Chapter 340 Ancient Road Thin Horse Mahayana

Outside the Zichen Hall, the spring is bright and the scenery is beautiful, but Yang Yanzhao's heart is extremely heavy. Even if the sun is warm and warm, it makes him feel painful.

It seems that the matter has not been solved this time, and he is in greater trouble.

How should he get rid of Li, who is even 'flow sand'?

With a deep sigh, Yang Yanzhao took a bucket hat and went down the white jade steps. Although there was something strange in the eyes of the soldiers standing on both sides, no one said anything to stop him.

I haven't walked in the palace for a long time, but if I want to hide traces in this huge palace, Yang Yanzhao can still do it, but leaving the city gate will definitely cause trouble.

Even if he has a gold medal in his arms and can go in and out freely, he will expose his whereabouts.

Just as Yang Yanzhao was thinking hard in no one's place, there was a rapid footsteps behind him. In panic, just as he was about to hide aside, a familiar voice came.

"But Lord Yang?"

Turning his head, through the black gauze hanging on the edge of the bamboo hat, Yang Yanzhao could see clearly the appearance of the visitor. It turned out to be his old acquaintance, Wang Ji'en's confidant, and Li He, who was on duty in introspection.

After just a few breaths, he came to him, grabbed Yang Yanzhao's robe, gasped, and didn't pay attention to the slanted hat on his head. He said happily, "Lord Yang, is it really you!"

Since his identity has been identified, Yang Yanzhao can no longer cover his face with a bamboo hat. What's more, Li He's coming to find him is likely to be Wang Jien's intention.

Perhaps, there is still something to say.

Thinking of this, Yang Yanzhao lifted the veil in front of the bamboo hat and said to Li He with a smile, "Duke Li, we haven't seen each other for a long time. How are you these days?"

Seeing that it was Yang Yanzhao, the smile on Li He's face was even more, "Lord Yang, it's really you who came back. Just now, the prince asked me to come to find you. At that time, our family still didn't believe it. Now that we meet, we believe it's true. This is really a happy event."

With sincerity in his words, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but be moved. How many people will be really happy because he returned to the Song Dynasty?

Although Li He is a eunuch, his heart is really good, so Yang Yanzhao smiled again, but with a wry smile, "Yang Jing has thanked his father-in-law for this care, but in the present situation, it is not easy for you to have a good time with your father-in-law and say something interesting."

Shaking his head, a look of worry appeared on Li He's face. "We have heard about Mr. Yang. We can't trust others, but Mr. Yang's character is still extremely admirable. The rumors outside are not enough. Now that you come back, the officials will make the decision for Mr. Yang."

Hearing Li He talk about Zhao Guangyi, Yang Yanzhao felt much more depressed, but he couldn't talk to Li He about the previous things, so he said a few words to him.

Later, he saw Li He patting his forehead with his hand and complained, "Oh, seeing that Lord Yang is happy, how can he forget the business? The prince ordered it. Our family also understands that your current status is special, so let us send Lord Yang out of the palace today."

This just solved Yang Yanzhao's hurry. At that moment, he thanked Li He repeatedly, but the latter looked straight and pretended to be angry and said, "Lord Yang, what are you doing? Is it difficult to meet our family like this?"

At this time, with Li He brought it, he walked unimpeded all the way. After leaving the imperial city, he had been sending Yang Yanzhao out of Tianjie, and then he turned back.

"Lord Yang, the will of the court, our little eunuch can't figure it out. I hope Lord Yang can be safe and sound. If there is anything useful, just let us know."

In danger, Yang Yanzhao secretly remembered this friendship in his heart. Looking at Li He's departure, he pressed the bamboo hat, mixed in the crowd, walked a few streets, and finally entered an inconspicuous alley.

After circling around the intertwined alley for a long time, Yang Yanzhao was sure that no one followed him, so he stopped in front of a small courtyard and knocked on the wooden door a few times.

Not long after, a small head poked out and saw that it was Yang Yanzhao. He hurriedly gave up and welcomed him in.

"How's it going, son?"

As soon as they entered the yard, they saw Xiao Muchun and Cui Ping welcoming them out. After obeying the order in the early morning and pretending to be in conflict and arguing on the street, they hid their whereabouts and returned to the yard. They had been restlessly waiting for Yang Yanzhao's return.

Taking down the bamboo hat, Yang Yanzhao locked his eyebrows and said no. This appearance made them more anxious. The exhaust wind even stretched out his little hand and grabbed his sleeves.

"Insector, haven't you seen the official?"

Cui Ping asked anxiously. In his eyes, as long as he saw the official, Yang Yanzhao could wash away his former shame, restore his reputation, and get the glory he should have.

Yang Yanzhao's face was gloomy in front of him. Obviously, the matter had not been solved, so he could only not see the emperor of the Song Dynasty.

"I saw him."

The low words attracted a burst of cheers, and the exhaust wind giggled, but then the three of them lost their joy, because Yang Yanzhao continued to talk.

"It's just a new situation. He asked me to do one thing, otherwise I can only hide like this forever."

His face was full of consterrenment. Xiao Muchun immediately asked in a low voice, "Son, I'm afraid it's not easy to worry you so much, isn't it?"

Without making a sound, Yang Yanzhao motioned everyone to enter the house. When he arrived at the house, he closed the door tightly. Xiao Muchun and Cui Ping on one side looked at him nervously. Although the exhaust wind poured a cup of tea and handed it over, his little hands were tightly pinching the cup, and even the cyan veins under the white skin color could be seen.

Without going to pick up the tea, Yang Yanzhao sat at the table and frowned. After a moment, he noticed the anxiety of Xiao Muchun and others, and then he took a deep breath and said that he met Zhao Guangyi in the palace.

"How can an official do this to the prince?"

When Xiao Muchun and Cui Ping were stunned, the exhaust wind took the lead in bulging her mouth and expressed her dissatisfaction. Unlike Xiao Muchun, she was in awe of the emperor.

In her eyes, the official family of the Song Dynasty is far less important than Yang Yanzhao.

"Damn it, isn't this bullying? The instructor died for the birth of the Song Dynasty, and now he still has to be seen. He continues to work for him with dirty words!"

Cui Ping's fist hit the wooden table. Speaking of which, he used to be from the Northern Han Dynasty, and he was less in awe of the emperor of the Song Dynasty. If he swaving the weight, Yang Yanzhao would be much more important.

Therefore, Cui Ping doesn't care about this seemingly rebellious speech at all.

"Insector, this matter..."

Xiao Muchunchun also came to his senses. The official did not give Yang Yanzhao a redress. He was extremely disappointed, but he knew that he had always been a king and minister since he was a child and understood that Yang Yanzhao had no choice.

"Alas, Brother Xiao, Brother Cui, this matter is very dangerous. I've been thinking about it for a long time, but it's better for Yang Jing to do it by himself."

"Bum!"

The wooden chair beside Xiao Muchun was hit to the ground, and his face covered with dense scum turned red.

"Intor, when will you be afraid of death when we follow our brothers? Even if it is a sea of knives and fire, we will not wink our eyebrows, but the instructor's words regard us as only greedy for wealth, but different from life and death, and I forgive my subordinates who can't obey."

"What Brother Xiao said is very, instructor. Twelve of our brothers have followed you since Daizhou City. I, Cui Ping, said something from the bottom of my heart. There is no instructor. We are just eating and waiting to die in the camp. It is the instructor who changed us. Brother Xiao is right. It doesn't matter if he is crushed for the sake of the instructor. We are willing to live and die for the instructor. I don't think there will be any complaints in the hearts of those brothers who died in Yunzhou City.

Usually, Cui Ping, who was a little confused, said so many words in a row, which was shocking. Xiao Muchun stared at him, swallowed his saliva, and then nodded solemnly. "What Brother Cui said is that if the instructor has a previous plan, it's better to kill my brothers."

Hearing the words of Xiao Muchun and Cui Ping, Yang Yanzhao only felt that his heart was full of emotion, and the tip of his nose was also a little sour. He coughed a few times for an excuse and covered up the gaffe that was about to be exposed.

"Yang Jing is very lucky to have you good brothers in this life."

At night, the lights in Yang Yanzhao's room were always on. There were countless pieces of paper scattered on the table in front of him, with messy handwriting.

Among them, it is faintly seen that 'the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog cooks; the birds are exhausted, the good bow hides' and so on.

Unconsciously, the oil lamp on the table had burned out, and the weak flame was trying to emit the last glimmer of halo. The morning light penetrated into the room through the half-hid paper window.

At the table, Yang Yanzhao's eyes were red and swollen, and his eyebrows were closed without stretching. He stared at the white paper full of words in front of him. Suddenly, he tightened his body leaning against the wooden chair, picked up the brush, and quickly wrote the word "Minnan" on the paper.

After meeting Zhao Guangyi yesterday, somehow, Yang Yanzhao was always a little uneasy and vaguely felt a slight threat.

Accompanying you is like a tiger. When you can't retreat, you always have to leave a way out for yourself.

Dropped the pen, Yang Yanzhao put the paper on the table and put it on the light that was about to go out. Suddenly, the faint flame suddenly rushed up and swallowed up the paper full of words.

Just as the flames were extinguished again, there was a sound outside the house, which was as crisp as a broken branch, and it was like a bird coming out of the morning wind accidentally stepping on the eaves.

But Yang Yanzhao in the room tightened his body again, quickly rushed behind the door, held his breath, clenched his hands into fists, and stared at the wooden door without blinking, as if he wanted to see the scene outside the courtyard through the door.

"Wo!"

A sharp voice broke through the air, and a dagger penetrated the paper window and nailed it to the wooden table.

Later, the silence in the yard was restored again, and even the rustling sound of the morning wind blowing across the ground could be heard.

Someone has left.

Turning around, Yang Yanzhao pulled out the dagger from the table. This is an ordinary plum dagger, but there is nothing strange about it. There is a small piece of paper tied to the dagger, and after opening it, he sees a line of small words.

"Ancient Road, Thin Horse, Mahayana Realm."

PS: I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and family reunion O(∩_∩)O