Chang Anqing

Chapter 279: Manipulation Behind the Scenes
It was night, a crescent moon was hidden behind thin clouds, and the warm summer wind blew past lightly, as if blowing the stars in the night sky, shining on the sapphire-like brocade.Amidst the rustling bamboo grove, Yang Che, who was wearing a dark blue casual shirt, was standing under the window, looking at the bamboo grove outside the window carefully. , Hearing the slight footsteps behind him, Yang Che turned around and saw Chang Le, a servant of Shu King Yang Zhao, coming in with a cup of hot tea, and said very respectfully: "King Qin, please use tea."

Yang Che nodded when he heard the words, turned around and walked towards the guest seat. Just as he was about to ask questions, he could already hear someone approaching outside the room.

"Brother!"

When Yang Che followed the sound, he saw Shu Wang Yang Zhao, who was also dressed in gray and blue uniform, walked in happily and eagerly.

Although they are both princes and wear casual clothes, Yang Che saw that the material on Yang Zhao's body is obviously much older than his own, let alone the prince.

"Why hasn't the Bureau of Shangfu sent you any new materials?"

Hearing Yang Che's frowning question, Yang Zhao looked down at his clothes, then looked at Yang Che, and quickly waved his hands to explain: "His Royal Highness is considerate, and she ordered the Shangfu Bureau to send it over a long time ago, but—"

Upon receiving Yang Che's suspicious gaze, Yang Zhao scratched his head in embarrassment and muttered, "It's just that I'm used to wearing the clothes I used to wear. On the contrary, those materials are too luxurious, and I always wear them—"

As if he didn't know what to say, Yang Zhao simply raised his head and smiled cautiously: "Besides, Auntie always said that I was growing up, and I made new clothes with such a good material, and when I grow taller, I won't be able to wear them, isn't it? It was a waste, so I thought about waiting..."

After all, it seemed that he was afraid that Yang Che would be unhappy, so Yang Zhao licked his lips and smiled again: "Brother and Your Highness the Queen treat me well, I know that, A Niang often said that I must remember His Highness's kindness for the rest of my life. Brother's love, even if you can't help anything, you must firmly remember it."

Hearing what Yang Zhao said, Yang Che couldn't help but fell silent. Although the explanation just now made sense, when he looked at the innocent smiling younger brother under the lamp, he saw that no matter in the past or now, he has never changed his simplicity. Changing Yang Zhao, who was following him, was depressed, but also a little inexplicably moved.

In just 17 years, people around him have flattered and fawned on him because of his identity and status, but no one has ever been like Goro in front of him. They just regard him as a brother, a relative, and someone who can be trusted , Akagi treat each other.

Let him feel that in this huge aristocratic family and the royal family, they would have such feelings that do not involve any interests.

The irony is that in the entire Yang family, there is only Wulang, the prince, who always lives cautiously because of this, as if no matter how he changed his status in the past, he would not dare to be an upright Aye's son.

Thinking of these, thinking of Goro's sincerity and single-mindedness towards him, it is such a simple thing that even Aye Niang never really gave it to him one day.

Because he knew very well that in Aye's heart there was only Yang Jin, in A Niang's heart there was only Yang Yan, and even Mrs. Cao, Mrs. Cui, and Mrs. Liu were all dedicated to their sons.

After all, in this Yang family, he is the only one who seems to have a noble bloodline from the direct line, but no one has ever really put him first in his heart.

"You, I say one sentence and you reply ten sentences."

In the silence, Yang Che finally let go of his helpless smile, stretched out his hand and patted Yang Zhao's head affectionately, and said, "After you grow taller, you can cut these new materials. Isn't it a waste? Are you Aye's son is a nobleman, he doesn't say how extravagant and wasteful he is on weekdays, but he must not hurt the royal face."

"The heavenly nobles—"

Seeing Yang Zhao in front of him with his head lowered and his lips murmured, Yang Che seemed to encourage him and said, "Yes, so whenever you do, you must straighten your chest so that others can see your majesty, and you will never be underestimated." .”

Seeing Yang Zhao's hesitant look in front of him, Yang Che shook his head helplessly and said, "Besides, since Aunt ordered the Shangfu Bureau to send these, she is naturally happy to see you wearing them, so you should tailor them. It should be worn so that it will live up to her intentions and make her feel at ease when she sees it."

"Yeah, okay, I'll listen to my elder brother."

After that, Yang Zhao looked seriously at Chang Le who was beside him and said, "Go and watch outside, I have something to say to my brother."

As soon as these words came out, Chang Le naturally retreated in response, and carefully closed the door.

Seeing Yang Zhao's mysterious and hesitant look of not knowing where to start, Yang Che raised his eyes with a smile and said, "Why, you invited me over tonight, Baba, what is the matter?"

Hearing Yang Che's nonchalant inquiry, Yang Zhao rubbed his hands uncomfortably, and hesitatingly said with a somewhat nervous face: "Brother, do you still remember the day when His Majesty suppressed the rebellion of the Shangguan clan—"

Hearing Yang Zhao, who never asked about political affairs, mentioned that day, Yang Che faintly sensed something different, and his expression inevitably became more serious.

"how?"

In the silence, Yang Che saw Yang Zhao clenched his hands tightly in front of him from a close distance, and struggled for a long time without saying a word.

Yang Che, who faintly felt something, was not in a hurry to ask, but just stood there calmly, looked at Yang Zhao gently, and waited for Yang Zhao to tell him something in person with encouragement.

Aware of Yang Zhao's timidity and hesitation, Yang Che did not show the slightest impatience, but responded: "I don't know what happened to you, if you think brother can help you and are willing to tell me, then Brother will also keep the secret for you, if you are afraid, it doesn’t matter if you don’t tell me.”

"Brother-"

As if excited by these words, the 15-year-old boy in front of him raised his heavy head, and said with a faint expression in his eyes: "I, I have something to show you—"

After finishing speaking, Yang Zhao turned around and went to the bookshelf behind him. He took out countless books from the most inconspicuous place, revealing a long box that was hidden behind. Take out a scroll.

After Yang Zhao slowly unfolded and looked at Yang Che, Yang Che stepped forward. After he saw the figure of a graceful lady on the scroll, blending into the hibiscus flowers, although he couldn't see the eyebrows, he could faintly see the beauty of the person in the painting , the affection of the painter.

With a sound of "Puchi", when Yang Zhao was nervous, Yang Che on the side laughed out loud, and then patted Yang Zhao on the shoulder and said, "Okay, let me tell you why he looks so out of his mind and mysterious. If you have someone you like, tell me which girl it is, and I will ask Aye for a marriage for you."

After all, Yang Che also said seriously: "Speaking of which you are sixteen, it's time to start a family and start a career—"

"No, no bro—"

Just when Yang Che looked like he was going to make plans for Yang Zhao, Yang Zhao turned red with anxiety, and waved his hands in embarrassment: "This, I didn't draw this."

"Not you?"

Hearing this, Yang Che looked at the shy and anxious Yang Zhao in surprise, and then looked down at the picture scroll on the case.

Speaking of which, the hibiscus flowers and rockery on this scroll seem somewhat familiar, as if they are the hibiscus garden in the Daming Palace——

"On the day when the Shangguan family rebelled, my brother was ordered by His Majesty to enter the palace to protect the emperor. Aye asked me to lead my troops to surround the Linzi palace while the king of Bohai County was leaving the palace with the emperor—"

Speaking of this, Yang Zhao looked at Yang Che who frowned slightly and turned his head, vaguely recalling the scene of that day, and said: "These are the traces that I was ordered to look for in the Linzi Palace that day, to see if the Linzi King had secretly communicated with the Shangguan family. It was found secretly."

Seeing that Yang Che's eyebrows became more and more serious, Yang Zhao's voice could not help but lower and lower timidly: "In order not to let the people of Linzi Palace find out, I quietly found a copy when the soldiers were searching, this is the one I copied. It turns out that the copy is still in Chen Zhiyan's study in the Linzi Prince's Mansion."

Hearing what Yang Zhao said, Yang Che picked up the scroll, looked at it carefully for a moment, then turned his head and said, "What's wrong with this painting?"

Hearing Yang Che's doubts, Yang Zhao thought for a while, after a long silence, he finally spoke out what was in his heart.

"There's nothing wrong with this painting, it's just that I think the people in this painting seem familiar, so—"

Yang Che keenly grasped the point of Yang Zhao's words, raised his eyebrows and said, "Like who?"

"Like, like a princess—"

In the low to negligible response, Yang Che raised his head in astonishment, almost as if he hadn't expected it at all, and once again took the scroll closer and looked more closely.

"I happened to see this dress worn by the Crown Princess, but I was afraid that I remembered it wrongly or misunderstood it, but on the field today, I saw that the Crown Princess looked like the person in this painting. , there is a cinnabar mole on the back of the right hand—”

Noticing that Yang Zhao's voice was getting weaker and trembling, Yang Che became calmer and quieter.

I see--

Therefore, when Chen Zhiyan led troops to guard Chang'an to the gate of the inspection ground in the suburbs of Beijing under the emperor's instruction, he secretly guarded their Taiwei's mansion with his own guards.

At that time, he thought that Chen Zhiyan was ordered to monitor, and wanted to wipe out the Yang family immediately after he succeeded.

Thinking about it now, he actually thought too much, too deeply——

Chen Zhiyan, the former King of Bohai County, and Yang Baoying, the current Crown Princess, unexpectedly met between them——

"Brother, brother—"

Under Yang Zhao's urgency, Yang Che came back to his senses, and seeing his anxious look, he said in a serious voice, "Did you tell others about this?"

"No, I didn't, this matter was originally my guess, and it was related to the prince and princess, I dare not—"

Hearing Yang Zhao's words, Yang Che nodded, and praised: "You are right. There is no conclusion on this matter, but it involves a lot, so don't talk about it in the future."

After all, Yang Che under the lamp went back to the past, and said very seriously: "As long as you have never told me about this matter today, and you have never seen this painting, only in this way will you not be involved again You, and Jieyu, understand?"

When he heard that his mother was involved, Yang Zhao turned pale, nodded in fear and said, "I know, I know, I will never tell others again."

"This painting, bro, take it away, burn it, or throw it away, I, I—"

Seeing Yang Zhaoshi waving his hands at this painting like a hot yam, even the serious Yang Che couldn't help but suppress his smile, put away the painting and said, "Okay, then give this painting to me."

After chatting for a while, Yang Zhaocai reluctantly sent Yang Che to the gate of the courtyard in person. When he saw that figure gradually disappearing into the dark night, Yang Zhaocai turned around heavily, and the smile on his face froze for a moment and disappeared.

He has done what he should and can do, such an obvious hint that his good brother will not let him down.

Looking up at the bright moon trying to break through the clouds in the night sky, Yang Zhao smiled innocently and harmlessly.

Let's fight, let's fight fiercely, now that Yang Jin is dead, who should be next?

In the silence, the bottom of Yang Zhao's looking up eyes brushed a never-before-seen indifference and coldness.

It has to be said that Mrs. Li was really cruel and merciless, she actually dared to shoot Yang Jin into a hedgehog in front of Yang Chongyuan, and died one step away from the crown prince.

It was such a pity that he couldn't help but sigh.

The talented Yang Jin is dead, Yang Yan is just a pedantic and soft-hearted trash, and Yang Zhen is even worse than a trash. There is only one Yang Che, although he is still a bit of a city, but he is self-willed and eager for quick success.

When Yang Che removes the person who should be removed for him, and prevents the risk of taking the heirloom for him, he can strike in the back and let his mighty son feel the unwillingness and pain of being on the verge of failure at the last step.

　Feeling: Yang Zhao can be regarded as an advanced player pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)