"It's gone, it's gone!"

Outside the window, the shouts seemed to rise from the ground, and instantly they became a bunch of messy steps, and panicked figures kept flashing on the window paper.

Yang Jintang was sometimes stunned and sometimes indignant. At this time, he heard the shouts outside and finally reacted.

He ordered the two people following him, "You are still standing stupidly and doing something, hurry up, let's drink the wine! Hurry!"

The two looked at each other and looked at him together. Yang Jintang frowned. Why are these two people stupid? Han Guang asked him to send Yang Jincheng on the way, and he agreed. After a while, the two people came with a wine pot and two cups. Military men like Han Guang were not good at doing things, and their subordinates were all like fools.

"You see what I'm doing. I'll ask you to drink them with wine!" Yang Jintang was angry, he was very angry.

"Do you really want us to do it?" The person who spoke looked very young, with clear eyes, but his skin was a little darker, as if it had come out of the stove, as dark as charcoal.

"Nonsense, do it quickly, hurry up!" This is a fool. Who would take the initiative to drink poisoned wine? Of course, I have to drink it.

"They won't listen to you, you can save money."

A cold voice came into his ears. Yang Jintang was surprised and turned to look. He saw the fleeting confusion in Yang Jincheng's eyes, and he also saw the ridicule on Mr. Fang's face.

"What did you say?" Yang Jintang was stunned.

With a puff, a laugh sounded in his ear. The black-faced military man laughed. The laughter was completely different from the sound he had just spoken.

The black-faced military man smiled and said, "My husband said you are a fool."

As he said that, the army man said to the other army man Nunu who came in with him, “Take it!”

Yang Jintang was still stunned and got a punch on the back of his neck. The last glance he saw the wine glass full of wine delivered to him.

Ashun threw Yang Jintang, who had been filled with poisonous wine, on the ground. The man was not dead yet, but he was knocked unconscious, but soon he would bleeding from his seven orifices and die of poison. The poisonous wine prepared by Han Guang for Yang Jincheng would not be gentle.

Yang Jincheng had already calmed down from his initial assassination, and he also recognized who the black-faced military man was.

"It's you who I'm doing."

Yan Cui lifted the wine pot, and the other cup was filled with it, and asked Ashun to hold it again. She slowly walked to Yang Jincheng, bowed her knees and bowed.

"Young Master Yang, this gift is for my girl. I thank you for your meal on behalf of my girl."

"Your girl?" Yang Jincheng asked.

"My girl is what Mr. Fang just told you. Princess Yan, the girl and sister Fangfei both said that when she was in Shangqiao Town, Mr. Yang invited them to eat scallion oil pancakes. Sister Fangfei said that it was the best scallion oil pancakes she had ever eaten in her life." Yan Cui's voice was gentle and pleasant, like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley.

"Your voice..." Yang Jincheng's brows moved slightly.

Yan Cui Ge laughed sweetly: "Young Master Yang is so worried about the things that he has forgotten. You must have long remembered the little Cuihua who pretended to be Miss Yang San. I have learned to sing music since I was four or five years old. I have practiced my voice, and both men and women can learn it."

Yang Jincheng smiled, and he said to Mr. Fang: "The princess of Yanbei was also involved in the wedding. So, it was no coincidence that day? Lao Fang, you see, our Yang family has the Empress Dowager, so they have already let their brothers play tricks."

After saying that, he stopped talking, but just closed his eyes and thought about it. He had been to Shangqiao Town that year, and indeed went to Shen's orphans. Has he ever met Zhou Tong there? That was ten years ago, and he no longer remembered it.

I think I have seen it, otherwise Zhou Tong wouldn't have been smeared on the canal pier. Zhou Tong was worried that he would be recognized.

Mr. Fang also said that Zhou Tong is indeed precocious. An eight-year-old girl can have so many ideas. That time, all kinds of people gathered together, but Zhou Tong escaped.

This is no longer something that the word "premature wisdom" can be described.

The princess, Zhou Tong.

Yang Jincheng opened his eyes, and his eyes became clearer than before.

He asked Mr. Fang: "The two female assassins in the palace, the younger one, think it's this big princess, what about the other one? I'm the fake Hongmao. Lao Fang, you always have to let me leave clearly."

This time, Mr. Fang did not hide it from him and said, "That is the biological mother of Mrs. Yun, the Daxian Princess and the Prince of Yanbei."

"So that's it, so that's it!"

Yang Jincheng smiled and shook his head, stood up from the bed, hugged his fists, and said, "Lao Fang, thank you for accompanying me along the way."

Mr. Fang also stood up, tidied up his scattered hair, and said politely: "Young Master is so serious, so we two are also destined."

Yang Jincheng smiled and said, "I can't wait to see my grandfather. Tell him that the biggest enemy of our Yang family is not the King of Qin, but the mother and son. I heard that Yang Qin ended in a crushing defeat and had already fled to Tarpit. That was a dead end, and the Yang family was still dead."

He looked at Yan Cui again and said, "Please ask a girl."

Yan Cui raised her eyebrows lightly and smiled, "Tell me, Master Yang."

"Liu'er...that's the evil of our Yang family. Don't give him to Cheng Bo. Cheng Bo is stubborn and will definitely teach him to avenge the Yang family since he was a child. This is a fallacy, so don't let Cheng Bo raise him. You can just find someone's house and give it to him." Yang Jincheng said.

Yan Cui nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you that I will not let Liu'er know his life experience, and Liu'er will not know anything."

"Then I thank the girl."

Yang Jincheng gave a deep gift to Yan Cui. Yan Cui was not sure whether to return the gift, but Yang Jincheng had reached out to pick up the glass of wine from the tray in Ashun's hand.

Mr. Fang lowered his head, suddenly raised his head again, and clasped his fists at Yang Jincheng: "Young Master Yang, go!"

Yan Cui was stunned and turned her face to the side...

Li Rongjing set the fire. He didn't go far, and finally felt uneasy. When he came back, he happened to run into the bullfighting. Yan Cui was so murderous that he was about to make the whole thing messy, so Li Rongjing had to take someone with him.

Thanks to Li Rongjing and his Feiyuwei, Yan Cui and Ashun were able to get in and get along with Yang Jintang.

Mr. Fang smiled bitterly: "This is not a place you can come. If it weren't for Mr. Li, you would have died many times."

Yan Cui rolled her eyes and said, "I told Mr. Li, I said you and I are real couples. We are husband and wife. If you want to die, I will be with you."

Mr. Fang's face turned red and his lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.
Chapter completed!