Although the tiger was lying sick on the bed, this momentum was still there. The old master Yang Jian was angry, and everyone was delighted and dared not speak.

At this time, only Li Mu was not afraid and walked towards the old master Yang Jian step by step with three feet of white silk in his hand...

"clatter......"

"clatter......"

"clatter......"

Li Mu's footsteps sounded, step by step as if stepping on Yang Jian's heart.

"Your Majesty, get on the road." Li Mu walked to Yang Jian and said softly.

"Cough, cough, cough."

"Rebel traitor, you dare..." Yang Jian pointed at Li Mu, his face was swollen and red, pointing at Li Mu and shouting loudly.

"My minister, Li Mu, please send Your Majesty to the road." Li Mu dragged his voice and sang.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Mu put the white silk in his hand on Yang Jian's neck and thrust his hands hard.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!"

Yang Jian kicked the bed hard with his feet, and his hands were slapping around, and he was struggling desperately.

Not to mention Yang Jian, who was already old and ill, even Yang Jian was not a match for Li Mu who was powerless.

Not long after, Yang Jian stopped struggling, tilted his head and fell on the bed.

As soon as Yang Jian died, the ministers beside Yang Guang were instantly panicked. This was the monarchy, and this was the first time since ancient times. Although Li Mu was the one who took action, they really took all this with their own eyes.

"What should I do, what should I do?"

"Tomorrow, if you go out at this time, we can't live." Zhang Heng, the assistant minister of the Huangmen, panicked.

The Huangmen Minister is a person around Yang Jian, but he was bribed by Yang Guang early on, and he did nothing to inform Yang Guang on weekdays.

"Waste, a bunch of waste."

"If you can share my worries like Li Mu, how could you get to this point?" Yang Guanghu stared at his unscrupulous subordinates with wide eyes.

"Your Highness, it's all." Li Mu put the three-foot-long white silk that had killed Yang Jian back into the tray in the servant's hand, clapped his hands and said.

"Plop."

Unexpectedly, Li Mu had just put the white silk in the tray, and the servant holding the tray sat on the ground with a loud bang. It seemed that the tray in his hand weighed a thousand pounds.

"Bang."

"Waste, waste." Yang Guang put his foot on the servant and said angrily.

At this time, seeing Li Mu coming, Yu Wenhua and other ministers subconsciously stayed away from him, as if they were avoiding the plague god.

You know, Li Mu just killed the old master Yang Jian with his own hands, and strangled the old master Yang Jian to death. In the name of a minister killing a king, it will be a stigma for eternity in this era.

"Li Mu, what do you think about how to deal with the aftermath?" Yang Guang asked Li Mu.

At this time, Yu Wenhua and others were all panicked, obviously they couldn't come up with any good ideas. So, at this time, Yang Guang naturally had to seek Li Mu's opinions first.

Li Mu looked around and saw an imperial edict on the table not far from Yang Jian's bed. The pen and ink on the imperial edict were not yet dry. The content of the imperial edict was the imperial edict that wanted Yang Yong to succeed the throne.

Li Mu picked up the imperial edict on the table and threw it into the stove next to it. The materials of the imperial edict were all fine silk, and it immediately burned when it encountered fire. When it burned to the wooden handles on both sides of the imperial edict, it made a "crackling" sound.

"Yu Wenji." Li Mu shouted loudly.

Huo Yu Wenhua is in a daze, and Li Mu called him so much that he really scared him.

"Ah!" Yu Wenji recovered and responded.

"Mr. Yuwen, I remember that you have good calligraphy and are good at imitating. I wonder if you might imitate the old master's words?" Li Mu asked.

"That's nature..." Yu Wenhua and subconsciously replied.

However, as soon as Yu Wenhua said that, he immediately regretted him. Li Mu had just thrown away the imperial edict on the table, and now he asked him if he could imitate the calligraphy of the old master Yang Jian. What he wanted to do is imagine.

However, this has been said, and it is not so easy to take it back.

Yu Wenhua is also a thief. He quickly changed his words and said, "Imitation can naturally be imitated, but if I imitate at most, it is to imitate a shape. I am afraid that I can't imitate the charm of the spirit. If I want to see, Mr. Zhang is with the old master all day long, he will definitely be able to imitate these charms of the spirit."

Yu Wenhua and he kicked the ball at the Huangmen Minister Zhang Heng. Whether it was Zhang Heng or Yu Wenhua and he were both civil servants, he was naturally very proficient in calligraphy, and imitating handwriting was not difficult for them.

Although it is not said that it can be imitated exactly, it is not a big problem to imitate it.

Although Yu Wenji's words are rude words, they make some sense. Zhang Heng is with the old leader Yang Jian all day long, and his familiarity with Yang Jian is naturally above Yu Wenji. When he imitates, he will definitely be able to improve the details.

"Shilarious Minister Zhang, come here, I'll tell you to write." Li Mu took out a blank imperial edict and called Zhang Heng, the assistant minister of the Yellow Gate.

Zhang Heng was already sweating profusely, and he had already greeted Yu Wenhua and the whole family of women in his heart.

"General Li, I am far inferior to Lord Yuwen in calligraphy. This... it's better to write it to Lord Yuwen." Zhang Heng said hesitantly.

Li Mu looked at the group of cowards and said angrily: "What are you going to do? Do you want to die? Before dawn, after the work is not done thoroughly, we all have to die."

At this time, Yang Guang also spoke. He glared at Yu Wenhua and Zhang Heng who were ruthless. He thought that each one could be more attentive than the other, but when it comes to you, one would shrink faster than the other.

"Zhang Heng, you write." Yang Guang said coldly.

Yang Guang's tone was a bit unkind. When Zhang Heng heard this, he knew in his heart that today he was afraid that he would have to write, and that he would have to write if he didn't. If he insisted on not writing, he was afraid that he would have to follow the old master Yang Jian.

At this moment, I guess that Yang Jian hasn't gone far, and if I chased him quickly, I guess I could still catch up.

The importance of fate and reputation is undoubtedly the former.

Li Mu is a ruthless man who dares to kill the old master Yang Jian, and Zhang Heng dares not hate him. Yang Guang is Zhang Heng's new master, so Zhang Heng naturally dares not blame Yang Guang.

So who should blame this? It must be blamed on Yu Wenji. You should know that Li Mu ordered Yu Wenji's name at the beginning, and it was Yu Wenji and this bastard who led the disaster to him. Then Li Mu called him and asked him to write the imperial edict.
Chapter completed!