After bidding farewell to Zongze, Yang Lin led his troops out of Jingshan. Within seven days of the carriage's journey, Bianliang was already in front of him.
Cars and horses were passing outside the city, and family members in green clothes and small hats were guarding the city gate to welcome Yang Lin back.
Yang Lin got out of the car with two beauties, one big and one small. Everyone in the house had already become accustomed to this, so they chuckled and drove them back to Zhaodefang.
Li Yunniang twisted her body which became more and more round and voluptuous, and came up to Yang Lin with a smile, and put a big black cloak on Yang Lin.
Yang Lin tightened his clothes and said with a smile, "Where is my dad?"
"Master, he went to Taiping Prefecture. Before leaving, he left a message saying that he couldn't wait to attend Liu Tiju's wedding banquet, but he had already been prepared with a generous gift."
Yang Lin curled his lips and complained: "It's freezing cold, and anyone who can't stand him will run out. My dad is really, at his age, making a son feel uneasy."
Yang Lin took Tao Zi over and introduced: "This is Zhong Guiyi, the legitimate daughter of Mr. Lue, an old farmer from the northwest. She will live in our house from now on. We will clean up a separate yard for her and provide her with more than a dozen maids."
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The woman in Zhong Mansion had already told her something when she came here. In addition, after spending the past few days together, sleeping in a carriage every day, Zhong Guiyi raised his eyes and tilted his head, and asked innocently: "Brother, I don't know."
Shall I sleep with you?"
Li Yunniang, Qin Qingqing all covered their mouths and snickered. Yang Lin gave her a slap and said with a smile: "When you grow up, you can sleep with your brother."
Zhong Guiyi made a sound, pouting his little mouth and feeling a little aggrieved. Yang Lin and the other two female relatives couldn't help but laugh.
Li Yunniang looked at Qin Qingqing and said, "This girl?"
"Put it in my yard and serve it." Yang Lin said casually.
Li Yunniang smiled and said: "I know, girl, come with me."
After coming to the inner courtyard, he changed his clothes and rested for a while before going into the palace to meet the saint.
When they came to the imperial city, they first went to the Forbidden Police Factory. Yang Jian was drinking tea when he saw him come in and stood up, saying, "Brother, when did you come back?"
Yang Lin sat down at the table and said, "It's been less than a quarter of an hour since I got home, and my butt is still hot before I come to see you, brother. Is there anything unusual in the DPRK while I'm out of Beijing?"
"It's nothing more than trivial matters. The only thing to worry about is that the Khitan sent an envoy to ask for Princess Yelu Nanxian of Anqing. He didn't mention the matter of Xixia. His Majesty left it to Wang Fu to handle. The grandson worshiped the Khitan envoy as his ancestor every day and took him with him.
They were eating, drinking and having fun in Bianliang, which caused many civil officials to impeach them."
Yang Lin nodded and said: "Yelu Nanxian is being fed and fed well by the Western Army. I will go to see the saint right away and ask your Majesty to send him back to Khitan properly."
Now that the Khitans themselves have a lot of problems, they must not start a conflict with them at this time, because these alien races on the grasslands can often quickly and sincerely unite once there is a foreign invasion.
At this time, it is time to stabilize them and let people like Emperor Tianzuo and Xiao Fengxian continue to work. You can even ask the Song Dynasty to add some materials to them to make them work more vigorously. This is the right way.
The Song Dynasty now has horse breeding land in the northwest, connecting Mongolia and the Western Regions. After the market opens, there will be no shortage of horses.
The days when the Song Dynasty only had infantry and lacked cavalry will be gone forever. As long as you can keep the Western Army, you will be fine. Once you have developed yourself, no matter what monsters are outside the Great Wall, You Yan is not bound to win.
Yang Lin knocked on the table and asked, "Tong Guan returned to Beijing earlier than me. Did he do anything?"
"I visited Prime Minister Cai and Liang Shicheng. Both of them went there in a swaggering manner, without any cover-up."
The old eunuch still had courage. Yang Lin's face darkened. In order to gain the effectiveness of the Western Army, the relationship between him and Tong Guan was bound to break down. After all, the Western Army only had one, and Tong Guan had to master it if he wanted to be the king of the northwest.
The strongest combat power of the Song Dynasty.
Yang Lin stood up and said: "Okay, brother, take me to see His Majesty. My brother has a lot of things waiting for the Emperor to solve. Where is Your Majesty?"
Yang Jian sighed and said: "Your Majesty has recently become obsessed with a kind of six-stone painting, which does not require chamfering and uses ink to create a halo. It can be said to be lifelike."
"What picture?"
Yang Jian smiled and said: "It's just painting."
Yang Lin greeted this hard-working artist in his heart, but then he thought about it, it was good, it was better than having a weirdo like Chongzhen come out and give random advice.
Since the empire, the most fearful thing is a monarch who doesn't know shit about micro-managing. In the Soviet-German battlefield, the largest battle on land in World War II in later generations, the head of state and his loving father casually performed micro-managing and helped the opponent to eliminate at least hundreds of thousands of his own soldiers.
If he likes painting, just let him paint. At least it won't harm the country and the people. As for the pomp and circumstance, once the Wanzaiying business empire built by his own father is in operation, he can make money by building Gen Yue, not to mention wasting money and people.
Riding a carriage, the two of them came to Genyue together. Now Zhao Ji no longer liked living in the narrow and compact prison, and instead moved to Genyue.
Many royal concubines and princes have already lived in this most exquisite and luxurious garden built in the history of mankind.
Yang Lin came to the garden and saw an extraordinary man from a distance, holding a child in one hand and smiling happily.
Since ancient times, royal warmth has been rare. Zhao Ji held his two daughters in his arms.
Seeing Yang Lin coming in, Zhao Ji's face lit up, and he stretched out his hand and said, "Yang Aiqing, come to me quickly."
Yang Lin took three steps and two steps at a time, quickly stepped forward and clasped his fists, saying: "Your Majesty, Yang Lin, pay homage to my emperor."
Zhao Ji smiled and said: "My dear, you have been traveling and traveling so hard, and you have worked really hard. You have contributed a lot to me in pacifying the northwest. Tell me, what reward do you want?"
Yang Lin smiled and said: "How dare I be greedy for God's merits? This great achievement is all due to the lives of the northwest generals. Two hundred thousand Western troops died in the service, and millions of civilians in Qinlong personally risked their lives to transport the baggage. Of course, the most important thing is your Majesty's rule.
He is prosperous and his martial virtues are as high as the sky, but I am just an errand boy."
Zhao Ji hugged his daughter and laughed. Yang Lin took the opportunity to take a peek. The two girls were both two or three years old. Their fat little faces were very cute. Judging from their age, they should be Maode Diji Zhao Fujin and Ande Diji Zhao Jinluo.
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Yang Lin suddenly felt blessed and secretly found a way to write a letter asking the officials to change the princess to the emperor. It would probably make the elegant Zhao Ji happy.
This was originally Cai Jing's idea, but it seemed that he was going to poach him in advance again.
Yang Lin took advantage of the emperor's happiness and said: "Your Majesty, at the turn of spring and summer last year, the river collapsed, and thousands of miles of ocean were filled with water. The people in the west of Beijing were in dire straits, and people in and around the Bianhe River were starved to death. In order to prevent the tragedy from happening again, I proposed to establish an additional governor's office of the river.
, set up a chief to be responsible for regulating and regulating the river throughout the year. From the upstream to the estuary, we will manage it uniformly and at all times, so as to save tens of millions of people along the way from floods as soon as possible."
Zhao Ji thought that Bianliang almost ran out of food last year. If Yang Lin hadn't used clever methods to turn the crisis around, something big would have happened.
With lingering fear in his heart, Zhao Ji nodded and said: "That's true. Yang Qing once practiced it and went to the flood to control the river. Does Ai Qing have someone in mind for the post of governor of river control?"
"Jiezhou Tongpan Zongze is good at this. If he takes on this important task, he will definitely fulfill his mission."
Zhao Ji didn't know who Zong Ze was. He was only promoted temporarily. However, since it was proposed by Yang Lin who had just made great achievements and had nothing to reward, Zhao Ji readily agreed.
Next, Yang Lin has to go to Cai Jing's place to walk around, otherwise it will be useless even if the emperor agrees.
Fortunately, the interests involved in this matter are not big. The governor of river management has a big reputation, but it is a thankless job. Besides, all the officials in the court have fertile land in Kaifeng Mansion, so river management is also a good thing for them.
It is estimated that it won't be long before Zongze can take up the post of governor of river control.
Zhao Ji said a few words and then brought up the matter of Xian Jie. His words were vague and he wanted to put forward some of his own ideas several times.
Yang Lin secretly laughed. This guy wanted to stand out and came up with some good ideas. For example, he hoped that his appearance would be different.
Yang Lin rolled his eyes and said: "Your Majesty is the Lord of the Divine Sky. On the day of the victory ceremony, the fairy mist was shrouded and the auspiciousness descended from the sky. What's the problem? Your Majesty can rest assured and leave it to me to arrange it. Just wait and see."
Zhao Ji was overjoyed and gave the six-stone picture he had just finished to Yang Lin.