AWB Chapter 393 Is Prime Minister Yuwen planning to determine who is superior and who is inferior to him
Chapter 393 Is Prime Minister Yuwen planning to determine who is superior and who is inferior to him
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not dead yet."
Pei Yuanqing was very close and heard everything clearly; his face was full of displeasure.
The two whispered to each other, their heads close together, so that no one else could hear them.
He was sitting right next to them, and he heard everything the master and apprentice were whispering to each other.
To dig up one's own family's grave without even considering the consequences is utterly inhuman.
"How about I take you with me?"
Yuwen Chenglong turned his head, looked at Pei Yuanqing, and sent a team invitation.
I reluctantly agreed.
Pei Yuanqing agreed without hesitation, without even thinking about it.
After returning to the Eastern Capital, he also heard that his father had sought refuge with the Prince of Shuo.
He even personally pressed his fingerprint on that list, binding the entire Zhongjuanfang (a type of official residence) to the Lü family's war chariot.
This means that their Pei lineage is no longer the same as the other Pei families.
Those people looked down on his father, looked down on him, and looked down on their relatives.
If that's the case, what does he have to worry about?
Moreover, the Pei family is very wealthy, with hundreds of years of accumulation and generations of management, their gold and silver treasures piled up like mountains.
He used to share a little, which was enough to last him a long time.
No, it's not about taking a small share; it's about taking back the portion that belongs to their dependents.
"Hehehe."
Seeing the growing number of grave-digging teams, Lü Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Hahaha."
Yuwen Chenglong and Pei Yuanqing also burst into laughter.
The three of them burst into laughter, each louder and more unrestrained than the last.
The three men acted as if they were mad, drawing the attention of the surrounding officials, who all looked over with puzzled and confused expressions.
If these three people didn't have such terrifying identities, people would have already called them three idiots.
Seeing this strange scene, Yuwen Huaji at the opposite table felt a chill run down his spine, his wine glass paused for a moment, and a few drops of wine spilled out.
broken.
When Yuwen Chenglong laughed like that before, it meant he was definitely about to do something bad.
He knew his son too well; the kid always looked like this before he did something bad, grinning slyly.
This kid is getting more and more outrageous. He's not even a member of the Yuwen family, so he has no one to keep him in check. I'm afraid he's going to cause trouble for his father again.
"Lu Zilie, I regret it."
Looking at her youngest son, Yang Ruyi really wanted to slap herself.
How could I have been so foolish as to let him become Yuwen Chenglong's apprentice?
Of all the talented people, fierce generals, and great scholars in the court, she chose Yuwen Chenglong.
Isn't this like pushing your own son into a fire pit?
"It's no use regretting it now, just accept it."
Lü Xiao leaned back in his chair, looking helpless.
The words have already been spoken, and the master and disciple have already paid their respects; there is no question of the master and disciple parting ways.
If you become an apprentice today and then regret it tomorrow, what kind of talk will that make?
Although Yuwen Chenglong is a scoundrel, capable of anything.
But his loyalty to the Lü family is beyond question.
So there's no need to worry about this guy teaching badly; at most, he'll just lead Lü Yan to do things that harm others but not himself.
"I am extremely satisfied with today's victory banquet..."
Yang Guang drank a lot of wine, his steps were unsteady, his body swayed, his tongue was swollen, and he could hardly speak.
He then boasted to the court officials for a while, exaggerating everything from the northern grasslands to the Jianghuai region.
He sang his praises from the Jianghuai region to the western frontier, extolling Lü Xiao's achievements one by one.
He was then helped away by palace servants, but he swayed with each step, his robes fluttering in the wind.
Seeing Yang Guang leave, how could Lü Xiao, who had long wanted to leave, stay any longer?
He stood up, straightened his robes, and led his family out, his steps light and quick, without looking back.
After the most distinguished people left, the celebration banquet came to an end.
The officials rose one by one and left in twos and threes.
Some were still exchanging pleasantries, some were already drunk and unconscious, and some were still bragging to the people next to them.
Yuwen Chenglong followed Lü Xiao toward the Shuo Prince's residence, his steps light and cheerful as he hummed a little tune, in an exceptionally good mood.
Upon reaching the gate of the mansion, he turned a corner and went to the opposite gate.
Outside the gates of the Yuwen residence, Yuwen Huaji, holding a spiked club, had been waiting for some time, seated in a chair.
The iron spikes on the mace gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and the shaft was jet black and shiny, clearly made of high-quality refined iron.
Yuwen Huaji had also drunk quite a bit, but his eyes remained remarkably clear as he stared intently at Yuwen Chenglong.
Upon seeing this scene, Yang Ruyi, Lü Zhen, and Lü Yan, who were originally about to enter the gate of the Prince of Shuo's mansion, all stopped in their tracks.
Yang Ruyi's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
Lü Yan went even further, squatting back down on the threshold.
"Go home."
Lu Xiao reached out and tapped Yang Ruyi on the back of the head, the force neither too light nor too heavy.
She's a mother herself, yet she still loves watching the drama unfold.
This habit needs to be corrected.
"Ah, back, back."
Yang Ruyi said this, but she didn't take a step. Instead, she moved two steps to the side to find a better viewing angle.
She perfectly inherited Yang Guang's love of gossip; she couldn't resist any excitement she saw.
She was like this when she was in the palace, and she's still like this after she got married; she probably won't be able to change it in this lifetime.
"Watch for a while, then go in."
Lu Yan went even further, squatting down on the threshold and resting his chin on his two small hands.
He even had his attendants fetch some pastries so he could eat them while looking at them – that's what he called enjoying himself.
Lu Xiao glanced down at his eldest son. Lu Zhen stood ramrod straight, his gaze calm, his expression unchanged.
They were completely unaffected by Yuwen and his son, not even glancing at them.
This kid is more reliable, unlike his mother and brother, who both love to join in the fun.
"Someone, go and fetch four chairs."
Lu Zhen spoke to the guards in front of the mansion gate, his voice not loud, but clear and powerful.
You can't watch a play standing up; you have to sit down.
Standing is so tiring. What if Yuwen and his son start fighting and can't decide the winner in a short time? Wouldn't they break their legs standing up?
Lu Xiao could only submit to the incredibly powerful gossip-loving genes of the Yang family.
A moment later, four chairs were placed outside the gate of the Prince Shuo's mansion, arranged in a neat row.
The four of them sat there, staring at the Yuwen family across the street, as if watching a grand drama.
"Oh, isn't this the head of the Yuwen clan of Shuofang? What brings you to my residence?"
Yuwen Huaji leaned on his spiked club and spoke in a sarcastic tone, a cold smile on his lips and his eyes full of mockery.
"Father, there were many people outside just now, it was my fault, I apologize to you."
But I still have to advise you: the Duke's rank is above yours, so open the door immediately!
Yuwen Chenglong puffed out his chest, raised his chin, and exuded confidence.
The first half of the sentence sounds like an admission of weakness, but the second half is so tough it could knock someone over.
"hehe……"
Yuwen Huaji shook his head, his lips twitching, looking helpless.
He couldn't understand how this rebellious son could speak in such a cowardly yet forceful way.
"Not allowing our own citizens to enter?"
Yuwen Chenglong raised an eyebrow and his voice rose a few decibels.
"No way, get back to your Shuofang right now."
Yuwen Chenglong flicked his sleeves and tightened the cuffs.
Then, he struck a pose, his momentum unstoppable.
"Very well, it seems you intend to test your skills and even your life against this Duke."