Imperial Palace, Wuying Hall.
As soon as Lao Zhu's words came out, Lan Yu suddenly felt a little cold.
His heart dropped.
"We are ready to make you the Duke of our country. If you resign at this time, it will be a slap in our face."
"Your Majesty, forgive me!"
Lan Yu's head was lowered.
"Father, Lan Yu may not be thinking well, so let him go back first. When he figures it out, he will naturally not resign." At this time, Zhu Biao spoke.
Because if he doesn't speak again, Lao Zhu may really punish Lan Yu.
"Why are you still kneeling here?"
"Get out of here!"
"Let us hear you say that you want to resign again, let's see how we deal with you." Looking at Lan Yu kneeling in front of him, Lao Zhu couldn't help but kick him.
"I resign!"
After Lan Yu left, Lao Zhu looked at Zhu Biao and said, "Biao'er, tell me, did Lan Yu want to say these words by himself, or did someone teach him?"
There was no emotion or anger in Lao Zhu's words, but Zhu Biao understood that Lao Zhu was very angry at this moment.
"Father, I think it's Lan Yu who realized his mistake!" Zhu Biao thought for a moment and said.
In fact, he already guessed the truth in his heart, but he didn't want to tell it.
Lao Zhu didn't speak, but looked at Zhu Biao meaningfully.
…
Earl's Palace.
Returning to a familiar home, the fatigue caused by this battle dissipated instantly.
He walked towards the backyard, calling: "Anqing, Anqing!"
"I'm back!"
The next moment, a familiar figure rushed out from the archway in the backyard.
Yang Xuan smiled and opened his arms.
Hold the future person in your arms.
Feeling the familiar softness in his arms, Yang Xuan asked with a smile: "Did you miss me?"
"Think!" An Qing replied softly.
"How much do you think?" Yang Xuan asked with a smirk.
"Oh, there are people outside!" An Qing snorted.
Seeing this, Yang Xuan laughed.
An Qing shyly broke away from Yang Xuan's arms, raised his eyes, and looked at Yang Xuan seriously.
Then he asked distressedly: "Are you tired?"
"Not tired!" Yang Xuan grinned.
"This battle is led by General Lan and is very easy."
"You should believe in his strength."
"Senior brother, senior brother."
At this time, a clear and childish voice sounded at Yang Xuan's feet.
Only then did he realize that there was someone hanging on his lap.
"Little junior sister, why are you here?" he asked with a smile.
This person is none other than his junior sister, Xu Miaojin.
"I know that you are coming back today, senior brother, so I am waiting for you with the princess!" The little girl raised her head and answered abruptly, as if she was about to praise me.
"That's really hard work, little junior sister!" Yang Xuan smiled and rubbed the other person's head.
"Hehe, it's not hard work!"
"Senior brother, when you didn't come back, Her Royal Highness the Princess was chatting with me!" Xu Miaojin said.
"It seems that the princess likes you very much!" Yang Xuan joked with a smile.
"That's right." Xu Miaojin couldn't understand what Yang Xuan meant, but instead looked arrogant.
After chatting like this for a while, the three of them entered the backyard.
Yang Xuan also took advantage of the situation and asked his junior sister to stay and have a meal together.
And asked the housekeeper to go to Wei Guogong's mansion to talk to Xu Yungong.
At dusk, Xu Miaojin went back reluctantly.
In her little heart, her senior brother is the best person to her after her father.
…
Night, in the bedroom.
An Qing looked at the healed scars on Yang Xuan's body and shed tears of distress.
"Why did you promise me when you left? Didn't you say you would be fine? Why did you get so many injuries?"
An Qing beat Yang Xuan's chest and complained.
"I'm fine, isn't it?"
"Besides, these scars will disappear soon." Yang Xuan comforted with a smile.
He deliberately concealed his injury, but he also knew that it could not be hidden.
Not to mention how many people knew that he was injured, Lan Yu, who kept his mouth shut, might have let the news slip at some point.
And he just came back, so the two of them are not allowed to be intimate?
He has been away for several months this time, and his longing must be vented.
If he refuses, An Qing will definitely notice something.
Therefore, it is better not to hide it.
So, that night, An Qing, who felt sorry for Yang Xuan, served him so comfortably that she felt so happy.
…
The next day, Yang Xuan got up and packed up, then went to the East Palace.
"Your Majesty, Yang Xuan, meets His Highness the Crown Prince!"
Unexpectedly, Zhu Biao did not let Yang Xuan get up immediately.
Instead, he dismissed the waiter and then went back to what he was doing.
Yang Xuan's eyes rolled around, something was wrong with the situation today!
He was guessing in his mind!
After a long time, Zhu Biao got up and walked to Yang Xuan.
He slowly spoke: "Yang Xuan, was it you who taught Lan Yu to resign yesterday?"
Hearing this, Yang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Your Highness Ming Jian!"
"I really can't hide this little thought from His Highness!" Yang Xuan said with a smile.
"Humph, you still have the nerve to smile. Do you know that my father is very angry about this?" Zhu Biao said angrily.
"That's for sure." Yang Xuan nodded.
"Then you still instigated Lan Yu to resign?" Zhu Biao said.
"Isn't this just to save his life?"
"He made such a mistake, and he certainly cannot expose it lightly."
"Always give something."
"Of course, with His Highness here, Lan Yu will be fine."
"Do you have so much confidence in me?" Zhu Biao asked.
This is not nonsense. Everyone in the civil and military dynasties knows that the emperor is the biggest princeling... Yang Xuan said in his heart.
Nothing was revealed on his face, but his eyes were full of confidence when he looked at Zhu Biao.
"Now tell me, what should we do about Lan Yu?"
"In a few days, my father will reward the meritorious personnel of this battle at the court meeting."
"If Lan Yu resigns at this time, I am afraid it will have a great impact on the court."
"Since you are the one who caused the matter, then you can solve it." Zhu Biao said, looking tired.
"Your Highness, how about... let's make a compromise?" Yang Xuan thought for a while and asked tentatively.
"What kind of compromise?" Zhu Biao asked curiously.
"Keep Lan Yu's title and salary, take a casual position, and no longer lead troops in the future."
"What do you think, Your Highness?" Yang Xuan replied.
"Can Lan Yu agree?" Zhu Biao asked.
"If His Highness tells Lan Yu personally, he will definitely agree."
"What if you don't agree?" Zhu Biao asked again.
"Try it first, you won't lose anything by trying it!" Yang Xuan said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll talk to him personally."
When this topic was over, Zhu Biao turned to another one.
"Yang Xuan, I really want to know, what is your purpose of protecting Lan Yu?"
"Just because you two are considered brothers?"
"Why don't I believe it?"
"Your Highness, the friendship between the two of us is just one."
"More importantly, Ming Dynasty needs a blue jade who can win the battle."
"Your Highness also needs a blue jade."
"Now that the veterans are withering, only Lan Yu can take the lead in the young and strong faction."
Yang Xuan put away his smile and answered seriously.
"What about you? You are a close disciple of King Zhongshan!"
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