Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

For a moment, Yang Zhao was silent, not knowing how to answer.

No matter how unpopular Yang Yong was, he was still his adoptive father after all.

Even his mother, Yuanshi, who had a hostile relationship with Yang Yong, was very sad for two years when she learned of Yang Yong's death.

It can be said that Yang Yong’s death was entirely due to the fact that Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo chose the wrong person.

To be honest, he is not a murderer.

The Royal Family is fucked.

After a pause, Yang Zhao said vaguely: "It shouldn't be strange..."

Chapter 355: The Difficulties of the Royal Family and the Emperor

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

In any case, Yang Zhao was once Yang Yong's first son. Even though Yang Yong was a rebellious prince and had been against Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo for many years, he still loved Yang Zhao for a while.

Children around them don't remember anything in the first few years after they are born.

But Yang Zhao is different.

Yang Zhao was a time traveler. He had no mystery in the womb. He could remember everything from the moment he opened his eyes at birth.

At that time, Yang Yong was like a big rebellious young man.

No matter what Yang Jian and Dugu Qieluo arranged, Yang Yong opposed it.

Even after Yang Zhao was born, Yang Yong openly maintained his extreme dislike for Yang Zhao. Even when he wanted to hug Yang Zhao, he would only do it in the middle of the night when no one was around.

Later, as Yang Zhao recorded more and more things, Yang Yong sent Yang Zhao to Kunlun Guangmingding.

Yang Zhao actually remembered that when he was leaving Daxing City by car, Yang Yong was secretly watching from thirty miles outside the city and even shed tears.

But the longer I stayed on Guangmingding, the more indifferent this family affection became.

After more than a decade, Yang Zhao's memory of Yang Yong was reduced to just a faint shadow.

It was not until this moment that Dugu Jialuo's trembling question stirred up waves in Yang Zhao's heart, and he recalled many things that he was about to forget.

It doesn’t matter whether you hate or not, and it doesn’t matter whether you blame or not.

Yang Zhao didn't know why Yang Yong, the legitimate crown prince of the Sui Dynasty, became a rebellious young man. There must be many secrets hidden by the royal family.

After a pause, Yang Zhao took a step forward, held Dugu Jialuo's trembling hand, and said, "Grandma, it's been a long time since the incident happened. In the end, we need to look forward."

As Yang Zhao spoke, Dugu Jialuo's tears suddenly fell.

Yang Zhao didn't say much. He supported Dugu Jialuo and walked to a stone table in the garden and sat down. They were both silent and let their emotions flow.

For quite a while.

Dugu Jialuo finally stopped crying. She no longer had that majestic, sharp, and domineering aura. Instead, she showed kindness and tenderness. With red eyes, she touched Yang Zhao's head with some trembling. Then she choked up again, put her hands together, and held Yang Zhao's hands.

"My dear grandson, promise grandma not to blame your grandfather."

"When the Sui Dynasty was first established, there were rebellions from the Xiongnu, Xianbei, Jie, Qiang, Di, Turks and other ethnic groups outside, threats from small countries formed by the remnants of the Jin Dynasty inside, and many aristocratic families pushing them from behind."

"Your grandfather has been fighting for most of his life, and he also had to stir up a fight between Yong'er and Guang'er, dividing the family. He must have felt very bitter in his heart."

"Yong'er is straightforward and likes to dwell on trivial matters, but he can't resist your grandfather's decision..."

As she spoke, Dugu Jialuo began to shed tears again.

As a member of the royal family, he had to watch his two sons fighting each other to the death for the so-called throne because of the division of the domestic aristocratic families.

There is no doubt that this is the cruelest thing for Dugu Jialuo as a mother.

But for the sake of the Sui Dynasty, Dugu Jialuo suppressed the pain in her heart and played the role of a jealous queen who favored her youngest son in front of people.

In fact, this is the truth about why Yang Jian was afraid of his wife.

It was not because Dugu Jialuo was a martial arts prodigy or had a powerful family, but because for the stability of the Yang family's dynasty, Yang Jian sacrificed the harmonious family relationship between Dugu Jialuo's two sons.

Yang Jian felt guilty towards Dugu Qieluo.

Listening to Dugu Jialuo's scattered narration, Yang Zhao felt deeply moved for a moment.

This is the real royal family.

The wiser the ruler is, the more sacrifices he makes in terms of love, family, etc.

On the contrary, foolish kings like Yang Guang and Zhao Ji lived a very carefree and comfortable life.

Damn, I am really not used to the imperial mentality of maintaining a balance in the court. The best option is to simply destroy it and rebuild it, and then suppress it all with the Huangji Zhenshi Bell.

Comforted Dugu Jialuo for a long time.

There was no longer any sense of strangeness between Dugu Jialuo and Yang Zhao, the grandfather and grandson, after being apart for more than ten years, and they got along more and more harmoniously.

We kept chatting until the sun was setting.

Dugu Jialuo had just stopped being excited, looked at Yang Zhao with a kind look, and said, "My dear grandson, why did you sneak back home to find your grandfather?"

Yang Zhao shook his head and said, "Grandma, it's not a big deal. I just have some questions in my heart that I want to ask Grandpa. It won't be a problem if I stop for a while."

Hearing Yang Zhao's words, Dugu Jialuo patted Yang Zhao's big hand lovingly.

Then Dugu Jialuo's face suddenly changed. She stretched out her hand and pulled out a sword-shaped hairpin from her head. She stabbed it suddenly towards the void above the garden with a look of resentment.

The fierce sword will pierced into the void like cutting tofu.

Then, a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe, a crown on his head, with a dignified appearance and noble air, walked out of the void in a panic with his teeth bared.

Although this middle-aged man's appearance was not as handsome as Yang Zhao, he was 50% similar to Yang Zhao.

However, the imperial majesty on this middle-aged man was much stronger than that on Yang Zhao.

Dugu Jialuo glared at Yang Jian fiercely and said, "Your Majesty, please have a good chat with your grandson. I will ask someone to go to the imperial kitchen to prepare some snacks. Tonight, the three of us will have dinner together."

Yang Jian did not dare to refute at all, and said with a flattering smile: "Madam is right, I will do as you say."

Seeing that Yang Jian had a good attitude, Dugu Jialuo glared at him, then said goodbye to Yang Zhaohao reluctantly and walked out of the garden.

After Dugu Jialuo left, the atmosphere between Yang Jian and Yang Zhao, the two grandfather and grandson, became tense.

For a long time.

Yang Zhao didn't wait for Yang Jian to speak, and said first: "Grandfather, you squatted in the void for a long time, are your legs numb?"

"Cough cough!"

Yang Jian almost swallowed a mouthful of tea and glared at Yang Zhao fiercely.

Yang Zhao was smiling playfully, but he was not afraid.

Yang Jian felt that it was pointless to put on airs in front of his grandson, so he softened his attitude, even hunched his shoulders, and sighed, "Alas, what's the point of having numb legs? It's your grandfather who has let your grandmother down. He ruined her mother-son relationship and destroyed her heart of Taoism. We, the Yang family, owe her that."

"Ever since your second uncle, that wicked son Yang Guang, ascended the throne, your grandmother hasn't spoken to me for several years. Over the years, your grandmother has lived alone in the palace, often sitting there in a daze. It's all my grandfather's fault..."

Chapter 356: The Yang Family's Talented Skills

In order to suppress and disintegrate the increasingly powerful aristocratic families, Yang Jian planned to fake his death and abdicate, and then have two dragons compete for the throne.

Yang Yong was the eldest son and the legitimate crown prince, so he had natural advantages and was supported by a large number of court officials.

Yang Guang was a clever man and seemed to be a man of great talent. With the indulgence of Yang Jian and the support of Dugu Qieluo, he had won over a large number of aristocratic families early on.

For Yang Jian, it didn't matter who won or lost between his two sons.

Anyway, they can use the fight for succession to get rid of a group of unpleasant clans.

However, neither Yang Jian nor Dugu Qieluo had expected that Yang Guang's usual courtesy, filial piety, resourcefulness and talent were all pretended, and that in his heart he was vicious, cruel, ambitious but incompetent.

It was just a carelessness.

Yang Guang actually took direct action and killed Yang Yong's entire family. He even launched a mutiny, rushed into the palace, and prepared to kill his father and take the throne.

The matter was done, and while Yang Jian felt extremely remorseful, he could only go with the flow and accept the fact.

However, because of this, Dugu Jialuo lost a son, and his cultivation, which had almost reached the ceiling level of a Martial Saint, began to regress. Cracks appeared in his heart of Taoism, making it difficult for him to make further progress.

So over the years, Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo lived separately.

Dugu Qieluo lived alone in the Daxing Palace.

Yang Jian was driven back to his hometown of Hongnong, and could only hide secretly in the void and sneak into the palace to see his old wife.

It can be said that if it were not for Yang Zhao’s appearance, Dugu Jialuo’s heart would have warmed up.

It’s unknown how long Yang Jian will have to suffer.

Looking at Yang Jian's red eyes and listening to his regret and confession, before he knew it, the sky had darkened.

Wait until Yang Jian's emotions calmed down a little.

Dugu Jialuo just carried the tray just right and returned to the garden.

As night falls, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, it is a rare good day.

After Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo were separated for several years, they finally had a chance to reconcile after Yang Zhao arrived.

Only Yang Zhao had a lot of complaints in his heart that he couldn't vent.

For several years, ever since he stepped into the limelight on Guangmingding, Yang Zhao has always been the one eating dog food for others. Unexpectedly, today, he would fall into trouble in front of his own grandparents.

Looking at the various dirty and love words that my grandfather said without any shame.

After three drinks.

Yang Zhao couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Grandfather, grandmother, your relationship has been reconciled and it's like a new marriage after a long separation. I won't bother you anymore. I'll come to see you again in two days."

When Yang Zhao said this, he looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

It was simple. If he lowered his head, Yang Zhao was afraid that he would see something he shouldn’t see. What if he got a stye?

Talking dirty and picking up girls, is this the innate skill of the Yang family?

Yang Jian was like this, and Yang Yong also had some abilities. I heard that Yang Guang became even more extravagant after he ascended the throne.

There is also the Tianbo Yang family of the Song Dynasty, which is also a branch of the Hongnong Yang family.

Yang Ye, the seven sons of the Yang family, and even those who were never born, such as Yang Kang and Yang Guo, were all good at picking up girls.

Eh!

It seems that in this old Yang family, I am the only pure white lotus left that has emerged from the mud without being stained.

After saying this, Yang Zhao was ready to break through the void and leave.

But at this moment, Dugu Jialuo pushed Yang Jian back and made him stagger, saying, "Why don't you stop your dear grandson quickly? You old man, you don't pay attention to the occasion at all."

"My dear grandson has doubts in his heart, so I came to you, an old man, to seek answers. If you delay my grandson's future, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life."

Yang Jian licked his face and said, "I will do as you please, Madam. I will do as you please, Madam."

As Yang Jian finished his words, a sense of martial arts truth of the convergence of yin and yang and the interaction of the two poles spread out, forming an invisible barrier. The yin and yang energies transformed, and the two poles interacted and repelled each other, with such powerful force that it actually forcibly closed the void passage that Yang Zhao had broken.

Even with Yang Zhao's current level of cultivation, he couldn't move at all in this Yin-Yang barrier.

Every time Yang Zhao struggled, the power of yin and yang was like a spring in a swamp, soft and hard at the same time. It seemed that the infinite power of chaos twisted everything and swallowed up and eliminated Yang Zhao's strength.

After settling Yang Zhao.

Yang Jian just sighed and said, "Madam, our good grandson is quite strong."

"My dear grandson, don't be anxious or upset. I haven't seen your grandmother for many years. We are very close and have a deep affection for each other. I just couldn't help myself for a moment. You, child, have no patience at all."

Yang Zhao looked up at the sky and said, "Grandfather, if I lower my head, I won't see anything that's offensive to the eyes, right?"

Yang Jian: “…”

Dugu Jialuo: "..."

Yang Jian is a handsome middle-aged man with extraordinary temperament, and Dugu Jialuo is also a beautiful middle-aged woman with lingering charm. They are in love with each other.

This eldest grandson must be blind, as he actually called this an eyesore.

Yang Jian was very angry, but Dugu Jialuo's face turned red when she recalled the previous scene.

After a while, the three of them sat down again.

Yang Jian took a sip of the imperial wine, looked at Yang Zhao unhappily, and said, "My dear grandson, tell me, what are your doubts?"