(Thank you liujunliu for your support, thank you, please vote!) Ganlu Hall of Daxing Palace. Yang Jian asked Wang Hai: "Where is the prince?" "Back to your majesty, the prince entered Jinzhou yesterday and will arrive in Taiyuan in a few days." Yang Jian frowned, a little dissatisfied with Yang Yong's marching speed, leaving Beijing so quickly Why did it take so many days to arrive in Jinzhou? The prince took the initiative to lead the troops this time. Yang Jian was still very happy, especially when it was revealed that the king of Jin was involved in the assassination of the emperor's grandson and there were serious suspicions. Yang Jian had to After replacing Yang Guang, the marshal of the Northern Expedition, Yang Yong took the initiative to step forward and ask for orders, which solved a big trouble for him. But the prince's march was so slow now that he had to wonder if the prince was afraid of war, so he marched so slowly every day. "Is there any news about Chang Sun Sheng? What's going on with Tu Li?" Yang Jian asked again. Changsun Sheng was the official in the imperial court who was most familiar with the situation of the Turks, and he was also very good at archery. He had killed two birds with one stone, sent many missions to the Turks, and had a high prestige among the Turks. Yang Jian also sent Changsun Sheng to Mobei this time, asking him to contact Tuli. As the envoy of the Sui Dynasty, he was responsible for liaison with Tuli and asked Tuli to cooperate with the Sui Dynasty's Northern Expedition to deal with Datou and Dulan. . Yang Jian is very concerned about Tuli, his ally and son-in-law. Tuli is located in Mobei, north of Dulan and east of Dulan. As long as they cooperate well, they can greatly contain the troops of Datou and Dulan. If necessary, When the time comes, you can raid the two people's lair, so that they don't dare to go south easily. It's just that Chang Sun Sheng sent out for so long, but no news came back. This made Yang Jian very worried. Tu Li was an important force. If there was no such force in this war, the Sui army's offensive power would be greatly weakened. "Xumi seems to have arrived in Taiyuan." Uneasy, Yang Jian simply dropped his pen. No longer reviewing the memorial, he asked about Yang Lin's situation. Yang Lin's march was very fast. We arrived in Taiyuan the day before yesterday. The prince left Beijing on the same day as him, but he had just arrived in Jinzhou, but Yang Lin arrived in Taiyuan yesterday, a journey of several days. "Yes, Your Majesty, maybe today the grandson has passed Jingxing and reached Zhending." Wang Hai replied with a smile. "Why, Xumi didn't send any memorial back today?" On Yang Lin's march, every day he would send a memorial back to Beijing to present to him. Sometimes it was about strategic arrangements, and sometimes it was just about some rumors along the way. Sometimes we would also talk about current affairs, or things like the court system. Although the things they talk about are always different, Yang Jian likes to read Sun Tzu's memorials very much. Each memorial has something to say, especially the memorials are always written in a very special way, using a brand-new format, without any gorgeous, empty and useless embellishments. , always get straight to the point, and then make statements like one, two, and three. Sometimes there are even tables with specific data, and sometimes even illustrations, and some are just simple drawings. A few simple, sometimes quite complex color paintings, and occasionally some beautiful scenery. Yang Jian likes these paintings very much. I especially like some of the landscapes from various places painted by Sun Tzu, as well as the real conditions in the market villages. The paintings are all very real, just look at the paintings. It's like being there and seeing it in person. Yang Jian rarely left Beijing. After becoming emperor, he usually went to Renshou Palace in the west of Beijing. During the disaster years, he went to Luoyang for meals. The furthest he went was to Mount Tai. But when he travels, he always travels in large groups, with full guards of honor. The place is well prepared, with loess paving the roads and clear water splashing on the streets. It is difficult to see the real worldly conditions and people's lives. Yang Lin's paintings made him see this. Yang Lin seemed to be his eyes, painting the real things that he couldn't see and showing them to him. He especially likes Yang Lin's painting method. There are no various rendering techniques. It is just copying things and reproducing them realistically. Although some painters criticize it for being too tacky and craftsmanship, Yang Jian likes it. It allows him to see A kind of reality. It¡¯s just that today¡¯s memorial has not come yet, not even yesterday. Yang Jian¡¯s face was full of suspicion and he didn¡¯t know what happened to Yang Lin. "How is Prince Jin these days? Do you have any complaints in the mansion?" Yang Jian thought of his second son Yang Guang again, who had been under seclusion in the mansion for some time. Wang Hai replied seriously: "According to the reports from people over there, King Jin danced swords, read books, and wrote every day in the palace. He had no complaints and his performance was very ordinary." Yang Jian frowned, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes. Suspicious, he felt that his second son's performance was a little too calm and plain. He was temporarily changed in command, was involved in an assassination case, and was placed under house arrest. Such a big change had occurred, especially when he believed that Yang Guang was not the real murderer behind the so-called assassination suspicion. But Yang Guang's current position His calm reaction made him feel that his son was a little too plain, and even thought that he was acting. This made him feel very unhappy, and even thought of Yang Guang's consistent performance over the years. Could it be that he had been acting, and everything, virtuous, filial, and wise, were all illusions he performed, just pretending? Just when he was thinking quietly, there was suddenly a sound outside?Footsteps. "Your Majesty, a memorial has arrived for His Majesty the Emperor Taisun!" The voice of the report interrupted Yang Jian's reverie. When he heard that the memorial from his grandson had arrived, a smile appeared on his face, "This boy, I thought he was no longer here." "I'm willing to write a memorial to this old man." "I guess it was delayed by the snow on the road." Wang Hai couldn't help but chuckled when he saw the emperor showing such a rare smile. The memorial was presented to Yang Jian. He took it with a smile and opened it eagerly. He wanted to see what rumors the emperor had recorded for him today and what paintings he had painted. As a result, he flipped through the memorial and just took a second look. , his smile began to condense, and then his face became darker and darker as he looked at it. Finally, his two brows were raised, like two swords unsheathed, and the cold air was pressing. By the time he saw the end, Yang Jian was already furious. He slapped the imperial case with a heavy palm, and his chest could not help but rise and fall violently. "I'm so angry. There's no one who is so carefree, presumptuous, and bold!" The emperor was suddenly furious. The maids of fire who had been happy because the emperor was happy just now were stunned. They knelt down one after another without daring to raise their heads. , some timid ones even trembled all over, fearing that the emperor would be angry and angry at them. Even Wang Hai, the chamberlain who had been following the emperor, felt uneasy. After a long time, he whispered: "Your Majesty, please calm down. Don't get angry." "Calm down, how did I calm down? Look, you Look, this unfilial son wants to make me angry to death." Yang Jian swept the memorial to the ground. Wang Hai stepped forward and carefully picked up the memorial. Since the emperor asked him to read it, he read it boldly. At first glance, he was also scared and pale. The content on this is really astonishing. The emperor's grandson reported that Yang Liang, the king of Han Dynasty, conspired to assassinate him. He first sent people to Jingxing, which was the only way to pass, to arrange troops and horses to prepare for an ambush. Then he happened to want to get to Huaihuang early and take charge of the defense of the east road, so he took the north road instead. As a result, Yang Liang's men failed and immediately rushed to Tianmen Pass to set up an ambush. Taisun was unprepared and was led into the pass. The other party sent 500 soldiers and horses to ambush Taisun in the pass. Taisun had to fight to the death to protect him, and he defeated the Tianmen Pass rebels and survived. However, Yang Liang's people did not give up and wanted to mobilize the troops and horses in Taiyuan City. Fortunately, Taisun shot back and planned to capture the thieves and the king. Finally, they captured a group of rebels, stabilized Taiyuan's troops and horses, and controlled the city. situation. What this memorial says is really shocking, but Taisun wrote the whole thing in detail and clearly, and appended a lot of evidence, so this thing is absolutely correct. Otherwise, His Majesty the Emperor only needs to send someone to investigate later, and the matter will come to light. Now Taisun believes that it was the King of Han who planned and commanded, and with these evidences, there is no mistake at all. Wang Hai was extremely shocked. The king of Jin was involved in the assassination and had not yet been found out. In the blink of an eye, another king of Han came. And unlike the King of Jin who was only indirectly suspected, the assassination this time was quite obvious and even more shocking. He actually mobilized the army to ambush. This is simply audacious, but it is true that only a spoiled prince like the King of Han would do this. Something like this happens. It is estimated that the emperor believed what Taisun said just now and concluded that it was indeed the King of Han who did it. "Where is Yang Liang now?" Yang Jian shouted angrily. "Your Majesty, the King of Han is now at the throne." Wang Hai replied. "Bashang? Why is he still in Bashang? Didn't he leave Beijing half a month ago? How come he hasn't left thirty miles in half a month?" Yang Jian asked angrily. "I heard that the King of Han was infected with wind and cold after leaving the capital, so he stayed in Bashang to recuperate and could not go to Jingzhou to take office immediately." Yang Jian did not believe this at this time. He guessed that Yang Liang must have stayed in Bashang to command the ambush. The emperor's grandson had never even thought of going to Jingzhou to take up his post. "This traitor, please convey my decree immediately, mobilize the left guard and horse, and go to Lord Ba to capture the traitor and bring him back to the capital!" The assassination was once carried out on the street in the middle of Beijing. Now, not long after, troops and horses were mobilized to ambush him. This is simply lawless. The assassination was obvious this time, and Yang Liang could not clear away the suspicion at all. This made Yang Jian reflect on the previous assassination, and felt that the case for which no evidence had been found was probably done by the King of Han. He had wronged the King of Jin. This bastard Yang Liang was really rebellious. After sitting there and breathing heavily for a while, Yang Jian calmed down a little. He hesitated for a long time and finally said: "In accordance with the decree, Yang Hong, the king of Hejian, is appointed as the acting general manager of Jingzhou and will immediately go to Jingzhou to take office. In addition, King Yang of Jin Guang, I will leave Beijing to take office in Bingzhou immediately. I will also order Dali Temple, Yushitai and the Ministry of Justice to select and deploy personnel and go to Bingzhou to thoroughly investigate the case of the assassination of the emperor's grandson by the Bingzhou army!" Yang Jian issued several decrees in one breath. Wang Hai stood aside silently, knowing in his heart that another turbulent wave had come, and a big storm was about to begin again. (To be continued)