Chapter 239 Avoiding Disaster

Seeing Chai Qingyun, Yang Yanzhao was overjoyed. He quickly jumped out of the carriage and stepped forward quickly, "Yuer, how are you?"

The latter was also extremely happy. He wanted to rush to the yard, but he met him halfway. He knew that Yang Yanzhao had no accident. When he saw the worry on his face, his heart suddenly warmed. He only felt that the previous pleadings and reprimands had not been in vain. His beautiful face bloomed with bright and dark smiles around him, shaking. The head whispered, "I'm fine, Liulang."

Holding Chai Qingyun into the carriage, Yang Yanzhao whispered what had happened before. Green Pearl put down the curtain for the two of them, and then sat on the side of the wood. At this moment, she was carrying her beautiful and delicate face and looking at the starry sky and night. She couldn't see her side. The big and three thick, rushed into the battle to kill people. Xiao Muchun, who didn't change his face, showed a rare shyness.

Half a miles away from the car, it was silent. Yang Yanzhao held his chin and was thinking about what Chai Qingyun said to him. This time, he killed Xun Yu. It turned out that the most shocking thing was that he was in the palace.

After going to the deep palace at night and seeing the holy driver, it was when Zhao Guangyi had heard his actions and was full of anger. It was really thrilling to eliminate the emperor's anger.

Maybe there is no Chai Qingyun, and the target of the forbidden army is him.

Thinking of this, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but feel a trace of chill on his back, and his scalp was also numb. After a long time, he finally regained his composure. He held Chai Qingyun's slender and soft hair, full of gratitude, but there were thousands of thoughts in his chest. When he reached his mouth, there was only one sentence left, "Yuer, you are suffering."

Relying on Yang Yanzhao's shoulder, Chai Qingyun smiled, "How can Liulang be so similar to me? This is what Yuer should do."

Smelling the refreshing fragrance, Yang Yanzhao reached out and stroked Chai Qingyun's soft hair and whispered, "When the affairs of the third hall are finished, I will tell the official that I will marry you as my wife."

Around him, Chai Qingyun didn't make a sound, but his soft body suddenly trembled.

When the carriage arrived at the princess's house, Chai Qingyun's master and servant got out of the car. After a few reluctantness, they walked forward again and went back to the yard.

The oil lamp in the room was still on, and Luo's daughter was still guarding it. When she saw Yang Yanzhao coming back, she quickly asked about Chai Qingyun, who she was concerned about. When she learned that there was nothing to do with each other, she went back to her room to rest.

After changing his clothes, Yang Yanzhao lay in **, thinking about what he did tonight, and guessed what kind of uproar would be set off in the morning tomorrow. His nerves, which had been tense for a long time, temporarily gasped. After a while, he felt sleepy, and his eyes were gradually blurred. Finally, he was wrapped in a quilt and fell asleep.

Zichen Hall was brightly lit. Wang Jien lowered his head and stood on one side. After reporting the news that Xun Yu and others had been sent to Dali Temple, he did not dare to come out. He only felt that the hall was extremely depressed. Compared with the sun, it made people more flustered.

"This boy actually used my servant of the Ministry of Industry to set up his power?"

A short word smashed the silence of the hall, but it was like a cold winter wind, giving birth to the cold meaning of stinging muscles and bones.

Hearing this sentence, Wang Ji'en had to bury his head lower and establish his power as a member of the third grade from the fifth grade. From ancient times to the present, he has never had it. Of course, as a person who has been in the palace for decades and served the two emperors without losing his favor, he understood that this is not the key.

The officials were furious, probably because they were slapped in the face.

If it hadn't been for the bitter pleas of Princess Jinhua, if it hadn't been for the Duke of Wang Puqi, who had not been out for many years, and even Wei Zhuang in white hair and black, who was extremely rare for Wang Jien, to come to plead, I'm afraid that Yang Jing, who was spoiled and arrogant, had already lost his life.

Thinking about this, Wang Ji'en couldn't help but have another question. How did Yang Jing get to know these expensive and secret people?

For a long time, the hall was quiet again, which made people feel uneasy to stand. Just as Wang Jien wanted to quietly withdraw, the slightly tired words came, "It's my will to attract Fan Ge from the Tai Hospital, and I won't be there tomorrow morning."

"The slave takes the order."

After ascending the throne, he has always done it himself. The officials who discuss things in the morning every day actually have to come to the court by taking advantage of their health, which made Wang Ji'en's heart full of shock, and he also secretly thought of the memorial documents flying all over the sky in the next two days.

The next day, Yang Yanzhao was still practicing boxing in the yard, but in Bianliang City, he had already made a scene.

When the officials were not in the morning, it was a rare thing. When they heard that the two waiters of the Ministry of Industry were humiliated by the small Wupin Hanlin waiter, and falsely accused them to Dali Temple. Suddenly, the whole dynasty was furious and asked the wise officials to issue a decree to give Yang Jing, the lawless criminal. Enter the prison.

Perhaps it is the role of that paper. This time, the officials of the imperial history platform did not work together to accept advice from death. After all, the imperial historians are passed down from generation to generation with the breeze. Whether Xun Yutuo yan the construction of the three halls or wandering in the land of willows, it is a great crime of bullying the king.

In this way, there are only a few left. The old imperial history, who must have been white, continues to adhere to the admonishment of death in everything. It is best to get a cane or even a prison. In order to gain the belief of a hundred generations of fame, he cried with tears, knelt outside the palace gate, and begged Zhao Guangyi to give a decree to punish the rebellious madman.

And Yang Yanzhao didn't know all this. As usual, he had breakfast, said goodbye to everyone, got into the carriage, and wandered to Hanlin Academy.

Last night, what he said must have kicked out the Ministry of Industry. Therefore, in the next few days, there is no need to go to the Ministry of Industry to be coldly regarded. As a servant of the Hanlin Academy, what he has to do is to tie himself up with the Hanlin Academy, and even the whole reader, and rely on the way of the Three Halls and the Sages. This time, who will still Can you tell him that he is not?

Among the trees and flowers and plants, the Hanlin Academy is still quiet. Yang Yanzhao went straight to the library, where several editors rushed to work day and night, and dozens of sub-volumes with neat handwriting were finally completed.

Looking at these people who are white-faced, red and swollen eyes and excited for a long time, Yang Yanzhao praised them very rudely. After giving each person five taels of silver, he let them go home and rest for two days.

Carefully moved the copy to the carriage, ordered Xiao Muchun to bring it back to the yard and give it to Guo Huai to take care of. After all this, Yang Yanzhao was thinking about returning to the hall. When Haosheng thought about how to give full play to the greatest value of these copies, a servant sent a message to the invitation of the bachelor.

Li Fang looked for him and did not dare to delay. For this Hanlin bachelor who has been buried and compiling scriptures for several days, Yang Yanzhao is still quite respectful in his heart.

Entering the room, Li Fang still buried his head in many books. After hearing Yang Yanzhao's salute, he raised his head. His thin face was a little tired, but his eyes were light and restrained.

After pointing to the wooden chair on one side and signaling him to sit down, Li Fang rubbed his forehead, "I heard that you did a great thing last night?"

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao immediately showed indignation on his face, "The subordinate official is reckless, but the Xunyu does not respect the holy order, and the official family is in vain. He doesn't care about the things of the scholars in the world. He looks for flowers and asks Liu in wine and sex. How can this kind of thing be tolerated by the emperor's favor!"

He gritted his teeth and was even more sad and angry, as if he were the little Wenqing who was sad and indignant. After talking about the purity in his heart, he was full of anger and unwillingness.

For a long time, Li Fang sighed deeply, "You can't be blamed for this matter. It's the fault of the Ministry of Industry, but there are many people who are dissatisfied with you today, and you still need to be careful."

Hearing that there was no reproach in Li Fang's words, Yang Yanzhao's heart was greatly stabilized and there was no blame. He would not throw him out to calm everyone's anger. At least, before there was no will in the palace, Li Fang would give him some protection.

He said a few more words. Finally, Li Fang actually said some comforting words, which moved Yang Yanzhao. Before leaving the house, he saluted him deeply, looked at the black gauze buried in the book, leaving only half of it, and tiptoed back.

Although before, he wanted to resist the pressure of the ministers with Hanlin Academy, now, Li Fang takes the initiative to give him protection. This kindness should be remembered.

Yang Yanzhao has always disliked the kindness of his predecessor, but if he owes it, he has to pay it back. Otherwise, he will always feel uncomfortable in his heart.

It's just that according to his current status and identity, I'm afraid it will be a while, and there is no place for Li Fang to help. It's better to repay this drop of kindness in the future.

The waves in the court were turbulent. Yang Yanzhao, the person who provoked the dark tide, hid in the Hanlin Courtyard and spent the day peacefully. When the road left in the evening, a sunkeneboped carriage stopped in front of the Hanlin Courtyard.

When he saw Yang Yanzhao coming out, the man in black who was driving strode forward, "Do you dare to ask Mr. Yang Jing Yang?"

The person in front of him was very strange, but the carriage behind him seemed to be a little familiar. He hesitated a little and said, "I don't know who you are?"

"My master wants to invite Lord Yang to the house to have a chat."

Perhaps he saw Yang Yanzhao's doubts, and the man in black smiled simplely and said, "Lord Yang, have you forgotten? A few days ago, outside the door of this Hanlin Academy, he personally accepted my master's invitation.

Hearing this sentence, Yang Yanzhao suddenly remembered that the mysterious old man with white beard and extraordinary momentum. He meditated for a moment, smiled and arched his hand to the man in black. "That's good."