The System Takes Me to Practice

As soon as the voice fell, a figure wearing a golden python robe walked in with a group of people.

It was the third prince Dai Yangyu, followed by Yang Fan and other people.

The arrival of Dai Yangyu immediately aroused heated discussions among people around him.

Because they knew that the two princes weren't dealing with each other, now Dai Yangyu came to give Dai Yangrong a gift. It was unclear that the weasel was giving a New Year greeting to the rooster-not at ease.

Dai Yangrong gritted his teeth, wishing to kill Dai Yangyu.

However, in the next second, Dai Yangrong turned from worry to joy, greeted him with a smile, and came to Dai Yangyu and bowed his hand.

"I didn't expect the third brother to come, thank you very much."

Dai Yangyu also clasped his fists in a salute.

"Second brother, third brother has nothing good, so they can only send a magic weapon as a gift."

"Hey, third brother, don't say that. You and I are all brothers. Don't disagree like this between brothers."

After all, Dai Yangrong hugged Dai Yangyu and put his right hand on Dai Yangyu's shoulder, looking like a life and death.

If it’s someone who doesn’t know anything about it, I’m afraid I really think the two have a good relationship.

"Second brother, the gift I gave you today is not simple. I hope that second brother will like it."

The corners of Dai Yangyu's mouth rose up, revealing an ill-intentioned smile.

When Dai Yangrong saw this, he snorted inwardly, but his face was indeed smiling.

"bring here."

Dai Yangyu said at the back.

Soon, a servant came up with this armor.

Those Korean ministers and powerful people who came to give gifts all cast envy.

They saw that it was an eight-star defensive armor.

What they didn't notice was that when Dai Yangrong saw the defensive armor, his face was as black as charcoal, his fists were tight, and his eyes were filled with endless killing intent.

Because this armor is the one that Dai Yangrong lost to Dai Yangyu before.

"Good good!"

Suddenly, Dai Yangrong smiled and happily took over the armor.

"I'll take the third brother's feelings. Come in, go to the bar."

Seeing Dai Yangrong's expression, many people around him praised him.

But what they didn't know was that Dai Yangrong wanted to kill them in his heart.

Entering the inner palace, Dai Yangyu chose a table at the front to sit down, including Yang Fan, the seventh princess Dai Yueyi, the eighteenth prince Dai Yangxu, and the tenth princess Dai Xuantong.

On the right of Yang Fan, there is a table full of people, Yuwen Chengxuan and his party.

"His Royal Highness the Three Princes."

Yuwen Chengxuan stood up and bowed his hands in a salute. Although he chose to stand on Dai Yangrong's side, he still wanted to show Dai Yangyu a little bit of face. When a general saw the prince, he still had to salute.

"It turned out to be General Yuwen, polite."

Dai Yangyu replied.

"General Yuwen's shot is really lavish, and he took out all the half-immortals."

There is something in Dai Yangyu's words.

Yuwen Chengxuan was unmoved.

Beside Yuwen Chengxuan, two men and one woman cast curious glances at Yang Fan.

"What is this little brother?"

Now Yuwen Tianyi speaks to the boy holding the best.

"Yang Fan."

Yang Fan said directly without even looking at it.

"you..."

Yuwen Tianyi's green veins violently, wanted to make a move, but was held by the woman on the side.

"Tianyi, this is the second prince's territory, not home."

The woman grabbed Yuwen Tianyi and stared at Yang Fan with an indifferent look.

Yang Fan saw joking and ridicule in her eyes.

As for the other man, his eyes never looked over.

"they are?"

Yang Fan asked Dai Yangyu.

"That woman is the eldest daughter of Yuwen Chengxuan, her name is Yuwen Yuran, she is five hundred and fifty years old this year, half-step fit period. The one who said nothing, is called Yuwen Haoran, the second oldest, she is 480 years old this year. At the beginning of the fit, I am inferior to him in terms of talent. The other is called Yuwen Tianyi, the third son of Yuwen Chengxuan, who is 400 years old this year, only in the early stage of Lian Xu."

Dai Yangyu pointed to the three and said.

Yang Fan suddenly.

"Their father, Yuwen Chengxuan is actually in the tribulation period, so the Yuwen family is very powerful?"

"Big! Big!"

Dai Yangyu drank a drink, and Yang Fan saw helplessness from his face.

"Yuwen Chengxuan alone is in charge of half a million soldiers. These half a million soldiers are all forbidden troops and are responsible for the safety of the capital."

"Five hundred thousand? Isn't your father afraid of his rebellion?"

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, somewhat not convinced.

"Haha, don't worry, he is not the only general in charge. There is also a general who is in charge of the two gates in the northwest. They each command 500,000 people."

"Brother Yang thinks that the Forbidden Army is all led by Yuwen Chengxuan. If there is a rebellion in the future, the harm will be great, right?"

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case."

"Brother Yang, don’t worry, the other general is Yuwen Chengxuan’s mortal enemy. It is impossible to rebel at the same time. My father will naturally use one person to restrain Yuwen Chengxuan and not let him dominate. This is also an emperor’s technique. ."

In ancient times, emperors were always alone.

If you want to sit firmly in your position, you must make the court have two factions, let them restrain each other, and restrain each other. Only in this way, the emperor can reconcile right and left, and firmly control the power in his hands.

"In addition, Yuwen Chengxuan is only a junior in the Yuwen family. Behind him, there are more powerful people. I heard that Yuwen has a retreat ancestor whose strength has reached the middle of the Mahayana, and is comparable to my father. ."

Yang Fan's pupils shrank, and his weak strength was his biggest shortcoming now.

If the strength is strong, Sun Xuan, the old patriarch of the Sun family, will not still be locked in the gate of the sword. If he is strong, he doesn't need to sneak close to Dai Yangyu now, and then sneak into the imperial tomb to steal the origin of the wood, which is the dragon vein of the country of Muyuan.

If he is strong, Yang Fan can deal directly with Mu Huang and take some dragon veins instead of secretly.

Strength, everything is built on strength, without strength, it is difficult to move.

At this moment, Yang Fan was thinking about whether to retreat for a while and wait until his strength reaches the tribulation period.

Just as Yang Fan lowered his head to think, a high drake's voice rang from outside the door.

"The emperor is here!"

When everyone heard it, they hurried out to meet.

When Yang Fan and his party came to the door, they saw a middle-aged man wearing a black robe of a five-clawed dragon walking in.

Black dragon robe!

Yang Fan was shocked.

Throughout history, among the hundreds of emperors in ancient China, only one dare to wear a black dragon robe, and that is Qin Shihuang.

Mu Huang Dai Zhesheng looked around, raised his hand slightly, and said.

"All flat."

Everyone straightened their waists.

"Father, I didn't expect that you would come here in person for the wedding of your children today."

After all, the second prince Dai Yangrong planned to give a salute again, but was held back by Dai Zhesheng.

"Yangrong, today is your wedding. As a father, how can I not come?"

Dai Zhe Sheng laughed, and then walked towards the inner palace.