I don't think I'll survive this year

Ji Huaizhi knew that it might not be smooth for him to surpass his son and let his daughter succeed him, but after successfully suppressing the voice of opposition, he actually had the illusion that things were very easy.

Facts have proved that it is indeed an "illusion".

Thinking of the chaos in the courtroom today, Ji Huaizhi's head throbbed: A group of people with a loyalty value of over [-] pleaded bitterly in front of you, with the appearance of sacrificing their lives and admonishing each other with death.

Ji Huaizhi: I almost thought I was such a stupid king!

And the culprit who provoked this matter... is sitting opposite him at the moment, kowtowing sunflower seeds leisurely.

Ji Huai looked at the man in front of him with a dark face, but Yang Wentong was not affected at all, like a mouse, he couldn't be idle for a moment, after knocking down a dish, he raised his hand again, signaling the little eunuch on the side to go again Get him a plate.

Ji Huaizhi's face was almost dripping with ink, and the voice he squeezed out was accompanied by a faint sound of teeth grinding, "How big are you! Big! Face! Ah!" The little eunuch who had just walked a few steps was startled by the voice, trembling, and his legs trembled. Soft, fell directly to the ground.

Seeing that he could not eat the second plate of melon seeds, Yang Wentong looked back at Ji Huaizhi, sighed, and said helplessly, "Why are you so angry?"

Ji Huaizhi: Shit!Why the hell am I angry? You don't have any clues in your mind? !

Obviously, Yang Wentong knew it well.He curled his lips, "You don't really think that without today's incident, that little girl would be able to secure her position safely, right?"

Ji Huai choked, of course he knew it was not that simple.

Today Yang Wentong is just picking his head. Over the years, he has suppressed all dissatisfaction, and sooner or later there will be a rebound.His original intention was to wait for Ji Yaohua's team to grow a little bit, and then hand over the rights in his hands little by little. Although it was slow, it was safe in the end.On the day when the accident happened, Ji Yaohua could handle it by himself.

Yang Wentong obviously had some guesses about his thoughts, and before Ji Huai could answer directly, he sneered, "What do you think they are thinking about at home all day?... You can have a little time to think about it, but if you don't know it, you will teach them to trap you. "

Ji Huaizhi's heart skipped a beat, his anger dissipated seven or eight points at once, his face was serious, and he stared at him, "You mean..."

Yang Wentong waved his hand, "It's not that far yet. But..." He paused, then laughed again, and looked straight at Ji Huaizhi, "What I said in Chaoshang today was the truth. I don’t want to have a little girl’s film on my head.”

- He is serious.

After seeing just one point, Ji Huaizhi only felt a chill rushing up from the bottom of his heart: the seat of the emperor is naturally lonely, he knew that countless people would stand on the opposite side of him, but he never thought that there would be a Yang Yang among these countless people. Wentong...

He opened his mouth, but felt that his throat was tightly blocked, and he couldn't even utter a single syllable.

Yang Wentong's eyes fell on his slightly moving lips, his eyes gradually darkened, but the smile on his face widened.

"Huaizhi." After a long absence, he called out these two words again.

"What are you going to do?... Exile? Confiscate your home? Put it in a sky prison? Or... beheaded..." He lowered his voice and slowly approached him, "All these years... ...I have a lot of crimes on me, right? Just pick a few at random, it's enough to kill you a few times..."

The last few words were almost spoken close to his ears, the pinna of his ears could almost feel the vibration of his lips, and the deliberately lowered voice reverberated in his ears... That feeling was beyond strange.

Ji Huai frowned and pushed the person away. Looking at the expression on Yang Wentong's face, he felt the inexplicable hairs on his back. He frowned again, and said in a cold voice, "Why are you crazy!"

"Heh." Yang Wentong followed his strength and retreated a little bit, his gaze was still on those lips, "You don't need to bother."

"Disrespect—" He slowly approached, and continued in a low voice, "It's also a capital offense..."

……

"Report to Your Majesty, Chen Shoufu seeks an audience!" A high-pitched voice came from outside, breaking the inexplicable atmosphere in the hall.

Ji Huaizhi suddenly came back to his senses, slapped the big face in front of him, stretched out his hand and pushed it away, and said through gritted teeth: "You woke up early today, did you knock your head on the bed pillar?"

Ji Huaizhi made a hasty move, but he didn't hold back his force, Yang Wentong received the slap in the face.He was still a little worried at first, but when he saw Yang Wentong grinning his teeth and not knowing what to cover his exaggerated gesture, he immediately lost his voice, "Tell me... how do you want to die, ah?! Ling Chi, still alive!" ?”

"Ling Chi, isn't it just a murder?" Yang Wentong answered subconsciously, looked up at Ji Huaizhi's half-smile expression, his face froze, and he looked away in embarrassment.

The energy just now is gone, and now he feels very guilty about Huaizhi last season, he was silent for a while, and explained softly: "Let me just say... don't you also want to part with it?"

The word "reluctant" slid across the tip of his tongue, and he couldn't help but feel a little warmth in his eyes.

Ji Huai twitched the corners of his mouth at him, showing a sneer, and didn't bother to talk to Yang Wentong, who was sick. He picked up the tea bowl in his hand and put it down heavily, and then called Chen Changsi outside to come in.

Ji Huaizhi's attitude of chasing others was so obvious that Yang Wentong had no choice but to stand up awkwardly, and the moment he lifted his foot to step across the threshold, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and said softly: "Huaizhi, don't you think this is an opportunity? "

——The opportunity to clear the court.

Ji Huaizhi's hand on the table trembled subconsciously, seeing his movement, Yang Wentong knew that he had already understood his meaning: no matter whether it was killing chickens to scare monkeys or trying to imitate others, there was probably no one in the court who had more weight than himself. people.

He smiled, and there was some comfort in his words, "I know you can't do it, but you can always be 'removed from office'... After all these years, I don't want to do it anymore, Xianxing that kid It's time to take over..."

Watching the blood on Ji Huaizhi's face fade away little by little, Yang Wentong finally couldn't continue, he subconsciously took two steps towards the door, then stopped abruptly, clenched his fingers and let go, hesitating on the spot for a long time, Then he turned his back and said in a cold voice: "Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain. If this matter drags on for a long time, it will be of no benefit to anyone... Think about the time when Emperor Zhao..."

"Wentong, you..."

Ji Huaizhi interrupted his words, but just opened his mouth, but Yang Wentong took the conversation away, "Your Majesty, please think twice."

Your Majesty, you...

Ji Huaizhi meant that he had long been used to being called by this name, but it was the first time he discovered that what followed this honorific title was so cold that he shivered all over.

"The minister will take his leave first."

……

That night, an imperial edict was ushered in the Duke's Mansion.

Going out of the palace to announce the decree has always been a good job. Taking advantage of the emperor's power to show off his prestige, no matter how big the official is, he has to kneel down obediently when receiving the decree. Just thinking about it makes him feel happy. The routine reward of silver - that really bulged the wallet and saved the face, it was really a good job.

However, this imperial decree is probably an exception. When this errand was in the palace, it was pushed around like a rubber ball.Now the little eunuch who was sent to the Duke's mansion was even more timid, and completely lost his usual arrogance.The moment Yang Wentong knelt down to receive the order, he almost trembled and knelt down along with him.

The little eunuch read the will in a trembling tone, while secretly watching Yang Wentong's movements, for fear that the other party would suddenly get violent and chop him off.

No wonder he thinks so, this time he has changed from a general who is "under one man and over ten thousand people" to a white body, and he can't bear to put it on anyone, besides, Yang Wentong is famous for his bad temper, what did he do? It's not surprising.Before he came to the Duke's mansion, he even explained a thing or two about his own funeral.

Unexpectedly, Yang Wentong accepted the order very calmly.The little eunuch secretly sighed in his heart: As expected of General Yang, this immovable attitude is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Thought so, but he didn't dare to stay longer in the Duke's mansion, handed over the imperial decree, and ran out as if escaping, not to mention receiving reward money, even ignoring the routine politeness up.

——Just kidding, what could be more important than a little life?

Yang Wentong looked at the little eunuch who was running for his life, and couldn't help but sneered, but when he saw the bright yellow silk in his hand, he couldn't help but suppress the smile on his face, and his eyes overflowed with worry.

——That boy Huaizhi, maybe why he feels uncomfortable now.

Thinking about it, he suddenly felt a little regret for his previous persecution, but that wavering was only for a short moment: it is better to have a conclusion now than to really turn his face in the future.

Yang Xianxing had already noticed what his father meant, and he wasn't too depressed at the moment, but seeing the other party's downcast and silent attitude at the moment, he still couldn't help but take a step forward, wanting to comfort him.

It's just that he was used to being beaten since he was a child, and he really didn't know how to comfort others. After searching his stomach for a long time, Yang Wentong spoke before him, "I want to go to the palace." After saying that, he lifted his foot and walked out.

"Father!" Yang Xianxing didn't expect him to react like this, he paused for a moment, and hurriedly chased up to stop him, "You have no name or distinction now, it's not so easy to enter the palace."

Taking advantage of his position, Yang Wentong almost regarded the imperial palace as his own: he could go there whenever he wanted, and live there whenever he wanted.But he is white now, the palace is so heavily guarded, how could he just break in as soon as he said it?

no name no sub...

Yang Wentong grabbed these four words and gritted his teeth fiercely—how does this brat talk? !

He stopped, turned his head to Yang Xianxing and said with a fake smile: "I heard that your martial arts has improved again?" As he spoke, he lifted the boy's neck and was about to go to the martial arts arena, " Come, let me try yours."

Yang Xianxing was lifted up with his feet off the ground, he was stunned for a moment, and then struggled like a live fish: He obviously didn't do anything, why is he going to be beaten? !