When Yang Tian woke up, he was shocked by the news that he became a Xianbei person. He was stunned for a day. Although he had heard of his surname Yang, he later learned that Pu Liuru was given to the Xianbei surname. However, the Great Zhou regime was stable at present. Yang Tian never thought deeply. Now that he was connected, the history of the Great Sui Dynasty emerged one by one, and he immediately understood in his heart that he was the crown prince of the Great Sui Dynasty. Yang Guang killed his brother and was willing to enjoy himself, which made the powerful Great Sui Second Emperor die.

"What should I do?" Yang Tian stroked his chest and almost breathed. His father was the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty, which was definitely not a blessing for Yang Tian. Historical books have already remembered clearly what the ending of him as a prince.

A thought came to my mind. If you kill Yang Guang, as long as you kill Yang Guang, the prince might be able to successfully take over the position. Who is Yang Guang? At present, Yang Ying is undoubtedly the most favored person in the family. He has the greatest possibility. As long as you take him out, with your own skills, it is easy to have an accident.

"Who?" Just as Yang Tian was in a state of evil thoughts, a whispering voice came from behind. Yang Tian was shocked, as if his secret had been seen through, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the sound.

"Young master, it's me." Qinghou'er walked out from behind.

Yang Tian breathed a sigh of relief, remembering that he was just thinking in his heart, and did not say it. Qinghouer could not know what he thought just now unless he had the ability to read his mind. Yang Tian forced a smile and said, "Qinghouer, it's you, why can't you sleep?"

"Yes, Mr. Qinghouer is just a street gangster. He never dreamed that he would enter the Duke's Mansion, so he couldn't sleep even after tossing and turning. So he just came out for a walk. Unexpectedly, Mr. Qinghou was not asleep yet."

Qinghouer said as she approached Yang Tian. Seeing that Yang Tian's face turned pale and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, Qinghouer was shocked: "Young Master, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Yang Tian waved his hand: "It's okay, it's getting late, you go and rest." After that, Yang Tian walked into his room. Under the moonlight, Qinghouer saw Yang Tian's steps staggering a little.

When he woke up the next morning, Yang Tian felt that he had a great headache. Last night, he didn't fall asleep for a moment. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw Yang Ying sneer at him, or he would have held a knife and stabbed him in the chest with blood.

He went to the bronze mirror and saw that the shadow in the mirror had bloodshot eyes, pale face, and his whole lips were chapped, as if he had a serious illness.

Qinghouer came outside Yang Tian’s room early in the morning. Yang Tian said yesterday that he took Qinghouer to practice martial arts today. He didn’t know when Yang Tian got up, but just waited outside the door respectfully.

Yang Tian pushed open the door, and Qinghouer saw Yang Tian's face clearly and was shocked. Everyone could see that Yang Tian was looking very bad now: "Young master, are you sick?"

Yang Tian shook his head and said hoarsely: "It's okay."

Seeing that Yang Tian had already stood up, Sun Er's wife Yan brought the breakfast over: "Young Master, it's time to have a meal." Yan was also shocked when he saw Yang Tian's face. He opened his mouth but still said nothing.

Yang Tian’s breakfast was not complicated, just some steamed buns, porridge, and a few side dishes. Yang Tian pointed to Qinghouer: “You sit down and eat together too.”

Qinghouer was shocked. Although he was a gangster, he was knowledgeable and had long known that those high-ranking families had many rules and regulations for eating, and the guards and servants did not sit with their masters. He kept saying, "Young master, I dare not."

"I'm going to take you to practice later. How can I not eat it?" Yang Tian usually eats breakfast alone. Unless he goes out, he still has to eat it with Dugu and a few brothers. Qinghouer just arrived today, and Yang Tian has no appetite, so he asked him to eat it together.

Qinghouer picked up a few steamed buns and still didn't dare to sit down. Yang Tian didn't care about him. He drank a bowl of porridge and put it down. Qinghouer ate four steamed buns in a row, but he was still not full. However, seeing that Yang Tian had already stopped, he was embarrassed to take them again, so he had to say embarrassedly: "Young Master, I'm full."

Yang Tian whined, regardless of whether Qinghouer was really full or fake: "Come with me."

Qinghouer followed Yang Tian, ​​cautiously. I wonder why the young master who was still energetic yesterday was so haggard after just one night. He felt a little uneasy: "Young Master, why don't you take a break? It's not too late for a villain to become a disciple tomorrow."

Yang Tianhuo turned around and said, "If you ask you to come, why are you talking about it?" If Yang Tian didn't find something to do, he could drive himself crazy. He didn't want to end up like Yang Yong, but if he wanted him to kill an eight-year-old child now, Yang Tian still couldn't do it.

Yuan Wei was already waiting on the school grounds, and when he saw Yang Tian’s appearance, he frowned: “Are you sick?”

Seeing Yang Tian shook his head, Yuan Wei said, "Then you have a heart disease."

Yang Tian was stunned for a moment and nodded. Yuan Wei was the person he had been here for the longest time, and he was also the teacher who taught him archery and swordsmanship. In Yang Tian's mind, Yuan Wei was probably a little heavier than the Duke of Sui Guo and his wife. Yang Tian was unwilling to deceive him. Of course, Yuan Wei could not solve this problem for him.

Yuan Wei shook his head: "Heart disease requires heart medicine. I can't help you, and no one can help you." After that, he turned to Qinghouer, "You want me to teach this person, well, I'm a little old, but my physical condition is still good."

Qinghouer was overjoyed and knew that the person in front of him was the master Yang Tian found for him, so he quickly knelt down: "Disciple, pay homage to Master."

"At up, I said I could teach you but didn't say I wanted to accept you as a disciple. My martial arts were all learned step by step from the battlefield. What I taught you was only the skills of killing, and it was not as good as the school of being admitted to the disciples."

Qing Houer felt a little regretful. He could usually deal with three or five people. He learned the skills from the street fighting, but he could not beat Yang Tian, ​​a child, which made Qing Houer quite depressed. He was so happy to hear that Yuan Wei was willing to teach him. The regret of not being able to become Yuan Wei's apprentice also disappeared quickly. He kowtowed nine times before he stood up: "Anyway, the disciple believes that the master is the master."

Yuan Wei refused to say anything: "You are flexible, but your lower plate is unstable and your strength is not enough, so the first step is to run with heavy objects on your back."

Yang Tian handed Qinghou'er over to Yuan Wei, and began to practice archery by himself. He shot more than ten arrows in a row. Several arrows were off the target, and he felt even more bored. When he hit another long arrow, his eyes suddenly condensed, and Yang Ying jumped and was walking towards him.

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Chapter completed!