Entering Beijing?

This is frightened, okay?

To be honest, Yang Shouwen really wanted to go to Luoyang before. ●⌒, but he went to Luoyang not to seek official positions, but to inquire about Madam Mei. It is said that Madam Mei was elusive. But Luoyang is a god-to-do capital that connects things, and maybe he can find some useful information there. But now, he really doesn't want to go to Luoyang anymore.

What are you doing in Luoyang?

Do you suffer as a prince consort?

Yang Shouwen didn't want to be Princess Laushi's Anle's husband even if he was beaten to death. It was a job with a high risk factor.

"Father?"

Yang Shouwen picked up the chopsticks from the bed, carefully wiped them clean, picked up a piece of wax mutton and placed it in front of Yang Chenglie.

"What are you doing?"

Yang Chenglie's waist seemed to be much straightened and his volume increased a lot.

Yang Shouwen laughed with her and said softly: "I don't want to go to Luoyang, do you see if it's..."

"Want to run?"

Yang Shouwen nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "My father is so amazing, I guessed what the child is thinking in his heart at once."

"Hehe, I think beautifully!"

Yang Chenglie snorted, "The sage's messenger will arrive in Xingyang the day after tomorrow.

I dare to promise you that outside this Shicheng Village, there must be countless pairs of eyes staring at us, just to prevent you from escaping.

Do you know that last night, the governor of Xingyang led his troops to surround the house of the three-bedroom house of the Pan family.

Since Pan Daoqing, everyone has been invited into the government office. Pan Daoyuan has been begging the Zheng family at noon today, hoping that Zheng Hong can exonerate. But the problem is that this is no longer Pan. The Zheng dispute has already implicated the court.

You are the source of this storm. Do you think you can leave now?

Although Erjiurang did not say it clearly, he still told me in private that if you don’t go, the prince will be in trouble."

"How many meanings?"

Yang Shouwen was stunned, "I am so important?"

"What do you think?"

Yang Chenglie said: "It is circulating in the market that Guangwu Mountain attacked us. We used weapons with the mark of the East Palace. Do you know what this means? This shows that those who attacked us may have come from Luoyang."

"Silly!" Yang Shouwen sneered.

"Okay, even if the prince is not virtuous, I don't think he is a fool. Why do he use the weapons of the Eastern Palace when he wants to kill me? Isn't this a frame-up?"

"You know, I know, and the saints know, but the people in the world don't know."

"But……"

"But no matter what, you have to go to Beijing this time."

Yang Shouwen was silent immediately.

He knew that Yang Chenglie was definitely not fooling him. Now outside Shicheng Village, he might have been surrounded.

"Father, is there no other way?"

Yang Chenglie shook his head and got off the couch.

A rather complicated look appeared in his eyes, and he whispered: "Yizi, you'd better prepare early."

"knew!"

Yang Shouwen sat there dejectedly, his head was messy. It had become a pot of porridge.

Why did he become the prince-consort? And he was the prince-consort of Princess Anle?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt a little frustrated. He couldn't help but reach out and slapped on the couch table, sighed to the sky, and then fell straight on the couch.

This is really not good news!

Guangwu Mountain, I hope to return to the pavilion.

The golden crow sinks westward, and the dusk covers Guangwu Mountain.

The wind blowing from the Yellow River inspires his clothes to flies, and a man in a blue shirt walks up the mountain and stops when he arrives at Zheng Sanniang.

"People say that Zheng Sanniang is so gorgeous, but unfortunately she can't see her at first."

He stopped in front of the tombstone for a moment, suddenly squatted down and looked at the poems engraved on the stone slab in front of the tombstone.

"Yang Dalang's feelings for his mother in Qingming Festival."

He chanted softly. Then he finished reading the poems one by one, and couldn't help but outline the scene of a thin and thin boy writing poems in front of the tombstone. After a long time, the man in the green robe read the poems and walked into the pavilion.

He used the afterglow of the setting sun to recite the three willow branches above.

A moment later, he walked out of the Pangui Pavilion, stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, and looked at the spectacular scene of the river flowing eastward under the sunset in the distance.

It was not until the sky got dark that he turned around and left and walked down Guangwu Mountain along the mountain road.

At the foot of the mountain, a team of soldiers were bright and bright in armor, and were quietly lined up on the roadside.

After the Qingshan Man went down the mountain, a young man walked out of the cavalry team, looking like he was eighteen or nineteen years old, and came to the Qingshan Man.

"Liulang, are we going to Shicheng Village next?"

The man in green clothes smiled and shook his head and said, "This trip has been fulfilled, so there is no need to go to Shicheng Village again."

"But didn't my mother say that we should try to meet Yang Dalang?"

The man in Qingshan said, "No need... the princess means that she hopes to contact Yang Dalang first and then cause some trouble for the man. However, she thought that this would be of little use and that if she didn't do it well, it would be counterproductive."

"oh?"

The young general showed doubts, "Liulang has never met Yang Dalang, how can he know that it will be counterproductive?"

"This person has a firm mind and a strong person. He will never be easily disturbed by the outside world."

After saying that, he took out a book from his sleeve, "The monkey in this book is a bold man. He is arrogant and arrogant... I think that Yang Shouwen is quite similar to the monkey in this book. I just went to the mountain and saw with my own eyes the poem he wrote on the Cold Food Festival... This man is strong in nature and meeting him rashly may cause his disgust."

The young general nodded, and he also took out a copy of Journey to the West from his body.

"I never thought that when I came to Xingyang, I would see such an interesting book... Liulang, are you sure this was written by Yang Dalang?"

Liulang smiled and said, "Although the book is signed by Qingzhi, I asked Zheng Jingsi. It is said that the word "Qingzhi" is a preface for Yang Dalang when Zheng Sanzizi was alive. Zheng Jingsi had read this book long before it was published. It is certain that Yang Dalang made up a story to make two girls in his family happy in Changping, and later it was written...

When you see the book, you will know the person.

It is not easy for the princess to incite him to cause trouble in Luoyang.

The person in the East Palace is now in a state of great trouble, and the princess is just trying to destroy the Wu Li Mengyi. As long as Yang Dalang enters Beijing, the Wu Li Mengyi will not be able to succeed. For the princess, her goal has been achieved.

If you do things again at this time, it will probably be a slight increase."

The boy also agreed with it.

He knew very well that his grandmother had sent someone over, and the father and son of the Yang family had already been monitored by his grandmother.

If you show up, it will be a bit out of place.

The man in blue clothes in front of him was very trusted by his mother and was resourceful.

Since he said that, there is obviously no need to continue... It's a pity that I can't see the legendary Yang Dalang.

"Since that's the case, let's go back."

"I'm just thinking that way!"
Chapter completed!