The eldest princess is obsessed with rebellion, but there are six male protagonists

Yang Boyi's sword had already reached the little girl's throat, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Who are you and who sent you?"

The little girl showed no fear even with the sword against her throat. She took out a letter from her bosom:

"I am Wutong, and I am here to deliver a letter to Master Yang, entrusted by an old friend. Master Yang, why don't you take a look at the letter first?"

He is courageous and a man of character.

Because of her courage, Yang Boyi put down the sword in his hand and took the letter.

As soon as he opened the letter, Yang Boyi knew who the old friend was.

It is a letter from my great-grandfather Yang Ge Lao, who was a great calligrapher of his generation. His handwriting is difficult for ordinary people to imitate.

Great-grandfather actually woke up!

During the years that Yang Baiwei had been away from home, he had been associating with bandits all the time. In order to avoid tarnishing the Yang family's upright family motto, he hid his identity and never contacted the Yang family. He didn't even know that his great-grandfather had actually woken up.

Yang Baiwei didn't bother to read the content of the letter and asked anxiously:

"My great-grandfather, when did he wake up, and how is he now?"

Wutong Road:

"When the Prince of Pingliang brought the princess back to the capital to offer sacrifices to their ancestors, Yang Ge Lao woke up. Why didn't the Prince of Pingliang tell Young Master Yang? Then I guess that the emperor is in the hands of the Prince of Pingliang, and Young Master Yang doesn't know either?"

This little girl who appeared out of nowhere spoke only a few words, each one more shocking and outrageous than the last.

Yang Boyi did not rush to refute or question, but unfolded the letter in his hand and read it carefully.

After reading the letter from Lord Yang, Yang Boyi leaned on the table in the room and sat down silently.

Wutong continued:

"Your Majesty asked me to tell Young Master Yang that he couldn't accept it for the time being and didn't dare to believe it. It was reasonable for me to help Young Master Yang and see for myself how treacherous people are."

Yang Boyi looked at Wutong with sharp eyes:

"Your Majesty? Are you the emperor's man? Are you saying all this just to make me turn against Prince Pingliang and save your master?"

Wutong shook his head while taking out his disguise equipment, and then said:

"Your Majesty is Your Majesty, and the Emperor is the Emperor. How can the Emperor be compared with Your Majesty, and how can he be worthy of being my master. Young Master Yang, do you mind dressing up as a woman?"

……

On the second floor of a residential house in Weinan, Wutong, Yang Baiwei dressed as an old woman, and Old Man Qian dressed as a middle-aged man, were sitting or standing by the window, staring at the Yunjian Restaurant opposite.

This Yunjian Restaurant is the property of King Pingliang, and it was also the place where Yang Boyi and King Pingliang met secretly in the past.

It was already noon, and the restaurant that should have been welcoming guests was closed. Only at the door, a man who looked like the owner was waiting anxiously, wandering left and right, pacing back and forth.

King Pingliang and Yang Boyui had agreed to meet at 9:00 p.m. It had been an hour since the agreed time, but Yang Boyui had not shown up yet. No wonder the contact person was anxious.

After a while, someone pushed the door open and came out of the Yunjian Restaurant. It was the man who delivered the letter for the boss that day. The messenger said something to the shopkeeper, then took the horse and rode away alone.

Old man Qian was closest to the window. He listened to their conversation while talking to Wutong and Bai Wei.

Old Man Qian said:

"The shopkeeper asked why he hadn't arrived yet. Maybe he noticed something was wrong and ran away. The man who came out said he was going to check in the village and told the shopkeeper's men to wait where they were and not to move."

Wutong saw that Yang Boyi had a serious expression. He didn't say whether he believed it or not, nor did he urge him to express his opinion. The beliefs he had held for so many years suddenly collapsed, so he had to give him some time.

Wutong Road:

"Let's eat first. It will take him several hours to go back and forth. Bai Guo will tell him that you have left for the appointment according to our previous agreement."

Yang Baiwei still didn't say anything. For the next few hours, Wutong and Old Man Qian took turns eating and keeping watch. Even the shopkeeper at the door couldn't stand it anymore and found someone else to take turns guarding the door.

Only Yang Baiwei didn't eat, drink, rest, talk, or even move. He just stared out the window, like a stone.

Until the evening, when the moon rose and set, a fast horse came from the end of the street in the sunset. The man was the messenger who was going to the village to check the situation.

The messenger arrived at the village but found nothing. Fearing that something might have happened, he hurried back. He did not rest along the way and was so exhausted that he almost fell off his horse when he arrived at the door of Yunjian Restaurant.

The shopkeeper supported the messenger and asked:

"How is it? Where are the people?"

When the messenger saw the shopkeeper asking this, he shouted:

"There's no one in the village. He must have noticed it and ran away! It's bad. We can't stay here for long. I have to go back and inform the prince. Let's retreat!"

The messenger rushed into the restaurant. After a while, a group of people rushed out from the back door of the restaurant. They were all fully armed soldiers with swords and axes. The soldiers rode horses and followed the messenger towards Pingliang.

At this time, Yang Boyi, who had been sitting by the second-floor window like a stone statue, finally spoke. He even laughed out loud:

"Nearly two hundred soldiers came to kill Yang alone. The King of Pingliang really thinks highly of Yang."

At that moment, Wutong seemed to hear a buzzing sound between heaven and earth, just like when General Shen was killing people in the Princess's Mansion.

Yang Boyi stood up and picked up the sword in his hand.

……

The messenger, accompanied by nearly two hundred soldiers, took a shortcut through the mountains and rushed to Pingliang.

The messenger knew clearly that Yang Baiwei might have rebelled. The soldiers he had originally trained for the King of Pingliang had not yet reached the King of Pingliang. Now the knife edge might turn and be swung towards the King of Pingliang. He had to tell the prince the news as soon as possible.

Although the King of Pingliang was the boss and provided money, weapons and food, in order to maintain his spotless reputation, he always had a single line of communication with Yang Boyi. Among the bandits in Shaanxi and Gansu, only the second in command knew who the boss was.

Now that the second in command has turned against him and no longer recognizes the big boss, the King of Pingliang, then whatever Yang Boyi says will be the final word.

Whoever Yang Boyi says is the boss is the boss.

All the years of hard work, money, weapons, food, and people of King Pingliang were wasted.

In order to avoid being intercepted by Yang Boyui, the messenger deliberately avoided Yang Boyui's territory. As a result, halfway through the journey, he came to a valley where huge rocks rolled down all around and there were shouts and screams. He didn't know which bandits were so bold as to rob hundreds of soldiers.

The soldiers around him were thrown off their horses by the boulders one after another. The horses under them panicked and jumped. The messenger barely managed to control the horses and shouted:

"How dare you! Tell your boss to come out! Do you know us? You dare to rob the imperial army?!"

No one paid attention to the messenger's roar. They should smash and kill. Each head was worth ten taels of silver, and the head of the leader was worth a hundred taels. If they didn't rob now, when would they rob? They were not fools.

After the stones were thrown, the bandits rushed down and fought with real swords and guns. Looking at the bandits all over the mountains wearing the same armor as himself, the messenger knew that he was finished.

The sword that King Pingliang had spent many years and painstakingly making finally backfired and hit himself.