Chapter 82 His Majesty the Emperor who often refuses gifts from his ministers
Chapter 82
"Although His Majesty is still very brave, but..." After saying this, Han Shi'e closed his mouth and glanced around.
Although the armored cavalry were all a certain distance away from here, Han Shier still kept his voice extremely low.
"If you meet His Majesty, say less and look less. If His Majesty has something to ask you, just say more flattering words. Don't start a dispute in front of the Emperor. Remember this."
As if he was afraid that Yang Qian was young and reckless, Han Shi'e whispered again.
"If I offend His Majesty, not to mention you, even the most loyal ministers who have sacrificed their lives for Your Majesty will still end up with their heads on the ground."
Seeing the sigh and emotion on his uncle Han Shi'er's face, Yang Qian's face gradually became serious.
Although he was giving instructions to Yang Qian, the problem was that there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.
I didn't expect that even a great Sui general like his uncle would have objections to the emperor, which was enough to show how failed the emperor Yang Guang was.
They waited from daytime to dusk, and from dusk until the moonlight gradually rose. Finally, a eunuch came and urged people from all prefectures and counties to hurry to wait in front of the dragon boat.
After boarding the deck, high up on the second floor terrace, a tall and muscular man in black clothes was lazily leaning there.
Next to it are several long fishing poles, hanging on the side of the ship, obviously for fishing. Behind them are all noble ministers, as well as elite Imperial Guards wearing helmets.
On the dragon boat, the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant. Only then did Yang Qian notice that many of the maids were holding flower baskets with picked sweet-scented osmanthus in their hands.
From time to time, I would even scatter some, so that the deck would be covered with sweet-scented osmanthus like snow.
Luxurious, really extravagant, Yang Qian secretly complained.
Following the roll call of the eunuchs, Wang Wei led a group of Xingyang people to respectfully pay homage to the lazy and complacent Emperor of the Sui Dynasty.
Hearing the name of Yang Qian, the tribute scholar of Xingyang, Yang Guang, who was originally lazy, finally cheered up and slowly searched among the dozens of people below. "Who is Yang Qian?"
Hearing this low voice, Yang Qian took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at Yang Guang, the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty, who was looking around.
"Yang Qian, a common man, pays homage to His Majesty..."
"Sit down, come up, and let me take a good look at what the famous Xingyang talent looks like." Yang Guang raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly curious smile, and nodded towards Yang Qian.
Yang Qian was also a little panicked, but he raised his head and saw his uncle Han Shi'e standing not far behind Yang Guang, grinning happily at him, as well as Li Yuan and Gao Shilian who were smiling and nodding at him.
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Full of trepidation, Yang Qian climbed up to the second floor, and once again bowed respectfully to Yang Guang, only then could he clearly see the appearance of the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty.
He has a square face with Chinese characters, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he is not angry and intimidating. Even though he is leaning lazily on the couch, he still makes people feel as if he is facing the beast king who knows when to open his eyes and bite people.
Yang Guang also looked at Yang Lian with some curiosity. "Is that song "Compassion for the Farmers" written by you?"
"Exactly."
"Then the cure for typhoid fever was also made by you?"
"It was obtained by ordinary people from the fragments of ancient medical books."
"I heard that you can also grow leeks?"
"…I know a little bit about it."
"It's really rare to be so knowledgeable and talented at such a young age." Yang Guang stroked his thick beard and smiled.
Behind him, a senior official in his forties stood up and saluted Yang Guang with a very emotional tone.
"This flood caused serious damage to Xingyang, but we didn't expect that in the midst of the disaster, our talents would become famous in the world."
"Such young talents are so knowledgeable and talented at such a young age that Your Majesty takes special notice of them. They are indeed a blessing to us, the Sui Dynasty, and a blessing to Your Majesty. They are also a blessing to talented people."
Hearing this, Yang Guang couldn't help laughing loudly and pointed at the man who stood up.
"Yu Qing is still the best at talking. Yang Qian, thank you Yu Neishi for taking a fancy to you."
"Yu Neishi has a very green eye, and such flattery really frightens the common people." Yang Qian hurriedly bowed respectfully.
"You are quite modest at a young age, which is a good thing. However, since you are a teenager, you shouldn't be so uptight." Yang Guang waved his hand disapprovingly.
At this time, the eunuch on the side carefully came to Yang Guang's ear and whispered a few words.
Yang Guang showed a curious expression and looked at Yang Qian again.
"You also have a gift for me? I heard that you opened a Junzi Chive Restaurant in Xingze. Could it be that you want to give me a chive box?"
Hearing this, all the officials behind Yang Guang laughed in agreement. Uncle Han Shi'e's face turned dark, and he couldn't help feeling secretly annoyed.
Why didn't I inquire carefully with this little nephew before? If I really sent a leek box to His Majesty, it would be a lot of fun.
No matter how delicious that box of leeks is, the emperor is a curious person, so how could he be interested in those vulgar things?
Even if the emperor would not be displeased, it would still be very embarrassing if the emperor refused.
After all, the emperor had rejected gifts from his ministers many times just because he didn't like them. For example, Yu Juluo was rejected by the emperor.
I am afraid that Yang Guang can be regarded as the first emperor in history who acted willfully and often refused to accept gifts from his subordinates.
On the other hand, Gao Shilian, who was not far away, had a thoughtful look on his face and was whispering to Li Yuan beside him. Li Yuan nodded slightly with interest.
An old minister who was over sixty years old but still looked very majestic stood up and looked at Yang Qian as if he were a three-year-old child, shaking his head.
"My young man, you are lucky to be young and your Majesty is kind-hearted. Otherwise, if you had given me such vulgar things, I would have beaten you out with my old fists."
As soon as these words were spoken, the laughter became even louder. Uncle Han Shi'er finally couldn't hold himself any longer and stepped out from the crowd to salute the veteran minister.
"Old General Yuwen has passed. Although my nephew is young and ignorant, he is indeed sincere to His Majesty."
"It turns out he's your nephew. Although he doesn't look like him, but..."
Yu Wenshu looked at Han Shi'e, who was as majestic as a human bear, with some surprise, and then at Yang Qian, who was as handsome as jade, then shook his head and said with a half-smile.
"Okay! Everyone, please step aside..." Yang Guang waved his hand impatiently and raised his chin to Yang Qian. "Tell me what you think."
Yang Qian, who had a clear view of the fight between his uncle and Yu Wenshu, calmed down and said sternly to Yang Guang.
"What the common people are preparing to offer to Your Majesty is a delicacy that is as exquisite as amber and leaves a mouth-filling aroma: Golden Flower Eggs."
"Oh?" Yang Guang became more interested after hearing Yang Qian's description. "Come here, bring me the golden egg presented by Yang Qian..."
Not long after, a eunuch lifted the food box that Yang Qian was carrying to the terrace. After opening it, he couldn't help but stare at Yang Qian subconsciously.
What kind of golden egg? Judging from its appearance, it clearly looks like a bad egg that has been broken and has black spots on the outside.
"Yang Langjun, where are the golden eggs you're talking about?" the eunuch warned in a low voice, blinking non-stop.
He saw that the dead eunuch who was over fifty years old and had no wrinkles on his face was actually ogling him.
Yang Qian's face immediately turned dark, Damn! Where's my knife? Where's my 40-meter sword?...
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