Wenzhao still held on to the horse's bridle, and said: "Admit it, you are not a gentleman, you are already eager to move in your heart, but after listening to me, the ugliness is more obvious, isn't it? You have always been jealous Your eldest brother is the eldest son, why is he the eldest son? Obviously you are smarter, and you are more favored by Sui Guogong, but he is a few years older than you, he is the eldest son, and you have been the third son all your life. Not only status and Status, even women, are attracted to your elder brother's skin, but they can't see you. Your talent and brilliance are all covered by him. As long as he is around, you have nowhere to bloom, right? As long as he is around, Shunyang will never look at you more, will he?!"

Yang Zan's hand holding the rein creaked, restraining his anger, and said, "Are you finished? Get out!"

"I'm getting angry from embarrassment." Yuwen smiled instead of anger, and said, "I've hit your heart, right? Don't pretend to be a good brother, there's nothing wrong with admitting it. Brothers and friends, Gong is an ordinary family. It's just a matter that we were born in nobles. Brothers are not your siblings, but your hindrances. Only by stepping on their backs can you climb up. You are not reconciled, the woman you like will watch you all your life brother."

Yang Zan's breathing gradually became rapid, his eyeballs were bloodshot and red, and the rein of the horse was almost broken by him.

Yu Wenzhao said softly: "Now is your best time, as long as we work together to kill the stumbling blocks that get in the way. Once he dies, you will be the only one left in my sister's eyes. Can't you still find your tenderness and benefits? Think about it, brother who is in the way, and beautiful wife like a flower, which one do you want?"

Yang Zan didn't speak, but Yu Wenzhao showed a confident smile, slowly opened his palm, stuffed something into his palm, forced Yang Zan to hold it, and said, "This is the poison that seals the throat when you see blood. A little bit can kill a person instantly, of course there are disadvantages, the disadvantage is that any medical officer can detect it, as long as someone tries to eat it, they will be found out, and it is impossible to pass the heavy drug test of the Sui government... But you are different. "

"Lord Sanlang," Yu Wenzhao put his hand on Yang Zan's shoulder and whispered into his ear, "As long as you put a little bit in his meal, he doesn't need to pass a lot of drug tests, let alone alarm any medical officer. No one will doubt Master Sanlang, because you are Shizi's own younger brother!"

dear brother...

Yang Zan clenched his palm, and tightly squeezed the medicine bag in his palm, almost rubbing it into his palm.

Yu Wenzhao said with a smile: "Unbeknownst to anyone, once Sui Guogong's son dies, you will be my benefactor. At that time, my sister... will be yours."

After Yu Wenzhao finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer, and turned around and left in a leisurely stroll.

Yang Zan stood upright in the cold wind, holding the rein tightly with one hand, and tightly clutching the medicine bag with the other. His hands were shaking all the time, his face was ferocious, and there were bruised veins on his neck, but he never felt any pain. let go...

Yu Wenzhao walked a distance, then stopped suddenly, seemed to be talking to someone, restrained his smile, and became respectful, and said: "The minister has followed the order and handed over the poison powder to Yang Zan, Yuchi Youqi With Yang Zan, they are like the right arm of the general of the town army. As long as the arms are broken and the wings are torn, how can a group of mobs be united? Disintegration is no problem, and when the time comes... the general of the town army will feel the pain of betrayal and ruin. As long as the elder brother shows up at the time of the burial, this country, not only the country of the Great Zhou, but also the country of the people of Qi sent by the general of the town army, will be obediently delivered to the hands of the elder brother?"

A figure slowly turned out from behind a dark dead tree. His face was covered with intricate scars, his face was dignified and steady, and he stood with one hand behind his back in the dark dusk. He slowly raised the other hand and spread it out. Open the palm, revealing a small almond.

The figure pinches the almond, rubs it lightly with the index finger, and says in a hoarse voice, "This is what you taught me... Jishi."

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With a soft sound, the figure pinched the almond, pressed it to his lips, bit it lightly, and the sharp canine teeth immediately broke the almond in half...

The burial ceremony of Zhou Lord Yu Wenyong was in charge of Otsuka Prime Minister Yu Wenhu, but there were still many things that Yang Jian needed to cooperate with. Yu Wenhu entered the palace early, reviewed the official documents, and waited until the middle of the sun, and it was almost noon. See Yang Jian's shadow.

Yu Wenhu frowned and said, "Has the general of the town army arrived yet?"

The Zhongguan who came back tremblingly said, "Report to Zai Otsuka, General...the General hasn't arrived yet."

"Hmph!" Zhao Guogong Yu Wenzhao said with a sneer: "Today is a big day to discuss the burial. The burial of the owner is so serious. The general of the town army is late on purpose, and he doesn't care about the officials!"

Yu Wenhu has already reached an alliance with Yang Jian, so naturally he won't seriously hurt Yang Jian behind his back. Coupled with Yu Wenhu's understanding of Yang Jian, Yang Jian has a lot of problems when he talks about it, such as lazy beds and others, but he never does it at critical moments. been late.

Yu Wenhu said in a deep voice: "Third son, you go to Sui Guogong's mansion and see what happened."

Yu Wenhui immediately stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Yes! Son, go now!"

Yu Wenhui came out of the meeting hall, hurried to the bus office, stopped taking the carriage, took a fast horse, got on the horse, galloped away from the palace, and headed for Sui Guogong's mansion.

Yu Wenhui came to the gate of the mansion. The mansion of Sui Guogong was so big that there was no one guarding the gate, not even a door boy and servant. The gate was half open, and there were noisy footsteps and chaotic shouts inside. Knowing that I thought it was a fire.

Yu Wenhui stepped forward strangely, took two steps to the platform, and said, "What happened?"

"Quick! Move fast!"

"Quick! Why haven't you come yet!"

"Is anyone here to invite the medical officer?!"

Yu Wenhui stopped a servant who was busy wandering around and said, "Wait, what's going on? Why is the mansion so chaotic? Who is sick?"

The servant knew Yuwenhui, and quickly said: "The general doesn't know something, it's... the prince fell ill!"

"General of the town army?!"

Yuwenhui came here for Yang Jian, it was already noon, there was a funeral meeting today, Yang Jian hadn't arrived at the palace yet, and he didn't ask for leave, Yuwenhui felt that something was wrong, unexpectedly it was Yang Jian who fell ill.

Yu Wenhui immediately said: "Medical officer! Have you invited a medical officer? Xu Minqi! Yes, ask Xu Minqi to come and see a doctor!"

The servant said: "I have invited you! I have been invited for a long time, but... But Dr. Xu seems to be in the Hanren Hall, and was called by the Empress Dowager. He can't come for a while! Isn't this going to invite again!"

Just as he was talking, a carriage came quickly and stopped in a hurry. Before it could stand still, someone rushed out of the carriage with strong hands and quick movements. It turned out to be Liu Taozhi!

Liu Taozhi jumped out of the carriage, pulled Xu Minqi out of the carriage, and said, "Quick!"

Xu Minqi was carrying the medicine box, stumbled, was dragged by Liu Taozhi, and Yu Wenhui also ran in. Yang Jian's courtyard was full of people, and everyone's faces were solemn. When Yang Zhong saw Xu Minqi, he immediately said, "Hurry up!" Doctor Xu, go and see my son!"

Xu Minqi ran into the house and saw Yang Jian's expression