When he heard Yang Yanzhang say that King Bei'an integrates the northern border, Lu Song couldn't help but say, "If that's the case, when King Bei'an comes to seize power, can I eat the young master's seat?"

"fart!"

Yang Yanzhang was furious when he heard this, "I am the only one who eats other people's mats, but no one else eats my mats. I want to eat my mats. Then I will send you the first one and I will let you die before me."

"I want to eat my mat, dream!"

"If I die, you have to hold a banquet." Lu Song spread his hands and said, "I can't eat it at that time, but others have to eat your banquet."

"Don't worry, I won't live long if you die. At that time, there is no time to hold a banquet for you."

Yang Yanzhang and Lu Song said it lightly, as if they were joking, but in fact, both of them knew very well that this was not a joke, but a very likely occurrence.

"Puff~"

Both of them stopped and stopped talking, while Yang Yanzhang continued to spit out his melon seed skin. After a while, the melon seeds in his hand were eaten clean, leaving only the melon seed skin all over the ground.

After eating, Yang Yanzhang didn't call anyone, so he consciously went to the corner of the wall to carry a broom, and swept all the melon seeds into one piece.

“Comfortable.”

Looking at the melon seed skin that was swept together, Yang Yanzhang fetched a basin of water with satisfaction, and said while washing: "That guy Mo Zizai is the same. I have killed so many people these days, and I thought I could have a good meal several times."

"As a result, he copied all the people and didn't even leave anyone holding the banquet. It was too much."

Lu Song was no longer surprised by Yang Yanzhang's behavior of washing his hands, and he didn't know what he could wash his hands. He wanted to wash them dozens of times a day.

"Mo Zizai killed people for money. How could he leave money for those people to hold banquets? It is unrealistic to want to eat the ministers' seats."

Lu Song thought for a while and continued, "But if he continues to kill like this, you can look forward to eating his banquet and the prince's banquet. You should be able to eat whatever you want without bullying the children."

"Forget it."

Yang Yanzhang shook his head and said without hesitation: "You'd better not expect this matter. If he dies, the Great Zhou will be completely over."

Lu Song was stunned for a moment and said in confusion: "He is so important?"

"It's not that he is important, but that he is very important to someone." Yang Yanzhang sighed and said, "A creature like a woman is sometimes very unreasonable, especially a woman who is blinded by a man, even more unreasonable."

"You mean, the empress?" Lu Song asked hesitantly.

"Who else can be there besides her?"

Although Yang Yanzhang had known about the relationship between the empress and Mo Zizai before, he did not expect that the empress could achieve this level, and the palace could be easily entered and exited, and the Yulin Army could use it casually, and even the authority of Yuzhiji was given to him without hesitation.

I guess if it weren't for the difficult throne to change back and forth, I'm afraid that the person sitting on the throne would not be the empress, but Mo Zizai.

"Du Xing, that idiot, wanted to solve Mo Zizai before, but fortunately his people failed, otherwise the entire capital would have to be buried with Mo Zizai."

When Yang Yanzhang remembered his father's evaluation of the empress, he felt a little scared, because according to Yang Weishang's guess, Mo Zizai really had something to do, and the empress would probably kill anyone in the capital who had the motivation to do this without hesitation.

As for the motive, before Mo Zizai came back, there were officials in the entire court, including the Ministry of Works, which had always supported the empress, and his father who had always remained neutral, who might assassinate Mo Zizai.

Therefore, Yang Weishang believes that by that time, the empress would probably not be patient to investigate one by one. What she most likely would do was to send all the officials in the capital to Mo Zizai to be buried with him. Even if it was a bit extreme, it might be possible to massacre the city.

Although Yang Yanzhang felt a little unbelievable about his father's statement, he never doubted it, because Yang Weishang had been the Minister of Personnel for decades and rarely had any mistakes. He still had confidence in his father's aspects.

"No...not that, right?"

When Lu Song heard that the officials in the entire capital were buried with him, he was shocked.

"You will know when you marry a wife."

Yang Yanzhang sighed slightly, "Women are really a terrible thing."

Hearing Yang Yanzhang's words, Lu Song glanced at his young master with contempt, "I'm almost thirty and don't have a wife yet, so I'm so embarrassed to say this to me."

"You know nothing."

Yang Yanzhang seemed to have been poked into the pain and retorted loudly: "Don't get married under thirty years old. This is an excellent tradition of my old Yang family. My father got married at the age of thirty, so why am I in a hurry?"

"If you can't find it, you can't find it, and there's still such a reason."

Lu Song was afraid of being beaten, so he didn't dare to say this loudly, but just muttered in a low voice, and then retorted: "Then according to you, my old Lu family's tradition is to be an orphan."

"I'll just find a child to raise him when I go back. What kind of wife do I want?"

"Idiot, that's called adoption, not orphans."

Yang Yanzhang looked at Lu Song with contempt, "When you die, the child you adopted will be called an orphan."

"That's not bad," Lu Song spread his hands and said with confidence: "In this case, I probably won't live long, and I'm an orphan, so I'm fine."

"You don't have to be so pessimistic."

After hearing what Lu Song said, Yang Yanzhang became serious. He touched his chin and said, "According to my father's guess, Mo Zizai might have some trump card in his hand, so he is so unscrupulous."

"If that trump card is useful, we might be able to live a few more years."

"I have a bad trump card, I can't believe him, Xiaobai with a greasy head and a pink face...hehe..."

When Lu Song was halfway through speaking, he suddenly saw Mo Zizai and Zhou Qi walking into the yard under the guidance of his servants. He immediately coughed a few times and almost choked to death by his saliva.

"See the prince."

Lu Song was a little nervous, and he didn't know if Mo Zizai had heard him say bad things about him. Yang Yanzhang, who was beside him, also felt a little embarrassed. When he was talking bad things about others behind his back, it was undoubtedly too embarrassing. "I've seen the prince."

"Um."

Mo Zizai nodded and looked at the two of them with a strange expression. The two of them were not very small just now. In addition, his current peak strength in Youzhao, so he could hear clearly what Lu Song said just now.

However, seeing that Lu Song was just jealous of his handsomeness, Mo Zizai didn't mean to bother with them. He greeted them and walked over.

After Mo Zizai walked away, Lu Song breathed a sigh of relief, "Why is he here? He didn't hear what I said just now, did he?"

"It should be my father who invited him, and I don't know if I hear it."

Yang Yanzhang first shook his head, then recalled Mo Zizai's expression, and said with a little sympathy: "However, I guess he must have heard it."

“…”

Lu Song was even more embarrassed and a little worried, "Then he won't cut me down, right? I can't beat Zhou Qi."

"Don't worry, probably not."
Chapter completed!