Yuan Qing has always been a calm person and will not lose his rationality easily. He was twenty-five years old in his previous life and had more than a thousand years of historical knowledge. So he was old and mature at a young age. He seemed extraordinary in both his knowledge and his work. That's why he was valued by his grandfather Yang Su, and even Gao Bing praised him.

But his calmness does not mean that he has no blood. Dragons have reverse scales. When people violate the reverse scales of dragons, dragons will kill the world with blood. Yang Yuanqing also has reverse scales. His reverse scales are the adopted mother who raised him for seven years and the sister who grew up with him.

Whoever dares to hurt them will slaughter the Yang Mansion like a dragon, and kill both humans and ghosts.

Yuan Qing's eyes were blood red. He flew along a high wall and appeared thirty steps away. He watched the kitchen collapse and saw his aunt falling from the air and being covered by a net. Dozens of wolves and tigers pounced on her weak body and punched her. He also saw someone holding her down with a lewd smile on his face.

Yuan Qing was furious. He roared and jumped off the wall, like an angry lion rushing into the crowd.

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Dozens of servants heard his sharp whistle and turned around and raised the iron rod, but they were facing a young and powerful general who had just become a martial arts master.

The hard work of Yuanqing in the fifth year and Zhang Xutuo's magic foundation building of him were fully demonstrated at this moment. The first black-clad servant saw Yuanqing bare hands and looked like a young man. He went up to curse and swung the iron rod and smashed it with a stick.

Yuan Qing grabbed the iron rod in the air, turned into a knife and slashed at his throat. The servant fell to the ground in a muffled voice, shrinking into a ball, unable to even scream.

Yuan Qing took off the iron stick in his hand, and saw fifty or sixty people holding swords and dancing rods and pounced towards him. He roared and rushed into the crowd. He heard a series of screams and broken bones. He swung the iron stick like a tiger entering a flock of sheep and rushed among the servants. The iron stick next to him was broken bones and broken tendons, and his head was broken and bloody.

In an instant, more than 30 people were knocked over and rolled on the ground in pain and wailed. Yuan Qing had already rushed to the gate of the courtyard. Several servants near the gate of the courtyard were so scared that they turned around and ran away.

Yang Xiongyuan was furious. He picked up the iron stick and rushed forward, blocking the hospital door, "Boy, you are too arrogant!"

He swung his stick and hit him on the head. The stick was heavy. Yuan Qing flashed and beat him back. This was the second "chasing electric power" in Zhang Xutuo's thirteen sword techniques. The iron rod was as fast as lightning and was unparalleled. Yang Xiongyuan was shocked and could not dodge. The iron rod was hitting his left arm. He heard a broken bone sound. Yang Xiongyuan screamed and turned over and fell to the ground.

Yuan Qing kicked him away, rushed into the yard, swept across the yard, Yang Xiongyuan claimed to be the number one master of the Yang Mansion, but was knocked down by a stick, frightened the servants and retreated one after another. When Yuan Qing rushed into the yard, they were so scared that they shouted, rolled and crawled to both sides, and no one dared to come forward to stop them.

At this time, Niu Niu also arrived. Although her light skills were higher than Yuan Qing, the potential that Yuan Qing burst out in crisis made her unable to reach her. In an instant, Yuan Qing threw more than twenty steps away. By the time she arrived, Yuan Qing had already opened a bloody road.

When Yuan Qing saw Niu Niu arrive, he winked her. He held an iron stick to guard the aunt who lived on the ground, staring at the surrounding servants like a wolf. No one in the forty servants in the yard dared to move.

Niu Niu picked up the dagger on the ground, quickly cut off the rope net, and rescued her mother. Shen Qiuniang was beaten very hard. She blocked her head with her arm, but the clothes on her arm were torn, and the exposed parts of her arms were covered with black green. She was disheveled under the moonlight, and there were dazzling blood on the corners of her mouth.

Although my aunt was beaten, she did not suffer any more harm, which made Yuan Qing relieved. At this time, he gradually calmed down and began to think about the causes and consequences of today's emergency. Things would not come for no reason. It was very likely that Manager Ma went to file a lawsuit.

He suddenly felt a pain in his back, and he was stabbed in the melee. He quickly picked up a black suit and put it on, not wanting his aunt to see his back wound.

Just then, a light appeared outside the yard, and someone shouted, "Old lady is here!"

A large group of people surrounded the tall and fat He Ruoyun Niang and appeared at the door, and her eagle-like gaze stabbed Yuan Qing fiercely.

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At the same time when Yuan Qing fought, Yang Su's carriage slowly drove into the Wubenfang. Today he returned home late because he discussed the emergency military affairs of the Turkic Emperor with the emperor.

Yang Su leaned against the wall of the car, half-squinted her eyes thinking about what happened today. Yuan Qing actually saved the emperor. It can be seen that the emperor liked Yuan Qing very much. When he saw him in the imperial study, he actually clearly proposed that Yuan Qing inherit him.

The emperor could not have known that Yuan Qing was a concubine's son. He knew that he would say this, which only means one thing. The emperor liked Yuan Qing.

Yang Su has been an official for decades, and of course he knows what it means to be favored by the emperor, which means that the Yang family can continue to flourish.

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This happened today surprised him and was very excited.

Yang Su is almost sixty years old and is about to know the destiny. At his age, the most considered family future is. His eldest brother Yang Yue, second brother Yang Shen, his four sons Xuan Gan, Xuan Zhuo, Xuan Cong, Ji Shan, including him and his two younger brothers' grandsons, none of them can surpass him, and even be on par with him.

Although the Xuangan brothers are not playboys, they are both literary and martial, and they are not bad, but they are by no means outstanding talents and can only be mediocre. If he goes west, how many years can the Yang family last?

The emperor may only spend half an hour with Yuan Qing. As an emperor, he will not easily draw any conclusions on a person, but the emperor said what he said to let Yuan Qing inherit him. What does this mean?

This certainly shows that the emperor loved Yuan Qing, but Yang Su's years of experience in officialdom told him that the emperor expressed it to him not only this meaning. This was the emperor who was implying that he was very disappointed with the Yang family and looked down on his son. This made Yang Su feel a deep crisis and a concern for the future of the family from another perspective.

Although Changsun Yang Jun is not bad, he alone cannot support the entire Yang family.

This is what Yang Su is most worried about, and he has been anxious about it for several years.

The appearance of the sanctum Yang Yuanqing seemed to lit a bright lamp on the road to the dim Yang family. Today, the emperor turned on the golden words, which undoubtedly gave him a reassurance.

If we talk about feelings or family ethics, he would rather hope that Xuangan's legitimate son Yang Jun replace Yuan Qing. After all, Yang Jun stayed with him for a longer time. After all, this is a world with the eldest son. Yang Jun is also very talented. At the age of fifteen, he studied under Wang Long, a great scholar of the Imperial College, and was highly praised.

While observing Yuan Qing in recent years, Yang Su was also carefully cultivating his legitimate grandson Yang Jun. To a certain extent, Yang Su hoped that Yuan Qing could become Yang Jun's assistant. Yang Jun used his literary style, Yuan Qing used his martial arts, and used his martial arts to help the Yang family maintain prosperity for another fifty years.

But what happened at noon today suddenly made Yang Su realize a key issue, and it was also one he had always ignored, that is, the Holy Will. No matter how talented Yang Jun is, it would be useless if the Holy Lord doesn't like him.

The holy will is the will of heaven.

Yuan Qing hunted because of poverty and met the emperor because of hunting. It seemed as if it was destined. God was telling him that Yuan Qing's appearance in the Yang family was God's will.

How could Yang Su go against the will of heaven? Even the emperor doesn’t care that he is a concubine’s son, so what else do he care about?

At this time, the carriage had already reached the west outer courtyard of Yang Mansion. A black shadow ran to the distance. A child of the Yang family stumbled and ran to report, "Clan leader, fight!"

The Yang family's children interrupted Yang Su's thoughts in horror. He ordered unhappily, "Stop!"

When the carriage stopped, he opened the curtain and asked unhappily: "What's the fight?"

"It was in the West Outer Courtyard where the servants caught a slave, the wet nurse of the concubine Yuanqing. It was said that the old lady ordered it. As a result, Yuanqing and the servants started fighting and injured dozens of people. Even Yang Xiongyuan was broken by his arm."

Yang Su was shocked and quickly got up and got out of the carriage, "Take me there!"

He picked up his robe and walked quickly, and asked the Yang family's child again, "What happened?"

"Report to the patriarch, I heard that the old lady wanted to give Yuanqing's wet nurse to Manager Ma. Yuanqing's wet nurse refused to obey, so the inner mansion came to force the arrest of people. Yuanqing's wet nurse was protected, and the fight started."

"Barewell!" Yang Su's face turned extremely pale.

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The atmosphere in the yard was severe, and the two sides were confronting each other in hostile confrontation.

On one side is He Ruoyun Niang, the mistress of Yang's mansion. The power in the mansion is supreme and dominates the fate of all slaves. Nearly sixty people surrounded her.

On the other side is a ten-year-old son of the Yang family and two humble servants and daughters. The family stood silently on the ruins of the demolished kitchen.

The Yang family members were surrounded in the distance. Although they were full of sympathy for the Shen family and daughter and Yuan Qing, under the tyranny of He Ruoyun Niang, no one dared to persuade him.

"Are you still a member of the Yang family?"

He Ruoyun Niang looked at Yuan Qing coldly, her tone as cold as it was accumulated in thousands of years.

At this time, for Yuan Qing, family ethics, elders and inferiors were trampled by him like the collapsed rubble on the ground. He only wanted to do one thing now and protect his relatives. Even if the Heavenly King forced him, it would be useless.

His mind was clearer at this time than ever. Once he succumbed to the family, what kind of tragic fate would his aunt and sister suffer once he put down his weapons?

He would rather be expelled from the Yang family than let his relatives be hurt at all, but he did not want to be reckless. He would make certain concessions while protecting the bottom line.

"Of course I am a child of the Yang family, but I also want to protect my wet nurse and sister. I have no intention of challenging your dignity. If you let them go, I will bear all the consequences!"

Yuan Qing took out the slave contract and handed it to Shen Qiuniang, "Aunt, this is your slave family certificate. You will go to the county government tomorrow to change your family."

Shen Qiuniang shook her head and smiled sadly, "Yuan Qing, it's useless."

He Ruoyun Niang sneered, "It seems you are not confused. The one who is confused is my grandson. He thought that the county government would change your book with those two broken papers? It's so naive."

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Chapter completed!