Turbulent Times Chapter 110: Nighthawk
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"Father, Rong'er called you." Yang Xuangan reminded Yang Su in a low voice with grief and indignation.
Yang Su quickly lowered his head, put his ear to his grandson's mouth, sighed, and said, "What do you want to tell grandpa?"
"Revenge for grandson...!" Yang Rong spat out these four words with difficulty.
Yang Su nodded heavily, and said word by word: "Don't worry, Rong'er, Grandpa will avenge you!"
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In the early morning of the second day, Yang Lihua woke up from the quilt that still smelled like Wang Junlin. She opened her eyes, rubbed them, and was about to get up. Crazy, with a slightly shy look on her face, and the aftertaste of spring in her eyes.
The maid came over to salute with a sweet smile, and was about to help her get up to wash and dress up. At this time, Yang Lihua came back to her senses and exclaimed, "Ah! Where is he?"
The maid asked curiously, "Who?"
Yang Lihua's expression returned to normal, and she casually said, "Wan'er! Did you hear any noise last night?"
"Reporting to the princess, I didn't hear any sound last night, and I didn't feel that I slept soundly last night, even more soundly than ever." The maid replied seriously.
Yang Lihua recalled that Wang Junlin had said that his addiction to drugs had a calming effect, and now it seems to be true.
She nodded without speaking, and walked to the window. Her long black hair hung down to her hips, and she was dressed in a pretty white robe, looking very beautiful. She looked out of the window, but found that there was no trace of that person. She couldn't help wondering if she had just had a dream yesterday, a dream that she really wanted it to become a reality.
"Your Highness!" Old **** Mo walked in at some point, and stood five steps behind the princess with solemn hands.
"Old Mo! Hang that Candle Dragon Eye on a rabbit, and let that rabbit eat and drink well, so as not to get sick. Let's see what happens to it in a month." Yang Lihua thought for a while. , said with a complicated expression.
Mo Jiuhan froze for a moment, and said, "This old slave has made a note."
Yang Lihua turned around, looked at Mo Jiuhan, and said solemnly: "From now on, let Nighthawk keep an eye on the Yue State Duke's Mansion and Changping Palace. In the hands of King's Landing."
"Old slave understands." Mo Jiuhan's eyes flashed with an inexplicable meaning, and he nodded silently for a moment, "Your Highness, Your Majesty wants to use Wang Junlin to deal with the powerful family, why don't we simply light a fire and let Wang Junlin give it to the late emperor?" A family revenge..."
"Shut up!" Yang Lihua interrupted Mo Jiuhan sharply before he could finish speaking.
As if Mo Jiuhan had expected it long ago, he sighed secretly, and continued: "Of course we will not target Your Majesty, the lineage of the late emperor's royal family was not killed by His Majesty, but Wu Jianzhang, Gao Jiong, Yang Lin, He Ruobi, Yu Ju Luo, Qiu Rui, Han Qinhu, Ding Yanping, Yang Su, the nine old thieves and the Dugu family. So..."
Yang Lihua didn't interrupt Mo Jiuhan this time, but after listening to it, he remained silent for a long time.
Mo Jiuhan was right. It was Gao Jiong and other nine old thieves and the Dugu family who killed his husband's family. The family of the Dugu Clan is becoming more and more powerful, but they just want to use Wang Junlin's hand to weaken these aristocratic families, not necessarily want to really kill these old thieves.
Mo Jiuhan waited for a while, and seeing that Yang Lihua still hadn't made up his mind in the end, he quietly withdrew with a face of unwillingness.
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At present, the Great Sui Dynasty is a small dynasty in two days, and a big dynasty in one month.
Today is the time for the pilgrimage, and just last night, the palace sent a decree to Jin Wangfu overnight, asking Wang Junlin to meet with him today.
Emperor relatives such as Yang Zhao do not need to participate in the small dynasty, unless they serve in the court, and because Yang Zhao is too obese, Yang Jian asked him to recuperate at home, so he did not take any official position.
Before dawn, Wang Junlin took Zhan Peng and three other guards and left the Jin Palace. After tossing around most of the night last night without disturbing anyone and returning to his own room in Prince Jin's Mansion, Wang Junlin practiced the nameless exercise for an hour, and his mental and physical strength returned to normal.
There is still more than half an hour before dawn, so the streets of the capital are quiet, a cold crescent moon is still hanging in the sky, and the sound of horseshoes is particularly crisp. Wang Junlin and his party came through the gate of Sidaofang When we arrived at Suzaku Avenue, there were only soldiers patrolling the street, and no other officials passed by.
After verifying his identity, all the sergeants of the Bingma Division saluted, and ignored them. If there are senior officers of the second rank or above, there will be sergeants carrying huge lanterns to open the way ahead.
The imperial palace of the Sui Dynasty inherited the Northern Zhou Dynasty. It is located in the north of Daxing City and was built on the mountain. Wang Junlin had to pass through half of Daxing City to get there. Since Emperor Wudi of the Han Dynasty, living with the south facing the north was once a royal residence. Privileges, but during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, rituals and music almost collapsed, and this royal privilege also weakened, and no one cared about ordinary people living in the North House.
There were more and more carriages and horses on the street, Wang Junlin behaved very low-key and modest, no matter how big or small he was, he took the initiative to be courteous, which attracted the favor of some officials.
When the imperial city arrived, I could see the bright lights at the entrance from a distance, people's heads were surging, they bowed their hands and saluted each other, chatted and greeted each other, and they were friendly. Attack early.
Wang Junlin is a military officer. When he came to the imperial city, he saw almost all civil servants in front of him. Seeing that Wang Junlin was wearing a sixth-grade crimson robe with a sword of ceremony representing his status as a military officer, he was young and handsome. Few people whispered to each other, but few knew him. They thought he was the noble son of a certain family. Until Yang Su, the Duke of Yue, came, everyone knew that this young military general with temperament and appearance was more like a civil servant. The famous poisonous general Wang Junlin.
"The next official, Wang Junlin, has met the Duke." Seeing Yang Su walking towards him with a frosty face, Wang Junlin stepped in to salute, his movements were meticulous, his face was expressionless, and he looked a little indifferent, but there was nothing wrong with etiquette. picky.
Yang Su stood three steps ahead of Wang Junlin with a murderous look on his face, and all the officials within ten steps beside Wang Junlin dodged aside as quickly as possible.
Yang Su's eyes are like lightning like knives, and his coldness is abnormal. shrouded. But Wang Junlin looked at Yang Su without hesitation, his expression didn't change at all, he was always calm and calm, which attracted many people secretly admired, thinking that he deserved to kill tens of thousands of people with a barrel of poison, and burn them to death with a single fire A poisonous general with tens of thousands of people, this calmness alone is extremely rare among his peers.
Yang Su narrowed his eyes for the last time, snorted coldly, turned his head and left without saying anything.
"Junlin, why did you, a military officer, run into the civil servants?" Wang Junlin looked at Yang Su's back, thoughtful, and suddenly heard the sound of a carriage coming behind him, and then Changsun Sheng's voice came. sound.
Wang Junlin's heart warmed up, and he turned to pay respects to Changsun Sheng. The latter took Wang Junlin to the military officer team and said to him, "This old man will introduce you to a few elders. They are all with this old man and your master." The seniors who have experienced life and death battles with the governor of Yu Dadu must not be rude."
Wang Junlin hurriedly said yes respectfully, and quickly followed Changsun Sheng's pace.
"This is your Uncle Han, the old man's life-and-death acquaintance. I'm not in good health now. I heard that your kid is also good at medicine. I'll show you to Uncle Han someday!" The burly old man Wang Junlin once met, Han Ziliang, the Ying Yanglang general of Tianshui County, was looking at Wang Junlin with a smile.
Wang Junlin immediately understood that this was Shangzhu Guohan Qinhu, who was ranked fourth in the top ten generals list, and a great master in the breaking stage, not much weaker than his master Yu Juluo.
Wang Junlin didn't dare to be negligent, so he hurried to pay respects. These people were all sophisticated people, and it was obvious at a glance that Wang Junlin's visit to pay respects to Yang Su was more sincere than the bow to Yang Su just now.
Han Qinhu looked very easy-going, he helped Wang Junlin to look up and down, and said: "In the battle last year, if you hadn't cut off the Turkic food and grass and burned Shuiquan Pass, my son Liang might have died in Jincheng. And his founding Earl. So, counting, our old Han family still owes you a favor."
"Uncle Han has won the award. When the younger generation just came out of the mountain, he was once threatened with life and death by the villain. The later illustrious military exploits. Therefore, speaking of it, the younger generation owed General Ziliang a great favor. A few days ago, when the younger generation came from the northwest, passing Tianshui County, General Ziliang asked the younger generation to bring something to Uncle Han. I’m going to visit in person today.” Wang Junlin was talking, but for a moment he couldn’t connect the kind old man in front of him with the brutal Han Qinhu in "Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties", because now this unrivaled hero is hunched over with a hunched face. A little pale, coughing lightly from time to time, Wang Junlin remembered that in the original history, after Yang Jian died, Han Qinhu died immediately, so this one would not live for three years.
How could Han Qinhu know what Wang Junlin was thinking? When he heard Wang Junlin's words, a light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and the smile on his face became stronger: "Okay, after the next court, the old man I will wait for you at the mansion today."
Although Wang Junlin did not have a powerful family behind him, and now he is only a border town guard with only 5,000 troops under his command, but since his appearance, his outstanding military achievements and various deeds in the past year have not only given him a great reputation, It also made all the powerful people in the world realize that this young man is an extremely powerful, even terrifying figure. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Emperor Sui to choose him to fight against the powerful family.
Especially Wang Junlin's poisonous name, no matter who it is, he would never be willing to fight against him unless necessary, not to mention everyone knows that after today's court meeting, Wang Junlin's title and official position will inevitably be greatly promoted again.
PS: I'm very sorry, today the editor asked me to write a self-promotion material for the film and television copyright of this book, to see if I can get lucky and sell the film and television copyright so that I can sell a house in Lanzhou, so this matter is busy It took a day, so that not only the update is late, but also only these two updates, I am sorry to ask everyone for support and monthly tickets, I am very sorry, I will try to find time to pay back the next update, that is to say, there will be a day Four more.