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Chapter 259 Third uncle, are you my real father

After daybreak, the landlord Mu, the king of Fujian, galloped back to Prince Jing's mansion on horseback.

His eyes were darkened, and his face was anxious. Lin Huo just walked out of the gate of the palace, and almost bumped into King Min.

The imperial physician behind him was lucky enough to escape the catastrophe. Before he could say hello to the king of Fujian, he was grabbed by the landlord Mu, "Ah Yang, how is Ayang? Can his illness be cured?"

The imperial doctor was shaken by King Min until his eyes turned black, and he said quickly: "Your Highness, don't panic, His Highness Prince Jing's high fever has receded, and he is already awake, and he will be recuperating slowly in the future. The wound has been treated with medicine. As for the sequelae, as for why Prince Jing fainted, it may be because his body was damaged and his vitality was exhausted."

King Min's complexion was even uglier than that of the sick Prince Jing, and the imperial physician said again: "The Emperor has sent someone to help His Highness King Jing regain his vitality, and His Highness has also sent someone to help His Highness Prince Jing—"

"I'll talk about the eldest prince later, you have to take Ayang's illness to heart."

King Min obviously didn't want to mention the eldest prince, and with a bit of annoyance, he shook off the imperial physician, "After so many years, he is still reckless, every time——Ayang took care of his aftermath, he has the ability to anger the second brother, so he just He should have the ability to accept the punishment to appease the second brother's anger."

The imperial physician stared at the toes of his shoes. Are the floor tiles at the gate of Prince Jing's mansion white jade brought from Jinling, or from the southwest?
Look at the texture is different from the general Xungui family.

There are some words that the King of Min dares to say, but others are not worthy to listen to them, just like the courtiers don't know that His Highness King Jing is more suitable to be a prince than the eldest prince?
His Highness Prince Jing contributed the most to the emperor?
Although many "dirty things" were done by King Jing, which caused the courtiers to avoid him, and made the old members of the Yang family hate King Jing very much, but who among the nobles in the courtiers is not afraid of Prince Jing?
There are quite a few courtiers who dissatisfied with the First Prince, and if they do, they are sincerely dissatisfied. They regret to King Jing that Mu Yang was crowned king early, and they are devoted to assisting the First Prince, and have no ambition to seize the heir apparent.

"Doctor, go slowly."

Lin Huo made a sound and dragged back the imperial physician's divergent train of thought. The old man was in a daze at the gate of the palace. He was really daring.

If it hadn't been for the consideration that the prince would have to visit the imperial physician in the future, Lin Huo would have already punched him.

The imperial physician repeatedly cupped his hands: "Lord Lau Lin will see you off."

The imperial physician had experienced Master Lin Huo's madness, glanced at the height of the rising sun, and asked strangely, "Master Lin is not going to the barracks?"

As soon as the words came out, the imperial physician regretted it. Before he could make amends, Lin Huo's face darkened, "Didn't you hear that the prince handed over the cavalry to the emperor?"

Well, the imperial physician wished he could slap himself, and suddenly became stupid.

The eldest prince mastered the elite cavalry and had to re-arrange the manpower.

Lin Huo is different from the rest of Mu Yang, Cheng Feng and others who have played well. He lost his father when he was very young, and he followed Mu Yang all the time, and then he joined the army. .

"Master Lin, Lord Lin, Your Highness orders troops, and asks you to go to the iron cavalry camp as soon as possible."

The soldier galloping over on horseback said loudly, "His Royal Highness has an order that Lord Lin is not allowed to be transferred. His Highness has said that the guards around His Highness Prince Jing are enough. Lord Lin should do more meaningful things."

Lin Huo's eyes darkened slightly, something meaningful?

Is there anything more meaningful than protecting Mu Yang?

Lead the army?
He likes it, but at the beginning, his liking was just a word from Mu Yang, "Luo Ru Huo, you are called Lin Huo, and you are suitable for being a difficult person."

So he is the deputy general of the heavy cavalry, mastering the iron cavalry for Mu Yang, bringing out iron knight soldiers who can fight hard and only fight tough battles.

The elite soldiers under the First Prince's command are just unqualified people eliminated under his training.

However, Mu Yang returned the iron cavalry to the emperor - Lin Huo didn't want to go to the eldest prince to obey orders.

"My lord Lin, my lord wants you to follow His Highness's instructions and go out with His Highness."

The guard walked up to Lin Huo and said in a low voice: "My lord is worried that the people you have trained are all brothers of life and death. If they die in vain, my lord will feel sorry for you. The palace——can no longer support the old, weak, sick and disabled."

Lin Huo pursed his lips tightly, and took the messenger's token, "The last general obeys."

He followed the messenger to see the eldest prince, no matter what he and Mu Yang's painstaking efforts should not be in vain to take advantage of the eldest prince, let alone let them sacrifice on the eldest prince's impulse.

The eldest prince is brave in battle, and he is indomitable, but he is also a little impulsive and reckless. Fighting tough battles is not what the eldest prince fights.

It was because Mu Yang was too thorough in the past, the eldest prince fought for many years, and it was like being a striker for the first time. Lin Huo suddenly twitched his lips. Is this Mu Yang's revenge?
The ignorant eldest prince is always the knife in Mu Yang's hand, wherever Mu Yang points, the eldest prince will rush there.

If Miss Yun hadn't squeezed the eldest prince's number one position in A Yang's heart, A Yang would have spent his whole life devoted to the eldest prince.

The courtiers are afraid of the ruthless Ah Yang, and among all the people, only Ah Yang is the most affectionate.

Gratitude must be repaid, and revenge must be avenged.

Lin Huo didn't feel that Mu Yang was wrong in cleaning up the Yang family and rectifying Concubine Yang, but Ayang didn't seem to have that much hatred for Concubine Yang recently.

Occasionally, he would talk about the fact that he was beaten by Concubine Yang in Yang's house - did Mu Yang really remember that Concubine Yang was his teacher?

At that time, the four of Fenglin and Huohan had all followed Mu Yang into the Yang family for several generations, and the vast study seemed to be a study of mountains of books, and the formation of Fenglinhuo's four flags also had Yang Fei's suggestion.

They didn't want to be enemies with Concubine Yang, but they all listened to Mu Yang. Now that the relationship between the two parties has eased, the four of them are quite happy.

The eldest prince respected the virtuous and corporal, holding Lin Huo's arm, "I need Master Lin's assistance, Ayang can't fight, I will explore martial arts with you alone, conquer the world, and fulfill my old wish on behalf of Ayang."

"The final general is willing to listen to His Highness' orders."

Lin Huo took two steps back, half knelt down and bowed his head in submission. The first prince looked like the prince of the Eastern Palace.

It was because he became a master of the second rank and got advice from the emperor—it was always difficult to be the crown prince of the East Palace. If the emperor was a master of martial arts, he would have no problem living another fifty years.

But the prince of fifty years?

Gee.

Lin Huo silently sympathized with the eldest prince, which has never appeared in the history books.

In Prince Jing's mansion, Mu Yang frowned and asked, "Third Uncle heard that I'm fine, so he ran into the house to change?"

"Yes, His Majesty the King of Min said that he smelled of fat and powder all over his body. He was afraid that you would dislike him. He also said that he would make a feast of whole fish to make amends for you. He is not going to find flowers and ask willows, but to do business. First, taste the oiran who is waiting to be elected. Fine, he also said—"

Prince Jing tightly squeezed the scroll in his hand, and the guard pinched his nose wearily looking at the prince, not daring to say anything later.

"Say." The corners of Mu Yang's mouth twitched, and he stroked the yellowed pages with his fingers, "I just want to listen to Uncle San's high opinion."

The guard bowed his head and said softly: "His Royal Highness the King of Min heard that Yunzhongjun Doujiu wrote a hundred poems and played tricks on the second son of a famous scholar. He is a scholar and cannot admit defeat. It is said in history books that only women with wine can stimulate the poet's talent. Jun took the wine, so he could only reluctantly take the female sex.

The oirans in the brothel Chuguan are all outstanding, and they are also very talented, which can arouse the enthusiasm of the prince to write poems, so it is really not intentional that the prince didn't come back to see you yesterday.

He has been expressing his talents in the gentle township, competing with Jun Yunzhong, and standing up straight in front of his father-in-law for the future of the prince—His Royal Highness King Min is also doing his best. "

The embarrassing words made the guards who answered back completely blush.

He really didn't want to say it, but King Min forced him to recite it, and His Highness King Jing insisted on listening.

Two princes, a pair of uncles and nephews, he dared not offend anyone.

Mu Yang: "... I don't think it depends on the third uncle whether he can straighten his spine in front of his father-in-law. The third uncle was stimulated, and after being betrayed, he was completely obsessed with women, and he chose to look for the oiran?"

"The King of Min said that those who go to Anguo Public School will receive both money and goods, and each will get what he needs, so don't worry about it, and don't worry about it."

"Goodbye."

Mu Yang threw away the scroll, stood up, put on a long gown, and walked towards King Min's courtyard. Seeing that the plaque on the courtyard gate was replaced by "Wan Zunju", Mu Yang's face cracked, and the third uncle who was released, he I don't want it anymore.

Naturally, King Min's people didn't dare to stop Mu Yang, and Mu Yang opened the bedroom door unimpeded along the way.

Mu Yang raised his eyes and saw a blood-stained obscene garment thrown casually on the screen, the obscene garment was covered with blood stains, how many people did the third uncle kill?

The heads of the old members of the Yang family hang on the gate of the palace. Could it be that the third uncle did it all?
The assassin in the palace last night was also the third uncle at the peak of the eighth rank?

Don't you continue to hide it from him?

Mu Yang subconsciously locked the door tightly, and the sound of water flowing came from behind the screen, "Come here, help me rub my back, my body is covered in blood and sticky, it's too uncomfortable."

"Third Uncle knows it's me?"

"The guard said so much, but still can't attract you, a little brat?"

Landlord Mu leaned against the bathtub and raised the corners of his mouth, "When I was a child, I helped you take a bath. Now it's your turn to serve me. Otherwise, why raise a son?"

"..."

Mu Yang's black pupils widened, his breath was a little unstable for a moment, and a gap was split in the introverted forbearance he had cultivated for many years, and he took a deep breath, "Am I your son?"

What about half-step masters?
Still can't see through some things, see some people clearly.

Landlord Mu continued to pour water on himself, his eyes slightly closed, "If I say yes, will Ah Yang just walk away and ignore me again?"

Mu Yang was silent.

"If I say no, can you still be your third uncle?"

After waiting for a long while, Mu Yang studied nothing, and Mu Landlord sighed, "I treat you as my son, and you treat me as your third uncle. Let's have our own opinions."

"If you are, I will kill you."

Mu Yang walked around the screen silently and looked at Landlord Mu's back, "I hate my biological parents. No matter what the reasons are, I can't wait for them to die."

"Well, damn it."

Landlord Mu said coolly, without turning his head, he waved and threw the cotton cloth to A Yang, closed his eyes: "Give me a press for your father, I beat you all night, I'm exhausted."

Mu Yang lost, the shamelessness of losing to the third uncle, who said that the third uncle and the emperor are not brothers? !
Where did the third uncle, who used to be elegant and dignified like a gentleman, go?
Mu Yang misses his third uncle back then, and facing his unabashed third uncle, Mu Yang guessed that one day he might lose control.

His life shouldn't get out of control. Every step was planned, but Mu Yang probably planned how he would die in the end.

However, he met Yunwei first, and then the third uncle posted it again—his precise plans fell through one by one.

"Son, use some strength, haven't you eaten?" Landlord Mu enjoyed closing his eyes and resting his arms on the edge of the bathtub, especially highlighting the muscle texture.

He looked weak, but after taking off his clothes, his muscles were excellent, like an elegant cheetah.

Mu Yang pointed at the most important acupoint on the third uncle's body, which is a place where no expert would easily show his weakness to others.

Landlord Mu was like a big cat showing its belly, defenseless against Mu Yang.

Mu Yang's eyes sank slightly, he threw the handkerchief on Third Uncle, turned around and left the room.

"son--"

"Third uncle washes it off by himself, I'm not your son! My father is the emperor."

Mu Yang pushed the door straight out, and a burst of light scent of camellia planted in the corridor swept into the room with the wind. Landlord Mu covered his face and smiled lowly.

He was smiling, the corners of his eyes were moist, his relaxed arms trembled slightly, almost, he almost killed Concubine Yang with a sword.

That woman did it on purpose, if it wasn't for the sliver of affection left in his heart, she wouldn't be able to make the tunnel back to the palace alive.

If they hadn't had stubborn quarrels back then, and hadn't had so many accidents and misunderstandings, wouldn't they have gotten into what they are today?

In fact, what he never cared about was not being the "man" beside the queen, and it didn't matter if she was a male favorite. She resented that she always regarded him as one of her servants.

His uncontrollable jealousy and Ayang's experience of being abused made him completely break up with her, but because of taking revenge on Ayang's behalf, the distance between them that should have been getting farther and farther reconnected again.

He saw Concubine Yang slaughter the old officials of the Yang family who had made their own decisions, and watched with arms crossed as she cut off their heads and strung them together. She threw the heads to him and ordered them to be hung at the gate of the palace.

Landlord Mu did it!
Immediately afterwards, he went to the palace and slashed the emperor with his sword. He never thought of killing the emperor, and of course Landlord Mu was not sure about killing the emperor with one sword.

He killed the second elder brother by chance, but he couldn't explain it to his mother, and would only push Mu Yang further and further away, leaving an inseparable knot between them.

The dinner was a whole fish feast, the landlord Mu personally cooked the meals, and Mu Yang ate half a bowl of rice extra.

Especially when the third uncle no longer called his son in front of others, Mu Yang felt blank for a moment, but he was still happy.

"Mr. Yun's big wedding day after tomorrow, when the time comes, uncle and grandmother will sit in the main seat and be bowed down by the bride and groom. Will third uncle go?"

"Pfft."

Landlord Mu was almost choked to death by the fish soup. He held the table and coughed for a long time, his face flushed. There are also many wives, and uncle——uncle can't escape the eyes of the courtiers even if he puts on makeup."

A look of displeasure flashed across Mu Yang's face, and he said coolly: "The two of them forced me to find a way, I promised Weiwei that the fact that uncle is Mr. Yun's biological father will be concealed until after the imperial examination, and they will live happily in Yun's house , the imperial grandmother is unwilling to go back to the palace.

The third uncle has a wide range of knowledge, I eat more rice than I eat salt, and the third uncle can do more work, you go and find a way to cover them up for them. "

"Ayang—"

Landlord Mu failed to grab Mu Yang, and when he chased him out, Mu Yang's figure had already disappeared, "I have a headache, the imperial doctor told me to rest, it's best not to think too much, third uncle doesn't want me to collapse in pain again— —”

It's really a half-step master's mirror, and this child has progressed too fast. This is not the son of God, but the reincarnation of Martial God.

(End of this chapter)