"Your Majesty, I beg you..."

Yuwen Shu also knew that this was a sure death situation, but he still had a glimmer of luck, hoping that he could convince Yang Jian to pardon his grandson.

Although his grandson Yuwen Cheng has a very good relationship with them, it is the blood of his Yuwen family.

"The Yuwen Qing family needs no need to say much. I have made up my mind. Yuwen Cheng has committed heinous crimes. If it is not eliminated, it is not enough to calm the public's anger. If it is not eliminated, it is not enough to calm the people's hearts. Although he is your grandson, the Qing family, as an old minister of two dynasties, should consider the country." Yang Jian sighed, stood up slowly and helped Yuwen Shu up with gray hair from the ground. Looking at his old face, he seemed to see himself. In a trance, he returned to the heroic era of the world when he was young. "Come on! Take all the criminal Yuwen Cheng down, throw him into the Heavenly Prison, and ask for a question in the autumn."

Yang Jian said this and seemed to have grown a lot earlier in an instant, and his turbid eyes did not disappoint the glory of the past.

"When I see you, I am as ambitious as I am, and as passionate as I am. I have high hopes for you. I hope you can help Guanger stabilize this great river and country in a hundred years. The facts have proved that you do have this ability. Whether it is the pain of attacking the Turks or the conquering Goguryeo today, you have defeated the invincible tyranny of my Great Sui Empire, but your methods are so cruel that I feel a little nervous. Millions of people! Why are you so cold-blooded? Alas..."

"Yuwen Chengdu, do you have any last words? Because you have made great achievements for me, the Sui Dynasty, I am willing to hear it. If it is not too much, I will agree."

"There is a request, you want to kill me, but I will not resist. As you said, for the sake of my many meritorious service, please give me three days of freedom. I want to solve some of the regrets I have left behind, go see my parents, and go back to the place where I learned art as a child to recall my master, and then go to see that she."

Yuwen Cheng said slowly, his plain face did not show any pleading, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"Well, I'm sure."

Yang Jian had returned to the dragon throne at this moment, half lying on it, and said weakly.

"Your Majesty, this is a bit inappropriate. If he knows that he will die and become so fierce, what should he do to harm the people of your country? Why not..."

The King of Gaochang State stood up again at this time. For some reason, he felt that Yuwen Cheng was very annoying and wanted to get rid of it immediately. They did not have any hatred. In fact, they had never seen each other, but he hated for no reason. It might be as he said that the demise of Silla and Baekje made him feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

"Stop, who dares not obey my will? Do you still need your professors if I want to do things? Do you think I, Yang Jian, can speak easily? I want to see my methods?"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Yang Jian's already frustrated and helpless words. He didn't want to kill Yuwen Chengdu at all, but under the pressure of the people and these small countries, he had to kill him. As an emperor, how could he not be angry when he had such things that could not be handled according to his own wishes?

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The faces of the kings of small countries changed immediately, and they were so scared that they burst into cold sweat on their foreheads. They hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily to admit their mistakes.

He looked at the people who were kneeling on the ground without any of the king's dignity or dignity. He smiled disdainfully, nodded slightly at Yang Jian, and turned around and left the Wude Hall.

He left the palace straight away, picked up the phoenix wings and flowing golden bob, ignored the fingers and points of the people around him, whispered, and walked towards the Yuwen Mansion. He was born as a human being. Although he did not have much affection with this family, he did owe his parents to his son as a child.

"Ah...you...you...you, why are you back?"

Ignoring the horror of the doorkeeper, he threw him aside, pushed open the gate of the vermilion, which belonged only to princes and nobles, and walked in.

"I'll come to see you."

When he walked into the inner courtyard, he came to Yu Wenji's room. The door was open. His mother was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, praying devoutly. Looking from her back, her shoulders twitched from time to time. She probably cried.

"Chengdu, I'm a poor child... I've been suffering. The emperor is stupid and the officials are unrighteous!"

When the woman heard Yuwen Chengdu's voice, her thin body suddenly became stunned. She turned around and was stunned. After a long time, she came back to her senses and ran over eagerly, holding Yuwen Chengdu and sobbing.

Mother's love is the heaviest thing, so heavy that Yuwen Chengdu's body could not be carried at all. The woman's crying screams made all living beings feel sad and sad.

"Mom, don't cry anymore, it will get better, everything will get better."

He stretched out his hand and gently patted the woman on the back and whispered.

"I'm dead, you must be the saddest person. Your crying made me feel a little guilty, but...ah!"

"Young Master...you..."

After three years of seeing her, the little loli maid had grown up, and she was graceful and elegant. At this moment, she was wearing a green dress and was holding food in her hands. She should have brought food to the woman. As soon as she saw Yuwen Cheng, she became petrified on the spot. After coming to her senses, she put the food on the table, covered her mouth with both hands, and tried not to cry.

But after all, she couldn't help it. She squatted in the corner of the wall, buried her head in her knees, trembling slightly, and sobbing in a low voice.

The woman might have been tired of crying, and even fell asleep with Yuwen Cheng in her arms. After putting her on the bed, she walked to the little loli Ruhua.

"Yao'er, stop crying, I'll get angry if I cry again."

In fact, her name is not Ruhua. Ruhua is just a joke that Yuwen Chengdu used to tease her. Her name is Yao'er, and her full name is Zhu Yao'er.

"Young Master, why do they say that you are a murderous demon and want to ask the emperor to kill you. Yao'er is so scared, so afraid that the emperor will kill you. Isn't this true? You are so powerful, how can the emperor kill you? Right?"

When Yao'er heard Yuwen Chengdu's voice, she no longer cared about it. She rushed over and hugged his neck tightly, and hot tears fell on his neck.

It's been a long time, but I don't remember how long it took. In short, it's a long time. It's a very terrifying feeling for him.

He held back his tears and stopped flowing out. He was like a big brother comforting the injured little sister, touching Yao'er's bright and silky long hair intimately. He wanted to say something, but he felt a sharp burning sensation in his throat, and he didn't make any sound after all.

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