"Have you met a saint?"

Yang Shouwen grew up and looked at Yang Chenglie and asked.

Yang Chenglie showed a confused look that was very similar to Yang Shouwen, and nodded and said, "Yes, haven't I told you?"

"Dad!"

Yang Shouwen was a little angry and stood up.

"Since you have seen a saint, why don't you tell me, at least you should remind me to pay attention to something."

"I told you to make you pretend to be crazy and be more high-profile."

Yang Chenglie's neck shrank and said cowardly: "Besides, I was Fengchenwei back then, and there was nothing strange about seeing a saint. I have seen a saint, but I am not sure, can the saint still remember me? Moreover, how can I guess what a saint's temper is? But you have not come to Luoyang for so long and have not entered the palace to see a saint."

"Well……"

Yang Shouwen didn't know how to answer for a moment.

When I think about it, I feel frustrated.

When he first entered Luoyang, he thought that Wu Zetian would summon him soon, but he didn't expect that he would be thrown into the bronze horse road and there was no news.

At the General Immortal Club, he made a big splash.

At that time, I felt that Wu Zetian would definitely summon him, but it was still silent.

This day's heart is unpredictable, and it's true.

Yang Shouwen couldn't figure out what Wu Zetian was thinking, let alone test her attitude at the moment.

Yang Chenglie was about to speak when he suddenly heard a noise outside.

A tall eunuch walked in from outside, "Have Yang Wenxuan arrived?"

"Ah, that's him."

Yang Chenglie could see clearly in the living room and recognize the origin of the eunuch. "It was that Gao Yanfu. Why did he come?"

As he spoke, Yang Chenglie stood up and led Yang Shouwen out of the living room.

"Caomin Yang Chenglie, pay a visit to Gaosi Palace."

That eunuch was the chief minister of the Sigong Taishi and the Sigong.

He looked up and down at Yang Chenglie's eyes, and his eyes immediately passed over Yang Chenglie and landed on Yang Shouwen who was following Yang Chenglie.

"Mr. Qingzhi is here too, that's just right. I won't go there again."

After saying that, his eyes immediately narrowed and said in a deep voice: "The Holy Mother God Emperor said: Let Yang Chenglie and Yang Shouwen and his son come to Shangyang Palace to see each other immediately, and there must be no mistakes."

There is no fortune in the heavens, and there is no incense table, it is just a simple sentence.

Yang Shouwen and Yang Chenglie looked at each other and hurriedly said, "The people who follow the order."

"Okay, follow me, the saint is waiting for you in the Guanfeng Temple. Don't let the saints be impatient."

"This. The grass-crown people are covered in dust. Can you allow me to change my clothes so as not to offend the saint? Isn't that disrespectful?"

Gao Yanfu smiled and said, "If you enter the city, the saint will get the report.

The saint asked the servant to pass on a sentence to Yang Fengchen: I haven’t seen Yang Wenxuan for a long time. I wonder if Yang Dabang was still there back then?"

Yang Shouwen's eyes were sharp and he stared at Yang Chenglie.

Is this what you said that Wu Zetian doesn’t know you?

Yang Chenglie was indeed excited and said in a trembling voice: "If you have the care of the saint, Yang Dabing is still there."

"Let's go, the saint will not blame you for these trivial matters."

Yang Chenglie and Yang Shouwen looked at each other and knew that this time they could not escape.

The father and son did not dare to neglect, so they explained to Yang, who was inquiring, and followed Gao Yanfu out of the mansion and got into a carriage.

The carriage is closed and it is impossible to see clearly what is happening outside.

However, Yang Shouwen could detect that the car seemed to use the shock absorption system he designed when he was in Xingyang. At least when sitting in the car, it was not so bumpy, very stable, and comfortable.

He looked at Yang Chenglie and whispered: "Father, I will meet the saint later, what should I do?"

“Just do it with me.”

After Yang Chenglie finished speaking, he closed his mouth and said nothing.

The light in the carriage was so dim that Yang Shouwen couldn't see Yang Chenglie's expression at this moment.

But he could feel that at this moment, the flame that had already been extinguished in his father's heart seemed to be rekindled.

Back then, he left Chang'an and moved to Junzhou with his wife and children, hoping to make a career.

Unexpectedly, the battle at the foot of Wudang Mountain completely cut off his career, and later he had to escape to Changping.

After more than ten years of hiding in Changping, my father had long lost his ambitions.

Even though he returned to Xingyang from Changping this time, he wanted to be a rich man and never thought about returning to his career. However, the words that Wu Zetian sent Gao Yanfu to give Yang Chenglie another hope. But I don’t know if Wu Zetian really remembered Yang Chenglie, nor do I know if Yang Chenglie’s hope could be realized?

The road to officialdom is difficult, and there are too many twists and turns and dangers that cannot be explained clearly.

More importantly, what Yang Chenglie is about to face is the eternal empress who has been almost demonized by later generations. Yang Shouwen couldn't explain what she was feeling at this moment. Do you hope that his father will be valued? Or will you continue to fade out of the officialdom?

But Yang Shouwen knew that his father’s current mood must be very complicated.

The wheels rolled, and the wheels crushed the ground, making a stubborn and slight sound. The vehicle drove for about an hour and suddenly stopped.

Gao Yanfu was in the car outside the car: "Yang Fengchen, Mr. Qingzhi, please get off the car."

Yang Chenglie opened his eyes, looked at Yang Shouwen, and suddenly smiled and said, "Shizi, it seems that your current status is much higher than mine."

After saying that, he let out a long breath and pulled the curtain down from the carriage.

Yang Shouwen did not dare to delay, and followed Yang Chenglie out of the carriage and saw a towering palace gate in front of him coming into view.

"Please wait here for Yang Fengchen and Mr. Qingzhi."

Gao Yanfu bowed slightly, greeted the guards guarding the palace gate, and hurried into Guanfeng Gate.

Yang Shouwen stood outside Guanfengmen and looked around.

Is this Shangyang Palace?

He was about to turn around, but was stopped by Yang Chenglie and whispered: "Shizi, be honest, don't move around, this is Da Nei."

"oh!"

Yang Shouwen quickly calmed down and stood behind Yang Chenglie's side with his hands down.

"Dad, what do you mean when you say that the saint summons us?"

"Who knows? I was very happy in Shicheng Village. God knows what you messed with here, and I was involved."

"Tsk, it seems you are not curious at all."

Yang Chenglie turned his head and glared at Yang Shouwen fiercely.

But Yang Shouwen seemed to be careless and grinned without saying anything.

The father and son were talking and walked out of the palace gate.

The man was wearing a gorgeous palace outfit and tall and tall. When she came outside the Guanfeng Gate, she suddenly flashed a hint of water in her eyes when she saw Yang Chenglie. However, she was very good at concealing her, and immediately returned to calmness and turned into a cold attitude.

"aunt!"

When Yang Shouwen saw the man, he hurriedly called out.

But he didn't know that Shangguan Wan'er ignored him. His bright eyes were full of Yang Chenglie's shadow.

She whispered: "Yang Fengchen, the saint has been waiting for a long time. Please follow me to see you."
Chapter completed!