Chapter 294 One person supports the Song royal family
During the Spring Festival in Bianliang, there were no taboos. The officials opened the gates for three days, allowing the people to celebrate the new year.
The sun was shining brightly and people were walking on the street. A strange team suddenly appeared at the north city gate. Sixteen tall knights in red robes and swords came escorting an exquisite carriage.
Young Prime Minister Yang Lin personally came to see off the Jurchen delegation, which showed the sincerity of the Song Dynasty court.
The Khitan envoy was angry and walked away. While the Jurchens crossed their arms and sneered, they also became much more honest and respectful.
Wanyan Wu Qimai handed in the document very early. They were not prepared to stay in the Song Dynasty for a long time. The Liao and Jin Dynasties were about to start a war. Wanyan Wu Qimai was not only the biological brother of Aguda, but also a major general of the Jin Kingdom. They were not Khitans.
, for the Jin Kingdom, which had only a few soldiers, one less general was a big vacancy.
That battle in the north was bound to shock the world and engulf an era of melee. Just thinking about it makes people nervous.
The good life of the Song Dynasty monarchs and ministers was coming to an end. Yang Lin looked at the Jurchen envoys in the distance from the car curtain. These people were not tall, but they looked very strong.
After getting off the bus, Yang Lin exchanged a few words with them. Yang Pu, a Bohai native, was proficient in Chinese and did not need someone from the Siyi Hall to translate.
Suddenly, Wanyan Wu begged for help and said with a smile: "If our Jin Dynasty defeats the Khitan, are you willing to join forces? We will take Liao and Tokyo, and you will take Yanjing."
After listening to Yang Pu's translation, Yang Lin secretly laughed in his heart. These barbarians were still not confident and thought they could only win Liaodong.
In fact, all the five capitals of the Liao Dynasty will fall into their hands within a few years. If the original history is to be followed, even Tokyo and Bianliang in the Song Dynasty will be ruined by these dogs over and over again.
How capable such a mere tens of thousands of people are on the battlefield? Yang Lin often wonders if there is any special event in history that has been artificially erased.
Otherwise, relying solely on historical records, the combat effectiveness of these birdmen would be a bit unscientific. Yang Lin chuckled lightly and said, "If the world changes, we Song people will naturally adapt to changes."
His words did not promise to participate in the war. Compared with later history, when the Song Dynasty actively participated in the Maritime Alliance with the Jurchens and wanted to share the Liao Dynasty, Yang Lin's words were somewhat ambiguous.
For Yang Lin, the Jurchens will never be a qualified neighbor. These people are simply beasts in human skin. They have not yet evolved the heart that humans should have. As neighbors, they are not even as good as the Khitan people.
The battle in the future is inevitable and will determine who is the master of this land.
Wanyan Wu Qimai received such a reply, which was exactly what he expected. He didn't talk too much at the moment, clasped his fists and turned around to leave.
The Jurchen envoys all came on horseback. No wonder they came so many days earlier than Xu Yuenu and the others.
Lu Qian looked at Shao Zai for a long time and refused to take his eyes back. He poked his head and asked, "Shao Zai?"
"I really want to kill them"
Lu Qian's expression was a bit exaggerated, and after a while he asked in a low voice: "How about contacting the brothers at sea in Michigan Port?" After saying this, he made a slashing motion with his hand.
Yang Lin restrained his huge murderous intention and sighed: "Forget it, I'm afraid they will choose to negotiate peace with the Liao people and then attack us first, and the gains will outweigh the losses."
"They're just a bunch of Tatars." Lu Qian was quite unconvinced.
Yang Lin smiled bitterly, patted his shoulder and said, "Miss Yuenu is coming to Bianliang soon. After all, you can't enter Zhaodefang without passing the gate. Do we still have a yard to accommodate her?"
"Young Master, the cozy home in Changle Building has been empty since Miss Ning'er moved away."
"Changle Tower." Yang Lin looked a little nostalgic and longing, all of which were memories of his first days in Bianliang and the beginning of his struggle.
"It's been empty for so long. It must be damp and stale. Send someone to clean it quickly, open the windows for ventilation, use incense to deodorize, and then replace all the furniture that needs to be replaced." Lu Qian remembered them all in his mind.
Hearing Yang Lin mutter again: "I should have been reminded of this kind of thing a long time ago, so I will look for a beauty to put her in, so it is not a waste."
Lu Qian's face suddenly turned red and he coughed violently. He couldn't help but admonished: "Young Master is so young, your health is the most important thing."
"Don't make any noise, I know it well."
Yang Lin drank with a straight face, then felt guilty and said: "I have internal and external tonics, Taoist secrets, and it is not excessive."
Lu Qian spread his hands with a "I wish you were happy" expression.
Yang Lin learned from the pain and said, "What you said makes sense. Forget it, after this New Year's Day, I will be more restrained."
Lu Qian was overjoyed that Shao Zai finally listened to his good advice and asked with a smile: "Young Zai, where are we going?"
"Zhaixinglou, hey, I haven't seen Master Li yet. I'm going to give her a 'New Year'!"
Lu Qian:——
In Genyue, Zhao Ji and his family had lunch together happily.
There was elegant music playing in the hall, and in the middle there were palace dancers dancing, their graceful faces looked like those of gods and goddesses.
Countless maids in silk silk and pearls on their heads were waiting in the palace like butterflies wearing flowers.
In Zhao Ji's arms were Empress Zheng's two concubines. The two little concubines were so young and as cute as pink porcelain dolls. They were Zhao Ji's sweethearts.
They were very close to Zhao Ji, neither crying nor making trouble. Sometimes they would pull Zhao Ji's beard, but His Majesty would just smile and take it away without blaming him.
They wore identical pink pullovers embroidered with moons, but the necks were made of silk gauze with several flowers. They wore one skirt but no skirts. They thought they were afraid that the two little emperors would get cold, so they wore one.
Soft plain moon-colored thin cotton panties.
The two pearls tied together with a ribbon on her head look as childish and cute as two little jade rabbits. She is really loved by everyone.
In the Song Dynasty, there was still one table per person, and there was no such thing as eating together.
On Zhao Ji's table, there are all kinds of precious fresh vegetables. It is the middle of winter, and only the emperor can enjoy such fresh vegetables and fruits.
Queen Zheng, who was standing by, couldn't help but talk to her brother-in-law, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty's table is full of green this year. It is indeed a time of wealth and prosperity. Only in the prosperous and peaceful times can we be so blessed."
Zhao Ji smiled and said: "It seems that this is all Yang Aiqing's credit. He built some kind of greenhouse in his house so that he can provide so many fresh vegetables every day."
The emperor, concubines, princes, and concubines present suddenly thought that what they were wearing and what they were wearing on their heads seemed to have been donated by Yang Shaozai.
From crown to robe, robe, scarlet socks and deer boots
The work done by the tailors in the palace was always not as impressive as the one presented by Yang Shaozai. Take the big fur crown as an example. The one presented by Yang Shaozai was surrounded by gold mesh, made of real pearls, mixed precious jade, and decorated with purple clouds, white cranes and brocade.
Unknowingly, the entire family's food and clothing expenses had begun to depend entirely on Yang Lin's bribes.