In panic, Zhao Ji summoned all ministers to discuss state affairs in Daqing Hall.
As for Yang Lin, he has been taken to Zhaodefang and cannot move around at will.
The concubines, maids, servants, and servants at home all gathered around him, looking like they were in imminent disaster.
Yang Lin didn't say a word. He was still thinking about how to minimize the loss. If he really quit the stage, who should he tell to guard against the Jurchens further north of Khitan?
The sisters of the Su family were from a small family. Seeing the usually powerful Da Lang being guarded by others, they were already trembling. Instead, Yin Qianqian stepped forward, took Yang Lin's hand and said, "Da Lang, things are very serious.
Is it serious?"
Yang Lin shook his head, indicating to her not to speak and to continue thinking.
As for the Daqing Palace, Zhao Ji was sitting on the dragon chair, looking at the noisy ministers, feeling very angry in his heart.
By this time, they were all criticizing Yang Lin, and they were so angry that they wanted to tear this traitor to pieces who had brought disaster to the country.
How could this situation have come about if he wasn't going militarily and instigating His Majesty to conquer Xia? It seems that the battle to conquer Xia, which attracted the attention of the whole country, was instigated by Yang Lin alone. The blame lies entirely on him and has nothing to do with us.
The louder the scolding, the cleaner the harvest will be, but how will this help the situation?
Occasionally, a few people who thought of countermeasures were drowned in the sound of crusade, and Zhao Ji's fingers trembled with anger.
But he knew nothing about state affairs. If he wanted to talk, he didn't know where to start.
At this time, the second news came
The Xia army has captured Xingqing Mansion, and Xixia is about to be destroyed. Soldiers and horses from the northwest are rushing to support them.
Yinzhou, Shizhou, Xiazhou, Youzhou, and the Song troops in countless fortresses all rushed to Xingqing Mansion, angrily wanting to avenge the shame of several generations.
The entire court was silent, and the guards who delivered the order didn't know why the emperor and his ministers were stunned in place with no reaction to such great news.
The guard thought he was not clear and shouted again.
Zhao Ji stood up, his face returned to rosy, looked at the ministers in the palace with disappointment, and walked away.
There was both sadness and joy, but all the ministers in the palace could not feel happy.
Why didn't he stand up just now? They were full of regrets and hated Yang Lin even more.
If I had just stood up and taken it upon myself, wouldn't this credit, which is greater than the sky, be my own?
The emperor abandoned his ministers and left, humiliating the ministers. When he returned to the harem, he cried with joy.
There is nothing like the comfort of being suddenly told that you are done when you are in despair. This feeling of falling to the ground and rising into the sky made Zhao Ji lose control.
Then he remembered Yang Lin who knelt down to plead guilty, and compared it with those ministers
The country needs responsible ministers, especially kings like himself. Zhao Ji is very self-aware. He is not a responsible emperor. His thoughts are on landscapes and beauties painted on rice paper. Swimming in the ocean of art is his dream. He
A loyal minister is needed.
Now it seems that the only one who can do the job is Yang Lin. What's even better is that Yang Lin still has various tricks to satisfy his interests and can earn endless money for himself to squander. Isn't this perfect?
Minister.
But just now, I had yelled and cursed angrily and locked him up in the house. Yang Aiqing was really wronged.
"Come here, bring me some pen and ink. I want to write an imperial edict."
The young chamberlains were very surprised. It had been a long time since the official family had written an imperial edict in person. They always ordered Liang Shicheng, Eunuch Liang, to write according to his own wishes.
After the dynasty dispersed with complicated expressions among the officials, news of the great victory in the Battle of Xia spread like wildfire.
Bianliang is boiling.
Spring in Bianliang naturally comes earlier than in Xixia, which is still covered in ice and snow.
Before the remaining winter has completely subsided, the people of Bianliang seem to have woken up from hibernation. Braving the still biting cold wind, there are already many people with carriages and ladies on the Bianhe River outside the city, walking on the willow branches.
Colors are hung on the walls, incense is burned in Buddhist temples and Taoist temples, and wine is placed between the pavilions and corridors for high gatherings.
The news spread so quickly that a celebration no less than that of the Shangyuan Festival began spontaneously.
Countless people spread the word orally, and then poured into the streets, setting off firecrackers, hanging colorful banners, setting up colorful tents, and singing and dancing.
At Zeng Bu's house, a group of officials surrounded him, but it was like mourning an heir.
Before Hengshan sent troops, Zeng Bu ordered his men to write frequently to strongly oppose Tong Guan's expedition to Xia.
These self-proclaimed Qingliu people looked down upon Cai Jing's efforts to flatter the eunuchs and rise to power, and Tong Guan's efforts to promote the successive wars between Song and Xia.
In their eyes, they wish that military attachés would never fight a war, or never win a war.
The Song Dynasty remained like this, with the same grandeur, the same singing and dancing, and the same paradise for their literati.
In their view, the expansion of territory was the main reason for the rapid rise of warriors. The Song Dynasty did not need those bitter and cold places in the northwest. The current Song Dynasty was the best Song Dynasty.
This kind of thinking is very shameful, but unfortunately, many literati at this time thought and did this.
Because they live so comfortably!
There has never been a dynasty where the civil servants could be so comfortable, the country was so rich, and it supported tens of thousands of idle officials, with fine wine, beauties, beautiful scenery, delicious food, and a few poems. Why should there be other pursuits in life?
Now the old eunuch is about to destroy Xixia by accident, what should he do? What's more terrible is that the two battle reports, which are only half a day apart, have pushed the treacherous Yang Lin in their eyes to the highest point of honor.
Zeng Bu frowned and said: "The officials rely on Cai Jing, Yang Lin and their likes for nothing more than managing finances and building the army. If the expedition to Xia fails, we will report that Cai Jing and Yang Lin will be driven out of Bianjing, and Tong Guan and his like will be stripped of military power.
Why worry about the officials not being able to evade this generation of treacherous villains? But now that we have won a great victory over Xia, I am afraid that there will never be peace in the country, and Yang Lin, my son, will become so arrogant."
All the officials said so and lamented. The envoys from the foreign countries who did not know this saw this scene and thought that the Song Dynasty had suffered a complete defeat.
Ridiculous and ridiculous, nothing more than this.
Cai Jing's house was also very lively, and everyone was talking around Cai Jing.
They were somewhat unjustly accused. They were the ones who strongly instigated the expedition to Xia. At that time, when their own faction advocated Tong Guan's expedition to Xia, Yang Lin was still their close partner and second leader.
It's better now, Yang Shaozai is so righteous and brave, he resists the crime with iron shoulders, and takes away all the credit and honor.
"Master, this matter must be explained clearly."
"In front of officials, the Grand Master's words carry weight."
Cai Jing snorted heavily: "You are so good at judging the situation. Today, you are talking in the hall. You wish you could eat Yang Wenyuan alive. What else do you want me to say?"
Cai Jing was angry and no one dared to say anything. Lan Congxi stepped forward and said with a smile: "What Enxiang did today is indeed a bit difficult to talk about. But this great achievement cannot be given away just like this. This will destroy Xia."
Xixia was not yet destroyed, and the civil servants of the Song Dynasty were already eager to share all their military achievements. Unfortunately, a victory report that was half a day late allowed them to take away all the credit they had received.
This is the most aggrieved thing. It’s okay to be embarrassed. Anyway, you can’t lose the credit.
Cai Jing's face was gloomy and he said coldly: "We are the ones presiding over the summer campaign. Why are you so mean in the Daqing Hall today? Even if I have the eloquence of a lotus tongue, how can I speak so well in the official position?
Home, what he has seen and heard with his own eyes and ears, can he still erase it?"