Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

Inside the warm pavilion, it suddenly fell into a silent silence.

The answer given by Bai Hanzhang contained too many deep meanings.

With just a token of Yingyangwei, should Duke Shiliang secretly assassinate a court official, and even make Zhao Wulie, who commanded the guards, pay for his life?

Too hard, too hard!

Even if he entered the East Palace, the King of the Jing Dynasty, who had been in custody for twenty years, would not be able to win it in one fell swoop.

There is no other reason, the prince did not ascend the throne after all, and he has not completely grasped the six cabinets in his hands.

When a saint is on the throne, he only needs an order.

No matter what the power is, the princes, princes, and generals who are in charge of military power.

Not even the slightest resistance was allowed, and he was immediately captured and ordered to die.

This is the truth that if the ruler wants the minister to die, the minister has to die!

To be able to do this, to remove the saint's martial arts and spirituality, is the best in the world.

It's enough to crush everything and convince all but Gong Gong.

There is another very crucial point.

The sage is the co-lord of the world who is recognized by the dragon veins of the dynasty and the luck of humanity.

All civil and military officials who belonged to the Jing Dynasty, unless they were great masters who were free from the shackles of heaven and earth.

Or it has a unique destiny, which is expensive and heavy, and can withstand the coercion of the emperor.

Otherwise, face the king of the dynasty who speaks the word Tianxian alone.

It is bound to be shaken, trembling, and unable to raise any resistance.

But the prince did not ascend to the supreme throne, and his power all came from the saints.

Even if the luck is grand, it still lacks a bit of the prestige of the emperor.

It is impossible to make the grandmaster bow his head and make the prince bow his head.

What's more, Yang Hong was guilty.

The relationship involved is huge and the impact is profound, and it is by no means as simple as it seems!

The three guards, Yingyang, Weiwu, and Baotao, were all controlled by the adopted sons of Liang Guogong's former department.

The disciples of the Ministry of War, the former officials, even occupy half of the country.

In addition to the honor of Huaixi, Yang Hong is often the first to follow.

It can be described as pulling one hair and moving the whole body.

"Kiuro, if you don't rush back to the palace, I have one more thing to trouble you."

Bai Hanzhang smiled and said softly:

"How about you go to the Duke of Liang's mansion later and declare a will?"

Ji Yuan lowered his eyelids, raised his glass, took a sip, nodded and said:

"His Royal Highness has a heart, and I should obey your orders."

He understood what Bai Hanzhang meant.

Those Yunying Tiqi who were killed and wounded were all the brothers under his command.

There is also Qin Wugou who is with him, who is a thousand households of Beizhen Fusi.

Because the assassination suffered internal injuries, it has not yet fully recovered.

One after another, one by one, there must always be an explanation.

Otherwise, not only Beizhen Fusi lost his face, but Ji Yuan was also stepped on, and it was inevitable that outsiders would make fun of him.

Therefore, Bai Hanzhang asked him to go to the Duke of Liang to announce the decree.

The purpose is to raise the eyebrows and find the place back.

Change to someone else and understand the joints.

I'm afraid it's not because I want to be grateful to His Royal Highness, and devote myself to death.

After all, ordinary rank six officials, young talents, how can there be such a strong holy scroll!

"You take the will of this palace, but don't go too fast, wait for the reply from Liang Guogong."

Bai Hanzhang sighed softly, tilted his head, and looked out the open window.

"This palace estimates that another will, it's time to go to Jingzhou at this time."

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Jingzhou, Wulu County.

On the official road, one ride takes the lead.

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves caused a sensation in the four fields, raising billowing smoke and dust.

Those escorting the chariots and horses, the merchants who came and went in the past, the city guards in armor and stomach.

After seeing them, they all made way for them.

Moreover, all of them craned their necks, as if they had seen an extraordinary scene, and looked at the galloping silhouette of an angry horse like a dragon.

To be more precise, they were amazed at the flag behind the courier.

Gold thread embroidery, a real dragon with five claws!

"The decree of the Imperial City of Tianjing!"

"I haven't seen it for twenty years!"

"Is it from the East Palace? The saints haven't been in the court for many years!"

"Master Guo went to Tianjin a while ago,

It is said that they have not passed the city gate..."

"Be careful! Don't dare to talk nonsense..."

There was a lot of discussion, and all kinds of speculations emerged.

The decree of the East Palace to enter Jingzhou, this is a major event that has not happened for a long time.

Tread! Tatata!

Wait until a quarter of noon, when the sun hangs in the middle of the sky.

The middle-aged postman who rode a fast horse and never stopped on the road turned over and went down to the door of the residence of Duke Liang.

His lips were chapped and he gasped for breath, as if his throat was burning with thirst.

He was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the wooden box in both hands, raised it above his head, and shouted:

"The East Palace has a purpose!"

This sound was like a thunderbolt, alarming countless eyes.

Under the fluctuating changes in the air machine, there is a strange illusion that the situation is changing.

"Go and report!"

The guards at the gate were brightly dressed and sharp-eyed, obviously all of them were trainees.

When they saw the dragon flag inserted behind the courier, they naturally did not dare to be slighted.

Immediately send someone to run into the house and report to the housekeeper.

As for the passersby who watched the excitement, they seemed to know the power of the Guogong's mansion, and they all scattered away.

Find a nearby teahouse and pub for discussion.

After a while, a middle-aged man with black hair and long beard dressed in a satin robe quickly walked past the side door.

His eyes were piercing, and his temples protruded high, as if he had accomplished martial arts.

Confirmed the Kanhe fire card of the post station and the big seal of the East Palace.

The man hurriedly bowed and took the wooden box and a letter respectfully.

Then he instructed the servants who were kneeling outside the door to bring some water and food to the courier.

Then, with a solemn expression, he walked to the inner courtyard.

As the saying goes, there are seven officials in front of the prime minister's gate.

The big housekeeper who was given the surname "Yang" by the grandfather of the country, with a single name of "loyalty", is not a shallow person without knowledge.

On the contrary, the characters he welcomes and sends every day are either rich or expensive.

For example, the local officials of the third or fourth rank, the generals and commanders of the Ministry of Defense, and the rich and powerful tyrants and giants.

Coupled with the Yingliao set up in the mansion, there are always news reports from the Daming Mansion and even the states outside.

Therefore, the big housekeeper was quite aware of the situation in the court and the struggles of all parties.

Even when he saw the decree of the East Palace, he was not a little panicked.

"It's not that the eunuch of the East Palace personally passed the decree, it means that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did not intend to make the matter too big and make it difficult to end it.

Therefore, it is the way of sending messages from the post station and expediting official documents.

It can be seen from this that the content of this decree may be a state affairs rather than a private one. "

Yang Zhong held a vermilion wooden box in both hands, with a black dragon talisman from the East Palace on it.

"Since the decree is a state affair, the letter is a private matter.

His Royal Highness, this is the first ceremony and then the soldier, to put pressure on the prince of the country? "

Yang Zhong knew about the fact that Zhao Wulie, the commander of Yingyangwei, sent someone to assassinate the Liaodong Muzizi.

He was responsible for the destruction of several of the secret letters mobilizing the dead.

Therefore, it is still to be expected that there will be a reaction from the East Palace.

"According to His Royal Highness's checks and balances, the decree may be temptation and blame, and the letter is to appease and stabilize... Grandpa Guo has long been prepared, and it's no big deal.

Even if the traces were not wiped clean enough, could Donggong still be able to ask the lord of the country to teach him the crime for the sake of a filthy boy from a humble background! "

Yang Zhong thought for a while and cleared his mind.

The originally locked brows slowly stretched, appearing calm.

As a slave, as long as the master's family is big, he can do any errand with confidence.

If he received the decree from the Eastern Palace, he would be panicked, and he would not be able to secure the seat of the chief butler of the Duke's Mansion.

The inner courtyard covers a wide area, and there is a large lake reflected by a green hill, which can be enjoyed by boat.

I heard that it was modeled on the appearance of Wansui Mountain and Taiye Pond in the imperial city, and it took a lot of manpower and material resources to build it.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an inch of land and an inch of gold.

Ever since he returned home, Yang Hong has been fishing here often, sometimes sitting for a long time.

Walk through the corridor for a long time.

When he got close to the big lake, Yang Zhong held his breath and stepped lightly.

After about twenty steps, he stopped and said respectfully:

"Master, as you didn't expect, the East Palace has sent an order."

Yang Hong's drooping eyelids lifted slightly.

It was as if he had dozed off and suddenly woke up and turned around.

With his back leaning on a large huanghuali wood chair, he held a heavy fishing rod made of fine iron in his right hand, and said expressionlessly:

"It's not Wulie's fault that it didn't work out.

It's that the mud leg has a general trend. When he first entered the third heaven, he was able to fight six people to exchange blood. It can be seen that he has accumulated a lot of money.

It should have become seven or eight Qi meridians.

If the old man guessed correctly, the prince must have been cultivated with blood.

It is impossible to say that a Diyuan Great Pill was taken from the arsenal to strengthen the blood.

Coupled with a third-grade cave, is this going to support another Zong Pingnan?

That's right, Wang Zhongdao already has Wang Zhongdao in charge of Fei Xiong Guard, and he restrains King Yan's frontier army.

A few years ago, Jiang Yingwu entered the Ministry of War, and it is estimated that he will check and balance Tan Wenying in the future.

Our Highness is really proficient at the balance of power.

Although the old man has never seen the mud legs of Liaodong, he can probably guess that he is inseparable.

Born in a humble military household, he was born with some talent in martial arts.

Such people are often extreme in temperament, arrogant, arrogant, and very fond of showing themselves.

The prince's vision has always been accurate, and he just used it as a chess piece to weaken the honor. "

Yang Zhong seemed displeased, and bent over and said:

"The grandfather of the country is loyal to the imperial court, and he has made great contributions to the South and the North for Dajing!

The crown prince is generous and honest on the surface, and treats old ministers with courtesy.

Behind the scenes, he secretly used some means that couldn't be seen on the table, and all kinds of suppression... It's really a bird with a good bow! "

This kind of words, as long as it falls into the ears of the Censor Station or Beizhen Fusi.

Arrogantly talking about the prince, accusing the prince, and worthy of the crime of looting and exile.

However, Yang Hong was calm and did not stop the housekeeper from complaining.

He originally thought so too, that the Crown Prince was indeed too harsh on the ministers who had served the dragon and the founding veterans.

You know, when the Seventeen Guards had not yet been established.

The Jing Dynasty only had Yan Renbo's Dragon Elephant Army, He Dingchen's Xian Deng Army, and his own Great Liang Cavalry.

Relying on the three of them to destroy the city and pull out the village, they were invincible, and just now they have conquered the ten thousand miles of the country!

"Thousands of brothers' bones are piled up in mountains, and in exchange for the old man's position as a supreme minister, he will be rich and noble all his life.

Even if the old man wants more, what does it matter?

Is it difficult, in this world, only the Bai family is allowed to enjoy the supreme throne alone,

But you can't allow me to wait for some land, so that I can live and care for the elderly? "

Yang Hong sneered in his heart, why didn't he know that Donggong was waiting for the day when the incense was exhausted, and he was looking for an excuse to take back the power of the Ministry of War.

But the Crown Prince had somewhat overestimated himself.

Sitting alone facing upward, the prince wants to hold down Liaodong, Huaixi, and even Jiubian?

Just delusional.

Dajing Chengping has been in great prosperity for sixty years.

But in fact, the undercurrent is turbulent. If Liaodong is in chaos and Huaixi changes, Jiubian will definitely be shaken.

In an instant, the beacon will be everywhere.

Moreover, there are also three feudal kings who are eyeing them.

Just waiting for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to shake the crown prince!

Thinking of this, Yang Hong's eyes were even colder, like an angry tiger.

In all the dynasties since ancient times, which royal family did not share weal and woe with the princes, princes and princes, and shared wealth and honor?

"Prince can't tolerate people, it's not a Mingjun's temperament. If you use me today, if you don't keep it safe tomorrow, you will slaughter other county princes and honorable people.

Thinker

No military power, no financial power, and no corruption and exploitation by Gong Gong.

How many letters did he send just because the Duke's government had collected more fields?

The words are nothing more than, let the old man take less.

But this highness who lives in the deep palace doesn't think about it. There are seven or eight hundred people in the family's house.

Are the daily food, drink and clothing, gold and silver rewards all falling from the sky? "

Yang Hong shook his head and sneered.

"Master is right, how does His Royal Highness know about our suffering?

Besides, although the government has acquired a lot of fertile land, doesn't it still hire tenant farmers?

Those mud-legged people paid some rent and continued to farm the land, and no one was seen starved to death. "

Yang Zhong held the square box and said sincerely.

"To tell the truth, I go to Zhuangzi in the county every year.

In the first half of the year, the weather was good, and we still only received 60% of the rent.

The tenant farmers all said that the lord was gracious, sympathetic to them, and very grateful. "

Yang Hong nodded, since ancient times the word money and grain is the most important.

If you have money, you can afford to keep soldiers and horses.

If you have food, you will have slaves.

His Highness the Crown Prince has written several times, rambling and asking the Duke's mansion to return the fertile fields, that is, he wants to strangle himself by the throat.

His heart can be punished, and his intentions are sinister!

"Yang Zhong, you present the decree from the Eastern Palace.

Let the old man see, this time, how does His Royal Highness want to stand up for the mud leg under his command?

Not to mention the assassination of a hundred households of the sixth rank, even if it kills a thousand households of the fifth rank, and the commander of the second rank, so what?

When the old man led the army to fight, the royal family of Baiman dared to show their heads to the public, and the concubines dared to put them in the room and reward them to their subordinates.

I still remember that when I returned from the northern expedition to the south, the chief soldier who guarded the gate was blind, and he did not open the gate to greet him. The old man directly ordered the siege to break the gate... The imperial censor even read twelve books, and after the sage knew it, he did not condemn. "

Yang Hong still held the fishing rod in his right hand, his left hand spread out his fingers, and his eyes were not squinting.

The invisible qi machine was like a tidal wave, wrapping the square wooden box and the lacquer letter held by the butler's hands.

The prince of the dynasty first opened the letter, glanced at it, and sneered:

"I still know the etiquette, and I respectfully call the old man uncle..."

The corners of Yang Zhong's mouth twitched, and he guessed right.

The decree of the East Palace is nothing more than a bylaw.

The thunder was heavy, the rain was small, and there was no wind and waves.

The status and prestige of the master is here.

How can the prince handle it?

Last time.

Failed to enter Beijing.

It was nothing but a powerful old bald donkey blocking the way.

But now.

in Jingzhou.

Master only needs a warrant, uu reading a book can move 8,000 elite cavalry, tens of thousands of foot soldiers.

Even if the great master came to provoke him, he would have to take off half his skin if he didn't die!

"Bull me too much!"

When Yang Zhong was complacent, a loud bang suddenly sounded in his ears, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and the shock caused waves of anger.

Meng Lie's unparalleled scorching hot wind blew his face, and the big butler, who had already changed his blood and was only one step away from condensing his true gang, was blown into a rolling gourd.

After turning over several somersaults in succession, I fell into a tragic situation!

Boom boom boom!

The terrifying sound waves hit the lake, causing dozens of sturdy water columns that were several meters high!

Yang Hong, who was leaning on the chair, got up suddenly.

The fine iron fishing rod in the right hand shattered inch by inch, turning into pieces.

Tuk Tuk Tuk, pierced through several layers of thick solid wood boards under the feet.

"I want the old man to choose one of the adopted son and the parent-child to pay for the life of those bullshit riders? Who does Bai Hanzhang think he is? Has he already ascended the throne and sat in the palace and become the honor of the Ninety-five?"

After Yang Hong read the letter, he was furious.

Sen Han's qi stirs the wind and clouds, making the world darken.

The big hand pressed on the square wooden box and erased the talisman.

The heavy voice, like a thunderbolt running over the void, swayed boundless ripples.

"The old man should see how much weight the decree of the East Palace has, and it can scare me to kill my son to apologize..."

boom!

As soon as Yang Hongfu wiped off the talisman of the East Palace, the wooden box revealed a gap and bloomed.

The dazzling golden light hangs down like a substance, illuminating the world.

Kacha, Kacha.

Prince Liang, who had been standing upright like a mountain, had his hair and beard open, and his face suddenly flushed red.

As if a big spear pierced the sky, the straight waist is bent down a little bit!

It seems like thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains, once the national fortune, all are pressed on the shoulders!

Only!

Bow down, bow down!

"Saint... imperial edict..."