In the Prince's Mansion, Yang Guang recited a poem on a whim.
"The river is still at dusk, and the spring flowers are in full bloom. The moon is gone by the waves, and the stars are brought by the tide."
"What a poem! Your Highness is indeed elegant and extraordinary in literary talent. He is truly a model for our generation!" Yuwen Chengdu praised loudly.
Yang Guang rolled his eyes at him. Originally, he thought that this martial artist could calm down and study hard, and even praised him with a few more words.
Who knew they were being opportunistic? This is the same sentence every time. This clean wisdom. But for him, this is not bad, at least it shows that the person who protects his safety is not a deep-minded person.
"Your Highness, big news!" Yu Wenhuaji said solemnly as he entered. Yang Guang's heart moved: "General Yuwen, please tell me."
"The emperor is sick with worry and is seriously ill. He has issued an edict to summon Minister Zuopu She Yang Su, Minister of War Liu Shu, and Huangmen Minister Yuan Yan to enter the Renshou Palace to attend to the illness. He also summoned the Crown Prince to come in and live in the Dabao Palace. Always obey orders." Yang Guang's eyes turned red and he almost shed tears.
When it came to this moment, he really had mixed feelings in his heart. Without his father, he wouldn't have everything he has now, but his father has stayed in that position for too long, too long.
The key point is that as the prince, there is still one person in this world who has the power of life and death for him. With one word and a will, everything about him can be abolished.
He is afraid! Sometimes when he wakes up from sleep, he is covered in cold sweat. Because he dreamed that his head was in a different place, and the people standing around him were the people he was most familiar with and trusted: Yuwen Chengdu, the Crown Princess, and General Yang. These people looked at him directly with indifferent eyes. .
When he calmed down, he thought about it carefully, shook his head and laughed. How is all this possible? And people say that dreams are reverses. Isn't this a revelation from God that these people will always be loyal ministers and righteous men by his side?
"General Yuwen, let's go. Let's see our father off for the last time together." Yu Wenhua was startled. Isn't the emperor not dead yet?
Then I thought of something and felt a chill in my heart.
"Yes!"...Song Mansion.
"Qiang!" Song Yuzhi was dressed in white and had a serious look on his face. He was practicing the Heavenly Sword technique that was known as undefeated in the world.
As the long legs move gently and deftly, the silk clothes are faintly hidden, like the black gauze wrapped around the holy jade statue, making the kitten stare intently, trying to peek at the flaws.
It is necessary to concentrate on the spirit without distinguishing between will and spirit. Only when the spirit is concentrated can you realize the intention. Only when the intention is followed can you speak the Dharma. Only when you have the Dharma and enter the realm of lawlessness can you understand how to use the sword.
God is the mind, mind is the body and mind. Every time a sword is struck, the whole body follows, and the mind and spirit are unified. His swordsmanship is sometimes like a dragon flying in the sky, sometimes like a snake burrowing deep into the ground, without any reputation or damage, and without being stagnant.
[This sword technique is white, round, light and flexible, and is indeed good. ] The little yellow cat nodded with satisfaction and admired in his heart.
"Qiang! Mr. Le, please teach me!" Song Yuzhi pointed the tip of his knife at the little yellow cat with a sincere expression. At this moment, the human and the sword are one, and the will of the sword is her will.
It has been three years, and no one knows how she got here in the past three years. Practicing swordsmanship and sparring day and night, every time I miss a move.
But she didn't slack off at all, but worked harder. She doesn't allow her knife to fail! She wanted to get back all the things she had lost with her own knife, and she wanted to tell her second uncle in a dignified manner that it was really Le Ye who took her to the workshop.
'This is a battle of dignity and honor! The little yellow cat frowned, raised its paws, and said seriously: "Meow!" [Come on, my little kitty is not an easy person either!
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"Whoa!" With one strike of the knife, Song Yuzhi rushed directly in front of the little yellow cat, with no thought in his eyes and nothing else except the knife.
This is the ultimate in the art of swordsmanship.
"Strengthen the world!" The girl swung her sword directly to the target's waist without any mercy. After three years of hard fighting, she knew she was not qualified to hold back.
This battle must be won!
"Bang!" The girl fell to the ground with tears streaming down her face. Damn it, every time it's just a little bit close, it's always a failure.
Miao Le directly stepped on the little shovel's head, giving the little head a lesson. How dare you, a mere human being, commit the following crime? How arrogant!
Tricky people!
"Ahem~" Song Zhi came in, his face full of helplessness. Besides fighting and spitting at each other, can't you do something serious?
He even suddenly understood why his eldest brother was bored in the Song family mountain city every day and never came out. As a well-behaved Confucian scholar, every day he spent with Le Ye felt like torture.
"Meow."
"Second uncle." Song Yuzhi's single ponytail was untied at some point, her hair was disheveled, and she stood neatly.
A few days ago, her father sent a letter asking her to listen to her second uncle's words, otherwise he would come in person to let her know what a father's love is like.
It was obvious that the girl didn't really want to experience it. Song Zhi pondered for a while and said: "Yang Jian is seriously ill. Now the palace has been sealed inside and outside. According to the calculations of the Song family's think tank, the former prince Yang Yong has no chance of winning. In the foreseeable future, Yang Guang's accession to the throne should be a certainty. And based on Yang Guang's performance over the years, he must be a wise king. If he doesn't live long and his old age is not unknown, he might still be remembered in history. So, Yuzhi, on behalf of the Song family, I would like to ask you now, what do you think of this Yang Guang? Is it interesting?" Song Yuzhi was startled. When Mo Ai was young, she sometimes thought about her future husband, but she forgot about it every time while playing.
Looking back now, I realize that time flies by so fast, and in a blink of an eye, I have reached the age of marriage.
But who is this Yang Guang?
"Second uncle, I don't even know this Yang Guang, nor have I met him. How do I know if I am interested in him?" Song Yuzhi asked curiously.
Song Zhi:? ? ? After staying in Daxing for six full years, you haven't even met the prince of Sui Dynasty. He hasn't spoken a word to him, and you haven't even heard of him?
Is there nothing else in your mind other than eating, drinking and having fun? But please, I'm old, please let me go!
"Master Le, what do you think of Yang Guang?" Song Zhi looked at the little yellow cat expectantly. As far as he knew, Le Ye was extremely fast and couldn't sit still. He should have traveled all over Daxing.
Moreover, it is an auspicious beast of heaven and earth. If it can be recognized by him, then Yang Guang must not be a thing in the pond.
The Song family can also give out more benefits. As one of the Four Great Lords, he actually doesn't care who becomes the emperor. What he hopes most is that the government will be stable, the people will live and work in peace and contentment, and there will still be money in their pockets.
In this way, with the Song family's power, manpower, and countless extraordinary skills, relying on the various commodities sold to earn profit differences, and continuing to collect talents, it will only become stronger and stronger.
As we all know, the accumulation of wealth and power does not become slower and slower, but becomes faster and faster after reaching a certain level.
The little yellow cat suddenly fell into deep thought, trying hard to find Yang Guang in his mind. After a long time, he raised his head and saw Song Zhi's hopeful eyes.
"Meow~" [I didn't pay attention, but his Crown Princess Xiao is quite nice, very big! Do you want me to take you to see something?
】Song Zhi:? ? ? Tired, destroy it! ...Renshou Palace. Yang Jian lay weakly on the bed, panting slightly. Three important ministers of the court and his two most beloved wives: Mrs. Xuanhua, Mrs. Chen, and Mrs. Ronghua, Mrs. Cai, were waiting on the side.
Looking at the roof quietly, feeling his own weakness, he was very reluctant to let go. In the decades since the founding of the Sui Dynasty, he has been so busy with his work that he rarely has any leisure time.
Nowadays, the national power of the Sui Dynasty is also prosperous and powerful, with 40 million people and one million soldiers. The grain stored in the granary can feed the people of the country for three years.
It is so powerful that no neighboring country can match it. Merge the Western Liang, destroy the Nanchen, level the Jiangnan, recover the Lingnan, unify the whole country, defeat the Turks, build the Great Wall, open canals, establish imperial examinations, set up granaries, and reform the currency.
How many heroes in ancient times can accomplish all the great things? His only regret now is that some things have not been completed in his lifetime.
But with the current national power of the Sui Dynasty and the grain stored in the major granaries, even if Yang Guang was a pig and did nothing, the Sui Dynasty would be as stable as Mount Tai and be passed down steadily.
What's more, the prince's character and ability are also good. In the future, the Great Sui Dynasty will definitely not die like the Qin Dynasty.
"You all go out and call the prince in. I have something to explain." Yang Jian ordered.
"Yes!" The three ministers and two ladies saluted respectfully and quickly withdrew. Even in the twilight years of the hero, his words and deeds are still God's will.
After going out, Mrs. Chen crossed her legs and prepared to go to the side room to wipe down and change clothes. Nowadays, I definitely don't have the conditions to take a bath anymore, but as a woman, I am still a woman who has experienced the things in the boudoir. There will often be secretion of dirt from the body, plus I sweat a lot when I am busy going out, it is very uncomfortable.
This made the pampered Mrs. Chen unbearable, so she simply asked the maid to get some water and wash herself, so that she could face the emperor in his later years in a better manner.
I hope she won't be buried alive. …
"Father!" Yang Guang knelt in front of Yang Jian's window with a sad expression and held his hands tightly. Yang Jian also blushed.
That year, when this son was born, he was still so young, but now he has to shoulder the great cause of the Yang family and the heavy burden of the country.
"Prince, I am old and will die. From now on, the Great Sui Dynasty will be in your hands. Now that the Great Sui Dynasty is becoming more and more prosperous, I am assured of your ability, but there are still a few things I want to entrust you with." Yang Jian He said while trying to cheer up.
"Father, you said that the children must obey the teachings." Yang Jian smiled and said happily: "The first thing is that our land in the Sui Dynasty is really huge. It is thousands of miles away from south to north. It is difficult to communicate and mobilize troops. It is quite inconvenient, so I have been digging the canal for more than 20 years, just to connect the north and the south. In the future, when you become emperor, you will need to continue digging. When the canal is connected, it will be the foundation of our Sui Dynasty for eternity. But you have to Pay attention to three points: first, plan it slowly and do not abuse people's power; second, fight corruption and eliminate evil to prevent officials from digging up a disaster for their own selfish purposes; third: the canal needs to be dredged and bermed every year, otherwise flooding will occur on both sides of the canal. , that is another major crime and disaster." Yang Guang nodded heavily: "The child must obey." Yang Jian nodded slightly: "The second thing should be the granary and the imperial examination. Nowadays, the family is so powerful that even my Yang family's foundation depends on it. The support of the family members. But this country is always the Yang family's country. Although the power of the Sui Dynasty is getting stronger and stronger, these aristocratic families are like the blood-sucking insects. They are also growing stronger. If this continues, it will become a serious problem. If one day a certain generation of emperors If you don’t know people well and choose a foolish emperor, then the incident of Yang replacing the Northern Zhou Dynasty may happen again. Ensuring the fairness and justice of the imperial examination and selecting the world’s capable people with lofty ideals are the important points to curb the expansion of the clan. Granary warehouses in various places It can also ensure that in times of great disaster, those big clans will not be able to annex land and expand their power. Fighting corruption, promoting integrity, imperial examinations, granaries, and canals are the foundation of a country, so remember them."
"yes!"
"Cough cough cough~" After saying so many words, Yang Jian felt very tired. But he knew that if he didn't finish the explanation, he would not be able to rest in peace until he died.
"Prince, I know you are very smart. Smart people are arrogant. After you ascend the throne in the future, you will definitely feel the constraints of the clans and clans. But these forces have already been deeply rooted in our Sui Dynasty. You can deal with them, but don't worry. , you must figure it out slowly. As long as this person is in a hurry, he will make mistakes! Do you understand? Cough cough cough~" After speaking, Yang Jian spit out another mouthful of blood.
Yang Guang quickly took out the brocade handkerchief and wiped it with tears in his eyes: "Father, I understand, stop talking and have a good rest. You are a wise king, God will take care of you, and you will definitely get better."
"Ah~" After explaining all this, Yang Jian breathed a long sigh of relief and looked out the window with faint eyes. The sun is shining brightly and the breeze is gentle.
Such a country is really nostalgic! After his father closed his eyes and fell asleep, Yang Guang quietly went out, ordered the doctor to take care of him, and walked back with a heavy expression.
He had been looking forward to this day, but when it came, he realized that the burden of this country was too heavy.
Even the big and small things in the Sui Dynasty and the fighting among many clans were a bit difficult for him to adapt to. Are you ready to be the king of a country?
When passing by a side room, Yang Guang glanced at it unintentionally and immediately stopped in his tracks. What did he see? There is a woman in the inner room, with a smooth jade back as white as jade, round and graceful, and her slender hands are slowly wiping the snow-white brocade handkerchief in the mountains and forests. Every move she makes shows her wonderful figure.
"Gudu~" After having been abstinent for nearly a month in the palace, Yang Guang suddenly felt awe when he saw this scene.
Almost without hesitation, he opened the door and entered. He is the crown prince, and in the near future, he will be the lord of the world. The person who leads the land is just a royal minister, a woman. If he needs it, this person will naturally give it to her!
"Ah, who is it?" Mrs. Chen turned around when she heard the sound, and her face suddenly turned red.
"Prince, why are you here?" After all, she is the prince's mother. At this moment, she is facing each other calmly, and her husband is not far away. This scene is really embarrassing, but for some reason, there is a strange feeling in her heart. .
However, Yang Guang stepped forward without hesitation, holding a pen in his bare hand, which was insulting to the gentleness... After a moment, his expression completely calmed down, without sadness or joy, and he even pinched the white and tender neck of Mrs. Chen in front of him and hesitated.
To kill or not to kill? Mrs. Chen pitied Chu Chu and cried. She raised her head and saw a pretty face with pear blossoms and rain in Yang Guang's eyes.
It is a pity that such a beautiful woman died like this.
"I will ascend the throne in the near future. Promise me not to tell this matter. I will treat you well in the future!" Yang Guang gradually let go and said in a deep voice.
Mrs. Chen nodded quickly. Growing up, she never knew that death was so close. Only then did Yang Guang feel relieved and said coldly: "Wipe it off yourself!" Then he turned around and left.
If this woman can stand out in the harem, she must be a smart person. If she tells her father, there will be no benefit at all, and she may be killed and silenced.
He still has this bit of confidence. Not a big problem. …
