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Chapter 257 Concubine Yang: Stop Pretending, I'm an Expert

The Zhaoyang Hall was silent, only the hanging lanterns swaying in the night wind.

Today Yang Niangniang went to bed early, and the maids and eunuchs of Zhaoyang Palace settled down to their duties and did not dare to disturb Yang Niangniang who was already asleep.

Most of them are people who have served Yang Niangniang for a long time, but there are still one or two palace maids who quietly look in the direction of Concubine Yang's bedroom, and they try to be as quiet as possible.

It is also difficult to really get close to Concubine Yang's bedroom.

In the bedroom, the air was almost stagnant, the hanging curtains moved slightly, and a maid stood in front of the bed, and a hoarse voice came from the bed:

"how?"

"The emperor has gone to visit His Royal Highness the First Prince."

Thanks to the arrangements made by the master before he left the palace, he even did not hesitate to expose the hidden clues planted by the eldest prince.

"What do you think, master? Would you rather risk the sky and leave the palace through the secret path?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

The woman dressed as Shanggong was lying on the bed with the curtains hanging down, her palms were sweating, after all, sleeping on the bed instead of Yang Niangniang, who could not be flustered?

The maid quickly said yes.

Shang Gong pursed his lips, but the master still couldn't let it go, and he didn't know whether this change was good for the master or worse.

Prince Jing—why did you suddenly stop targeting your master?
The people who made the master's arrangement step by step still continue to regard Prince Jing as a political enemy, thinking that killing Prince Jing is to avenge the master and the Yang family!
Because of the deep enmity and mutual disbelief that each other can coexist peacefully, Young Master Yang destroyed Mu Yang, and Mu Yang also "will not save" Yang Gong and his son.

After the death of Duke Yang, all the generals fighting for the throne believed that Luozitang was forced into the mouth of Concubine Yang by Prince Jing.

Mu Yang cut off the last direct bloodline of the Yang family, and also cut off the last hope of Yang Niangniang.

Few people believed that the current Cheng Engong was Young Master Yang's son, and he was just a puppet pushed by Mu Yang to humiliate the Yang family and concubine Yang.

Without Mu Yang leading heavy troops to block the gate of the Yang Mansion, even if the female marquis succeeds in her marriage proposal, the emperor may not be able to marry Concubine Yang smoothly.

As for the emperor chasing after the queen, many courtiers suspected that it was also Mu Yang's suggestion.

Concubine Yang is the wife that Mu Beixuan's matchmaker is currently marrying, with three matchmakers and six engagements, complete marriage certificates, and being part of the Yang family, Concubine Yang's chances of being promoted to the next position are far greater than Niangniang Wan.

Many courtiers discussed privately that Mu Yang saw that Wan Niangniang was hopeless, so he deliberately brought up the eldest prince's biological mother as the queen, so as to continue to humiliate Concubine Yang.

Prove that Concubine Yang is a concubine, and force the proud Concubine Yang to prostrate herself as a child in front of a lowly maidservant who died young.

The emperor didn't stop the rumors from spreading, and of course he didn't help them.

The eldest prince missed his biological mother quite a lot, but he had told the courtiers several times that the canonization of the empress had nothing to do with Mu Yang.

But the eldest prince has always protected Mu Yang, the more he said that, the more no one would believe him.

Shang Gong stared at the intricate pattern on the bed curtain, hoping that the master would return to the palace as soon as possible, and don't make too much noise outside, the emperor's suspicion has not been reduced by half.

If the emperor gets tired of conquering Concubine Yang and realizes Concubine Yang's true ambition, the emperor would rather kill the bloody rivers than let the remnants of the support family go.

The only good thing is that the eldest prince has started martial arts, which made the emperor feel that the eldest prince is stronger. Without Mu Yang, the eldest prince can still sit firmly in the country.

Only the emperor thought that Mu Yang's contribution would be gradually eliminated.

It is actually a good thing for Concubine Yang that the eldest prince can practice martial arts, and the emperor is relieved, but at this time Mu Yang was punished by the emperor for causing trouble for Concubine Yang and fainted.

Prince Jing is really smart, and he retreated cleanly. As long as he can be a vassal with peace of mind, the emperor should not be tempted by Prince Jing anymore.

Shang Gong felt that the master and the master could not reach an agreement outside the palace, and the master did not intend to return to the palace, so he would fight to the death with the emperor.

Shang Gong had never seen his master so emotionally charged, he really wanted to kill with a sword.

Dangdang, the familiar and rhythmic knocking sound sounded from under the bed, Shang Gong looked happy, and quickly turned over to respond to the knocking on the bed, Shang Gong silently counted the number of knockings he heard again.

She opened the secret compartment under the bed, Concubine Yang came out from below, Shang Gong was startled, "Master, are you injured?"

Concubine Yang's complexion was very ugly, she was as pale as paper, full of blood, she saw clearly that it was someone she was familiar with, and asked, "Did Mu Beixuan leave the palace?"

"No, according to your instructions, the people from the eldest prince's side stimulated the true energy in the eldest prince's body, and the emperor has already led people to rush there. Almost, almost, the emperor went to the moon tower—"

"Just go, if he goes to that place once, he will go there for the second time and the third time."

Concubine Yang bit the tip of her tongue to stay awake, "Yu Niangzi manages the Yuelou very well, and a man would rather clean up his wealth than live in the Yuelou forever."

Shang Gong helped Concubine Yang, and when his hands touched the black clothes on her body, they felt a little sticky. He looked down and saw blood on his hands, "Are you really hurt?"

"It's not all my blood."

Concubine Yang threw the saber aside, took a deep breath, faced the dim candlelight, and said with a half-smile: "They always use Mu Beixuan's sword to kill people. Orders are fulfilled while others are violated, yet they dare to persuade me to give birth to a son for Mu Beixuan and support my son's ascension to the throne."

The tails of Concubine Yang's eyes were raised, and a smear of red spread from the corners of her eyes, "Everyone can command me, and don't ask Mu Beixuan if he is worthy?"

"I most want to destroy all his bloodlines and let him have no descendants..."

Concubine Yang disliked taking off her blood-stained black clothes, the wound on her shoulder was still oozing blood, not all the blood on her clothes was stained by her murder.

"The servant will help you with the medicine."

"Need not."

Concubine Yang glanced sideways at the wound, and smiled playfully, "Keep it, I will make him regret it forever, when I kill Mu Beixuan's son, he dare not stop me."

"You are right..."

It was rare for Shang Gong to see Concubine Yang so full of hatred, after being plotted several times by Mu Yang.

Concubine Yang is actually very peaceful, she no longer clings to the past, and is focused on winning the great cause.

Concubine Yang's eyes were dim, and her smile became more and more charming, "Tomorrow, tomorrow, you will know, there are more than fifty heads hanging at the gate of the palace, it looks pretty."

Shang Gong's back felt cold, and his lips trembled a little, "They all belong to you, right?"

"Mostly, a few people who took refuge in the emperor were also killed by me."

Concubine Yang let go of her ponytail and lay on the bed feeling weak, "Help me press it. After this cleaning, my strength has been damaged. Choose a few usable ones from the imperial examinations. Those people are all old."

"Will the emperor notice something strange? What if your wounds are smelled by the emperor—" Shang Gong was worried, "The emperor has also improved in martial arts."

Concubine Yang's smile froze on her face, she burst out unwillingly, her rationality broke:
"This world is so fucking unfair! Men are definitely more suitable for practicing martial arts than women. I have worked so hard for so many years. I swung my sword to cut off my emotions, all my emotions and six desires. I didn't even want my son. I still couldn't break through. Mu Beixuan played with women and became a romantic. Sex, Landlord Mu was cuckolded, they—they are all higher than me!"

"I don't believe it, if I don't believe it, I will always be at a disadvantage and cannot break through."

Concubine Yang bit her lip, the salty taste seeped into her mouth, her eyes were burning, and her face flushed with blood loss, "Don't force me, if you force me again, I will suck them dry, at worst, I will be struck to death by lightning together."

"Didn't you say that martial arts is only invincible by one person, and the world of mortals still has to follow the worldly method. What you are seeking is not the mirror of the master, but the supreme throne."

Shang Gong persuaded: "Because you are obsessed with secular imperial power, you are not as fast as His Royal Highness King Min. If the emperor took the last step, he would have already climbed into your bed and forced you to sleep in bed."

Concubine Yang snorted.

Shang Gong was afraid that his master would go crazy and go completely astray. Although the master thought differently from ordinary women, he had never heard him swearing.

Angry?
Or was it influenced by the emperor who always loves to swear?

Or provoked by His Royal Highness King Min?

In short, Shang Gong didn't dare to be careless, "You also accidentally started martial arts after Young Master Yang destroyed His Royal Highness King Jing, and you started later than them. In terms of cultivation speed, you are faster than them, so you will catch up soon. ?"

Concubine Yang said faintly: "There is still hope for catching up with Mu Beixuan, but Landlord Mu, isn't he only willing to be a small landlord? How could he step into the mirror of the master—and Mu Yang, that little bastard pretends so well Well, I thought, thought that even if he could get through it, he would probably be a useless person.

But he—you know what I just saw?He broke through again, again, and again, a half-step master who is less than twenty years old! "

Shang Gong: "..."

She didn't quite understand what she heard, whether there was something wrong with her old ears.

"Have you ever seen Grandmaster Banbu pretend to be sick and weak to a little girl, pretending to be weak and not frightened, begging to be touched and hugged, have you ever seen him say that he is in pain, and let the little girl feel sorry for him?"

Concubine Yang gritted her teeth, wishing to poke her eyes blind to see all of this, the fire in her chest was burning, unwilling, angry, angry, and full of jealousy.

"He is relying on people's ignorance. Anyone who breaks through will be in pain. He just hurts a little bit more. If the pain can break through, I can, I can endure the pain."

"Heavenly Blessed God Son is amazing, I still—"

Concubine Yang gradually lowered her voice, and her anger and jealousy dissipated in an instant, "Forget it, he is well after all, and the Yang family doesn't owe him anything."

"Master, it's about the head."

"Don't worry about it, someone will help me with the aftermath."

"Yes."

As soon as Shang Gong turned his head, he subconsciously threw the medicine bottle at the man in black, "Ah, there is an assassin."

The man in black watched Shang Gong's performance quietly, the sharp sword came out of its sheath, and stabbed at the abnormally calm Concubine Yang. I?"

Shang Gong slammed into the man in black, "Come on, hurry up, hurry up."

She also has some kung fu, some of the court ladies and eunuchs in Zhaoyang Palace are still very good at it, after all, guards cannot be allowed to come in easily in the harem.

As Shang Gong fought against the black-clothed assassin, the maid who knew kung fu also set up a sword array to force the assassin back.

Concubine Yang clutched her wound, blood flowed from her fingers, the black-clothed assassin's eyes froze again, the blood stained her snow-white underwear...

Sweat broke out on the calm assassin's forehead, this woman must have done it on purpose.

Before the guards rushed in, the assassin flew onto the roof and said hoarsely, "The Yang family deserves to die, everyone deserves to be killed."

The emperor was surrounded by many guards, and the palace was as bright as day, and many guards had already drawn their bows and were ready to shoot arrows.

The black-clothed assassin looked at the emperor in the crowd, and swung his sword with all his strength. The light of the sword was bright and pierced thousands of miles.

A person flashed out beside the emperor, drew his sword to resist, the person stepped back a few steps, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell in front of the emperor, leaving a sword mark on the ground.

The black-clothed assassin swung his sword and turned around to run. The emperor clenched his hands behind his back, "Don't chase."

"Father, I'm going to—"

"Bullshit."

The emperor stopped the eldest prince, shook his head and said: "I asked you to come, not to lead people to chase after the assassin, but to let you understand that martial arts are only personal strength after all, the reason why he escapes is not that his skill is not as good as the guards, once the guards shoot arrows, he No matter how good your skills are, you will be shot as a hedgehog."

"Ayang also persuaded me before." The eldest prince scratched his head embarrassingly, his eyes brightened, "Don't worry, father, I will not delay leading the army to fight, and I will not be obsessed with martial arts practice. It is the business of father to deal with state affairs, and my son dare not forget his responsibility."

The emperor patted the eldest prince on the shoulder with satisfaction, "You go back first, I will go to see Concubine Yang, the Yang family offended too many people in the past, over the years, I have blocked many assassinations for Concubine Yang."

The eldest prince wanted to say that he couldn't say that he would let Dad continue to accompany him, so he nodded and said: "Although I can't get the assassin, my son should send someone to investigate. Which side hates the remnants of the Yang family and dares to trespass in the palace—— "

"Your Majesty, it's not good. There are many heads hanging at the gate of the palace. There are—"

The little eunuch ran over, with a pale face, tremblingly said: "I have the courage to go to see it, there are six ministers, and some big merchants from the south."

The emperor's peaceful face darkened for a moment, and the eldest prince quickly knelt down and said, "Son, send someone to investigate."

"No, you are about to go to war, so you shouldn't bother about it." The emperor subconsciously said: "Let Ah Yang—"

"Father, Ah Yang is not suitable." The eldest prince reminded, "He walks very hard, so he cannot track down the murderer."

"...call Tan Ye into the palace."

"According to the order."

The emperor sighed heavily, and carefully cultivated every son, but only Ayang is the best, and he has never been disappointed. Ayang can always do things according to his wishes.

When the emperor stepped into the Zhaoyang Palace, there was only anxiety and worry on his face, and he quickened his pace, "I love my concubine, don't be afraid of my concubine, I—"

"when."

A heavy object hit the closed door, Concubine Yang said in a shrill voice, "Mu Beixuan, don't come in."

The corner of the emperor's mouth twitched, "You have such a temper. If I don't take a look with my own eyes, how can I rest assured? I know that you are not angry. Thousands of mistakes are all my fault. I will leave after just one glance, so as not to make you angry. .”

There was not much movement inside, and the emperor finally stepped into Concubine Yang's bedroom under the pressure of being scolded by Concubine Yang.

He looked up and saw the wound on Concubine Yang's shoulder. The always fierce Concubine Yang was leaning against the head of the bed weakly, her black hair scattered, she was a little more weak and less stubborn than before.

The blood-stained wound was particularly conspicuous on her snow-white skin, and Concubine Yang's skin was as white as fat and glowing.

The emperor's Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed, "My concubine is injured, I will prescribe medicine for my concubine."

To die under the peony flower is to be a ghost, and the emperor will never miss the rare opportunity to get close to Concubine Yang. After all, those masters around Concubine Yang are all chasing the assassin.

(End of this chapter)