When the emperor is lucky, the streets are deserted.
Outside the Yanqing Temple in Bianliang, Yang Lingao set up a colorful shed on the newly built Duiyu Tower and hired more than half of the color painting craftsmen in Bianliang to whitewash both sides of the road.
There are no fewer than a thousand builders, painters, gardeners tending flowers and plants, and even servants who simply show their strength.
There was constant singing and dancing outside Yanqing Temple. Not only were the bamboo frames re-decorated, but also ribbons were hung on the trees along the way, showing a gorgeous appearance of clusters of flowers.
The Long Live Battalion, the Imperial City Division, the Anti-Security Factory, and the three most domineering gangsters in Bianliang all arrived to maintain order.
The people were looking forward to it. Yang Lin lowered his head and thought about something. Yang Jian next to him excitedly poked him and said, "Brother, I really admire you. You can create such a big scene every time you take action."
Yang Lin said absently: "What does this mean? We have held an Olympic Games in our hometown before, and the opening ceremony was called exaggeration."
"What?" Yang Jian asked, confused.
Yang Lin had something on his mind and was not in the mood to chat with him, so he casually said: "You don't even know about the Olympics?"
Yang Jian blushed and thought, is this going to be famous? Then I couldn't show my timidity, so he quickly said, "I know, I know, hey, it turns out to be the Aoyun Club. What you just said was not clear, I didn't hear it.
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In Jun Rongzhi's elegant music, groups of ceremonial guards marched from the imperial city to Yanqing Temple. This time everything was kept simple. After receiving the order of treasures and driving a thousand oxen, the guiding officer was already introduced.
Several veteran Taoists from Yanqing Temple gathered around Yang Lin and praised him, wishing they could lift this little uncle to heaven.
What an honor it is for the Emperor to visit Yanqing Temple in person. You can imagine that in the next few years, there will be a constant stream of pilgrims here.
Finally, as everyone expected, the Emperor Luan Yu slowly arrived, and the people burst into cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
Zhao Ji was sitting in the carriage, and the common people could not see his face through the curtain. The Imperial City Secretary outside was lifting Liu Qingshui, but he was standing with a helmet on his armor, a sword and a halberd. He looked really majestic. In addition,
His handsome appearance made countless people cheer.
In front of the Duiyu Tower, there was a pavement of loess, water was sprinkled and incense was burned. Everyone's voices fell silent, and they stared and waited for the emperor to appear.
Several emissaries put down the brocade-wrapped steps next to the emperor's imperial carriage, and the gauze curtain was opened, and they saw the current emperor of the Song Dynasty, wearing a crown of heaven, a crimson gauze robe, and three strands of long beard, fluttering down the steps.
This time, even Liu Qingshui's limelight was robbed. Zhao Ji, with a smile on his face, a graceful appearance, and a dragon robe covering his body, really looked like a fairy.
All the officials came forward to salute, and Zhao Ji waved his hand slightly to signal everyone to join the queue.
After a while, with the support of the chamberlain, Zhao Ji climbed onto the high platform and read loudly:
"There are unpredictable weather conditions, and continuous heavy rains have hurt our people. This is all caused by my poor virtue and short service. In order to make a living for the millions of subjects in Kaifeng Prefecture, I opened the emperor's warehouse today to sell grain. Although the flood is in full swing, the price of grain is higher than before.
One day less."
This time, the benefits are really visible. The people have been hungry for many days, and those who have food in their homes are also worried. After all, the food shortage lasts for several months. The cheers of tens of thousands of people at this moment are like the roar of a mountain.
Like a tsunami, the atmosphere of the gathering was pushed to its peak.
Following word of mouth, the people below spontaneously worshiped and expressed gratitude. Standing on the top of the Duiyu Tower, looking down at the crowd bowing their heads and supporting from the bottom of their hearts, Zhao Ji felt as if he were an immortal for a moment. At this moment, he felt that he was
The King of Shenxiao Yuqing mentioned by Yang Lin is the eldest son of God and the great emperor of immortality.
All the officials below were shocked by such a grand scene. Officials from various factions such as Liang Shicheng, Wang Fu, Han Zhongyan, and Zeng Bu all felt a little afraid.
Even Cai Jing was a little flustered. This Yang Lin was so charming. He might not be very mature in other aspects, would be reckless, and would make mistakes, but in the emperor's heart, this person was probably more important than Liang Shicheng. The most indispensable minister.
Zhao Ji was very interested and ordered the palace maidens and singers to dance gracefully on the Yulou Mountain. The emperor and the people enjoyed and watched together.
Duiyu Tower is a tall building built by Yang Lin who gathered thousands of craftsmen and mobilized manpower and materials from Genyue.
This building is eight feet and two feet tall, only a little lower than the Yellow Crane Tower. Looking down from it on the people below, you really feel like the people are bowing their heads.
Yang Lin had an inexplicable sense of pride in the atmosphere he created, and Zhao Ji was already obsessed with it.
Strike while the iron is hot, Yang Lin got up from his small seat, went to the middle of the dancers and worshiped: "Your Majesty, there is a saying in "Guan of Changes", 'The grand view is above, and the sun is down, and the middle is to see the world. Watch, and wash down. Not recommended, there are Fu Yongruo, they can be transformed by looking down. Look at the divine way of the sky, but the four seasons are not the same. The sage teaches with the divine way, and the world obeys."
"Now that my emperor has inherited the fortune of immortality, he has settled down and settled down with the common people. He is admired by all the people and is convinced from all over the world. I invite all ministers to report it and change it to the "Grand View" of the Yuan Dynasty so that people in the country can look forward to it."
Zhao Ji devoted himself to Taoism. Now that he knew his identity as an emperor, he believed in Taoism even more firmly and smiled.
The scholar-bureaucrats present were all angry. When had such a thing happened in the officialdom of the Song Dynasty? The dignified number one scholar wanted to follow the path of a lucky minister.
You know, for these self-proclaimed scholar-bureaucrats, being a Jinshi is their greatest honor.
No matter how powerful those lucky ministers are, they can't compare to their noble status. This is a deep-rooted concept passed down by the scholars of the Song Dynasty for hundreds of years.
It's a pity that there is Yang Lin now. He is a top scholar. There are only a few people like him, but none who surpass him.
This Yang Lin is simply a disgrace to scholars. The Analects of Confucius was not enough for him to find a reign name, so he had to find it from the "Book of Changes", but the emperor still adopted it.
Yang Lin looked sideways and laughed secretly in his heart. A bunch of stupid birds are still holding on to their previous thoughts. Wake up, the current emperor is Song Huizong, and what is about to come is the heyday of traitorous ministers——
The Duiyulou Mountain has unprecedented splendor, but it is very peaceful in a manor in the western suburbs of Bianliang.
A woman in a purple skirt is very gorgeous.
There are many kinds of beauty in women, some are as beautiful as Xiao Guifei, who will captivate the whole country, and some are as delicate and pretty as Ning'er.
Across a paddy-colored screen, the woman asked: "So, not only did we not make a penny, but we also lost tens of thousands of dollars?"
This voice was filled with anger, but the old man outside the screen was so frightened that a cold feeling rushed to the top of his head, his legs softened and he said: "Girl, please forgive me, it's not that my subordinates are careless, I never thought that the investigation factory would act so domineeringly. "
"I'm going to meet him, but I just want to see what's so great about this precious son Yang Tong."