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In the center of the south square on the first floor of Mingyang Hall, under the arrangement of major officials of the Ministry of Rites, various sacrificial objects such as jade bi, jade gui, silk, sacrifice, etc. are placed on the round altar.

Around the square, the burning firewood piles were also jumping happily, making Mingyang Hall bright like daylight.

On the second floor of Mingyang Palace, the old emperor looked red with red light reflected by the red flames.

Not far away in front of him, a 15 or 16-year-old dressed royal boy was kneeling on the ground, saying in a tender and trembling voice: "Sun———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"Get up." The old emperor nodded and smiled, "Come, come to me."

"Thank you - Grandpa Emperor" Yang Li climbed up, looked at Yang Yong on the dragon chaise with timid eyes, and then walked over carefully.

"Tell me what Grandpa Emperor has learned in the past few days?"

"Li Ren, who has learned it in the Analects of Confucius." Yang Li lowered his head and replied in a low voice, his expression like a shy little girl.

"Yeah, okay" Yang Yong held Yang Li's little hand and said gently, "Don't be nervous, come on, carry it to Grandpa Emperor."

"Yes, Grandpa Emperor" Yang Li responded, then cleared his throat and meticulously carried it on his back.

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Just as Yang Li was carrying the Analects of Confucius on his back, a commotion suddenly sounded downstairs, and someone shouted loudly at the altar: "There is an assassin - protect the emperor quickly."

Hearing the sound, the old emperor who was immersed in listening to the book suddenly stood up from the dragon chaise, and his two turbid old eyes shot downstairs like sharp blades.

At this time, the altar downstairs was already extremely panicked. The civil and military people were bustling with each other, and some were panicked and sad to escape, while others were sharpening their knives and rushed towards the altar. Teams of bronze helmets and iron armor also ran forward with their swords soundly.

After a while, the shouting place was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. Although Yang Yong stood on a high place, he could not see clearly at this time, and he didn't know how many assassins were.

"Master, you'd better retreat first." President Shi persuaded him quietly, holding the whisk.

"What are the imperial guards doing? Someone sneaked in?" The old emperor shouted with a slight face, "Where is Chen Jian, ask him to see me."

"I'll go now," said General Manager Shi, after he said that, he hurriedly ran downstairs.

At this moment, the crowd at the altar downstairs slowly calmed down, and then a passage flashed out automatically. Then two or three men in black came out in bronze helmets and iron armor.

It seemed that the assassin must have been caught. Yang Yong felt relieved when he saw this, sighed inwardly, and sat back on the dragon throne with some weakness.

After a while, a sound of treading sounds sounded again at the stairs, and then the anxious voice of Prince Yang Cheng came from the stairs: "Father, Father, let's leave this place--"

The old emperor turned around and saw Prince Yang Cheng walking over with the corner of his robe in his right hand, suddenly no longer having the majesty that the prince used in the past.

When the old emperor saw this, he frowned and said in a deep voice: "What are you leaving?"

Prince Yang Cheng ran over in three steps and gasped: "Father, I just caught an assassin, and the name of the assassin was Tu Hu--"

The old emperor was quite puzzled when he heard this: "I confessed so quickly?"

Seeing that the old emperor misunderstood his meaning, Prince Yang Cheng quickly waved his hand and said, "No - no father, then Tu Hu is not an assassin-"

What a mess? The old emperor became more and more confused as he heard it. Just as he was about to curse, he suddenly saw two people coming up from the stairs on the second floor. The two of them were also eager. It was the Chief Shi and the Chief of the Imperial Guard who had just gone down - Chen Jian.

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Faming Temple, in Yang Xiao’s small room.

A dim candlelight swayed in the air like an elf.

At the head of the bed, a young man in white was sitting on the ground taking his pulse for Yang Xiao.

Qing'er, who was dressed in plain clothes, had beautiful eyes with tears in her eyes, and looked anxiously at the monk Hua who was sleeping sweetly.

After a moment, the boy let go of Yang Xiao's right hand, gently put him in the quilt, and slowly stood up.

"Li Pu, how about it?" Qing'er opened her red lips lightly, resisted the urge to cry, and asked softly.

"Let's go out and talk." Li Pu looked at Yang Xiao deeply and walked out first.

The two walked out of the small room, one in front and one behind, and came to the hall.

"What did you find out that something is abnormal?" Li Pu stopped, turned around and looked at Qing'er who was about to cry.

"In the car I came back, when Monk Hua was sleeping, I took his lower pulse for him and found that there seemed to be a dying breath in his body. Later, when he got out of the car, he fainted."

"Well, it was that dead aura that destroyed his body." Li Pu nodded, "I took my pulse for Brother Yang a few times when he was injured. No matter how much he was injured, his life function was still as lively as before."

"Did you win the Guiyuan Palm? What should I do?" Qing'er was so anxious that tears flowed down.

"Oh," Li Pu sighed long, "I don't know what the reason might be when my sister or grandpa comes."

"When will they come?"

"It's probably only a few days."

While the two were chatting, a serene sound suddenly sounded in Yang Xiao's wing room. Then he heard Yang Xiao's hoarse voice coming out.

"Sister Qing'er, when is it now?"

"Just just passed the Youth hour." Qing'er quickly wiped away the tears from her face and responded, then quickly walked towards the inner room.

Just as Qing'er was about to step into the threshold, she saw Yang Xiao standing up staggeringly. After seeing this, Qing'er felt a pain in her heart and hurriedly walked over to support him.

"Your injury has not healed, why don't you have to rest for a while?" Qing'er said softly, suppressing the sadness in her heart.

"Ha, the hour of You has passed, and you will not be able to see the Great Sui Dynasty worship ceremony if you sleep again." Yang Xiao said this and suddenly saw Li Pu who had just turned in from the door. He was overjoyed, "Hey, Little Li, why are you back?"

"Brother Yang, Sister Qin's injury is not serious, I'm back," Li Pu looked at Qing'er and explained quickly.

Nothing is more exciting than hearing this news. Although Yuan Tiangang used the jade Yin-Yang Pendant to resolve Sister Xiao Xiao's injuries, he is still worried.

"Brother Yang, when I came just now, Butler Fang said, "I asked you to go to Qin Mansion with Sister Qing'er to celebrate the Moon Festival."

"Haha," Yang Xiao smiled happily, "That's natural. I am now the son-in-law of Qin's mansion. I can save Qing'er's sister from taking a walk together, is it Qing'er's sister?"

"Yeah" Qing'er gently tapped her head and responded with a smile while holding Yang Xiao and walking out the door.

As soon as the three of them walked out the door, a red glow suddenly appeared in the horizon in the distance. The glow was colorful and dazzling as if thousands of flowers were blooming at the same time...

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