Yang Fan's place is not far away from Xingxing. It is also heavily guarded. There are dozens of fully armed and majestic soldiers. They are all local tribesmen who have followed Yang Fan for many years. They are also rewarded by the great ancestor Liu Zhiyuan. The fierce soldiers are regarded as followers.
The sky has become dark and deep, the surroundings are surprisingly cold, and the cold wind is biting, penetrating through the muscles and bones.
In the conservatory, next to the couch, the Han Dynasty Prime Minister Yang Bin was still working at his desk. Yang Bin was a standard Shandong Han Dynasty. After several years of busy career as prime minister of the Great Dynasty, his slender body had already shown its majesty, and the "thatched cottage" had completely faded away. The despicable attitude of "the team".
After finishing the official document, he stopped writing, placed it on the pen rest in a very ceremonial manner, put away the pages of the album, and called for someone to come. Not long after, an official came in and waited for instructions in awe.
"Send this document back to Tokyo and submit it to the Ministry of Personnel. It will be implemented accordingly. Officials who break the rules must be dealt with severely!"
Yang Bin's tone was particularly cold and stern.
The official in front of the case was obviously a confidant of Yang Bin. He knew what was going on and was ordered to do so. He couldn't help but hesitate and asked: "My lord, if you are dealing with more than ten people at once, is the commotion too big? Are there any of these people?" Zhang Yisu, a man with a profound background, is the only son-in-law of Xianggong Wang of the Third Division, and Xianggong Wang has been a good friend of Xianggong for many years. With only a small mistake..."
Before he could finish his words, Yang Bin scolded him with a cold face: "The laws of the Han Dynasty are very strict and cannot allow you to be so arrogant and careless. It's time to clean up the Han Dynasty's court again. Don't say any more. Just post the document and it will be done." But if you hesitate again, I will not forgive you!"
"For the sake of safety, should...should I submit it to His Majesty for review first?" The subordinate asked for instructions again, but under Yang Bin's cold eyes, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he quickly changed his words: "I will take care of it now."
Then he seemed to be running away, resigned and left.
Standing alone in the guest room, looking at the hurried backs of his subordinates, Yang Yan's expression slowly relaxed, and after a long time, he sighed heavily. I don't know when, these subordinates should also question his decision. I think back then, In the Han Dynasty, he, Prime Minister, was the one who could call the shots and call for the rain.
well……
A wave of tiredness hit his face, and Yang Fan couldn't help but raise his hand to carefully touch his temples. Although it was out of sight, Yang Fan seemed to be able to feel the white hair there. Forgetting everything else, he was always in the midst of the storm for the sake of starting a business. During the precarious Han Dynasty, Yang Bin also worked hard day and night. Although he was not favored by the Emperor Liu Chengyou, as the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, Yang Bin still fulfilled his responsibilities seriously.
Taking a deep breath and calming down his slightly depressed mood, Yang Fan picked up another letter from the stack of documents on his desk, opened it, reviewed it, and wrote to give instructions.
The cold night was getting colder and colder, and time passed quickly without realizing it. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew out the weak candle that was about to burn out.
His eyes dimmed, his brows furrowed, and Yang Bin immediately called out: "Here, hold the candle!"
An open flame was lit, and an old slave dressed as a steward entered, holding a three-candle candlestick in his hands.
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"Master, it's late at night, so you'd better rest early!"
"Wait until I finish approving these official documents!" Yang Bin buried his head and replied casually: "Please step aside first, I don't need to wait here."
Seeing this, the old slave couldn't help but persuade him: "Master, you are so diligent. On the Northern Patrol Road, you are still working day and night for the country, forgetting to eat and sleep. The emperor doesn't know about it these days, let alone doesn't care, so why bother?"
The old slave's words were obviously a sign of injustice for Yang Bin. Hearing this, the pen in his hand paused. Yang Bin raised his eyes and looked at the old slave who had been with him for many years and had a close relationship with him.
That is to say, he knows his loyalty. Otherwise, according to Yang Bin's character, a merciless scolding is inevitable. Even so, he still gave a small warning: "When I am still a humble person, you will follow me. When I become the great Han Dynasty Prime Minister,
After so many years, you should know my character. Such words should not come from your mouth. Not to mention, with your mediocre body, how dare you criticize the emperor's dignity? Now it is no better than before, when you are by my side, even more
Be careful in what you say and do, and behave accordingly!”
After being lectured by this lecture, the old slave sighed and bowed respectfully: "Yes!"
Yang Bing devoted himself to his official duties. The old slave did not leave. He noticed the fatigue on his increasingly old face under the bright yellow light, and took the initiative to say: "Master, I will give you a shoulder massage."
He was probably tired, so Yang Ping agreed promptly.
While he was skillfully helping Yang Yi, the old slave talked in a chatting tone: "In the daytime, my family sent me a letter. It was written by the villain's scoundrel son, saying that Yanzhou was poor and unbearable.
I want to go back to Tokyo, I want to..."
After hearing what he said, Yang Bing's eyebrows immediately furrowed, and while he was thinking about it, he said, "There is something twinkling in your words!"
Without waiting for an explanation, Yang Bin added, "I think it's not that your son wants to return his favor, it's that my rebellious son can't stand it any longer!"
The second of Yang Tingwei's three sons, Yang Tingwei, was accused of persecution of subordinate officers because of rape, and was reported to Liu Chengyou. Liu Chengyou was handed over to Yang Bin. Yang Wei was so angry that he demoted the second son to Yanzhou as a minor official.
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After being exposed by Yang Xi, the old slave was a little embarrassed. Although his tone was insufficient, he still had the courage to say: "Master, Yanzhou is remote, far in the west, a poor place. There is no peace in the territory, and the war is uncertain. These two
Disasters have continued throughout the years. This kind of place is really a land of tigers and wolves. Erlang must have realized his mistake after staying there for nearly two years. The effect of punishment has been achieved. Why not recall him and serve him before his knees and discipline him?
To relieve the pain of lovesickness..."
Hearing the old slave's remarks, Yang Fang had a strange look on his face. He looked at him seriously, thought for a moment, and then said: "I can teach you to say such things, but you have made some progress!"
Then his expression turned serious: "However, because of these words, he still has to stay in Yanzhou. Otherwise, if we call him back and give him a hand, I am afraid that he will ruin the family tradition of my Yang family. He is in Yanzhou
How can those in the state hide their wanton behavior from me?"
"Furthermore, the current situation in the DPRK..." At this point, Yang Yi's expression became gloomy, and he sighed: "That's all, I won't mention it. Later I will write a letter and send it to Yanzhou to give it to that person.
Unfilial son..."
Yang Fang was convinced, and the old slave was wise enough to say nothing more.
Suddenly, there was a discordant noise coming from outside the door, like a commotion. Yang Xingli, who was in a bad mood, became angry. As soon as he asked the old slave to go out to see the situation, he saw the guard captain hurried into the hall with a panic look on his face.
Yang Ping lightly hammered the table and asked: "What's going on outside? What's the decency of being in such a hurry?"
"Ms. sir..."
I only had time to shout out two words when I heard a burst of footsteps coming from outside, mixed with the sound of the collision and friction of beetle leaves.
His expression changed, and he stared intently. In a few breaths, he saw Zhao Yanjin and Zhao Kuangyin storming in with a group of forbidden troops.
Of course, Yang Bin recognized these two direct generals of the Royal Guards. He was slightly frightened, clenched his fists in his sleeves, and put on the aura of a prime minister on his face, and shouted: "Why did the two generals Zhao lead their troops into the hall on a cold night?"
Zhao Yanjin and Zhao Kuangyin looked at each other without saying a word. They gave way to Wang Jingchong, who walked slowly over with no expression on his face. He bowed in the middle and said pitifully: "I'm here to pay my respects to my husband. I've been bothering you all night. Please forgive me!"
"Wang Jingchong!" Seeing this formation, how could Yang Bin not notice it and stare at him coldly.
Wang Jingchong stood calmly, looked at him, showed no timidity, and said quietly: "Your Majesty has invited me, if you know your interests, you shouldn't make things difficult for us..."
