"presumptuous!"
When Yang Yong, who was far away in the pavilion by the lake, saw this, he became furious.
This little bastard is getting more and more outrageous. He even dares to beat his own son?
Yang Yong knew that this boy was extremely favored by his father, the emperor and his mother. Only he and Crown Princess Yuan Zhen in the entire East Palace could teach Yang Ming a lesson, and the rest did not have the courage or qualifications.
So he stood up, pulled out a sword from the guard on the side, and walked towards Yang Ming menacingly.
For a moment, the music stopped and the dancing stopped. Everyone looked at this unexpected situation in stunned silence.
Yang Ming is also scared...
This uncle of his is a straight-tempered man. He has no authority and no scheming. He comes up with whatever he thinks and does everything he wants.
In the homes of ordinary people, this person would be a normal person, but in the royal family, he would be an idiot.
Such a person would really dare to take the knife after witnessing his son's head being shot.
Yang Ming quickly retreated and said repeatedly:
"My nephew is here to beat uncle on the orders of his grandparents. Uncle, please calm down first."
"Fart you!"
Yang Yong didn't really dare to use the knife, but kicked Yang Ming in the chest, and immediately kicked Yang Ming to the ground.
"How could your father let a junior come and beat me up? You're doing it wrong!"
This kick didn't hurt Yang Ming. After all, he was practicing martial arts at the age of eight, so he still had some foundation. Otherwise, he wouldn't have blown Yang Yan's head off with a stick.
"It is indeed the will of my grandparents. If you don't believe me, please send someone to ask."
Yang Yong felt guilty after hearing this. Is it true?
impossible? Why would my father let his second son come and beat me? I haven't committed any crime and I am the elder of the Qilin Puppy. How could my father, the emperor, and my mother have such a strange will?
But then I thought about it, Yang Ming didn't have the guts to pretend to convey the will?
It happened that at this time, Li Gang came back, and he clasped his hands towards Yang Yonglue and said:
"Your Highness will never lie. This move must be the intention of the Supreme and the Holy Queen. Although I don't know the reason, I still ask Your Highness to kneel down and accept the punishment."
Li Gang is a sensible person. He has already seen that the emperor and empress were unhappy with Yang Yong during this period, and Yang Ming was only eleven years old, so how could he falsely pass on the imperial edict.
The more critical this moment was, the more the prince had to restrain himself. He even had to find ways to please the Supreme Holy Queen and win back his parents' favor.
The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong, so he hurried back to prevent the situation from getting serious.
Yang Yong held the sword in his hand and frowned.
Although he doesn't want to see Li Gang, this old boy does have his own ideas, but he is usually too talkative and always restrains himself which is annoying.
After pondering for a long time, Yang Yong suddenly threw away his sword and asked someone to take the injured eldest son down to apply medicine and bandage. Then he came over with a smile, lifted Yang Ming up from the ground with his own hands, and helped him dust off his body.
"You kid, you should have told me earlier," Yang Yong's expression at this moment was exactly the doting an uncle should have for his nephew.
He is a fool, but he is not stupid.
He immediately thought that he must have committed something and his father, queen and mother knew about it, so he asked the unicorn puppy to warn him.
"When you go back and tell your parents, tell me that I have been punished."
Yang Ming was stunned and said quickly: "My nephew didn't hit me. If he responded like this, wouldn't he be deceiving the emperor?"
"You stupid kid," Yang Yong subconsciously wanted to slap Yang Ming, but ended up waving his arm in the air. After Li Gang's dry cough, he replaced it with a close touch.
"Don't be so honest. My father, emperor and mother don't know whether we were beaten or not. If I don't tell you, who knows?" Yang Yong winked.
Yang Ming shook his head: "Uncle, just cooperate. My nephew just goes through the process. You have to let me go back so that I can recover."
Yang Yong immediately said angrily:
"You kid, how can you beat me in front of so many people? I am the prince, and if you want to beat me, wouldn't you be disregarding the majesty of the royal family? Since it is a process, just mean it, don't be so stubborn. .”
Yang Ming still shook his head: "Uncle, if you feel embarrassed, then let's move to a place where no one is around. In short, I will definitely use this stick."
Yang Yong held his breath and looked at Li Gang, hoping he could give him an idea.
Unexpectedly, Li Gang said: "Holy orders cannot be violated. Your Highness should ask His Highness to return early and return to the throne, and then His Highness will personally go to the Second Saint to plead guilty."
Yang Yong raised his eyebrows and looked at Yang Ming: "Why do my father, the emperor, and my mother let you beat me? What crime do I have?"
Yang Ming pretended to be stupid and said: "I don't know."
"I don't know?" Yang Yong was a little confused. What things had he done during this period that would make the Second Saint unhappy?
It seems there isn't...
After thinking for a long time, Yang Yong took Yang Ming's little hand and entered a forest. After twists and turns, he came to a quiet and uninhabited bamboo forest.
"Okay, go ahead and swing it, you kid, please hold back your strength. I know you were practicing martial arts when you were eight years old."
"Okay, uncle, don't worry. How strong can my nephew be? All I practiced were fake moves."
As he spoke, Yang Ming raised the table legs with both hands and was about to swing them down.
Yang Yong squatted on the ground and suddenly felt something was wrong. This boy's master was very powerful. The apprentice he taught wasn't too bad, right?
So he hurriedly said:
"One hundred taels."
Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and decided to swing it down.
"Gold!" Yang Yong said again.
Yang Ming retracted the table legs very happily this time and nodded: "Uncle has been punished."
Yang Yong grinned, stood up and patted Yang Ming on the shoulder:
"If you are a wise boy, the gold will be delivered to your Yuehua Palace tonight. In the future, you will inform me of any news from my father, the emperor, and my empress. Don't worry, the benefits will be yours."
"It works!" Yang Ming showed a silly smile.
........
"Bastard thing!"
Yang Jian slapped the dragon case with his palm and said angrily:
"He actually wants you to be my mole? What a traitor."
Dugu Jialuo sneered from the side and said: "How can such a person be a prince if he doesn't even know what stupid things he has done?"
When he heard the word "Crown Prince", Yang Jian was obviously startled, and his mood instantly became calm and relaxed.
Although Yang Yong was very disappointed, Yang Jian had never thought of abolishing his son. After all, he was the eldest son. All the systems and etiquette of the Sui Dynasty were based on the Zhou rites, and the "eldest son inheritance" was clearly recorded in the Zhou rites. among.
To set up a direct descendant is to grow up, not to be virtuous; to set up a son to be noble, but not to grow up.
Regardless of ministers, merchants, scholars or common people, all behave according to this etiquette.
If he abandons his savings, it will not only be a matter of changing his heir, but also taking the lead in not following etiquette and law, which is no small matter.
Yang Jian calmed down, and after pondering for a while, he said in a deep voice:
"Hang the woman to death to prevent the news from spreading."
"Yes! As for that idiot from the Ministry of Rites, find him a cool place to stay." Dugu Jialuo nodded.
I'll rub it, so awesome? Yang Ming had to admit that this couple was definitely a pair of ruthless people made in heaven.
Yang Jian frowned and looked at his grandson, and said with a smile: "How could Qilin'er disobey me because of a small amount of property? Why didn't you knock it down?"
Yang Ming suddenly pretended to be frightened and hurriedly knelt down and said:
"As a junior, I dare not attack my uncle. Even if I know it is against my grandfather's will, I would rather be punished than insult my elders."
Young people should respect their elders, which is an unshakable iron law here in Yang Jian's house, and it is also the family rules and etiquette in the homes of secular people.
Sure enough, Yang Jian found this sentence very helpful. He stroked his beard and smiled and said:
"It's still my son Mingli."
Yang Ming secretly praised the risk, but he also knew that as long as he considered the problem from the perspective of the couple and found out their minds, it was not that difficult.
Just like why he dared to attack Yang Yan, it was because Yang Yan had no status with Yang Jian and his wife.
When I was six years old, my front teeth were knocked out because of Yang Yan's fault. This time I took revenge.
