It was raining heavily, water vapor filled the mountains, roads, wind mixed with raindrops and blew into the noisy tea shed. In the shouts of the shop guys, Lu Liangsheng put down half of the cake, wiped off the crumbs from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Yang Su who was drinking tea from the opposite side.

There was also a swordsman next to him, so he used secret techniques to call the other party.

"Duke of Yue, are you here to find me?"

The sound of the Dharma was heard. Yang Suyin was so comfortable that he put the empty bowl on the table. Then he bowed to Lu Liangsheng, and also used the sound of the Dharma, saying, "Of course, in Chang'an City, there is no time to go out for a walk."

"What's the matter with me?"

Hearing this, Yang Su suddenly raised his hand and slapped the table, "Hurry up, the national sect will follow me back to Chang'an, Your Majesty wants to see you."

On the side, the Taoist looked back at the bookshelf quietly placed behind the old donkey, and turned around: "The emperor said he would meet him as soon as he wanted. With a word from above, the legs of the people below would be broken."

He sneered, picked up the bowl and took a bite.

"If I want to say this, just go back slowly. Anyway, the sky is high and the road is long, so the emperor should understand."

The Green Forest Swordsman sitting on the other side of the table looked at the three people in front of him without saying anything, just eye contact, as if he was snatching a code word, and you could tell at a glance that there was something strange inside.

Subconsciously, he reached out to hold the weapon leaning against the table. When he held the hilt, his hand seemed to be electrocuted and bounced off the hilt. He raised his face in horror. Looking beside him, the old man with white beard turned around, smiled at him, and continued to look at the scholar opposite him.

Oh, I'm afraid I'm not meeting a monster.

He picked up his weapon, got up and ran, stuffed a few cents to the guy he ran into, and was wet with the continuous autumn rain outside, and in a blink of an eye it went into the rain curtain.

On this side, around the table, three people looked at each other silently. After the swordsman left, there was no one else. Yang Su then spoke, his voice a little low.

"If you move slowly, I'm afraid that Your Majesty will not wait for the National Master to go back."

Lu Liangsheng frowned, and his originally relaxed expression subsided.

"What happened to your Majesty?"

"Two days ago, Your Majesty suddenly fainted in Renshou Palace." Yang Su talked about what happened in the palace outside Chang'an City, and then used spells to examine the emperor's kidneys and six internal organs.

"Your Majesty was too hard to pacify Northern Qi in his early years. Prime Minister Ren tried his best. Now he is tired and sick. Including the demon star, the two things of the corpse demon are piled up together, and his body collapses. He fell ill in Renshou Palace and dared not show off. So he asked me to come to find fellow Taoists and go back to the palace first."

Sun Yingxian, who originally wanted to squeeze in, swallowed his words and smacked his lips: "He's a good emperor."

Over there, after hearing these words, Lu Liangsheng tightened his hands tightly, pursed his lips, and for a moment, he took out the money to pile it on the table, took the remaining cakes, and said to the two of them: "Let's go, don't let Your Majesty wait for a long time."

Then he walked out of the tea shed silently, untied the reins from the wooden stake, and used a magic trick to shelter from the rain, leading the old donkey to the road. The Taoist came out with an oil-paper umbrella, jumped onto the donkey's back, and sat with the scholar.

In the bookshelf, Taoist Toad yawned and pushed open the small door a little bit, "Liangsheng, what's the matter in a hurry? What are you doing when your teacher hasn't eaten yet?!"

I faintly saw the old donkey reach out and bounced up the electric light. I quickly closed the door and touched the rope to tie it to my waist.

Outside the tea shop, Yang Su also put on a hat and strode out, turned over the horse, and strangled over the horse's head to the side: "Then I will be with the national teacher."

Just as he raised his hand, before he finished speaking, the old donkey whistled, raised his hooves, and kicked off the mud on the ground, and his body disappeared into the rain.

"Go back to Chang'an together."

Yang Su said the last words, and the people and donkeys were shining with blue and white lightning, and he had gone far away. He hurriedly used a spell, grabbed the horse's belly and ran wildly.

Wow

Water splashed everywhere, Lu Liangsheng lowered his back, and the mountains, forests, roads, and rain curtains were extending back quickly. He shook the reins and shouted in a low voice: "Old donkey, hurry up!"

Son

The donkey's hooves wrapped in lightning gradually became thicker, and the limbs that were moving wildly gradually rose. As the short donkey's body ran, dark scales appeared, and the row of manes that were stroking the back of the neck also turned into lush lion's mane and spread in the wind.

As the electric flowers flashed, the dragon's head raised its antler and roared towards the rain curtain connecting the sky and the earth.

"How~"

The thunder sounded like a long roar, and the body of the beast turned into a blue and white lightning. In the shaking bookshelf, the toad Taoist was holding the purple gold gourd and dragging the rope around his waist. He bulged his cheeks with anger, up and down, left and right.

"I just knew it was like this, good boy, and he was slower."

Sun Yingxian, who was tightly pressing his back, covered his head with one hand, and his bun was spread out in the wind blowing towards him. He listened to the whimpering sound of the wind in his ears, squinted his eyes and said he was vague.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In the wilderness, a ball of lightning was blooming with two people carrying bookshelf, crossing mountains and ridges, crossing forests and rivers, riding far away

The lead-green rain gradually stopped westward, and white clouds swam across the sky lightly. The bright morning sun shone under the prosperous Chang'an, following the clouds, pushing the edges to the imperial city and the palace, reflecting the reflection of glazed glass.

At this time, there was a voice in Xuanzheng Hall shouting in dissatisfaction.

"Father! Why is the position of Prince of the Son?!"

Yang Yong struggled hysterically in the hands of two eunuchs who came over, watching the crown on his head being removed, and roared to Longting.

"Father! Why, tell me why, and convince me!"

The figure sitting upright in the Longting raised his hand slightly and asked the guards who stopped Yang Yong to retreat. Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes and swept over the civil and military men in the hall who bowed their heads and didn't dare to show off. Then his eyes fell on his son with disheveled hair.

"You want to know? OK, I will tell you."

The voice paused, as if waiting for the strength to recover. For a moment, Yang Jian slowly stood up with the arm of one eunuch.

"If it were an ordinary family of officials, it would not be like this today, but your father is the emperor, and your future son will also become the emperor. For the emperor, you may be interested in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but if you have to carry the burden for the Sui State and the people, you cannot be obsessed with these things."

Yang Jian pursed his lips, walked to the red fence, slapped the posts violently, and was angry: "The world's nine provinces, the heroic lord, the wise lord, is not an emperor who drinks and waving his pen and ink all day long, and indulges in poetry. I cannot let the people of the country follow you to live a drunken life and dream and die!!!"

The words were like a heavy hammer, which made Yang Yong's chest feel stuffy, and he stumbled back a few steps away. He fell to the ground unsteadily, staring at his father who was as majestic as a mountain on the dragon court. His ears were filled with buzzing sounds. He vaguely saw his father's mouth moving, as if saying: "Abolish the prince's position and be demoted to Fangling King!"

Soon, the guards came up, raised the confused Yang Yong, and took him out of the hall.

On the Longting, watching his son being taken away, Yang Jian steadied his legs, looked at the court officials who were silent, and waved his robe sleeves powerlessly.

"You retreat too, no one is allowed to persuade you anymore. It's decided that the position of Prince is more suitable for you."

After repeated waves, Yang Jian was so strong that he walked down the Longting Court step by step, turned to the side hall, walked through the long eaves, and looked at the sun in the sky. The old man almost felt a headache. He covered his forehead and whispered: "Go and call King Jin to come over."

The steps he took to the eunuch's arms, and he frightened the nearby guards, and the palace maid eunuch who followed him panicked, carried the emperor and ran to the harem.
Chapter completed!