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Daxing Palace Ganlu Hall.

Yang Jian asked Wang Hai: "Where is the prince?"

"Go back to Your Majesty, the prince has entered Jinzhou yesterday and will be able to arrive in Taiyuan in a few days."

Yang Jian frowned, a little dissatisfied with Yang Yong's marching speed. How did he arrive in Jinzhou after leaving Beijing for so many days? The prince took the initiative to seek command and lead the troops this time. Especially when the King of Jin was involved in the assassination case of the crown prince and was seriously suspected, Yang Jian had to replace Yang Guang, the marshal of the Northern Expedition. Yang Yong was able to stand up and ask for orders to take charge, which was a big problem for him. But at the moment, the prince's marching speed was so slow that he had to wonder whether the prince was afraid of war, so he marched so slowly every day.

"Is there any news about Changsun Sheng? What's going on in Tuli?" Yang Jian asked again. Changsun Sheng was the most proficient in the Turkic situation in the court, and he was very good at archery. He once killed two birds with one stone and had many missions to the Turkic. He also had a high prestige among the Turkic. This time, Yang Jian also sent Changsun Sheng to the north of the Mobei to contact Tuli. As the envoy of the Sui Dynasty, he was responsible for contacting Tuli, so that Tuli could cooperate with the Sui Dynasty's Northern Expedition to deal with Datou and Dulan. Yang Jian cared about Tuli very much.

Allies and son-in-law, Tuli is located in the north of the desert, in the north of the capital and the east of the Datou. As long as they cooperate well, they can greatly restrain Datou and Dutou. If necessary, they can go to the lair of their two people, so that they dare not go south easily. However, Changsun Sheng sent out for so long, but there was no news back, which made Yang Jian very worried that Tuli is an important force. If there is no such force in this war, the attacking power of the Sui army will be weakened a lot.

"Summer seems to have arrived in Taiyuan." Yang Jian, who was restless, simply dropped his pen and stopped reviewing the memorials. He asked about Yang Lin's situation. Yang Lin's march was very fast. He had arrived in Taiyuan the day before yesterday. The prince had already left Beijing on the same day, but he had just arrived in Jinzhou, but Yang Lin arrived in Taiyuan yesterday, which was several days apart.

"Yes, Your Majesty, maybe the grandson has passed Jingxing today and has arrived in Zhending." Wang Hai replied with a smile.

"Why, did Sumeru send back the memorial today?" Yang Lin sent a memorial back to Beijing every day on the way to marching. Sometimes he talked about strategic deployment, sometimes he just talked about news along the way. Sometimes he talked about current affairs, or some court systems and other things. Although the things he talked about were always different, Yang Jian liked to read grandson's memorials. Each memorial was always written very specifically, especially the memorials were written very special, using a brand new format, without any gorgeous, empty and useless modifications, always straight to the point, and then a statement like one, two, three. Sometimes he even had tables with specific data on it, and sometimes he was accompanied by illustrations, and some were just simple. A few simple, sometimes quite complex color paintings, and occasionally some beautiful scenery. Yang Jian liked these paintings very much. Especially his grandson, he liked grandson.

The paintings were all very real, and when looking at the paintings, they suddenly felt like they were in their own eyes. Yang Jian rarely left Beijing, and after becoming emperor, he usually went to Renshou Palace in the west of Beijing. During the disaster year, he went to Luoyang to eat, and the farthest time was to go to Mount Tai. But he always traveled with a large group of people, full of ceremonies, and the place was prepared, loess was padded on the road and water was poured on the street, so it was difficult to see the real world and the lives of the people. Yang Lin's paintings made him see these, and Yang Lin seemed to be his eyes, drawing the real things that he could not see and give them to him. He especially liked Yang Lin's paintings, without any various rendering techniques, and was just copying things, like reappearing the real things. Although some painters were too vulgar and craftsmanship, Yang Jian liked them, which allowed him to see a kind of reality.

But today's memorial has not been here until now, and it has not even been sent yesterday.

Yang Jian looked suspicious, not knowing what happened to Yang Lin.

"How is King Jin doing these days? Do you have any complaints in the mansion?" Yang Jian remembered his second son Yang Guang again, and he had been imprisoned in the mansion for a while.

Wang Hai replied seriously: "According to the people over there, the King of Jin dances swords in his mansion every day, reads books, and then writes without complaints, and his behavior is very dull."

Yang Jian frowned, and a suspicion flashed in his eyes. He felt that his second son's performance was a bit too calm and plain. He was temporarily replaced, was involved in the assassination case, and was placed under house arrest. Such a big change occurred, especially because he believed that the so-called assassination case was suspected. Yang Guang was not the real murderer behind the scenes, but Yang Guang's calm reaction now made him feel that this son was a bit too dull, and even felt that he was acting. This made him feel very unhappy, and even remembered Yang Guang's usual performance over the years. Could it be that he has been acting, everything, wise, filial, and wise, are all the illusions he performed, just pretending?

Just as he was thinking quietly, footsteps suddenly came from outside.

"I will report to Your Majesty, Your Highness the Crown Prince has a memorial!"

The voice of the report interrupted Yang Jian's reverie. When he heard that it was his grandson's memorial, he smiled, "I thought he was no longer willing to write a memorial to me, the old man."

"It's probably because the wind and snow on the road were delayed." Wang Hai couldn't help but chuckled when he saw the emperor showing such a rare smile.

The memorial was presented to Yang Jian, and he took it with a smile, opening it impatiently, wanting to see what journeys the emperor grandson had recorded for him today and what paintings he drew. As a result, as soon as he looked at the memorial, his smile began to condense, and the more he looked, his face became darker, and finally he even raised his eyebrows, as if two swords were unsheathed, making people feel cold.

When he saw the end, Yang Jian was already furious and slapped the imperial desk with a heavy palm, his chest fluctuating violently.

"I'm so angry that I'm not worried, no one is worry-free, unrestrained and bold!"

The emperor was suddenly furious. The maids who were happy just now were stunned by the emperor's happiness and the firemen were all stunned. They knelt down and did not dare to raise their heads. Some timid even trembled all over, for fear that the emperor would take their anger on them in anger.

Even the eunuch Wang Hai, who had been following the emperor, was uneasy and whispered for a long time: "Please calm down your anger, don't be angry."

"Stop the anger, why am I angry? Look, look, this unfilial son wants to piss me to death." Yang Jian swept the memorial to the ground. Wang Hai moved forward and carefully picked up the memorial. Since the emperor asked him to see it, he would look boldly. After seeing it, he was so scared that he looked deserted. The content on it was really too amazing. The emperor's grandson reported that King Yang Liang of Han conspired to assassinate him, and first sent someone to arrange troops to prepare for ambush in Jingxing, the only way he could pass. Then he happened to want to be early at that time.

He rushed to Huaihuang and presided over the defense of the east road, so he changed to the north road. As a result, Yang Liang's men failed to make a plan and immediately rushed to Tianmen Pass to set up an ambush. Taisun was unpredictable and was led into Guanzhong. The other party mobilized five hundred troops to ambush Taisun inside the pass. Taisun got the guards to guard the death to defeat the rebels of Tianmen Pass and survived. But Yang Liang's man did not give up and wanted to mobilize the soldiers in Taiyuan City. Fortunately, Taisun returned the horse and shot it and planned to capture the thieves and the king. Finally, he took down a group of rebels, stabilized the soldiers and horses of Taiyuan, and controlled the situation.

The memorial was too shocking, but Taisun wrote the whole thing in detail, clearly and clearly, and attached a lot of evidence. This matter would not be wrong at all. Otherwise, as soon as His Majesty the Emperor sent someone to investigate, the matter would be revealed. Now Taisun believed that he was the planning and commander of the King of Han, and with these evidences, he would not be wrong at all.

Wang Hai was extremely shocked. The matter of King Jin was involved in the assassination case and had not been found out yet. In a blink of an eye, another King of Han came. And it was no more indirect suspicion than King of Jin. This time the assassination case was quite obvious and even more horrifying. It was simply a bold move to ambush the army. However, only a spoiled prince like the King of Han could do such a thing. It is estimated that the emperor had believed the words of the grandson just now and believed that it was indeed the King of Han.

"Where is Yang Liang now?" Yang Jian shouted angrily.

"Go back to Your Majesty, the King of Han is now on the Bashang." Wang Hai replied.

"Ba Shang? Why is he still in Ba Shang? Didn't he leave Beijing half a month ago? Why didn't he walk out of thirty miles in half a month?" Yang Jian asked angrily.

"I heard that the King of Han was infected with cold after leaving Beijing, so he stayed in Bashang to recuperate and failed to take office immediately."

Yang Jian didn't believe this at this time. He thought that Yang Liang must have stayed in Bashang to command the ambush the crown prince, and he had never even thought about taking office in Jingzhou.

"This vilified son, immediately pass on my orders, transfer the left guards, and immediately go to General Ba to capture the vilified son back to Beijing!"

He conferred Sumi as the crown prince of the emperor, but in a short time, Sumi encountered two assassinations, one in the streets of Beijing. Now, not long after, he even mobilized troops to ambush. This was lawless. The assassination was already very obvious, and Yang Liang could not remove the suspicion at all. This made Yang Jian reflect on the previous assassination case and felt that the case that had not found any evidence was also done by the King of Han. He wrongly accused the King of Jin. This bastard Yang Liang was really against the gods.

Sitting there for a long time, Yang Jian calmed down a little. He hesitated for a long time and finally said: "I drafted an order, and King Yang Hong of Hejian was appointed as the acting chief of Jingzhou and immediately went to Jingzhou to take office. In addition, King Yang Guang of Jin left Beijing to take office today to Bingzhou. He ordered Dali Temple, Censorate, and the Ministry of Justice to select personnel, and went to Bingzhou to thoroughly investigate the case of the assassination of the Emperor's grandson in Bingzhou!" Yang Jian issued several decrees in one breath.

Wang Hai stood aside silently, knowing in his heart that another surging wave had arrived and a big storm was about to begin again. (To be continued...)
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