"So, in this case, officials and ministers from all over the country will not only not rebel against the Northern Sui Dynasty, but also show their loyalty. Whoever does not show their loyalty at this time will be regarded as an alien and will be rejected."

Yang Mo said carelessly.

The current situation is similar to the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty. The royal family has become a mascot. Everyone has a rebellious heart, but they dare not show it.

Everyone wants to take advantage of the political correctness of loyalty to the court and gain the most political capital in this incident.

This is also why Li Yuan immediately put his ideas on himself.

However, just now Ma Sanbao said that Li Yuan was also a little shaken after listening to Li Jiancheng's suggestion to rebel.

It seems that Li Shimin should have suggested kidnapping him.

It is rumored that Li Shimin has a good relationship with Li Xiuning and his brother?

Why did the first thing that came to my mind was to sacrifice my sister's lifelong happiness?

It seems that this Li Laoer is really the source of being the emperor.

Hello on weekdays, hello everyone, don’t hesitate when it’s time to be cruel at critical moments.

Well, you have to be more careful in the future and try not to provoke him.

The two of them had a conversation. By the middle of the afternoon, the rain had been a little lighter, but it was still very urgent, but it was not as dense as before.

Yang Mo made two straw raincoats and was the same size as the one on his body.

"It was indeed raining heavily today, and the old farmer said nothing."

When wearing the straw raincoat, Yang Mo did not mean to take it off, but instead deliberately missed that sentence.

Ma Sanbao was indeed deceived and asked, "What old farmer?"

"This morning, an old man met an old man at the market and asked me to make a straw raincoat. I said that such a good day, what kind of straw raincoat will be bought. He said that it would rain in the afternoon, but I didn't believe it. He bet with him that if there was rain, he would give him a strawcoat."

Yang Mo said seriously and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Ma Sanbao didn't doubt that he was there and laughed: "Son-in-law, you bet with the old man who farmed, so you will naturally not win. They just rely on the weather to make a living. They know the best whether there is rain or not."

"Yes, not only did I lose the bet, but I also took a straw raincoat. I won't say anything, I'll send it to someone."

"I'll accompany you..."

Before Ma Sanbao finished speaking, Yang Mo shook his head: "No, the old man lives in the Xia Street of Fenhewan, and said that if he wins, he will not want my straw raincoat and invite me to drink."

He patted the straw raincoat and smiled bitterly: "I can't drink either, I just chat with him. It's really a bit boring in the mansion on rainy days."

"Son-in-law, you go early and come back soon."

Ma Sanbao felt a little more favorable to Yang Mo who was willing to accept the loss of the bet. He reminded him and personally sent him out.

Watching Yang Mo wearing a straw raincoat disappear into the vast rain and fog.

Looking at the slowly disappearing figure, Ma Sanbao always felt an illusion.

I always feel that this son-in-law who is not good at speaking and has no ambition has hidden secrets in his lonely back, but no one tells him.

Yang Mo came to the market wearing a straw raincoat.

The market was closed at this time, and the originally noisy market was empty.

The raindrops in the Fen River were like falling, hitting countless water splashes. The entire Taiyuan City looked like a country of marina. There was only the rain curtain wherever it came into view.

He made a gourd wine in the tavern by the river, and put it on his waist.

Then he walked to a willow tree by the river and squatted down.

The rain slid down the straw raincoat, staring at the inn on the other side without moving.

Occasionally, I took a sip of wine to make people who accidentally see this place realize that this is not a bunch of straw, but I wondered in my heart: "There are people fishing in this kind of heaven."

After a long time, a short figure limped into the inn.

Yang Mo hung the gourd around his waist and moved his palms silently.

The sky slowly darkened, and the heavy rain still did not stop.

Clap, Clap, the raindrops outside the window hit the banana in the courtyard, and Li Xiuning tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

"Have he not come back yet?"

Turning my head, through the window from the gums, you can see the attic opposite, which is still dark.

"No, Brother Sanbao went out to find him and said that the old man invited him to drink, but I was afraid he couldn't drink too much."

Chunmei had just sent Ma Sanbao out to find him, so she answered immediately.

"Um..."

Li Xiuning looked at the dark attic and felt a sense of indescribable irritability in her heart.

In the past, the attic was always light before going to bed. I didn’t feel anything. Today I looked dark and couldn’t sleep.

Because what?

Are you used to it?

When did you get used to that candlelight?
Chapter completed!