In the winter of the first year of Daguan, the emperor's personal soldiers, Liu Qingshui, who was promoted to the Imperial City Department, handed over a secret letter.
This letter was sent to King Jian, who was the half-brother of Emperor Zhezong and the legal heir to the throne of the Song Dynasty.
The identity of the sender is even more special, it is Han Zhongyan who is at the center of the storm.
Han Zhongyan's servant Zhu Ning was ordered by his master to deliver a message, but he woke up halfway and came to the Imperial City Department to report his master.
This letter then fell into the hands of Liu Qingshui. This was the explanation Zhao Ji heard. It is better to believe that it is true than to believe it is not.
Even if Zhao Ji has 90% confidence that this is fake, as long as he has 10% doubt left, he will definitely eliminate all hidden dangers.
This is the way the emperor, the emperor who holds the highest position of ninety-five, thinks about problems.
Zhao Ji immediately summoned Liang Shicheng and asked him to send someone to check the details of a person named Zhu Ning.
Liang Shicheng didn't know why, so he sent someone to investigate and found out that this person was Han Zhongyan's servant, but he had disappeared for a long time.
One day later, Han Zhongyan was made the prefect of Daming Prefecture and completely withdrew from the Bianliang stage.
Overnight, the battle that had been going back and forth came to an end in an instant, and the forces on all sides became surprisingly quiet.
On the outskirts of Bianliang City, the so-called messenger Zhu Ning had a flattering smile on his face. He was actually the only one who escaped from Han Pang's nursing home that day.
The loyal protectors of the Lord were all beaten to death, so why did he have to think about his own fate when he returned? In desperation, Zhu Ning hid in a ruined temple on the outskirts of the city, mixed with a group of beggars, and was found by the Little Wolf Camp.
A forged secret letter was handed into his hands, and he only needed to go to the Imperial City Department to hand it in.
"Master Jun, I have already taken care of this matter. Hey, when will the money and arrangements that Master Jun promised me come to sea?"
In the night, Lu Wang laughed evilly, put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Zhu Ning, the young master still needs you to do one last thing."
Zhu Ning, who had a premonition of danger, struggled desperately but could not move. Two hands grasped his shoulders, as if they were being pinched by iron pliers.
"You want to kill people and silence them!"
A bright sharp knife pierced his chest, squarely on his heart.
None of these salt dealers have dozens of lives in their hands. They kill people like chickens.
After Lu Wang finished killing the people, he wrote in blood on Zhu Ning's clothes under the moonlight: It is not a pity to die for a thief who betrays his master.
Looking at Zhu Ning who was dead on the ground, Lu Wang let out a long sigh of relief. He was young and had not caught up with the glory of the Salt King of Huaihe and Huaihe. He only often heard from his fathers about Yang Tong's majesty and methods.
Now it seems that the young master he works for is more sinister and sinister than his father, and he will do whatever it takes.
What's the point of working your ass off to earn a living on the Cao Canal Road? What's the point of following Shao Zai and getting an official position to honor your ancestors?
The next day, passers-by discovered the cold body and immediately reported it to the authorities.
An investigation by the Kaifeng Mansion revealed that the person who died turned out to be a servant of the Han Mansion, and judging from the bloody words left behind, this person might have been killed by the Han Mansion itself.
Although only a few people except Yang Lin, Zhao Ji, Liu Qingshui and others knew who Zhu Ning was, everyone knew that Han Zhongyan was unlucky and was beaten by thousands of people. Now Han Zhongyan is undoubtedly that broken drum.
Zeng Bu of Kaifeng Prefecture was happy to see his old rival fall, and he didn't mind adding another blow.
Zhu Ning, a servant of the Han family, was killed and the murderer left a blood letter, which was quickly reported to Zhao Ji.
Zhao Ji knew the name Zhu Ning. In his opinion, this was undoubtedly an act of revenge by Han Zhongyan to vent his anger. This made him even more certain that he had written the letter and that he had not wronged him.
Han Zhongyan, who was still relying on his family and had not set out, was demoted to the deputy envoy of Cizhou regiment training. This is a real fight to the end.
Han Zhongyan was thinking about it, and he didn't know why the emperor hated him so much.
Little did he know that in the eyes of the emperor, he not only relied on his power to forcibly rape his mistress, but also contacted the legitimate heir to the throne and wrote a letter filled with complaints about the emperor's favoritism to Yang Lin.
If he knew the emperor's opinion of him, he would probably shout for His Majesty's mercy. Of course, this injustice would not be comfortable.
Yang Lin has been surprisingly low-key recently, almost never leaving the house, but his own Zhaodefang is about to be destroyed.
Han Zhongyan fell, and all his subordinates were demoted one after another and promoted to official positions. His status was established in a battle with the young prime minister Yang Lin.
How powerful the Han family is, it makes Yang Lin who defeated them even more powerful. A thick thigh has appeared. If he goes late, he will have nothing to do.
Zhaodefang, in a cross-courtyard, has a very beautiful scenery, with snow-laden red plum blossoms, simplicity and beauty coexisting.
In the pavilion in the courtyard, Yang Lin, Yang Jian and Liu Qingshui were surrounding a charcoal stove with boiling broth cooking dog meat.
The aroma lingered, the wine glass was knocked over, and the laughter continued.
"The evil will not prevail against the good! Today, the three of us have eliminated a great harm for the imperial court. It is indeed a blessing for the country and the country. Come! Drink this cup to the full."
Yang Jian thought much more deeply than Liu Qingshui. After drinking, his face became rosy, and he smacked his lips and said: "Brother, Han Zhongyan has fallen, and there are quite a lot of empty seats. Even if we don't drive away his henchmen, someone will.
Drive them out of the court, but I don’t know how many people are willing to join your service."
Yang Lin chuckled, he chose this time to take action, it was actually the best time.
When the Cai brothers left the capital and Tong Guan was not there, Liang Shicheng watched from the sidelines.
These people are holding back to watch themselves and Han Zhongyan compete with each other, waiting to reap the benefits.
Chewing the fragrant dog meat, Yang Lin stood up and ordered the wine to be scalded, and then said: "It's the twelfth lunar month when the wind stirs up the snow and the cold is cold. It's the right time to send charcoal in the snow. It's the right time to have flowers blooming. Who doesn't squeeze in around me? If you want people,
It's not that easy to capture. When Han Zhongyan fell, not to mention Liang Shicheng of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Cai Xiang's family dominated the outer court. Without Zeng Bu, Han Zhongyan couldn't compare with Cai. In this case, His Majesty will promote someone to share the burden.
With the power of Prime Minister Cai, I might not even be able to sleep well."
Liu Qingshui smiled and said: "Other than Da Lang, there is no suitable candidate for this person."
Yang Lin put his hands behind his back and said in a loud voice: "I am a scholar in Huaiyang, and I have a leisurely and relaxed nature without fighting. If there is no victory in the Golden Palace, the Qingdeng ancient scroll will be the rest of my life. If heaven gives me a great responsibility, alas,
I, Yang Lin, am willing to risk my life for the common people."
Yang Jian and Liu Qingshui looked at each other and hid their faces while drinking, not wanting anyone to know that they knew the pretentious criminal in front of them.
"Then what are you going to do?"
"Open the door to the house, accept gifts, collect money, and accept officials." Yang Lin turned around, and before the righteous expression on his face could change, he blurted out: "From now on, I, Yang Lin, will also be in this court.
There is nothing like the beauty of being surrounded by the front and back.”
A burst of wild laughter lasted for a long time in the backyard of Zhaodefang.