Yang Ji rode his horse to the front of the mansion, only to see dozens of large ox carts parked at the door, loaded with various boxes and cages, and more than a hundred servants were moving items into the mansion. Looking at the scale, Yang Ji guessed that it was a reward given to him by Yang Jian.
"Master!" Seeing Yang Ji coming back, Gongsun Huan stepped forward and saluted: "This is what the saint sent. It is already the third time. The first time is famous calligraphy and painting, rare antiques, gold, silver and jade. Among them, there is a jasper screen that is five feet long and one foot high, which is priceless; the second one is gold and silver jewelry, and this one is silk and satin. There are fifty thousand pieces of Sichuan brocade and fine silk."
Yang Ji was extremely moved when he heard this. These things were nothing to Yang Jian, and Yang Ji was not lacking, but the deep love and praise from his elders could not be exchanged for anything.
At this time, a weakened old eunuch came forward and saluted: "King Wei, the sage asked me to bring you a message so that you can kill Hu in Liangzhou with confidence, since he is at home."
"I understand. Thank you for your hard work, Amber. Let's go in and have a cup of tea." This old eunuch's name is Yang An. He is not only the top official in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but also the person who took care of Yang Shuang and Yang Ji when they grew up. Yang Ji respects him very much. , treated as an elder. Moreover, Yang An also had a family of strong men, but he injured his lower body while fighting the Turks and became a eunuch.
"King Wei, you're welcome." Yang An smiled and cupped his hands and said, "I still have to return my life to the saint, so I won't go in."
"That's okay!" Yang Ji said with a smile, "I'll have someone deliver some milk wine and wine from the Western Regions to your house later. These are the spoils of war from Bujia Khan's account. You must feel particularly good drinking them."
"Old slave, thank you King Wei." Yang An was overjoyed when he heard this. After he became a senior official in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, there was an endless stream of people giving gifts to his son's family. The family had more gold, silver and jewelry than some nobles, so he never worried about money; I usually like to drink some wine and reminisce about the glorious years that have passed.
Yang Ji exchanged a few pleasantries and then walked into the mansion.
Gongsun Huan confessed a few words, then quickly caught up with him and said, "Master, I have already sent the gift to He Ruofu."
"What did you give?" Yang Ji pointed to the side hall of Xuanwu Hall and motioned to go inside to talk.
Gongsun Huan said: "There are thousands of coins and thousands of pieces of Shu brocade."
"This is definitely not the point." Yang Ji glanced at Yun Danfengqing and Gongsun Huan. How could this old demon be so full of bad intentions?
"A big bell!" As Yang Ji expected, Gongsun Huan smiled while stroking his beard, and said lightly: "I was afraid that He Ruobi wouldn't understand the meaning, so I deliberately wrote 'a last bite' on the gift list. He also specifically emphasized It’s for He Ruobi.”
"Awesome!" Yang Ji exclaimed.
He Ruobi blamed all the troubles on himself. As for how many crimes he had committed and how many evils he had committed, he completely ignored them. The hatred between the two has reached the point of irreconcilability, and the anger that was finally suppressed by the orders must have violently erupted because of this bell.
When they arrived at the side hall, Gongsun Huan said: "This matter has become a big deal, and the enmity can no longer be resolved. In my opinion, it is better to deal with He Ruobi as soon as possible, so as not to be remembered by him all day long. If he succeeds one time, ,The consequences could be disastrous."
Yang Jishen nodded in agreement. Since ancient times, you can only commit a thief for a thousand days. How can you guard against a thief for a thousand days? He Ruobi was doing various tricks in secret, so he had no time to wait on him. But as Gongsun Huan said, he was lucky enough to escape this time. Will he be so lucky next time? Even if there were, Yang Ji wouldn't dare to joke about his wealth and life.
He frowned and said: "Of course I want to end it once and for all, but the problem is that we are in a passive situation. If we kill He Ruobi, everyone will know that it was us. By then, even the saints will not be able to favor me."
"If the young master is assassinated again today, the situation will be different." Gongsun Huan said lightly: "He Ruobi was still thinking about assassinating the young master yesterday, and after today's trouble, if the young master is assassinated today, everyone will think that it was He Ruobi. Because, not to mention He Ruobi's way of life and his bad record, who believes that he is unjust? Even if there are doubts, will the prince give him a chance to come back to life? Therefore, if the young master is assassinated again today, He Ruobi will definitely die, and the young master will definitely die. It is enough to describe the assassination process afterwards."
"Give the prince a knife handle to deal with He Ruobi, right?" Yang Ji also laughed.
"That's right." Gongsun Huan nodded and said: "Although He Ruobi was deposed by the saint as a citizen, his achievements and qualifications are there. This reputation alone can win him a group of people, not to mention the officialdom. In China, ups and downs are normal. Maybe the next day, He Ruobi will be re-appointed by the saint, and once he comes back, he will be a powerful enemy of the prince. Now, He Ruobi is at his weakest, with a knife in his hand How could the prince miss the opportunity to eradicate the problem?"
"What about the assassin? He can't be one of ours, right?" Yang Ji stared at Gongsun Huan. Although he killed countless enemies, they were Turks and aliens that Yang Jian said were "round heads, square feet, and animals speak human language." If a man were to let his loyal family members die, Yang Ji thought he couldn't do it.
Moreover, the reason why those assassins were judged to be He Ruobi's men was because Yang Guang recognized several of He Ruobi's dead men. If he shouted to catch thieves, the dead "assassins" might not be recognized by others.
"Young master, you can rest assured, none of them are ours." Gongsun Huan said with a smile: "They are all desperadoes in the capital, and there are even a few who are soldiers abandoned by He Ruobi."
"That's good." Yang Ji sighed in his heart, how could a desperado be as trustworthy as a dead soldier? How could he commit suicide by taking poison at a critical moment? Presumably among them, the dead soldiers in the palace are still the main ones, and these dead soldiers have just never shown their faces.
Judging from this posture, all this should be my mother's idea, otherwise Gongsun Huan would not be able to make the decision, let alone be so fully prepared.
But there is no way, a dead soldier has that fate, otherwise he wouldn’t be called a dead soldier.
"The difficulty now is how the young master can leave the house tonight, and what good reasons there are." Gongsun Huan said again.
"It doesn't matter, just entertain Prince Teng outside." Yang Ji smiled bitterly in his heart. He thought he didn't have to go to the brothel, but he thought he would have to go in the end. It turned out to be what Yang Lun wanted, but the nature of it changed drastically.
"There is another private matter that I want to report to the Young Master." Gongsun Huan said with some difficulty.
Yang Ji asked curiously: "What's the matter?"
Gongsun Huan cupped his hands and said, "I see that Zhang Chuchen is extremely talented in swordsmanship, so I am going to accept her as my adopted daughter and teach her what I have learned throughout my life."
"That's a good thing! But how do you know that Zhang Chuchen has the best talent?" Yang Ji turned his eyes and looked at Gongsun Huan with some confusion: "Zhang Chuchen's talent is indeed very good, but like Liu Rumei, she has learned very complicated things. , and they don’t focus on anything they learn. When it comes to swordsmanship, both of them are far inferior to Murong Xianyue, who focuses on swordsmanship. Besides, the master has only seen Zhang Chuchen a few times in total for less than one day. How do I know that she is talented? I think Murong Xianyue is more suitable to be Master’s successor.”
"Well!" Gongsun Huan showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, but he quickly covered it up and said calmly: "I have lived for fifty-two years and have been learning swordsmanship for decades. How can I know how to read people?" What can be wrong?"
When Yang Ji saw Gongsun Huan's eyes twinkling, he knew there must be something strange. He couldn't help but take a closer look at him and found that his clothing style had changed drastically. The linen and green clothes he had worn for more than ten years were gone and replaced by a well-fitting one. He wears a scribe's silk shirt and his hair is meticulously combed.
After thinking for a while, Yang Ji's eyes suddenly widened and he said in surprise: "I understand, nominally the master values Zhang Chuchen's talent and wants to accept her as his successor, but in fact he wants to seduce her mother and have sex with her. /Her mother. She called you Aye in a daze, and you won’t even have to pay for the change in the future.”
"I didn't, you're talking nonsense." Gongsun Huan shook his head decisively.
"Tell me, when did you have an affair with Mrs. Zhang?" Yang Ji had already concluded that this guy had a crush on Mrs. Zhang, but having said that, in addition to her beautiful appearance, Mrs. Zhang also had the gentle temperament unique to Jiangnan women.
This kind of gentle young woman is the most loved by old men. As for Gongsun Huan, who had been a bachelor for decades, it was normal for him to want to find a woman to sharpen his sword.
"Young Master, be careful what you say." Gongsun Huan was afraid that he would continue to speak nonsense, so he complained: "Liniang and I are innocent."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, even Liniang was called, and she is still innocent. You are lying to me." Yang Ji chuckled and said, "But I can also understand that the master keeps the weapon in his body and waits for it to be used when the time comes. How many times will he wait for this? Ten years later, I still don’t know if Master’s sword is rusty or not.”
No man would give in on this issue. Gongsun Huan stared at him and said loudly: "I just went to Biyufang to try it a few days ago. How could it be rusty..." When he realized it, it was already too late. That’s it.
"Haha..." Yang Ji laughed heartily and joked: "It's better if it's not rusty."
"I'm too lazy to tell you." Gongsun Huan blushed and stood up, walked a few steps, and warned: "Liniang said that Zhang Chuchen is very stubborn, young master, please don't tell her. Otherwise this good thing will definitely not happen.”
"Absolutely." Yang Ji asked with a bright smile: "It seems that you are interested in being a concubine. The only obstacle now is Zhang Chuchen, right?"
"Yes!" Gongsun Huan sat down again like a deflated rubber ball, scratching his head in distress and said: "So first let her recognize me and think I am great. Other than this, I have no choice."
"Okay, okay, you can figure it out yourself." Yang Ji really couldn't help on this issue. After all, his wife came to her through the orders of his parents and the words of a matchmaker. If he hadn't had this relationship first, how could he have gotten hold of Xiao Ying so quickly?
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