Something happened when I came to the East Palace. If it weren't for asking for the supplies from the palace, I really wouldn't want to come to this place again.
Yang Ming was looking through the books on the bookshelf with all kinds of boredom. He had been locked up here for two hours.
As for where Xu Jing was taken, he didn't know.
The collection of books on the bookshelf covers a wide range of contents, including geographical records, historical biographies, poems and songs, Confucian classics, Buddhist translations, etc.
When Yang Jian succeeded to the throne, the Sui Dynasty inherited only 10,000 volumes of books from the Northern Zhou Dynasty. After destroying the Northern Qi Dynasty, it had a collection of 5,000 volumes. After destroying the Nanchen Dynasty, it had a collection of 15,000 volumes.
Later, Yang Jian ordered people to collect books from among the people, and exchanged each piece of brocade for a book. The secretary would copy the books. After copying, the books would be returned to their original owners.
With this method, the Secretary's collection of books quickly exceeded 50,000 volumes. Except for some Confucian classics, most of these books will not be circulated, especially the prophecy books, which are similar to prophecy and hexagrams. Locked up.
This secretary is not the other secretary, secret, secret, book, collection of books, which means secret books. The Secretariat is the National Library of the Sui Dynasty.
Yang Yong's study has a large collection of books, many of which were copied from the secretarial department.
However, judging from their newness, it is obvious that most of them have not been read.
Among them, Yang Ming found a copy of "The Geography of the Sui Dynasty" and roughly browsed it. This is a geographical map describing the states, counties and counties in the Sui Dynasty in detail. The population, customs, mountains and rivers are all marked.
The book is not too thick, and it is not visible at all when stuffed into your arms.
Just when Yang Ming was about to find a few more useful books to take with him, he heard noises coming from outside the study.
The sound of footsteps is so light that you can't even notice it if you don't listen carefully.
No... I'm in danger even in the East Palace?
Yang Ming was really scared. He was not afraid of facing Yang Yong because the other party would not do anything to him. But if someone else was playing dirty tricks, it would be a serious problem.
So he quietly came behind a row of bookshelves, hid in the shadows, and looked in the direction of the door.
The main door was quickly opened from the outside, and seven or eight men in black rushed in. Then someone inserted the bolt and blocked the door.
The people who came in, armed with short sticks, spread out one after another, looking for traces of Yang Ming in the study.
Yang Ming held his breath and remained motionless. Fortunately, they only used sticks instead of knives. It seemed that they did not want my life.
Fire and sunlight were the most taboo in the study, so when Yang Ming first came in, all six windows were hung with curtains, and he opened two of them at that time.
With the light coming from these two windows, Yang Ming quickly rushed towards a man in black who was facing away from him.
The study is so big and there is no way to hide, so Yang Ming plans to strike first.
He quickly stepped forward, raised his foot and kicked the opponent hard in the crotch.
The martial arts Shi Wansui taught him were battlefield killing techniques. He could do it as hard as he wanted. There was no such thing as being unable to hit the crotch and the back of the head.
But his kick kicked up the air.
The other side has no birds?
What kind of dead eunuch?
Just as the opponent quickly turned around, Yang Ming's punch had already come over.
You look down on people so much that you just sent a few eunuchs to get rid of me?
Yang Ming used all his strength in this punch. Although his body was not fully developed and his strength was still small, it was enough to beat the opponent to pieces.
Then he grabbed the blade with his backhand, grabbed the short stick, and then used his arm to hit the opponent's neck hard with the stick.
There was a muffled sound, and the opponent rolled his eyes and fell backwards.
At this time, others heard the sound and came over.
I saw Yang Ming with a sneer on his face, holding the short stick in his hand, advancing instead of retreating, and rushed towards these people.
Bang bang bang bang bang dong dong......
After a while, the study became peaceful.
Yang Ming unlatched the door, pushed open the door, and then sat on the threshold. In order to make himself look miserable, he deliberately stained a few pools of blood on the ground and smeared it on his face.
In the open space in the corridor outside the study room, there was no East Palace guard. It seemed that someone had sent everyone away in advance in order to trick him.
Who is the one? What bastard dares to trick me?
Yang Yong doesn't know how to do it, so only his little brats are left.
Yang Ke is the most suspicious.
When those dead eunuchs in the room wake up, they must ask clearly.
The attack just now was too heavy, the first one was on the neck and was already hanging, and the rest were knocked unconscious by him.
Not long after, there were footsteps outside the arch.
What surprised Yang Ming was that it was Yun Zhaoxun who came.
When Yun Zhaoxun saw Yang Ming's appearance, he screamed out in surprise, almost frightened out of his wits, and quickly ordered the maid behind him:
"Quick, quick, call the doctor over."
"No! Don't let anyone touch me. Let the uncle come and see. Is this how he treats his nephew?"
Yang Ming sneered. The blood on his face was almost dry, and his smile was quite scary.
Yun Zhaoxun was really frightened. When she got the news that someone had removed the guards outside the study, she felt something was wrong, so she hurried over to check, for fear that something would happen to Yang Ming.
After all, the last time my mother-in-law slapped me was still vivid in my mind.
"Where is your highness injured? Oh, where is the blood?"
Yun Zhaoxun kindly stepped forward to check Yang Ming's injury, but Yang Ming pushed his arm away: "Don't worry about it, let the prince come over. If he wants to beat me to death, just say so. There is no need to play tricks."
"Oh, oh, what are you talking about?" Yun Zhaoxun said in panic: "How can the prince bear to hurt you?"
Yun Zhaoxun actually didn't have any evil intentions, Yang Ming knew this, but he was so good-looking, had a soft voice, and was naturally good at acting coquettishly, so Yang Yong was fascinated by him.
She has already given birth to three sons, but her beauty has not diminished at all. Instead, she has a particularly alluring charm of a mature woman.
No wonder there are so many concubines in the East Palace, and Yang Yong only wants to support her to rise to power.
Yang Ming didn't bother to argue with her. He knew that Yang Yong was coming soon.
Yang Yong originally planned to lock Yang Ming in the study all night and starve him several times, but he was dumbfounded after hearing the report from Yun Zhaoxun's maid.
Knowing a son better than a father, Yang Yong immediately guessed that besides his sons, who else could do such a thing in his east palace?
"You two take people over there and drag away all those who did it. As for Yang Ming, find a few imperial doctors to look at him. If nothing happens, send him away quickly. If something happens, heal his injuries before letting him go."
"Here!" "Here!"
The two Qianniu who were ordered to do the work were the two people who held the staff in Qianqiu Hall in the morning and were preparing to execute Yang Ming.
One is the son of Yu Wenqing, the general manager of Liangzhou. He was the prince-in-law of the court and married Yuwen Jingli, Yang Ming's third aunt, Princess Yang Wenjin of Guangping.
The other is Tian Demao, the second son of Tian Rengong, who was ranked among the three princes at the beginning of the emperor's reign.
The background of these two people is tougher than that of layman Liu.
