Late at night, in Cai Mansion, Cai Jing, who always pays attention to health, has not fallen asleep yet.
The study room was brightly lit, and four senior officials from the Lecture Department, Wu Juhou, Wang Hanzhi, Wei Bochu, and Feng Shu, were sitting at the bottom.
Cai Jing sat on the ebony armchair, stroking a golden nanmu handle on the chair with one hand, his face flickering under the candlelight.
"We built the Lectures Department and emptied out the six government agencies, but Yang Wenyuan didn't do anything?"
Feng Shu smiled and said: "Grand Master, maybe you value this Yang Lin too much. Without the Grand Master, he will be like a bird losing its wings and a tiger losing its fangs. He will lose all his ability."
Cai Jing chuckled lightly and said: "Yang Wenyuan is as you said, able to sweep away Han Zhongyan, step on Zeng Bu, capture Tong Guan, and stand tall in the court under Liang Shicheng's criticism?"
"We talk about loyalty to the emperor and the country, saints bow down to us, and the world is in great order. What's wrong with that? I think Yang Lin must have felt powerless and simply stood up."
Cai Jing looked ugly. These people didn't take Yang Lin seriously at all. He called them to discuss it at night in vain. It was of no use. Yang Wenyuan's various tricks in Yangzhou were his biggest reliance on becoming the prime minister. Later, he
Under his protection, his wings gradually grew, and he established his own business.
Everyone said that Yang Lin was forced to raise the flag himself because he killed his best friend Zhu Meng. Cai Jing sneered at this.
Killing Zhu Meng was necessary for a major event. How could he be such a short-sighted person? Only Cai Jing himself knew that this Yang Wenyuan was not willing to belong to any force at all.
When he was an eighth-grade eunuch, he dared to go against Liang Shicheng. How could such a person join forces to save money?
Suddenly, there was a sound of slightly hasty footsteps, which was particularly obvious in the quiet night.
There was a knock on the door, and someone outside whispered: "Sir, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has sent a secret message."
Cai Jing quickly let him in, took the secret letter and looked at it. He closed his eyes and looked scary.
"Master?"
Cai Jingping calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Yang Lin came to the palace tonight and recommended Zhang Shangying to your majesty as your right minister. Your majesty has agreed. Tomorrow morning, it will be announced in court. The official has agreed, and I can only seal it here.
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"What?" Everyone was shocked. The position of right prime minister had been vacant for a long time and could not be filled. It was because Cai Jing did not want a deputy to share his power.
Unexpectedly, Yang Lingui would hold back such a big move at home. In the study, Cai Jing chased away several people like flies.
When the room was empty, Cai Jing sighed and said with a wry smile: "Wenyuan, Yang Wenyuan, if you are willing to help me and marry Lingbao, are you afraid that the position of prime minister will be lost in the future? Why can't you wait these few years?
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The next day, Zhang Shangying paid homage to the Prime Minister, but what was strange was that Yang Lin did not come to the court.
Zhang Shangying came to the Yang Mansion excitedly, and was told that Shaozai was not at home. Zhang Shangying, who was excited, waited for a while and then went back to the house to celebrate.
In the Daxiangguo Temple in Bianliang, Tokyo, Abbot Zhiqing looked at Yang Lin in front of him with a bitter look on his face.
In addition to being the young prime minister of the dynasty, this man is also the temple leader of Yanqing Temple and the deputy leader of Taoism in the world. Ever since he came up with an official saying that he is the Changsheng Emperor of Shenxiao Palace, Taoism has become the state religion, and His Majesty has proclaimed himself a Taoist.
Emperor Jun, the Daxiangguo Temple has also lost its former glory.
The current Daxiangguo Temple relies on family members of bureaucrats who believe deeply in Buddhism to donate some incense money.
Some small temples can no longer survive. Although large ancient temples such as Daxiangguo Temple are in a tighter financial situation than before, they are still richer than ordinary official families.
Yang Lin chuckled and said, "Master Zhiqing, I'm just asking about some common trivial matters. Why are you so stubborn?"
"The young master wants all the high-profile guests to have their scheduled incense burning time. If this temple reveals it easily, how can these people let it go?"
Yang Lin said: "There are only a few people here. If you don't say it and I don't say it, who can spread the word? Don't you still believe in my character? Although I don't say that I am brilliant, I can always be upright and bright.
Bar?"
Zhiqing had no choice but to think that he could not escape today. He nodded as if he was appointed and said: "Yuanhui, go get the booklet and show it to the young master."
"Abbot!" Yuan Hui shouted, but before she could say the next sentence, she was kicked by Lu Wang: "Go quickly, you don't even listen to the abbot, you are simply lawless. Come on, Lu Qian, get the knife
Let it go."
Lu Qian looked at Yang Lin, who nodded slightly, and then he put down the knife on the abbot's neck.
"Haha, abbot, don't worry, I won't go out and talk nonsense about this matter. If the news leaks out, it will be your own within the temple who said it. Then, I will still come to trouble you."
Zhiqing sighed, full of helplessness, and watched Yang Lin and others copy a copy of the booklet before leaving in a swaggering manner.
Yang Lin flipped through it casually and said: "Zheng Yunyao will come to offer incense in seven days. Everything will be ready by then. There will be no mistakes."
Lu Qian's face was a bit resentful, he wiped his eyelids and said: "Don't worry, Young Master, brothers are familiar with the road."
Yang Lin was stunned for a moment, and he actually heard a hint of ridicule, and he laughed and cursed: "Stop fucking talking nonsense."
The group of people rushed to the Honglu Temple Ceremony Hotel without stopping, where the person in charge was Wang Chaoli.
After the troops from the Long Live Battalion entered, they entered a courtyard, kicked out the people from the Concierge Hotel inside, and firmly occupied every doorway.
Yang Lin straightened his clothes and stepped in. Halfway through, he turned around and said, "No one can be let in."
"Don't worry, Young Master, my subordinates understand."
In the Concierge Hotel, there is a very spacious wooden room, surrounded by carved beams and paintings, and bead curtains and green curtains. Although it is not very luxurious, it still has a special elegance.
There were two small tables facing the window in the room, and the seats were ivory mats with brocade borders and rugs. Duan Miaozhen sat casually on the mats, stroking the gifts on the floor like a child, her eyes filled with sweetness.
There was a bang and the door was kicked open. Duan Miaozhen was startled. When she turned around, she saw that it was Lin Lang whom she had longed for.
The expression in Duan Miaozhen's eyes changed from surprise to joy, and like a baby swallow throwing herself into the forest, she ran lightly into the arms of Yang Lin who was standing there.
Yang Lin didn't even answer. He picked her up and put her on a chair. After a while, the clouds cleared and the rain stopped.
Duan Miaozhen's slender white jade fingers were drawing circles back and forth on his chest. Yang Lin held her in his arms and said, "Zhen'er, I have something to ask you."
Thinking of his gentleness today, Duan Miaozhen's heart felt so sweet that it felt like it was going to explode. After hearing this, her buttocks tightened and she subconsciously covered her face. Then she made up her mind and said shyly: "Lin Lang, just say, I, I, I
I promise you all."
Yang Lin whispered in her ear, but Duan Miaozhen showed no resistance and spat: "The bad guy wants to deceive another girl again and let her be an accomplice."
Yang Lin quickly expressed his love: "Zhen'er, I am here to keep our family's wealth, otherwise you would think I am willing. Now I am restricted by the prime minister, and I can't do anything if I don't find a backer."
When Duan Miaozhen heard this, she felt the same way, and she automatically adopted Gao Mingtai's face as an arrogant and authoritarian prime minister. In addition, when Yang Lin lied to her, he poured all kinds of dirty water on Cai Jing's head, and everything was done to the detriment of the Dali royal family.
Duan Miaozhen had long regarded Cai Jing as Gao Mingtai of the Song Dynasty, and Lin Lang was his savior.
Adding Yang Lin's words of "our family" made her smile, and whispered: "I promise you that you will go to Xiangguo Temple in seven days. Zhen'er has been chanting sutras since she was a child, so she will definitely help Lin Lang deceive her.