The person who spoke out was actually the contemporary Duke Weiyuan of Weiyuan Palace, Bai Yanhui.
"These two people actually got involved."
"Bai Yanhui is so unkind! Could it be that the lesson Yang Gang gave them before was not enough?"
Under the gaze of everyone, Bai Yanhui slowly stepped out of the queue.
He took a step forward, bowed and said: "Your Majesty. There is a conflict between etiquette and law in this matter. Since it is difficult to decide, it is better to argue with reason. I suggest that this matter be handed over to Jing Zhaoyin, Dali Temple and the Ministry of Rites. The three parties will conduct a joint trial to clarify right and wrong with reason, giving justice to the Yang family and justice to the people of the world!"
"As for Lan Caiyi... with the eyes of everyone in the world watching, she will not suffer any grievances. Why not let her go back to the Yang Mansion first and follow the Zhou Dynasty's husband and wife etiquette."
As soon as this statement came out.
The people present were immediately shocked.
He looked at Bai Yanhui in surprise.
It seems... he is really cruel and must take back the humiliation on Qingyun Ferry that day from Yang Gang one by one.
But using such a cruel method, taking advantage of Yang Gang's absence in the Holy Capital to bully a woman and child suffering from a mad disease...
Bai Yanhui, does Mr. Weiyuan know what you are doing?
"Where is old Mr. Weiyuan?"
"I heard that after the last Qingyun Crossing, I have been bedridden, fearing that I don't have much time left!"
"It's a pity that none of the immortals in Qingyun Pavilion came to court, so they were manipulated like this by these two people!"
"Will His Majesty the Holy Lord agree?"
"I'll wait. Let's wait and see what happens."
The courtiers were talking a lot.
Unfortunately, the matter had nothing to do with them. Yang Tianyou and Bai Yanhui advanced and retreated, cooperating with each other.
Even if they couldn't stand it anymore, they had no reason to interfere.
for a long time.
Finally a voice came from above.
"allow."
Wow~~~
The officials were in an uproar.
But the next moment.
The voice representing the Holy King said again:
"The Holy Lord said: Lan Caiyi doesn't get along with the women in the Yang Mansion, and it may be inconvenient to take her back to the Yang Mansion. For the time being, she will be under the care of the Ministry of Rites. When Yang Gang returns to Beijing, there will be three rites debates and let the world know."
"Thank you, Holy Lord!"
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty!"
Yang Tianyou and Bai Yanhui saluted one after another.
The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
In today's game, although their goal was not completely achieved, the basic goal was achieved.
"Respect the Holy Lord's decree."
The ministers reluctantly agreed.
Some people with radical ideas stared at the two of them angrily.
——
After a while.
The news spread throughout the Holy Capital, and the whole city was shocked.
In the White Mansion.
When Old Duke Weiyuan heard this, he vomited three liters of blood and looked miserable.
"I am unworthy of my descendants, I am unworthy of my descendants... I am ashamed of my ancestors!"
The backyard of the White Mansion.
In the boudoir, Bai Suqing suddenly broke away from Bai Huaxian's arms and ran quickly to the Hongchen Carved Fish Shop.
In the Yang Mansion.
Everyone was overjoyed and celebrated, as if a great revenge had been avenged.
Yang Chan was the only one biting her lip, looking at them celebrating and feeling so strange and disgusting.
suddenly.
She seemed to remember something, and quietly left from the back door, heading straight to the Hongchen Diao Fish Shop.
And at this time.
The people from the Ministry of Rites, Dali Temple, and Jingzhao Yin also headed towards the intersection of Changting Street and Changting Street under the leadership of Yang Tianyou.
Today's Shengjing is destined to cause a huge storm.
A terrifying sword light flashed across the sky.
Yang Gang's eyes were bloodshot, and he flew towards Shengjing as if he was crazy.
this moment.
He only regretted that he did not have a pair of wings to fly directly to Shengjing and return to his mother.
"If I had Brother Monkey's somersault cloud, and the golden light of Zongdi... No matter what happens, if I have a fairyland mount, I can rush back to the Holy Capital within today!"
"Quick! Faster!"
"Quick!"
Yang Gang flew hard, and the Gang Qi spurted out as if it was free of money.
However, at his current speed, I feel that Shengjing may need the next day.
By then...it was too late.
suddenly.
A breeze seemed to surge between heaven and earth.
He pushed Yang Gang gently from behind.
He felt his body become lighter and his speed suddenly increased several times.
"My child, limited by the rules of heaven... I can only help you this way." The voice of Qingyun Pavilion Celestial Master Fang Jibo rang in Yang Gang's ears.
"We must rush back to the Holy Capital before noon!"
The sound was ethereal and gradually dissipated.
"Noon...Thank you, Uncle Feng!"
Yang Gang's eyes were filled with joy, and then he became extremely serious.
He thought silently in his heart: "Aunt Hanxiang, you must hold me back!"
——
Hongchen Diaoyu shop.
Hanxiang sat in the main hall, her expression as calm as ever.
Yang Chan stood by the side, his face full of anxiety.
What Yang Mansion has done has completely overturned the impression in the girl's mind.
Even if he was slightly dissatisfied with Yang Gang's previous killings, his sympathy for Yang's mother now exceeded everything else.
"Master, what should we do? The people from the Third Division are coming, and they will definitely be harmful to Aunt Lan! Otherwise... why don't you take Aunt Lan and leave first?"
"I'm dragging them here!"
Yang Chan pulled Han Xiang's sleeves anxiously.
"No hurries."
Hanxiang looked calmly outside the store, her goddess-like aloof temperament becoming more and more intense recently.
The world is like dust.
This world of flies and dogs is becoming more and more filthy in her eyes.
"But..." Yang Chan looked worried.
"Cicada, this is Shengjing."
Hanxiang sat peacefully like a mountain and said quietly: "This matter has attracted the attention of everyone in the world. Where do you think we can go with Caiyi?"
"Holy Lord..."
Hanxiang looked at the sky, the moonlight in her eyes was extremely deep.
There was a subtle snort in his mouth.
Time passes little by little.
finally.
There was a commotion in front of the store.
The three parties from the Ministry of Rites, Marble, Jing Zhaoyin and Yang Tianyou... have arrived.
A crowd of people filed in.
At first glance, I saw Han Xiang sitting upright, with a temperament like a goddess.
"I have seen the Dou Bu Divine General and the Fuyue Sword Immortal."
Everyone saluted.
"Why are you all here?" Han Xiang calmly sat in front of him like a master.
An arrogant aura emerged spontaneously, and everyone felt as if the moonlight was blowing in their faces, blocking everyone's way.
"Fairy Fairy, we have been ordered by the Holy Lord to ask Yang Gang's mother, Lan Caiyi, to move to the Ministry of Rites. When Yang Gang returns to Beijing, we will discuss this matter of 'father and son fighting for mother'." The speaker was Gao Chunyu, the Minister of Rites.
"oh."
Hanxiang nodded lightly, noncommittal.
But he had no intention of giving up his position. If everyone wanted to go to the backyard, other than climbing over the wall, they could only jump over her.
At this time.
Yang Tianyou stood up.
"This matter has nothing to do with fairies. Please keep in mind your and Yang Chan's master-disciple status and don't embarrass us."
He glanced at Yang Chan beside Han Xiang and said in a deep voice: "Chan'er, don't come here yet."
"Dad...I don't."
Yang Chan glanced at his familiar yet unfamiliar father, suddenly gritted his teeth and stood firmly beside Han Xiang.
Today she stands here.
It has nothing to do with the right or wrong between Yang Mansion and Yang Gang, I just don't want poor Aunt Lan to be wronged again.
After entering the Ministry of Etiquette, who knows how Lan Caiyi, who cannot take care of himself, will be treated.
"you--"
A look of anger flashed across Yang Tianyou's face.
Then he looked at Han Xiang, who was in a calm mood, and said in a deep voice: "Fairy Han Xiang, this is a family matter of my Yang family. Please don't get involved. Now, please get out of the way..."
There was a hint of warning in the voice.
"oh."
Han Xiang still looked calm and calm, and suddenly slapped a piece of land deed on the table.
"Is this enough?"
Yang Tianyou's eyes fell on the land deed, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
That was actually the title deed of Hongchen Diaoyu Shop!
Doesn't this store belong to Yang Gang? How did this land deed end up in Han Xiang's hands?
"Did you just... last night?" Yang Tianyou said suddenly.
"Hmph~~"
Han Xiang let out a soft snort from her nostrils.
She was as smart as ice and snow, and with Yang Gang's solemn instructions before leaving, how could she not take precautions in advance?
After Yang Tianyou arrived yesterday, she had already used Doubu's connections overnight to replace the store under Yang Gang's name with her own.
now.
Anyone who wants to live here needs her permission.
Han Xiang put down the words directly and said: "You can take Cai Yi if you want. When Yang Gang comes back, he will meet you. At that time, you can ask him about the knife in his hand and see if you agree."
A cold voice, icy cold.
"you……"
Yang Tianyou's face suddenly sank.
Behind him, the Ministry of Rites, Dali Temple, and Jing Zhaoyin looked at each other in shock.
I didn’t expect that Fairy Hanxiang, an outsider, could be so difficult to deal with!
Any conflict with her would be tantamount to a conflict with His Majesty the Holy Sovereign's newly established fighting department. The eight divisions in heaven and the four divisions in the human world are at different levels. Even if they have ten courages, they would not dare to take action directly!
And if we wait for Yang Gang to come back...
Everyone present had seen his murderous nature.
Who dares to face this natural sword demon? The combined total of all the people present was not enough for him to chop alone.
Yang Gang's intimidating power in their hearts was much greater than that of Han Xiang.
"Uncle Zhongyong, what should we do now?" the Minister of Rites whispered.
Picking up Lan Caiyi was the sage's command. They don't dare to confront Dou Bu, and they don't have the strength now.
For a moment, he was in a dilemma.
"It seems that we can only wait for the response from the Holy Lord." The Minister of Rites sighed.
And this time.
Yang Tianyou winked at Bai Yanhui behind him.
At the same time, he shouted to Hanxiang: "General Fuyue, you are a member of the Doubu, and you dare to openly disobey the Holy Lord's will. Could it be that you want to rebel against the Great Zhou Dynasty and associate with the heretics in the Immortal Mountain?"
"After today, Han Xiang will go to the fighting department to resign and plead guilty to the Holy Lord. No need to worry about the loyalty and bravery." Han Xiang looked calm and stood like this, surrounded by the moonlight, with a goddess-like noble temperament, making him No one dares to commit a minor offence.
Yang Tianyou's eyebrows twitched. The words "Uncle Zhongyong" spoken by Han Xiang sounded so harsh to him.
The scene was deadlocked again. Han Xiang is willing to make such a sacrifice for Yang Gang and Lan Caiyi?
Time passes bit by bit.
The golden crow in the east gradually rises, as if it is about to climb over the head.
And the instructions from the Holy Lord that everyone was waiting for have not yet appeared.
It seemed that even he didn't want to get involved in this worldly mess.
"Receive the order from Lord Fire Virtue."
Suddenly there was a loud shout.
Yang Tianyou suddenly looked happy.
A group of people suddenly came from a distance.
They were dressed in long robes of fire clouds, their auras were blazing, and streams of fire energy arose spontaneously.
The leader had tiger stripes on his forehead, like a cloud of fire.
He stood in front of Hanxiang.
He said in a cold voice: "The Lord Huode has an order, and Doubu Hanxiang is interfering in the disputes in the world, which is against the purpose of our eight divisions. Now that Lord Doumu is not in the Holy Capital, the Lord Huode will issue the decree on his behalf, ordering Hanxiang to return quickly. Doube, there is no delay.”
"Tail Fire God General, Zhu Zhao."
Han Xiang's face darkened slightly.
He said coldly: "When did the Fire Department reach out to my Dou Department?"
"please."
Zhu Zhao did not answer, but raised his hand, and a powerful aura suddenly emitted from his body.
Everyone around them retreated.
"wonderland……"
"This General Zhu Shen is actually an expert in the Immortal Realm!"
"That's not good! There won't be a fight, right?"
"Why is the Ministry of Fire involved in this matter? Could it be..."
"Sigh... I heard that the first generation of Zhongyong Marquis in the Yang Mansion once had an old relationship with Lord Huode Shenjun. This time, he may have used this huge favor."
"Just for a Lan Caiyi?"
"It's just Lan Caiyi... I think it's for that sword demon Yang Gang!"
Faced with Zhu Zhao's strength.
Han Xiang's expression was calm, and her moon-colored palace clothes were windless and automatic, and an aura rose up from her body to fight against it.
It is also a wonderland.
Hanxiang, who had been stagnant in the realm of Yuanshen, unexpectedly entered the fairyland without knowing when.
Zhu Zhao's expression changed slightly.
Then he said in a cold voice: "Hanxiang, do you want to fight against the divine king's decree?"
"So what if I resisted today?"
Han Xiangyue narrowed her eyes and said coldly.
All of a sudden.
The people in the Fire Department behind Zhu Zhao were full of momentum.
The scene is about to explode.
"Hahahahahaha"
A long laugh suddenly sounded from the sky.
Everyone subconsciously raised their heads.
Only an angry shout was heard: "If you want to steal someone in front of me, have you asked me about the immortals of Qingyun Pavilion?"
Huhuhu——
The sky is changing, and a long river of blue clouds is hanging down.
In the horrified eyes of everyone.
One after another, powerful old men, holding brooms, hoes, or even benches, landed on the roofs around Hongchen Diaoyu Shop.
They all stared at everyone in the Fire Department with stern eyes.
"One...two...five...eight...ten..." Someone counted with dull eyes, only to find that he couldn't count them with his ten fingers.
The immortals of Qingyun Pavilion...
Did they hit the Immortal's Nest today?
The old man carrying the broom took a step forward and shouted in a deep voice:
"All the old, weak and disabled immortals in Qingyun Pavilion are here. Let me see who can cross this door today!"
A stream of fairyland aura pressed firmly on Zhu Zhao, the general of the Fire God, and on everyone in the Fire Department, and his face suddenly became gloomy.
I really can’t write today. I washed my hair last night and now I have a splitting headache and keep retching...
Brothers, please let me go, alas...because I've been having sex for a week and never asked for leave. Today there are still 2 chapters and over 7,000 words.
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I sincerely wish you all a happy New Year, everything goes well in 2023, and good fortune!
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