In the courtyard, Yang Shu made tea repeatedly. The dead leaves on the trees fell from time to time, and the night enveloped him.
In the distance, shouts seemed to be heard.
"It's gone!"
“Dingwang’s Mansion is in trouble!!!”
People threw on their clothes and rushed over, but everyone was stopped by the guards.
"Fight the fire!!!" the crowd shouted, pushing the guards.
The guard's eyes did not change, he grabbed the spear and remained motionless.
"This is the Marshal's last wish."
In a word, the scene felt like a pause button was pressed. Everyone looked at the fire and cried.
"Marshal Yang!"
"marshal!!!"
The screams gathered together and broke through the sky.
"Good go!"
“Way to go!!!”
There is no protective god in the Yan Kingdom. When the fire light dims, everyone's hearts are filled with sadness.
King Xi looked at the collapsed King Ding's palace in the distance, his eyebrows completely relaxed. Without the Yang family, no one in Jian'an could pose a threat to him.
"Your Highness, King Ding's palace was burned down by fire, and Yang Shu and Liu Yun are missing." The secret guard looked at Guo Qi and reported.
"Before Yang Pifu died, he didn't forget to arrange a place for Yang Shu. He really loved this good-for-nothing grandson." Guo Qi took a sip of wine and said, "Don't worry about it, there will be people looking for him."
"Go all out to prepare for tomorrow's banquet."
"His Royal Highness, it's not because he's suffering from the cold that he can't come here. You can bring in more people tomorrow and be sure to give him a good time."
"Brother Seventeen is young, so let Nanny Li put in more effort so that he will suffer less."
Guo Qi spoke slowly and calmly, as if he was talking about the weather.
"King Xi, keep an eye out."
After explaining the matter, Guo Qi waved his hand to signal the secret guards to retreat.
After drinking one glass after another, Guo Qi's face quickly turned red. He lowered his head and smiled, his dark eyes making it difficult to see his emotions.
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Yang Shu scattered the fish food into the small pond and watched them huddle together and fight for it.
"Your Majesty." Pai Gow handed the paint tube to Yang Shu.
Yang Shu clapped his hands and took out the note from the paint tube. After reading it, he became more and more leisurely, "Our Lord Qu has arrived."
"Prince Xi must feel that he is sure of victory at this moment."
"Now, we have to make him happy first."
"It hurts to pull him down from a high position like this."
After scattering the remaining fish food, Yang Shu picked up the carving knife. At this moment, the more he needs to be calm.
Guo Qi's banquet was very big, and invitations were sent to every family, but none of the important officials arrived.
The princes who were sent to Jian'an basically had no chance of becoming emperor, so they did not need to give Guo Qi face.
After feeling disappointed for a moment, Guo Qiyang smiled and raised his glass to everyone with a very easy-going attitude.
After three rounds of drinking, the eleventh prince held his stomach in his hands, his face instantly turned purple, and he fell down on the table without moving.
Everyone was shocked, their hands loosened, and the cup shattered on the ground. They looked at the second prince fiercely.
"Eleventh brother is too drunk. Please help him down." Guo Qi said quietly to the people waiting at the banquet.
"The second prince." An official bravely spoke out, "The symptoms of the eleventh prince are not like being drunk."
"Really?" Guo Qi turned the wine glass and raised the corner of his mouth. The next moment, the sound of a sword being unsheathed was heard. The official who spoke was pinned down on the table. With one blow, blood spattered three meters.
"Ah!" The screams came one after another, regardless of the image, everyone rolled back and crawled back, their eyes full of fear.
"Sit down, I want to get along well with you all." Guo Qi's voice was emotionless and he had a smile on his face.
In the East Palace, dozens of secret guards rushed to the prince. Without any mercy, they chopped off the child's head.
In Prince Xi's Mansion, the housekeeper reported to Prince Xi the situation at Guo Qi's side.
"With the help of the prince, the second prince's men successfully entered the East Palace."
"Of the princes under the Emperor's knees, there are only two princes left."
King Xi leaned back, completely relaxed, and tapped his fingers comfortably on the chair.
"Prepare the car. I will go to the palace in person to tell my brother the bad news."
Xu Lang rushed out of the room and looked at the frightened people in the hall. His chest heaved violently.
"Why, why are you going this way!" Xu Lang glared at Guo Qi, veins popped out on his head, and yelled at him.
"I've told you, if you do this, you will definitely be doomed!"
"Why do you insist on having your own way!"
"He is a murderous person, and all he has to do is make a knife for others."
"You can't win!"
"Presumptuous!" The arrow came out of the string, how could Guo Qi tolerate the disobedience of others.
After a few steps, Guo Qi stabbed Xu Lang's heart with his sword, his eyes stern, "I have tolerated you for a long time!"
"I will have the last laugh!"
"Sir, I will dig out your eyes and let you see how I became a great treasure!"
Xu Lang stared at him, laughing maniacally, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, "You can't win. The one who laughs in the end will only be King Xi."
"Such a wicked person can actually get the country, and the Yan Dynasty will perish!"
Xu Lang roared loudly, grabbed Guo Qi's sword, and stabbed it in inch by inch. He stared at Guo Qi, his eyes full of ridicule and contempt.
Guo Qi kicked Xu Lang out, his hands shaking with anger.
Who is he, he should be ridiculed!
"Someone, drag him out and feed him to the dogs!"
Everyone in the hall was once again frightened by Guo Qi's cold blood. They crowded together and did not dare to make any more noise. Guo Qi was obviously furious.
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"Brother Imperial, how have you slept recently?" King Xi said with a gentle smile on his face.
The emperor frowned slightly. He was close to King Xi, but he was not allowed to enter Qianqing Palace at will.
"The night before, there was a fire in King Ding's Mansion, and Marshal Yang and King Ding's Mansion were burned to ashes." King Xi spoke slowly.
"Brother Imperial, no one will disrespect you from now on."
"You rely on Marshal Yang on the surface, but you always hate him in your heart. That old man relies on his military exploits to put pressure on you, so that you can only live in his shadow for the rest of your life."
"It's fine now. He's dead as you wished."
"Brother Emperor, why don't you smile? You should be happy for such a happy event."
The emperor's ears were ringing and his eyes could not focus, "How come no one came to report this matter?"
"Brother Huang is in good health, how could I let them disturb you."
The emperor's eyes were fixed on King Xi, his eyes widened, "You?!"
King Xi smiled, "Brother, I have been riding for you for so many years, but I still have to plan for myself."
"A cold-blooded person like you won't give me a way out."
"By the way, the second prince held a banquet today, and the scene... was very bloody."
"The eleventh prince's face turned purple in just a moment, and the prince's condition was even worse. I heard that his head was cut off."
King Xi spoke very slowly, for fear that the emperor might not hear clearly.
"Brother Emperor, your good son has given you medicine, so there will be no more crying babies in the palace." King Xi sighed.
"The only son you have is Guo Qi."
"Brother, you can't keep such a cruel person," King Xi advised, as if he was thinking about the emperor.
The emperor stared at King Xi, his throat was sweet and his breath was like a broken bellows.
"Rebellious minister!"
