Reborn Emperor's House

When Tang Yan came out of the Prince's Mansion, he was elated, his steps were a little wandering, and he trot home all the way to pack up and salute.

The next day, Tang Yan, the heir of the Ming Dynasty, asked for a battle in the court hall, begging to lead troops south to support the eldest prince.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was startled. Everyone knew that the youngest son of King Ming's family belonged to the prince's faction. No matter how neutral King Ming was, he would inevitably be affected. The eldest son wants to ask for a battle to support the prince, isn't this clearly giving the eldest prince military power.

The emperor also looked at Tang Yan with some strangeness. Tang Yan knelt on the ground and said, "My brother is stubborn, he refused to obey discipline, and made a big mistake. Fortunately, the emperor forgives him and spares his life. Tang Yan has no other skills but Know how to kill the enemy, if you win this time, you don't ask for any rewards, if you lose, I would like to die as a thank you for the emperor's kindness."

Tang Yan's words were so impassioned that people couldn't help but be shaken.

Jiang Lan glanced at the prince uncertainly, only to see that the prince was expressionless and his eyes were numb, as if he had nothing to love.

Look at King Ming again, with a peaceful face, it seems that he has known his son's plan for a long time and has no intention of interfering.

Jiang Lan frowned. He didn't know if there was a civil uprising when the eldest prince went to the south, but he always had a feeling that he couldn't let Tang Yan go, otherwise something bad would happen.

Jiang Lan was about to stand up and oppose this proposal, but the emperor spoke first.

There are only two words, "Quasi-playing."

There was no sound in the courtroom, only the sound of Tang Yan kowtowing his head to thank him.

Everyone was speculating in their hearts what the emperor meant, did they trust the First Prince?Still can't trust the eldest prince?

Of course I can't believe it.

The emperor did not trust the eldest prince, so he sent Tang Yan there. Tang Yan was a military commander and a member of the Ming Palace, so the military power would not be completely controlled by the eldest prince.

What's more, sending troops is only a matter of time. Civil uprising, no matter it is true or not, the court must send troops to show its authority. Now the people in the court who can lead troops, except for the prince's faction, are the families of the eldest prince, and they are not good choices.

Comparing the hatchback, Tang Yan is still very suitable.

Tang Yan set off with his soldiers.

The eldest prince soon got the news that Tang Yan was leading the army, and he frowned, "Why is he here?"

Mr. Qi pondered for a while, "Your Highness, I'm afraid the visitor is not kind."

"Well, we have to prepare early, come here."

"Yes." A few of the eldest prince's cronies came in outside the door.

"Go, get some anti-communist evidence, and prepare it for our Master Tang."

"Yes." The confidant withdrew.

Mr. Qi felt a little sick in his heart, this eldest prince has become more and more frenzied, and he actually hurt innocent people so much.

Mr. Qi couldn't help but look up at the eldest prince, he was like a dead dog, it seemed that sooner or later he would end up being eliminated by the eldest prince, and he had to make preparations early.

On the other side, Tang Mu was in the northwest, and relying on the jade pendant given by the shopkeeper, he escaped a poisonous killing and found out several killers who were in the kitchen.

Tang Mu came to the northwest all the way, and he never stopped. He poisoned every three days and assassinated every two days. Tang Mu was almost used to it.

Originally heartbroken, came out of the capital in grief, and was disturbed by these killers sent here as if they didn't want money, and fought wits and courage all day long to save his life, so he wasn't in such a sad mood.

In the beginning, all the dead men came, they directly assassinated and tried their best, and if they failed, they took poison and committed suicide. However, the bodyguards of the underworld beside Tang Mu were not vegetarians. Although there were losses, but fortunately, Tang Mu was well prepared and took office safely.

Later, it may be that there are many masters around Tang Mu, and Tang Mu is a cunning ghost. Gradually, he began to change his methods, traps, poisoning, and reporting to bandits. In short, the tricks became more and more abundant.

In the end, Tang Mu caught the killers again, and instead of killing them, he brought them in front of him, presented the facts and reasoned, and analyzed them bit by bit, where were the loopholes in their methods, and where did he see the loopholes, to put it bluntly The killer was ashamed and angry before giving up.

The bodyguard beside him silently wiped off a cold sweat of sympathy.

Then arrange the killers to be watched by the people in the underworld, either let the killers do hard work, or let them sweep the latrine, in Tang Mu's words, good labor is not for nothing.

During this period of time, Tang Mu has been reluctant to send any news to the capital, and the news from the capital is not inquisitive at all. He misses Tang Jingyu so much that he wants to die and go crazy.

But he understands better that what he does now is to trust the child he watched grow up, and then wait silently at the border.

When the shopkeeper arrived, it had been almost a month since Tang Mu left the capital. The shopkeeper was on the way, keeping an eye on the movement of the capital.

When the shopkeeper arrived at the border, what he saw was a thickly clothed and almost round figure, sitting on a mound of dirt that was not high or low, looking at the original place.

For some reason, the shopkeeper looked at Tang Mu's back, wanted to laugh a little, and walked behind him, "Master Tang, what are you doing?"

"Looking husband."

"Oh~ the direction is wrong, the capital is on the opposite side."

"..."

"Pfft~hahahaha"

Tang Mu stood up and patted the dirt on his buttocks, "Why are you here suddenly?" After speaking, he stared at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper knew what he wanted to ask, so he deliberately didn't say, "Oh, I heard that you have been assassinated too many times, so I came to see you."

"I'm fine, you... Jingcheng... um, I mean, you came here, he... um, Big Brother Ren, did Big Brother Ren come too?" Tang Mu stammered.

"He has something to do, come and pick me up when he's done." The shopkeeper looked at Tang Mu with a half-smile.

"Oh." Tang Mu stopped talking.

The two were silent for a while, and the shopkeeper sighed, "Oh, you really can bear it."

Tang Mu turned his head to one side and did not speak.

"Okay, okay, I've convinced you, you are so young, why are you so old. Don't worry, the prince is fine, he has not been dealt with, but he is not favored. We have thought about this a long time ago. Don't worry, there will be Jedi in the future. Opportunity to fight back, he's working hard."

"Hmm..." Tang Mu nodded.

The shopkeeper straightened his robe and said, "Okay, let's go. I have come all the way, but I didn't have a good rest. Let me talk slowly about the prince's situation."

Tang Mu followed the shopkeeper to the mansion where he lived.

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"Eunuch Yuan Bao, what do you think, Your Highness?" Yuan Fu walked around behind Yuan Bao's butt.

"Master's business, don't interrupt." Yuan Bao ignored him.

Yuan Fu continued, "Young Master, you haven't believed me for almost a month, and His Highness didn't even ask, what's going on?"

Yuan Bao didn't speak at all, and went about his own business.

"Tell me, Your Highness, you don't like the young master anymore. If you know this, I will beg the young master to take me to the northwest."

"You can't stop for a while." Yuan Bao couldn't take it anymore, and patted Yuan Fu on the head.

Yuan Fu rubbed his head with an expression of dissatisfaction.

"A slave should not ask about the master's affairs. Don't ask, don't think about it." After Yuan Bao finished speaking, seeing Yuan Fu's dissatisfaction, he added another sentence, "You can't trust Your Highness, can you still trust your son? Then Mr. Tang, the one who gives up easily?"

Yuan Fu rubbed his head, thoughtful.

Tang Jingyu was sitting in the study at this time, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, not looking at the art of war, not at martial arts, but only looking at the game of chess in front of him.

He raised his hand and dropped a sunspot.

This game of chess is a big move, so you have to play it slowly.