Chapter 376 Dark Chen Warehouse

The carriage ran through the noisy street. Soon, it stopped in front of Hou's house. Xiao Muchun, who had learned from Yang Jing that he had been married, jumped out of the carriage quickly and strode forward and knocked on the door.

In such a happy event, Xiao Muchun wanted to call out in the house with his voice, but when he looked back, he saw Yang Jing's anxious appearance. When he was about to reach his mouth, he swallowed it. He smiled and drove the carriage to the backyard stable to feed grass.

The huge Hou Mansion is a little cold. Thanks to Chai Qingyun, some maids and servants have been transferred from the princess's mansion. Otherwise, there will be three or four people in the whole mansion. If you say something, you can hear the echo, not to mention the inconvenience of doing things.

He walked through the corridor. At this time, Luo's daughter did not go to the palace. She must be studying herbs in the back garden, and Chai Qingyun, who was idle, must also accompany her here. She could just tell the two women the good news.

In the back garden, there were clusters of flowers, and in the pavilions of the red and green hugs, the white-shirted Luo girl and Chai Qingyun lowered their heads to talk, fiddling with the herbs on the stone table in front of them from time to time, and then their slender and beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, as if they had encountered something incomprehensible.

"Qing'er, Zhu'er."

Yang Jing walked over with a smile, sat at the table, poured a cup of flower tea, and drank it in one breath. "Why didn't you see the fish?"

"Yuer learned that Sister Chai was going to enter the palace later, so she went to boil the medicine so that Sister Chai could bring it to King Jingnan."

Luo's girl smiled and added tea to Yang Jing. On the side, Chai Qingyun also smiled and stared at Yang Jing carefully for a moment. "Today's such happiness, is there anything happy about Liulang?"

"Of course, it's a happy event, and it's still a big happy event."

Seeing that the two women were very curious and looked at him, Yang Jing deliberately sold the key and didn't talk to them.

"Really, don't say it?"

Chai Qingyun is still smiling and full of amorous feelings, but a pair of Qianqianyu hands have reached out to Yang Jing's waist, making a pinching momentum.

As soon as this move came out, Yang Jing immediately sweated coldly and surrendered in an instant. "The official gave me a marriage. After Enke, I can marry you two beautiful women."

Chai Qingyun's outstretched hand stopped in the air, and his face was full of incredible colors, and Luo's girl had an inexplicable panic in her hand and knocked the celadon pot on the table to the ground.

"Whey!"

Porcelain pieces dance wildly, and the tea is scattered everywhere.

Luo's daughter hurried to squat down to clean up, but was pulled by Yang Jing, "Don't worry about it, Qinger, what's wrong with you? Don't you feel happy?"

At this time, Chai Qingyun also came to his senses, with a trace of blush on his cheeks. Seeing Luo's daughter's abnormal move, he couldn't help saying, "Yes, Sister Qing'er, the official family gave you and me to marry Liulang. It was a happy event. Why did he become restless?"

After asking again and again, Luo's daughter dodged and whispered, "The slave family is humble, and Liulang is the marquis of the Song Dynasty. If Liulang marries the slave family and Sister Chai together, won't he lose your face?"

This silly girl is actually worried about this.

Naturally, Yang Jing inevitably pretended to scold Luo's daughter harshly. Then Zhao Dezhao intended to ask the Duke of Qi to accept her as a righteous daughter, and also said that he planned to take Luo's daughter's biological father to Bianliang, which gradually made Luo's daughter smile.

After all, she has been looking forward to this day for a long time.

"Sister Qing'er, you and I are like sisters, and we will serve a husband together in the future. If Liulang is unsympathetic, we must not spare him."

Chai Qingyun pretended to be hateful and slanted his eyes with Yang Jing. Although his words were cold, they were confused in his beautiful eyes.

Yang Jing pretended not to shrink his neck and begged for mercy, but then a bad smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. "Since Zhu'er also said that you and Qing'er are sisters, since you have to serve my husband, why don't we sleep together?"

Before he finished speaking, Chai Qingyun's embroidered fist had hit him, and Luo's woman's white face was suddenly stained with the morning glow, which made Yang Jing's heart rippling.

After playing with the two women, the eighth sister who had boiled the medicine came to the back garden. When she learned that the official family had given her marriage, she inevitably shook Yang Jing's arm happily and said happy words.

On this day, Yang Jing accompanied the three girls in the house. Chai Qingyun wanted to stay for a few more hours, but he couldn't help the urging of the eighth sister, so she got up and went to the palace. Of course, she had to tease the eighth sister a few words, which made the latter blush and shy.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jing couldn't help but be secretly happy to keep Zhao Yuanzuo. When the situation stabilized, he asked him and Ba Mei to do the marriage.

The next day, the sky was still dark. Yang Jing, who was about to be in the morning, had left the mansion. He was not an official and did not know the pain of being an official. The world envied entering the palace as a minister. They saw the magnificent scenery of the courtier, but they did not understand the hard work of entering the palace in less than four days every day.

Sitting on the carriage, Yang Jing, who was practicing martial arts, naturally did not look tired of yawning. Before the dawn came, there was a little coolness in the wind. Maybe it was still early. The carriage driven by Xiao Muchun was a little steady and slow, and the wheels were sparkling, pressing through the blue brick road.

Lifting the curtain, Yang Jing looked at the surrounding scenery again. At this moment, the bustling noise in the daytime faded away from Bianliang City. Looking around, there was a silence, like a quiet virgin sitting quietly in the night, which made people happy.

After looking at it for a long time, Yang Jing put down the curtain in his hand. Along the way, there were more and more soft sedan chairs in the carriages, so as to avoid greeting people, and most of them are people who are not familiar with each other. When they see the wind, they rudder, they fall into the stone when they are in danger, and Rong comes with a smile, so they don't see and don't feel upset. They don't see them, so they don't want to be with these people. Deal with.

Put your hand into the wide sleeve and touch the small porcelain bottle hidden there. This is a fake death medicine configured by the Luo woman. As long as you take it, you must foam and die within half an hour.

The effect of the medicine lasts for three hours, so Yang Jing must take Wang Jien's 'corpse' at this time, otherwise it will be discovered and the fake death will become a real death.

Yang Jing is not sure whether Chen Cang can succeed or not. Now he has to do his best and listen to fate. Everything depends on Wang Jien's creation. If his life is hard, he can escape from it.

Soon, when he got out of the carriage, Yang Jing smiled, not to mention whether he was sincere or not, and greeted his colleagues around him one by one. Then after the Xuande Gate was opened, the group of people took their smiles and walked towards the imperial city in an orderly manner.

"Marquis, I heard that the official has given you a marriage. Congratulations."

In front of the crowd, Li Fang whispered that he, who usually didn't like to be in color, actually had a slight smile in his eyes. Yang Jing, who was behind him, hurriedly said thank you. Li Fang's words surprised him a little. Previously, in Hanlin Academy, the two also had contact, but the former was mostly business, and did not show too much affection with him.

Now, under the strong recommendation of Zhao Pu, Li Fang has been in the middle school and has the power of prime minister. Now this sentence of joy obviously has a friendly meaning.

Is it just because Yang Jing has changed from the unruly Hanlin official to the Marquis of Wenwu?

Of course, Yang Jing is unwilling to make these guesses. In his heart, Li Fang has the elegance of a sage and a scholar. Perhaps his words are just an ordinary concern for the younger generation.

Li Fang's words fell, and the rest of the court officials immediately congratulated Yang Jing one after another. Zhao Defang also seemed to have forgotten yesterday's unhappiness, smiled, and joked with Yang Jing from time to time. For a moment, the atmosphere was quite lively. Seeing that the maids who had passed by the forbidden soldiers who had passed by, they all looked at each other and couldn't figure it out. What happened to him made all the officials very happy. They wanted to stop eavesdropping, but they were afraid of disturbing the adults, so they had to slow down their pace and prick up their ears.

Because he was with everyone, Yang Jing couldn't get out of himself to look for Wang Jien. He couldn't be in a hurry about this matter. He simply waited for the early morning before making plans.

After the fourth watch, all the civil and military officials gathered in the Zichen Hall. The lights were bright and arranged in an orderly manner. Under the sharp sound of Peng Yan's 'officials', everyone subconsciously took care of the imperial clothes and long-winged hats, bowed and waited for Zhao Dezhao to ascend to the throne.

At this time, Yang Jing found that until this time, Wang Pu's position in front of him was still empty.

Maybe it was the old man who was not feeling well, so he went to the court in the future. He thought to himself that Yang Jing bent down and saluted with other courtiers, shouting long live.

After Zhao Dezhao sat down, as usual, he opened his mouth to ask about some things, and then coughed gently and said something that shocked Yang Jing.

"All my dears, the Duke of Qi is old. I resigned with me yesterday. I can't accept it, but I can't stand the deteriorating health of Wang Shi..."

There was regret and helplessness in the words, and there was also a low voice of surprise in the courtiers, while Yang Jing lowered his head and sighed without showing any trace.

Sure enough, it's still coming.

Wang Pu has gone through many dynasties and has a high prestige. What's more, he still holds the mysterious organization of 'the net' in his hand. Yang Jing understands that Zhao Dezhao still did it.

I don't know why, there was a trace of sadness and uneasiness in my heart.

Today, the emperor can hold hands and laugh with you; tomorrow, it may take your life. The companion is indeed like a tiger, life and death is rich and noble, all depends on the king's words.

His thoughts were in turmoil. Yang Jing stood there quietly and did not participate in the words proposed by Zhao Defang, the king of Hui, to give Wang Pu a reward.

"Yang Jing, what do you think?"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Dezhao asked him.

Feeling the eyes cast around him, Yang Jing made a salute. In fact, he didn't know what to say, so he put forward what Zhao Defang just said again, "Going back to the official family, the Duke is a poor official. This time, when he returns to his hometown, he should not be too cold. It should let the place take care of him."

Zhao Dezhao nodded, "What Yang Aiqing and King Hui said is reasonable. Wang Shi has worked a lot for me in the Song Dynasty. If I don't treat him well, won't I be criticized by the world?"

After saying this, Zhao Dezhao hesitated for a moment, "Wang Shi doesn't like money, so it's better to send him the calligraphy and paintings treasured in the palace, and order Pingzhou to take care of Wang Shi with my kindness."

"The official saint."

Yang Jing saluteed back, but it was not included in the list. Zhao Dezhao's voice came to his ear again, but it was another thing that surprised him.

"Dear gentlemen, when Taizu established the dynasty, in order to let me not kill the enemy's ambition in the Song army, I set the ancestral policy of changing the army, so that each battalion can have the opportunity to fight in the battlefield, so as to preserve the blood of my Song Erlang's character."

As soon as this statement came out, only one thought flashed in Yang Jing's mind. Zhao Dezhao was going to move the forbidden army. It seems that if these 'nets' and 'flow sand' are not removed, it is difficult for the Song Dynasty to sleep and eat.

This is the real dark warehouse!