Chapter 364 Reunion of Tears

After the end of the court discussion, the sky was slightly bright. As always, the morning light broke through the strong night between heaven and earth and dropped wisps of golden light into the dust.

When the new emperor ascended the throne, it was completed. Whether someone is willing or not, the ending has been decided. The rest is to go back to their respective government and do their own things. Although there are comments in private, there will be no storms.

However, overnight, the decline of wealth and wealth has been completely different. In the meantime, Yang Yanzhao, who is still dressed in white, is particularly eye-catching.

When they walked outside the hall, those who knew that the Song Dynasty had changed, but did not have time to show loyalty. Those who were good at seeing the wind slowed down one after another. Zhao Pu and Lu Duoxun had been members of the court for a long time, and their official prestige was profound. These people did not dare to flatter, and naturally they all went to Yang Yanzhao.

"Congratulations to the Marquis..."

People are like this. When they gained power, Yang Yanzhao, who was full of scenery and just like the present, became the object of everyone's pursuit. Shen Lun, Lv Mengzheng and others on one side looked at each other and left silently.

However, Yang Yanzhao did not have such complacency. He didn't even see a trace of joy. He nodded slightly to the crowd calmly. "Thank you, my lords. Yang Jing still has something important to do. After a while, let's talk to you."

After saying this sentence, he hurried to the side hall, leaving behind the different courtiers behind. Some people secretly slandered, and some people were full of envy. They all saw his glory now, but they did not know the history of life and death behind it.

Therefore, Zhao Pu, who fell behind everyone, saw these happy and angry scenes very seriously. He couldn't help brushing his beard and shaking his head slightly, "The small court is also the world."

Shangguan Yun beside him nodded with a smile and said, "On the temple, life and death are only a few words. Master, you are sentimental."

This time, Zhao Dezhao ascended the throne, and Zhao Pu's merit is indispensable. Shangguan Yun was also rewarded for killing Zhao Yuanyi. He was rewarded with the imperial edict and Zhao Dezhao, and jumped into the servant of the Hanlin Academy. Although it is far from the real illustrious position, among the many ministers from the dragon's merit, the reward is the lowest, but Shangguan Yun is already satisfied.

When Zhao Pu heard what he said, he was a little stunned, and then laughed, "What he said is very true, but he is worried for his teacher. Now that the big thing has been done, the order of the late emperor once made me uneasy, and now he can finally retreat to the countryside safely."

Hearing this, Shangguan Yun immediately lost his voice and whispered. When he came to his senses, Zhao Pu had already walked down the white jade steps, bathing in the morning light, walking calmly and at ease.

I can't help sighing in my heart that my teacher has indeed suffered too much over the years.

Naturally, Yang Yanzhao will not know these, and now he has no intention to pay attention to it. At this moment, he just wants to see Zhao Dezhao and ask for a will.

Although the world has been amnestyed in the previous palace, Yang Yanzhao, who can't wait for a moment to release Luo's women and others, needs Zhao Dezhao's order to take home his suffering relatives.

Before he arrived at the side hall, he saw Peng Yan running, and his robe had also been replaced with a green golden-edged python robe. Zhao Dezhao ascended the throne. Naturally, he was a chicken and dog ascending to heaven. Now he has replaced Wang Jien to take charge of the internal affairs of the palace. For a while, he was also in the limelight.

"Marquis!"

There was a smile on his face, but he came looking for him, Yang Yanzhao.

"Eunlaw Peng."

Stopped his galloping steps. Yang Yanzhao nods politely and signaled. For such a close servant of the emperor, it was the time to gain power. Even if he did not want to make friends, he would not offend him.

The king of hell is better, and the kid is difficult to deal with.

This is Yang Yanzhao's style of behavior, so no matter which palace attendant he has dealt with before, he is quite polite.

And it is this kind of courtesy that makes Hong Chou, Li He and even Wang Jien close to him, and the things in the palace are also taken care of a lot.

At this moment, he smiled at Peng Yan. Although he was rising high, he had been following Zhao Dezhao for many years. He knew that Yang Yanzhao was generous and did not dare to despise him. He hurried forward and said, "Congratulations, marquis, our family still has time to be happy with the marquis in the future!"

"My father-in-law joked. He is all doing things for the official family. He is rewarded by the official family. He needs to be closer to his father-in-law in the future."

Hearing Yang Yanzhao's words, Peng Yan smiled more and more happily. It was almost his turn to pull his sleeves. However, Yang Yanzhao hid something in his heart, so he said a few words and said straightly, "I don't know why my father-in-law is looking for Yang Jing?"

Hearing this, Peng Yan immediately smiled and his face was quite solemn. He made Yang Yanzhao feel confused for a while. Isn't something big happened again?

Peng Yan only heard a sigh, "The official's accession to the throne can be said to be a celebration all over the world, but there is still a headache this time, this son of the king of Jin..."

The king of Jin was the title before Zhao Guangyi ascended the throne. Now he has been convicted of tampering with the imperial edict of Taizu. He can no longer call him as an official, and his funeral was previously confirmed in the hall. It seems that there will be no such a short-term hero in future history books.

And this Zhao Yuanzuo brothers are indeed a headache. Although Zhao Dezhao first became the emperor, after all, he took it from Zhao Guangyi, and he was naturally wary of his legacy.

In fact, the best way is to kill with a knife.

But Zhao Dezhao obviously had scruples in his heart. Therefore, he sent Peng Yan to test Yang Yanzhao's calculations. I'm afraid he lost his reputation. After all, Zhao Guangyi did not dare to kill his two brothers in the face of his face when he was in office.

Moreover, when the new emperor ascended the throne, he should show benevolence and righteousness. Therefore, Zhao Dezhao was in a dilemma and had the intention of kicking the problem to Yang Yanzhao.

After pondering for a moment, he thought of Zhao Yuanzuo's brother. Yang Yanzhao immediately moved his compassion. At the beginning, he was deeply trapped in the situation pointed out by tens of thousands of people. As the prince of the East Palace, Zhao Yuanzuo still believed in him without complaint and ran around for Luo's daughter and others.

This kind of friendship needs to be repaid.

After made up his mind, Yang Yanzhao said, "The officials are benevolent by nature, and they must not want to kill. What's more, it's not appropriate to see the color of blood and light at this festive time. It's better to send the two of them away from Bianliang, where the suburbs are desolate."

After a pause, he paused for a moment, and then continued to say, "As for this choice of land, the northern Liaoning people are staring at it and sending it over. Obviously, there is a intention of framing, which is not suitable. It's better to choose the land of southern Fujian, which is bitter and poor, and there will be no accident if you think about it."

After listening to Yang Yanzhao's words, Peng Yan's eyes were shining. Obviously, this made his difficult problem solved by Yang Yanzhao. How could he not feel comfortable?

But later, the orchid suddenly stretched out his finger, as if he remembered something. "Oh, look at my nature. I almost forgot to tell the marquis that Miss Luo and others were already in Linhua Palace. The king of Chu was injured by the traitors and his life was worrying, and Miss Luo was being treated there."

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao was suddenly shocked. Qinger and Bamei actually came out. Although they didn't know how they got to Linhua Palace, they could not keep calm in their hearts, and Peng Yan also wanted to go back to his life, so they said a few words and left separately.

In the palace, Yang Yanzhao was already very familiar with it. He walked to Linhua Palace in three steps and two steps. The eunuchs met on the way all bowed their heads and respected the new marquis of the Song Dynasty.

Outside Linhua Palace, there was a heavy army with a sharp blade. When he saw Yang Yanzhao, he retreated to one side. The latter was worried about things in his heart and naturally strode in.

When he entered the main hall, he saw Zhao Heng, who was gray-faced, crying with red and swollen eyes. No wonder, overnight, his father died and his brother was injured, and his family was not able to get a family. How could this child who is not familiar with his heart not be sad?

Zhao Heng, who was in tears, heard the noise and raised his head. Seeing that it was Yang Yanzhao, he rushed over and said silently, "Master Yang, my father is dead, and the prince's brother is also injured. Yang Shi, save him quickly!"

The crying became more and more sad. When Yang Yanzhao was teaching Zhao Yuanzuo in the palace, he often came to listen to lectures and those interesting stories.

He is just a pure and kind child, but the palace is so cruel, who can be blamed?

He sighed secretly. Yang Yanzhao really couldn't find anything to comfort Zhao Heng, and the crying shocked the hall. The hurried footsteps came, but it was Zhu Li and the fish.

"The sixth brother!"

Tears are shining, and Ba Mei is thinner than before. The skirt that was originally suitable for her body is getting wider and wider, and her haggard face is pale and painful.

He trotted over and jumped into Yang Yanzhao's arms, crying like Zhao Heng.

Half a year later, seeing the eighth sister again, Yang Yanzhao only felt that his nose was very sore. He reached out and hugged the weak eighth sister in his arms.

Fortunately, what happened in the dream did not happen at the beginning. The eighth sister was safe. When she raised her head again, Luo's daughter had also stood on the edge of the screen, and her hands were stained with blood. Obviously, when she was treating Zhao Yuanzuo, she heard the voice of the eighth sister.

Luo's daughter was also happy to lose weight. Her eyes full of autumn water were deep, and her eyebrows were full of fatigue and haggardness. Obviously, she had suffered too much.

At this moment, with tears falling, she trotted forward a few steps. At this time, she came to her senses. Yang Yanzhao already had Ba Mei and Zhao Heng in her arms, and her hands were also stained with blood, so she stopped her steps.

"Rokuro, you're back..."

Thousands of words, when it comes to the mouth, there is only this sentence left.

"I'm back, Qing'er..."

Yang Yanzhao's eyes were hazy, and his face was full of tears. The corners of his mouth wanted to curl up and show a smiling face, but he couldn't laugh.

"Oh, it's not good, it's bleeding again!"

The scene of meeting was interrupted by an exclamation. In a moment, she saw Xia Yu running out in a panic. Hearing this, Luo's daughter quickly turned around and walked into the hall.

As a doctor, even if she has waves in her heart, she will not hesitate to heal the injured when human life is at stake.

"Brother Prince!"

Zhao Evergrande shouted and walked to the inner hall, while the eighth sister who was crying in Yang Yanzhao's arms raised her head, sobbed, and pulled him to the inner hall.

The gauze tent, Lingluo couch, Zhao Yuanzuo's brocade prince's suit has been taken off. The white cloak is full of bright red, and the abdominal wound is shocking.

In this scene, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but think that he was pierced by Xuezong Jingyu. At that time, it was also like this, wandering at the ghost gate.

I don't know if Zhao Yuanzuo, who has a sad fate, can hold on.

At this moment, Luo's daughter was quickly pricking the silver needle, but the red blood was still flowing. In his hand, the little hand of the eighth sister was grasping tighter and tighter, and her little mouth was also biting tightly, and Zhao Yuanzuo lay with her eyes closed worriedly.

Seeing her like this, Yang Yanzhao understood that she was not a plant. He thought that Bamei had fallen in love, but now he was full of his cultivation and couldn't help, so he had to strode out of the hall and shouted in a low voice, "Go and invite all the imperial doctors here!"

The little colonel of the forbidden army hesitated for a while, but still took the order, and Zhu Li guarded the door of the hall very quietly. In his eyes, even if there was a forbidden army guard, it was not necessarily a safe place.

With a cup of tea, Luo's daughter finally stabilized Zhao Yuanzuo's injury, but his pulse was still very weak, and it seemed that he would leave the world the next moment.

After wiping her sweat, Luo's daughter didn't care about saying goodbye to Yang Yanzhao, and she was very nervous and continued to live up Zhao Yuanzuo's veins.

"Make way for me!"

The sound of anger sounded, but it shocked Yang Yanzhao and others. After a while, the green figure rushed in, but Chai Qingyun with tears on his face.

"Rokuro!"

With an exclamation, she rushed over. At this time, she didn't care about other people's words and wanted to vent all the pain in her heart.

Goodbye to Yiren, Yang Yanzhao's newly suppressed apology and Qiqi's intention flooded again. He was about to comfort her, but Chai Qingyun choked and said another word.

"Rokuro, exhaust..."

Exhaust air?

The imperial edict has always been placed on the exhaust. Last night, Xiao Muchun and others were asked to protect the exhaust and send the imperial edict to Zhao Dezhao. At this moment, it should be in the Royal Palace of Yan.

Therefore, when Chai Qingyun mentioned the exhaust, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but be stunned, "What's wrong with the exhaust?"

"Exhaust... She's gone..."

Is the exhaust air gone?

Hearing this sentence, Yang Yanzhao did not react for a moment. When he came to his senses, he couldn't help pushing Chai Qingyun away. His face turned pale. He stepped back a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

"Yuer, what are you talking about, you talking about... you mean... exhausting her..."