Turbulent Times Chapter 817: Prince begs for mercy

Although this rhetoric was clumsy, it could barely be prevaricated, and Empress Xiao, who had been worrying all the time, was slightly relieved. She glanced at her husband quietly. In fact, according to her thinking, they were both her sons. Why bother to be so serious? First appease Wang Junlin, and then use an excuse to track down the murderer behind the scenes, and finally let it go, wouldn't this matter be resolved?

Yang Guang's complexion changed, he didn't say a word, he seemed to be thinking about something, the inner hall was silent, and the atmosphere became very tense.

Wang Junlin didn't speak either. He knew very well that he was an outsider after all. No matter how important he was to Yang Guang or how much contribution he made, he could never compare with Yang Hao in Yang Guang's heart, let alone wanting to kill him. His Queen Xiao is still on the sidelines, the most correct way for him right now is not to speak.

At this moment, the guard reported at the door: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Prince Jin, please see me!"

"Show him in!" Yang Guang sighed and ordered immediately.

Empress Xiao persuaded from the side: "Your Majesty, this matter has nothing to do with Zhao'er, it is best not to implicate him."

Empress Xiao does not want the family conflicts to expand. Both sons are involved in this matter, and it is a bit difficult to reduce the big thing to a small one. Moreover, he is worried that Yang Zhao will use this matter to frame Wang Junlin in order to stand up for Wang Junlin. Yang Hao, even until Yang Hao died.

Yang Guang had his own thoughts, he shook his head and said, "I know this matter well."

Yang Zhao's obese figure appeared at the entrance of the hall. He walked slowly into the hall, knelt down on the ground, and said pantingly, "I see my father and my mother!"

"Zhaoer, get up!"

Knowing that Yang Zhao was not in good health, Yang Guang ordered his servant to move a soft pier for the eldest son, so he asked him, "Zhaoer, why did you come to see me?"

Yang Zhao sat down on the soft pier, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "My son begged my father for my younger brother."

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The banquet was over, and the carriage of Prince Yang Zhao drove out of the gate under the guard of more than a hundred guards, and drove towards the East Palace. Two small candles were lit inside the carriage, making the carriage very bright. His obese body leaned against the soft car wall, and his face couldn't conceal the joy in his heart. From the different attitudes of his father towards him and King Qi today, he knew in his heart that his father would never change again in the short term. His crown prince, for this, he was full of gratitude to Wang Junlin in his heart.

"Junlin, it's all thanks to you that I was honored by my father today, and I will remember it in my heart."

Wang Junlin was sitting opposite him. He was going to meet the Goguryeo envoy Yuan Taizuo and his son Yuangai Suwen who had been imprisoned in the prison of Lanyiwei Mansion, but Yang Zhao insisted on pulling him away. He got into the carriage and had something to say to him, so he had no choice but to get in the prince's carriage.

"Is Your Highness so sure that the position of the East Palace has been stabilized? What if the Holy Majesty forgives King Qi in the end?" Wang Junlin couldn't help reminding.

Yang Zhao squinted his eyes and laughed, shaking his head and said, "Of course my father will forgive King Qi sooner or later, but as long as I don't make mistakes, my father will never abolish my crown prince. Father will never consider standing A son who is simple-minded, narrow-minded, full of lies, and even dares to hire assassins to kill important ministers in front of his father, I know it very well, so he has already lost."

Wang Junlin nodded. Yang Zhao's words made sense. He said with a complex expression, "Congratulations, Your Highness! But I thought that His Highness's crisis was not in Yang Hao, but in his own body. People can threaten His Highness's crown prince."

"Well! You're right, I'm going to sleep well tonight, and I'll start practicing swords tomorrow morning. From now on, I have to control my food intake, and I'm going to work hard to lose weight."

At this time, the carriage stopped suddenly, and the guard reported from outside the car, "His Royal Highness, please wait a moment, a tree fell in front and blocked the way, we will move it away."

Wang Junlin was slightly taken aback, his eyes flashed, and he said vigilantly: "Your Highness, there is no wind or rain today, how could a tree fall?"

"It may be hit by another carriage. Three days ago, it happened to the west of the East Palace. The day before yesterday, there was also a big tree fallen on the square street behind the East Palace."

Yang Zhao frowned suddenly, thinking of an unfavorable legend, "However...it is not an auspicious omen to meet a fallen tree while riding a car. What disadvantages will it bring me?"

He raised his head and stretched out the car window to check, at this moment, Wang Junlin suddenly heard 'Boom! ' There was a sound, this was the sound of bowstrings, Wang Junlin was taken aback, he pushed Yang Zhao away almost instinctively, and at the moment Yang Zhao was pushed away, an arrow whizzed into the car window and wiped Yang Zhao's body. His fat face passed by and was nailed to the opposite car wall. The arrow shone with a green luster, and it turned out to be a poisonous arrow.

"There are assassins!"

Wang Junlin reacted very quickly, he yelled, blew out the candle, and pressed Yang Zhao face down on the floor, "Your Highness, don't move!"

He pulled out the Dragon Sparrow Saber from his waist, turned over and jumped out of the window, knocking away a guard outside the car window, but heard the sound of the wind coming from the second arrow, without thinking, he stretched out his arm and swung the saber, Cut the arrow shot from the upper end into two, and then hit the ground, rolling over on the ground.

What happened at this moment was only between the ups and downs of the rabbit, and the guards had just responded. They surrounded the carriage together and raised their shields high.

Wang Junlin jumped again and jumped onto the roof of the car. He already knew where the loophole was. There were already guards with shields outside the car window. The cold arrow was shot through this gap, but the second arrow was shot from above the head. The assassin knew that after the first arrow, Yang Zhao would definitely lie on the floor, so the second arrow tried to penetrate the wall of the car. Board, straight to the floor, these are two assassins who are skilled in arrows.

Wang Junlin had already seen it. A burly black figure jumped up the wall from the tree next to the wall and jumped into the nearby market. Thirty steps away was a three-story restaurant with a building. Another shadow crouched on the top.

Almost at the same time as the second arrow was shot, someone suddenly heard shouting: "How can someone like a fat pig be worthy of being a prince? Take your life!"

Before the voice fell, a person suddenly jumped out of the tree, holding a sharp sword, and rushed into the guard team. This person is only about seven feet tall, with slender arms, and the joints of his whole body seem to be loose, looking very strange. In his hand is a narrow sword that is three feet long and only one finger wide. The sword is like autumn water, breathing out cold light. After rushing into the group of guards, without saying a word, he stepped into the air and stabbed the two guards under the horse.

Almost at the moment when this person made a move, dozens of figures sprang out from the shadows of the two rows of trees next to him, all of them were masked in black cloth and wearing soft armor.

Then the first one, the move is extremely ruthless.

Four or five guards stopped him, but when he saw his sword flash, one of them died.