The golden gongs rang in the palace, and there were chaotic screams. The footsteps of people stepped over the stone steps. The blue brick palace road was holding a torch like a fire dragon spreading in front of Xuanzheng Hall.

Yang Guang was the first to arrive when he received the news. Shang a little Aokiji's face, a short whisker on his chin, and waved his hand to let the soldiers in front of him out of the way. With a little majesty, he looked at the old donkey beside the door, shaking his bald tail, and looked over curiously.

Yang Guang, who was walking, was stunned for a moment and told him to follow:

"Don't attack this old donkey!"

When the soldiers were a little puzzled, the King of Jin, who was talking, raised the golden stroke and swung the long stroke, walked into the hall gate, followed the eyes of everyone, staring at the unfolding scroll on the long table.

"Your Highness, don't go over, be careful to be taken into it." The eunuch who had been in the hall before followed the side tremblingly and pointed at the painting on the table.

"Just just now, Your Majesty and Duke Yue were at the table, but disappeared in the blink of an eye. Then there were more pictures of His Majesty and Duke Yue in the painting."

"Get out."

Yang Guang waved his cuffs and told him to get away, and turned around and swept over the guards and soldiers approaching him, "Get closer."

No matter what, as the King of Jin of the Great Sui Dynasty, he had to be more careful. Moreover, he only knew that others came to report his father and uncle and were imprisoned in the painting by Lu Liangsheng. He didn't know the details, so he was not very wrong to be careful.

When I walked into the long table, I saw the figures of my father and uncle supporting each other in the painting without moving.

He looked around and the casting Lu Liangsheng was not here, and his brows gradually frowned.

Did you really intend to harm my father?

The wind blew in from the human wall, bringing a fire as big as a bean on the lamppost, shaking. The King of Jin, who was standing at the table, came back to his senses from his brief thoughts, gritted his teeth, and reached out to grab the scroll on the table.

‘We must find a way to get the father and uncle out first!’

Yang Guang thought, and when he reached out his hand, his fingertips touched the scroll, a voice suddenly shouted behind him, and he rushed over.

"Be careful with your Highness!"

Yang Guang, who was on the table, stopped and turned around subconsciously. A short figure rushed out of the bookshelf, crossed the wall and distanced him, and a gourd in his hand swung out.

"Who are you....."

Before he could speak, the dark shadow reflected in his eyes magnified.

Bang!

The round gourd hit Yang Guang's face, and the flesh was pressing flat and rippled with a circle of flesh. His eyes turned white, his head was slanted in the direction of force, his mouth was raised, and his saliva splashed out of his mouth.

The whole body stumbled back and leaned to the table, and saw the painting blooming, covering the fallen Yang Guang in, and then the light faded away rapidly.

On the long table, there was no trace of the Great Sui and Jin king besides the scroll.

The eunuch standing not far away tightened his neck and widened his eyes, his lips trembled a few times, and he opened his eyes wide open, screaming shrillly.

"I'm dead young! The King of Jin was also locked up in the painting!!!"

In an instant, he turned around and squeezed open the soldiers at the entrance of the hall, and ran out in a mess.

In the eyes of the soldiers and guards, a black shadow that was bigger than their fists slowly stood up on the long table, wearing night clothes, covering the black scarf, only a pair of cold bean-sized eyes were exposed, and the gourd in his hand slammed the table, shocking the soldiers who wanted to rush in.

"Take another step forward, I burned the painting."

Taoist Toad quietly hugged the clothes that had been opened with his quilt on his belly. On the black scarf, the toad eyes slightly slanted across the corner of his eyes, and turned his face to swept over the palace guards over there.

The candlelight was placed on the side, and the candlestick swayed slightly, and the hot wax oil rolled down the candle body, and the banged sound dripped on the webbing of the candle.

The Toad Taoist glared at his eyes, turned his head to look at his webbed back, and his solemn expression suddenly changed, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he suddenly retracted his hand.

Huh huh huh huh huh ~~~

I'm burning to death!

He blew hard on his back and was about to peel off the wax juice from it. He walked two steps under his feet and stepped on the scroll. The magic light filled everyone's sight again.

His mother's...

Taoist Toad saw Fa Guang extending towards him and cursed in his heart. A short figure disappeared on the table in an instant. A group of soldiers around him put down their arms that covered their eyes. When they looked at it, there were only pictures, a gourd, and a small black scarf left on the table, and they couldn't help but look at each other.

"Drop into the painting together?"

"It must have fallen in, but that little thing, that little piece of stuff."

"I know, my head doesn't look very smart."

"What should I do now?"

"Or what if Empress Dugu and the Prince come over, maybe we will be sucked in by this painting as soon as we get closer."

The candlelight swayed, and in the soft words of conversation, in the scroll that others could not see, the magic light flashed by, and a figure danced and fell straight down from the air.

“Ahhhh….”

Then, with a bang, Yang Guang fell heavily to the ground, but he couldn't feel the pain. When he pushed away the grass chips on his head, another long sound was heard: "Ahhhh..." he crossed the sky and fell next to him with a bang.

Turning his head, a toad was lying on the ground, as if he knew someone had seen it. The toad Taoist plucked up his toad eyes and glared at him for a moment, got up from the ground and patted the dust.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a toad?"

He snorted coldly, put on his double webbed, turned around and walked to the pavilion ahead.

Yang Guang quickly followed. He had seen this toad, but he had never seen the other party talk. He was excited to ask for a moment, and saw two familiar backs outside the pavilion ahead, who seemed to hear the movement and turned around.

"Father?!"

The two of them there were Yang Jian and Yang Su. When they saw their son coming in, they couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"How did you come in?"

Yang Guang quickly trotted over and pointed out from the feet of the two of them panting.

"You ask him, a gourd fanned me in..."

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, and saw a black shadow, stomping on the sound of clattering, running over with his white belly, carrying double webbeds.

"What.........uh, toad?"

"I haven't seen it before?! Get out!" Taoist Toad glanced at him, as if he knew where he was going. He turned the pavilion and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Well......

He was choked by a toad. This was an experience that Yang Jian had never had before. Originally, Yang Su wanted to explain a few words, but he waved his hand.

"Even toads can speak...I just want to do it. Let's go and see what's going on here!"

Turning back, he also gave a look at his son.

“Come on!”

The literati Yake in the hall seemed to have not heard the three of them talking, but still commented on the Taohua Manzhi. When he walked to the cliff, he could feel the real feeling of the wind slamming his face and his body.

Yang Jian took a deep breath and the huge city below occupied the view. This was the Daxing City he built. The three of them went down the mountain road and watched the scenery of early February for a while. Soon, they approached the bustling city gate, with cars and horses coming in and out, and pedestrians and vendors making noise.
Chapter completed!