The Yang family was full of joy, celebrating Yang Tong's return to the family, and Fang Miaolian was pregnant again.
The lights in the back kitchen are brightly lit, various dishes are being cooked, and Zhaodefang is celebrating tonight.
The family was enjoying the dinner happily, when a young eunuch suddenly came in and saluted Yang Lin with a smile.
"Yang Shaozai, we are here to give you a message based on the official's oral instructions. Recently, there have been many reports from the officials, frankly saying that the Qing family's behavior has been inappropriate. They declined a lot and did not go to court early. Laziness is unbecoming of a minister. Tomorrow, you will go to court early tomorrow. You must not go to court again."
Kuang, admire this."
Yang Lin secretly thought that this must be Liang Shicheng's instigation. He avoided Cai Jing's limelight, and his people would not make him uncomfortable in the court.
After seeing off the little chamberlain who had delivered the order, the atmosphere became tense. Yang Tong smiled and said, "As a minister, my son should be diligent in political affairs. There is nothing to be dejected about."
Yang Lin nodded and said, "Dad is right."
After the dinner party, Yang Lin strolled to Fang Miaolian's yard. The house was filled with incense but the windows were open. Fang Miaolian was leaning on the bedside, squinting her almond-shaped eyes, as lazy as a satiated cat.
Seeing Yang Lin come in, her eyes opened and then closed again.
"Dispersed?"
Yang Lin chuckled, sat on the bedside, put his arms around her shoulders, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, you gave me another baby."
Fang Miaolian glanced at him and said in a neutral tone: "I'm going to have a hard life."
Yang Lin looked down and saw that she was wearing a priceless ocean blue necklace on her snowy chest, and she suddenly felt confident.
Yang Shaozai suddenly showed off the aura of a master, commanding the maids to wash themselves, then lay down on the bed, hugging the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan, and slept all night.
Early the next morning, all the officials arrived at the Daqing Hall.
Yang Lin arrived very early. The emperor had decreed that ministers should be more diligent.
Yang Lin stood aside and dozed off, thinking about how he had used the lips and tongue of Miao Lian who was still breastfeeding last night, and the fusion of water and milk was unforgettable.
Suddenly a high-pitched voice laughed and said: "Yang Shaozai, after a long time, you have become more and more radiant."
When Yang Lin opened his eyes, he saw a group of people surrounding Liang Shicheng. He immediately clasped his fists respectfully and said with a smile: "Taifu Liang, I was granted the title of Taifu of the School before. I am ill and am not in the court, so I can't come to the door."
Congratulations, now I am here to accompany you. Fortunately, the master has always been magnanimous and will definitely forgive you."
Looking at the way he bowed so politely, those who didn't know better thought that he was a confidant of Liang Shicheng like Cai You and Wang Fu.
It was rare for Liang Shicheng to have a direct conversation with him, and the officials around him all pricked up their ears, wanting to hear what the two giants of the DPRK and China were communicating with each other.
"Yang Shaozai leads the Jin gentry with his articles. Nowadays, many scholars in various county academies, including the Taixue in Kaifeng Prefecture, highly praise Shaozai. Scholars talk about Shaozai's achievements, and his poems, songs, dances and wonderful pens are brilliant, which makes people feel sad.
As the saying goes, gentlemen are in groups but not party members. Yang Shaozai is so brilliant that he doesn't worry about the villain's slander."
After Liang Shicheng finished speaking, he sneered in his heart, and the officials around him also broke into a cold sweat for Yang Lin.
He gathered a group of shameless literati who flattered him and promoted his noble moral character everywhere, which has become a joke in officialdom.
It's ridiculous that the people are so pedantic and ignorant that they actually believe it to be true. They also think that the young scholar Yang Shaozai is a moral saint, a Taoist god who descends to earth to assist the king.
These things may sound ridiculous, but they can become evidence of a clique. If the hidden prime minister Liang Shicheng attacks, it will be really difficult to deal with it.
Yang Lin rolled his eyelids and said with a smile: "Those are just false names, just like the floating clouds in the sky. I never expected that the people in the scholar forest would love me so much. When this matter came to His Majesty's ears, it was just a smile from Mr. Bo.
No one would take it seriously."
Liang Shicheng smiled and said: "Of course it is, what Shaozai said is exactly right."
At this time, Yang Jian led Zhao Ji out, and all the officials stood in awe and saluted together.
Zhao Ji glanced around and saw Yang Lin, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and twisted his beard and smiled.
"Yang Aiqing, is it okay to have a baby?"
As soon as this statement came out, all the officials were surprised. They did not expect that Yang Lin's holy family was so prosperous.
Yang Lin coughed twice and said weakly: "I'm half healed. I was still a little confused at first. When I heard the official's questions, Wei Chen's mind suddenly became clear."
Zhao Ji glared at him, indicating that he had known for a long time that he was pretending. Yang Lin immediately said: "Your Majesty, I was ordered to manage Dali, and now I have succeeded. This time I have recovered the southwest, opened up territory, and offered sacrifices to the Ancestral Temple.
To express my condolences to the past emperors, I proposed that a grand ceremony be held in front of the Duiyu Tower."
The eyes of everyone from Liang Shicheng's line turned green
Wang Fu is still halfway there, so why is it done?
Liang Shicheng winked, and a civil servant came out and said: "Yang Shaozai's words are wrong. There are constant wars in Dali now, fighting day and night. The soldiers sacrificed their lives in front of them, and the three armies fought bloody battles at the foot of the mountain. How can it be completed?"
This crimson-robed civil servant has a face like a crown of jade, three strands of black beard, and a good-looking appearance. He is none other than Geng Nanzhong, the admonishing official.
Yang Lin's face turned cold and he shouted at the court: "All the Duan clan, the former king of Dali, have set off to come to Bianliang with the army. The wars in various places have subsided and there is only some resistance left. Isn't this considered a success?
Are you so underestimating our contribution to Pingnan? Do you know better than me and His Majesty? You can tell me how many cities there are in Dali, how many hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses there are, and how many generals there are.
If you do, I will apologize to you."
The civil servants of the Song Dynasty had their eyes high, and no one could devote themselves to studying the situation of various countries. The war in the southwest was even more insignificant in their eyes.
Geng Nanzhong was scolded until he was speechless, submissive and speechless.
Yang Lin was unyielding and pointed at him and said: "Since you don't know anything about it, but you jump out to point fingers and hinder me from holding a ceremony for your majesty to sacrifice to the Ancestral Temple, is it because you don't want to see your majesty achieve such a great achievement and comfort the late emperor?
What are your intentions?"
Geng Nanzhong was panic-stricken and sweating profusely. He tried hard to slap people with big hats, and every one of them might ruin his official career.
Liang Shicheng hated the fact that iron cannot be made into steel, so he went out and said: "Doctor Geng is outspoken and heartfelt for a while, but he only cares about the soldiers in the southwest. Although he is a little impatient and reckless, I don't think he has any disrespect for His Majesty. Yang Shaozai, please be patient."
Zhao Ji also smiled and said: "In that case, I will follow Yang Qing's instructions and make nine heavy arrangements on the eighth day to celebrate the great victory in the southwest with the people."
Among the officials, Cai You couldn't help but lower his head and chuckle. Some time ago, he was jealous of Wang Fu, but now he just wanted to shed tears of sympathy for him.
This little Cai Xianggong Cai You was not welcomed by the people in Bianliang. No matter whether they were friends or foes, they all shook their heads at him.
This guy has neither moral integrity nor ability. Whatever is put into his hands, he will only mess it up. He is also known as a professional at selling teammates. As long as he can benefit himself at the expense of others, he will never hesitate at all. But he has a good father who can't help it.
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The officials around him did not have Cai You's background and courage, and they all had serious faces.
But everyone knew in their hearts that Liang Yinxiang had fallen into disgrace again this time.