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Chapter 467 The Longest Night (Forty-Four) Father and Son

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    Yang Yong was a little angered by Yang Jian's words, and subconsciously said: "Why can't I be alone?" Although the voice was silent, everyone around him still heard it.

    The clay figurine is still earthy. Yang Yong seemed to have accumulated resentment for many years and was about to explode. At this time, he also gained courage. He was no longer afraid of Yang Jian and wanted to stand up and argue with Yang Jian.

    At this time, Xiao Zibao, who was with Yang Yong, pulled Yang Yong's arm and said, "Chu Jun Mo, be careful of fraud."

    Yuan Heng on the side threw Xiao Zibao's hand away and looked at Xiao Zibao angrily.

    "The saint is calling here at this time. How long will the prince hide? Could it be that Duke Xiao can't see that the morale of our army has been messed up and needs the prince to revive it? If the saint continues to speak, believe it or not, the soldiers behind him will directly switch sides.  Now, no matter whether the prince is right or wrong, he must at least have the courage to face the saint."

    Yuan Heng said that justice was awe-inspiring, and Xiao Zibao was speechless.  Xiao Zibao pulled Zong Sheng beside him, hoping that Zong Sheng could stop Yang Yong and Yuan Heng.  However, Zong Sheng's face looked ugly. He wanted to reach out but did nothing.

    Yang Yong walked out accompanied by Yuan Heng and others, and Yuan Ying quickly stepped forward to protect him.  Huang Mingyuan is so capable, no one knows if he can play any tricks.

    When Yang Yong saw Yang Jian, he knelt down and prostrated: "My son is prostrating himself before the saint."

    When a son meets his father, he worships a saint. Is there anything more tragic and ridiculous in the world than this?

    Seeing Yang Yong come out, Yang Jian's eye circles immediately turned red, but the feelings belonging to his father were immediately dispelled by the pride of being an emperor.

    "Yang Yong, what do you want to do by going to war and leading an army to Daxing Palace?"

    Seeing that at this point, his good father was still pretending to him, Yang Yong, who was originally a little regretful and uncomfortable, immediately disappeared.  He knew that the person facing him was the emperor, and he was a traitor, and they were at odds with each other.

    "When I heard that there was a police officer in Daxing Palace, I thought that there was a thief who had something to do with the saint, so I hurriedly led the East Palace sergeants to come to escort him."

    Yang Jian frowned. The eldest son usually didn't dare to speak to him like this.

    Yang Jian said coldly: "There are no thieves in Daxing Palace now. You should withdraw your troops quickly."

    Just like that, Yang Yong smiled as he just wanted to get rid of himself.

    "Sage, I see that this Daxing Hall is full of thieves, so it would be better for me to escort the saint back to the Zhonghua Hall."

    Seeing that Yang Yong dared to disobey him, Yang Jian angrily said: "If I don't return to the Chinese Palace or not, you are too talkative. Hurry up and leave."

    Yang Yong was stunned by the refutation, and with anger in his heart, he said: "Sage, I'm afraid it's not up to you to decide whether to return to the Chinese Hall or not."

    Yang Jian couldn't believe it when he saw that Yang Yong was so bold.

    "Prince, if you can still turn around at this time, please return to the East Palace as soon as possible. I can forget the past."

    "Can I still turn back?" Yang Yong said with a wry smile on his face, "I can't turn back. That good brother of Gu set this trap for me. If Gu doesn't jump in, wouldn't he be disappointed?"

    It was just a scene for one night, which made Yang Yong's heart go straight up and down, and he could no longer hold on at this time.  Yang Yong is not yet forty years old, but the hard work in the past two years has left his hair on both temples white.

    Yang Yong pointed at Yang Jian.

    "My dear Aye, do you know how I have lived these past few years? Every day I am trembling with fear, fearing that one day the edict to depose the crown prince will be sent to the East Palace. You always say that I am wrong, but I think about it carefully.  I think about how I have been filial to my parents, loving to my children, friendly to my brothers, and courteous to my ministers over the years. Where did I go wrong? Aye and Aniang had to go through all the hard work to depose me.  "

    Yang Yong became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally roared. His words pierced into Yang Jian's heart like a sharp sword. He did not expect that his eldest son would have such great resentment towards him.

    Yang Yong¡¯s words are heart-breaking.

    "Aye, is it really my fault that Yang Yong has reached this point?"

    Yang Jian froze, as if he was hit by Yang Yong's words, and his hands couldn't stop shaking.  He tried his best to think about when he started to be afraid of this son and began to distance himself from his son.

    One winter solstice, all the officials lined up to see Yang Yong. Yang Yong accepted the congratulations from all the officials in the East Palace.

    When Yang Jian learned about this, he asked the courtiers: "I recently heard that on the winter solstice, all officials inside and outside the court went to see the prince. What etiquette is this?"

    Taichang Shaoqing Xin Dan replied: "When hundreds of officials came to the East Palace, they came to congratulate them, not to say that they were going to court."See.  "

    Yang Jian said: "The congratulators should be in groups of three or five, and they can go individually at will. Why was it summoned by the relevant departments, and all the officials gathered together to go together at once? The prince wore a formal dress and played music to receive the officials. Is this possible?"

    So Yang Jian issued a special edict: "There are hierarchical differences in etiquette and law, and monarchs and ministers cannot mix. Although the crown prince is the emperor's heir, he is also a minister in terms of etiquette and law. The local governors come to pay tribute during the Winter Solstice and donate their territories.  Specialty products, but also paying tribute to the crown prince, this is not in compliance with the rules and regulations, and should all be stopped."

    "Perhaps starting from this incident, Emperor Wen's favor with Yang Yong began to decline, and he gradually became suspicious and wary.

    "Saint, saint."

    Su Wei saw that Yang Jian was in a daze, and gently pulled his arm, which made Yang Jian, who was deep in thought, react.  Yang Jian looked at the murderous Donggong Sergeant below, and the trace of debt he felt toward Yang Yong immediately disappeared.

    He is the emperor and should put the world first, so he is not wrong.

    Yang Jian is a determined person, so even if he is worried in his heart, he knows what he should do.  Yang Yong's previous accusation against Yang Jian was more of an involuntary outburst of long-term anger in his heart, with an obvious lack of stamina.  So facing Yang Jian, Yang Yong was at a disadvantage.

    "Yong'er, no matter what you have done, your mother and I regard you as our favorite child, both in the past and now. I admit that I was too harsh on you in the past, but why don't you understand  In these three hundred years of troubled times, there are countless dynasties. After the demise of several dynasties, not only the country was destroyed, but also the family was destroyed, and the race was exterminated. I am strict with you, and I also hope that you can better shoulder the burden of the Sui Dynasty.  I keep pushing you and training you, just to hope that you can do better, but Yonger, why don¡¯t you understand?¡±

    Yang Jian burst into tears as he spoke, and the image of a good father who expected his son to succeed emerged spontaneously.  Everyone inside and outside the palace also felt sad.  They felt that what Yang Jian said might be true. What father would not hope that his son would succeed.  What's more, the prince is not an ordinary person. Sitting in this position, three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost and the sword force each other. If you don't force the prince harder, if the prince is ineffective, he will really harm others and himself.

    Yang Yong had already burst into tears when he heard this. His hand that held Yuan Heng tightly was trembling, trying not to cry out.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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