Prison Dragon

Cui Jue dragged Yang You to the most remote place in the Green Garden.

"Where are you going?" Yang You looked at him, he didn't seem to be pulling himself out to breathe, but he seemed to have something important.

Cui Jue dragged him to Yang Ti's library, "This is the library of His Highness the Second Highness, the Cicada Pavilion. It is not for the purpose of taking advantage of the autumn wind. His calligraphy and calligraphy of other literati will be stored in it." .”

Even so, what does it have to do with Yang You?

Yang You pointed at himself and smiled, "Do you think I look like a person who sings of romance?"

Cui Jue nodded lightly, "Who said there can only be coquettish things? My lord, maybe there is something you really want?"

He said without waiting for Yang You's answer, and directly led him into the library.

The library was guarded, and Cui Jue's older brother was Cui Yan, who could be regarded as a core figure in the second prince's lineage.

Standing loudly from afar, not by the autumn wind.

The original intention of the Chanming Pavilion is to announce its own writing to the world, and it doesn't check others too much on weekdays.

The Chanming Pavilion claims to have a collection of [-] volumes of books, and it collects all the rare and fragmented volumes in the world. As far as the eye can see, it is full of bookshelves.Cui Jue led him around inside familiarly, and soon led him to the second floor. The cabinets on the second floor were obviously better than those on the first floor, and there were several red sandalwood desks by the window.

Cui Yan was dressed in white, standing by the window facing the sunlight, shining like the morning glow, holding a wooden case in his hand, on which were several ancient books with yellowed edges, looking back at Cui Jue, wrinkled in displeasure Mei said, "What are you doing here?"

Cui Jue let go of Yang You's hand, and greeted his brother with a smile, "King Jiaodong said he was bored, so he took him around."

Cui Yan raised his eyelids to look at Yang You, Yang You smiled and waved, "Long time no see, Brother Cui."

Cui Yan still looked like he was out of shape and doing nothing. If it was Yang You, he would understand why he said he was bored.

The Second Highness is also right, although it is to attract people's hearts, there is no need to bring all the goods to hoard.

Cui Yan said: "His Royal Highness asked me to find some ancient books, I will go to the front hall first, please read and play slowly, my lord."

Yang You nodded, and Cui Yan bowed and left.

Cui Jue watched the relationship between the two of them with great interest, and said with a smile: "I thought you and my brother had a very good relationship, after all, I have been your attendant for a year or two. At that time, I thought that my brother would be your entourage Who knows, it ended up under the account of the Second Highness."

Cui Yan is indeed a rare jewel, but Yang You didn't feel any regrets. In order to protect himself first, no matter who came to him at that time, he had to fool around first.

"Everyone has his own aspirations, why force him?"

Cui Jue secretly smiled in his heart, but he said that everyone has his own ambitions. He skillfully rummaged through the bookcases, and quickly found a blue-bound book, and handed it to Yang You.

Yang You received it and took a look at it—"Shi Gu Tang Ji". He looked at Cui Jue inexplicably.

Cui Jue opened the pages for him, "The Shigu Hall is the study of His Highness the Second Highness, and these collections are the collections he wrote poems with other literati in the past two years."

Yang You still didn't understand why Cui Jue tried so hard to let him read it, and Cui Jue casually pointed to a poem.

Yang You took a closer look, and there were basically poems and essays praising Yang Ti, "Is there any problem?"

Cui Jue said bitterly: "Look carefully. These signatures are either the children of important officials in the court, or are well-known literati in the world. Look at this poem again, "Picture of Ladies in the Palace",' The little dog is barking across the flowers and the shadows, who will come in the middle of the night" is about the privacy of the palace. Look at the content again and compare His Highness the Second Highness to the King of Qin. The words are so clear, don't you know what it means?"

How could Yang You not understand?

Cui Jue's words can be said to be heartbreaking. The first sentence, the number of people who appeared in the poetry anthology is large. It can be said that Yang Ti is famous all over the world, so there are many crowds. To put it another way, this is forming a party for personal gain.

The second sentence, although it is an ordinary palace complaint poem, but with a little interpretation, it can be alluded to the emperor.Literati always like to comment on current affairs, not to mention describing the reality in such a veiled way, even the poems that really mock the officials and the court can be found everywhere in this collection.

In the third sentence, Qin Wang Li Shimin, the second son of Tang Gaozu Li Yuan, a generation of British lords, who had no right to inherit, killed his brothers in the Xuanwu Gate, forced his father, and became the prince.

Whether there is a problem with this metaphor, it is natural that the beholder sees benevolence, and the wise see wisdom.

Cui Jue's idea was very simple, he just gave Yang You a big gift.

Convicted because of literature, although it sounds ridiculous, but I have to say that such unfounded things are easy to fabricate, and it is not easy to justify, not to mention that the second prince has solid evidence here.

It's just that they are not careful in their words and deeds.

Yang You patted the collection of poems in his hands, "Brother Cui works under the second brother, your elbow is too wide, aren't you afraid of your family's elders taking care of you?"

Cui Jue showed a smile on his face, and laughed loudly with his hands on his hips, "Didn't your lord hear that the Zhuge family in the past, Zhuge Dan, Zhuge Liang, and Zhuge Jin were all involved in the three families of Wei, Shu and Wu? Aristocratic families know how to protect themselves best. Although the family didn't say it clearly, But are they really unaware of what I do? If they are aware, why don't they stop me?"

Yang You returned the collection of poems. Whether it was a frontal collision between the powers of the DPRK and China, or a secret contest of the same conspiracy, he could accept it, but he was unwilling to be a literary prison of catching wind and shadow.

"Yang You is stupid and doesn't understand the meaning of poetry. General Cui is not as good as..."

"Who?"

Yang You's words were interrupted, Cui Jue drew out his saber and went to the window, opened the window and looked around.

"What's wrong?" Yang You asked.

The wind blew Cui Jue's hair, he pursed his lips and shook his head, "It's okay, maybe I heard it wrong."

Having said that, both of them lost interest, so they just let it go.

They put the poetry books back where they belonged, and went back to the feast.The second prince and the others were reciting poems and composing Fu, and the literati present came to watch his peerless demeanor one after another.Yang You returned to his seat bored, wondering why Cui Jue would come to him again and again.

Yang Xiu was not sitting on the seat next to him, nor was he in the crowd of onlookers. Yang You waited for a long time before seeing him coming out from another direction.

Yang You asked, "Where have you been?"

Yang Xiu lowered his eyelashes, looked at Yang You in the shadow cast by the eyelashes, and said calmly after a while, "Fifth brother, what exactly do you want?"

"I..." Yang You held up the teacup and carefully played with it, "I want to live the life I want."

Yang Xiu stared at him intently, as if he wanted to see something on his breezy face, but there was nothing, nothing.

The current Yang You is no different from the previous Yang You, with the same handsome face and the expression of a wild crane.

"In the past, we all thought we saw through you," Yang Xiu said, "We were all wrong, no one saw you clearly. Fifth Brother..."

Yang Xiu bent down and grabbed Yang You's shoulders tightly, exuding a strong oppressive aura, "You are indeed the most powerful person, but it is not enough to win in the end."

Yang You didn't know what Yang Xiu knew. Yang Xiu had always been a person who kept everything in his heart and talked in a cloud. He looked directly into Yang Xiu's eyes and said, "Are you really looking at me? ?Maybe what you see is just the imaginary me, and victory is not what everyone wants. What about you, sixth brother, do you really want to win the final victory?"

Yang Xiu relaxed his hand, without agreeing or refuting, straightened up and left.

Yang You quietly went to tell Yang Shi about the second prince the next day. Yang Shi was moved and pleased to give him a big bow brought on the battlefield. The one seized from a tribal leader was called Wanyue, without any flashy decorations, just an ordinary wooden bow.

Yang Shidao: "This bow should weigh a hundred and twenty catties. It is very difficult for ordinary people to draw the bowstring, let alone you, fifth brother? I will present this bow to you. I hope that fifth brother can take this as his goal and work diligently. Practicing martial arts is not for my son of Daqi."

The bow wood was extremely hard, and it was difficult for Yang You to even lift the bow. Yang Shi took the opportunity to laugh at him, and after saying something to suppress him, he encouraged him, "Fifth brother, don't be impatient. Learning martial arts is not a one-day job. If you go back and practice hard, maybe you will be able to lift this bow in a year or two?"

Yang You smiled and took Yang Shi's gift, and then threw it to Yang Yuchun.

The big bow that Yang You couldn't even lift was like a toy in Yang Yuchun's hands. You can bend it as much as you want. This kid is very talented in martial arts, and he was gifted to the instructor not long ago. Looks good.

Yang Yuchun asked about the origin of Wanyue Bow, Yang You repeated what Yang Shi said to him.

Yang Yuchun was not stupid, so he could hear the disdain and eccentricity in it, and he couldn't get angry just after listening to Yang You's retelling, and mocked: "The fourth prince is capable of going to heaven, why don't you become the emperor yourself?"

Yang You's face changed, and he immediately reprimanded: "Talking nonsense all day long, take care of your mouth! If you talk nonsense again, I will let Ruifang tear your mouth off!"

Ruifang is his personal servant girl, with a strong personality and a vicious mouth, Yang Yuchun usually can't obey anyone, but for Yang You's sake, she has to submit to Ruifang's discipline, and she is often punished by Ruifang.

Yang Yuchun also knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he closed his mouth, his eyes widened, full of unwillingness and anger.

"If you say you are a bull, you are really a bull." Yang You looked at his round eyes and smiled.

Yang Yuchun narrowed his eyes, raised the bow with his long hand, grasped the bow with his left hand, clasped the bowstring with his right index finger and middle finger, stepped firmly on the ground with both feet, and stretched out his arms, only to hear a buzzing sound——

The bowstring was directly broken by Yang Yuchun!

The bowwood lost the restraint of the string and turned into a straight wooden stick. Yang Yuchun threw the bowwood on the ground, stepped on it hard a few times, and spit out.

Yang You laughed angrily, grabbed his hand to check, Yang Yuchun was wearing finger protectors, even so, his hand was still cut with a bloodstain by the bowstring, but fortunately his hand was extremely calloused and the cut was not deep.

Yang You took out a handkerchief to wrap it around him.

What a bull.

War is easy to say, and it is also a simple job. When swordsmen meet, the fight is about who is tougher. There is nothing simpler than this. Whoever has the toughest fist can survive.

People like Yang Yuchun are strong-blooded and born for the battlefield.

"Your Majesty," Yang Yuchun held Yang You's hand, "I will beat back those who speak against you one by one, until they have no teeth left."

Yang You smiled and tapped his palm, "Have you read today's Art of War?"

Yang Yuchun's face immediately wrinkled into a ball of buns, he squatted on the ground clutching his injured hand, and yelled, "Oh, oh, my hand hurts so much, oh, oh, I can't write..."

He secretly raised his eyes to see Yang You's face, Yang You showed no expression, and shouted loudly: "Ruifang! Yang Yuchun made me angry!"

Before Yang Yuchun begged for mercy, Ruifang hurried over, and Cherry opened her mouth and began to curse: "You barbarian, why did you make the prince angry again? You just got itchy after living a good life in the palace, right?"

She looked around, picked up the bowstring on the ground, and began to draw on Yang Yuchun, "My lord won't hit you, I will hit you, and I can't cure your little hoof. A barbarian is a barbarian. If you don't want to stay in the palace , get out of here as soon as possible!"

Yang Yuchun jumped up and down to avoid her, ran up behind Yang You helplessly, and said aggrievedly: "My lord!"

"My lord, don't stop me, I'm going to drive him out of the palace today!"

Ruifang roared.

Yang You covered his stomach and laughed non-stop, Yang Yuchun had no choice but to cover his head and go to study obediently.