The emperor is dead again!

Yang Mo and Mrs. Wang looked at each other, and a sense of absurdity arose in their hearts.

I thought King Qing could last for three years, but Mrs. Wang thought he could not last for a year.

But the fact is that King Qing couldn't even hold on to the conversation between the two of them.

The throne of the Northern Sui Dynasty seems to be really evil.

Mrs. Wang, who was about to talk to Yang Mo about how to develop her strength in the next year, suddenly felt that the times had abandoned herself.

Yang Mo did not have this feeling. In his opinion, this era has never held him back, so how could he talk about abandoning him?

Fortunately, when Wang Kai went out just now, he told his subordinates not to get close to here, so there was no one outside the door.

Naturally, no one would not have discovered this man in black covered in blood.

The man in black had a knife wound on his body, and the blood had soaked his clothes, mixed with mud, making him look extremely embarrassed.

“Not dead yet…”

Yang Mo put his finger on his neck and felt his faint vitality.

While speaking, he picked up the man in the waist and put it on the bed with great strides.

Mrs. Wang closed the door and Yang Mo said, "Mrs. Do you have sharp knives and gauze for bandaging?"

"Squeak..."

Mrs. Wang did not speak, but opened a cabinet next to her. Yang Mo looked at it and was surprised.

There are neatly arranged sharp knives like scalpels in the cabinet, and there are some bottles, jars, and gauze.

The room I live in is so strange.

There are straw sandals, maps, and even treatment tools.

Yang Mo was naturally curious, but the man in black was in danger and he didn't have time to think about it.

He quickly stepped forward, picked what he needed, returned to the bedside, and slashed the man in black to tear the clothes, revealing his scarred chest.

Some are old injuries, some are new injuries.

There are also some injuries that have not healed and are now broken.

"This must be the death warrior that the lady just mentioned..."

While treating him, Yang Mo thought to himself: "When will I have such a dead soldier?"

There was no hesitation in his hands, and Mrs. Wang was a little surprised when she watched from the side.

Although she knew that Yang Mo had saved many victims in the dilapidated temple, she did not expect that the technique was so skillful.

Although the Xuanwu Gate incident came too suddenly, it was someone who had seen the world. After slowing down, Mrs. Wang slowly returned to peace.

She was not in a hurry, because from the beginning she discovered that Yang Mo and herself had received the news at the same time.

But the young man in front of him was only slightly surprised and he was very calm throughout the whole process.

Even the hands of the dead man who delivered the letter were very steady, and he did not tremble due to emotional tension or panic.

He is much better than himself.

My temper that I am so anxious whenever I encounter something will never be changed in my life.

When two people encounter problems, some people are not in a hurry, and the other one will not be too worried.

If both of them are anxious, no matter how small the matter is, it will be a big deal.

What's more, the old lady has been through ups and downs for a lifetime. She has been used to strong winds and waves. She is so terrible that she will be unable to disturb her mood after the incident.

"He is not a dead soldier, but my general."

The old lady doesn't like the word "death warrior" very much.

"This is my confidant in Chang'an, named Zhao Shan. His father was so old..."

Seeing that I couldn't help, I sat aside and introduced.

He raised his hand and gestured. Although Yang Mo did not see it, he could see that the old lady's hand was about to be placed three inches high on the table.

"Follow the refugees to Chang'an. Wang Kai was still holding his arms in his arms that year. Yang Ruyi had just become the emperor. When I was the most glorious in my life, I could ride a horse into the palace. Since the founding of the Northern Sui Dynasty, not many people were qualified to ride a horse into the palace. For women, I am the only one."

Mrs. Wang was leaning on a crutch, as if talking about home: "It can be regarded as the spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are fast, and I see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day..."

"It's to see it all, not to see it all."

Yang Mo kept resting in his hands, but he heard every word from Mrs. Wang in his heart.

"Yes, yes, yes, see all..." Mrs. Wang shook her head and smiled: "I am still a student in the literature department... It was the time when I was most proud. I just felt that the sky was big and the earth was so big that I let me break through. When I went down to court, I saw his father, who was small and thin as if he was a grasshopper. He threw himself in front of my horse and was almost kicked to death by the horse. He cried and said he wanted to sell himself to bury his father."

Mrs. Wang's tone was a little sad: "That is, Zhao Shan's grandfather, starved to death and had no money to bury him. He was forced to do so for three days. It was winter. I said, boy, go, go to the best coffin shop in Chang'an City, pick up a coffin for your father, and be buried in the scenery. You will follow me in the future. Is it OK?"

"His father hit the ground with one head..." Mrs. Wang choked and her eyes were wet: "From the age of thirteen to death forty-six, in thirty-three years, I sold my life to me. On the day of the marriage, I followed Wang Kai's father with a knife to chop people..."

"I was exhausted for the Wang family and gave birth to a young man. I was also a stubborn person. I didn't know what he said since I was a child. I asked him to be the manager and he was unwilling to take on his father's burden."

Mrs. Wang approached and grabbed Zhao Shan's hand, slowly stroked it, her eyes filled with tenderness: "I said before his father died that the most cost-effective business I have done in my life is a coffin that exchanges his father's lives, and his father said he made it himself."

"Yang Mo, you must have the army, but you must also have the loyal generals of your family. These are the capital for you to fight those people in Chang'an."

Yang Mo nodded, treated Zhao Shan's wound, and breathed a sigh of relief: "There is no fatal injury, it's just a long-distance raid, without eating or drinking, I'm so tired."

"Let him ease it first, and then send someone to feed him water and food. He will not be able to eat anything."

Yang Mo wiped his hands and sat down, picked up the note: "The Xuanwu Gate Incident happened after all."

"But this time, it was a bit unexpected."

When talking about the serious matters, Mrs. Wang also put away her sentimentality: "Yes, it was the emperor who died. I always thought it was one of the two brothers of the Li family."

"A few days ago, news came from Chang'an that the old thief Yan Song and Li Jiancheng were very close in private. Although I don't know what happened, I guessed that I was trying to get rid of the Li brothers by the Xuanwu Gate."

Yang Mo nodded: "I'm not hiding it from my wife. When I discussed with Li Bai a few days ago, I had similar ideas. It seems that we all want to go together."

"It's not that I want to go together, but that I'm using the Xuanwu Gate Incident is the best way to disrupt the relationship between the Li brothers. After all, this matter only needs to be believed by Li Jiancheng. Li Shimin can't beat Li Jiancheng now."

After Mrs. Wang said that, Yang Mo put the paper on the table and asked, "Madam, do you know that the second prince led the Xiliang army to station in Chang'an. Who is the commander of the Xiliang army?"

"Dong Zhuo..."
Chapter completed!