The 299th chapter wants to kill the treacherous and ask the prime minister
There was a north wind all night, and the mountains and rivers were covered with snow.
On the streets of Bianliang City, before dawn, the Kaifeng government office organized manpower to shovel the snow one by one.
Yang Tianning, whose eyes were bloodshot, opened the door, looked back, and said, "Father, it's daybreak, but it's not clear yet."
Yang Lin stood up, feeling extremely happy and sad. He sat quietly all night, and all he could think about was the innocent and tragic death of the Huzhou Xiang soldiers general.
This decadent dynasty, which has fallen to the level of the Jingkang crisis, certainly has its dark side, and this is just the tip of the iceberg.
However, Wang Fu's behavior still made Yang Lin really angry. After the early morning court meeting, he did not return to his mansion. Instead, he went to Chongzheng Hall with Cai Jing and Cai Bian from the east and west mansions.
News of the war on the southern front came. A month had passed since Wang Fu's defeat. The Tibetans had reached Dali, which was unexpected.
Last night, Zhao Ji and several court painters were appreciating the 20,000 paintings presented by Yin Muhong. They were a little forgetful for a while, and they were a little absent-minded in the morning.
Although there was a report of the Southwest War, he didn't pay much attention to it. Dali was obtained for nothing. In Zhao Ji's opinion, there was not much difference between fighting the Tubo in Dali and fighting on the Tubo's own territory.
Anyway, Yang Lin and Cai Jing have made it very clear to him that this battle will be won.
After a while, Zhao Ji came in, with two dark circles under his eyes and yawning constantly.
Cai Bian's face turned cold, and he started scolding: "Your Majesty ignores the affairs of the country, indulges in drinking and music, stays up all night, and doesn't know day and night. If this continues, what will happen to the world?! What will happen to the people?!"
Cai Jing and Yang Lin looked at each other and curled their lips helplessly. Zhao Ji would definitely not care anymore.
Sure enough, Zhao Ji's expression changed and he walked away
Looking at the emperor's retreating back, Cai Bian was a little stunned for a moment. Is this the emperor of the Song Dynasty? The emperors he had experienced were all afraid of leaving a bad reputation in the history of the Qing Dynasty for refusing to remonstrate, so they would not treat their courtiers.
A verbal offense leads to anger in court.
You know, when Emperor Renzong was spat on by Bao Zheng, Xingzi just cursed bitterly: He was almost killed by a stinky man.
The palace was empty, without the eunuchs and the emperor.
Cai Jing patted his brother on the shoulder, smiled bitterly, and said, "Let's discuss matters in the open air."
The civil servants of the Song Dynasty had banquets, and they often played until dawn, using all kinds of novel and romantic tricks. But as soon as the emperor showed any signs of this, he would be mercilessly scolded.
But that was the old history. Today's emperors often have so much power that they can appoint a prime minister with just one word.
Cai Jing, Wang Fu, Yang Lin, Cai You, Gao Qiu and other prime ministers and important ministers in the current dynasty were all mentioned by Zhao Ji. This was something that I could not even imagine before.
Because except for Yang Lin and Cai Jing, who were at the top of the official imperial examination, the others were all useless. Almost all of them were from Jinshi background, and none of them had participated in the old imperial examination.
It is no wonder that Cai Bian, who was in charge of the Xifu in history, was deposed in recent years. He assisted three generations of emperors and acted according to the style of the previous civil servants. It was already in Cai Jing's face that he was not beaten.
When he arrived at the Mingtang, Yang Lin clasped his fists and said bluntly: "The Grand Master and Shaobao, the soldiers and horses on the southern line of Tibet have been defeated and fled. As Wang Fu is the commander-in-chief, the Privy Council should convict him and report to the Holy Spirit."
Cai Bian shook his head, got out of his irreconcilable and willful obsession with the emperor, and said angrily: "Wang Fu, the dog thief, is a close official of the emperor. He is favored by the officials, so it is difficult to touch him easily."
This is absolutely true. Wang Fu behaved in an arrogant and high-profile manner, often tyrannizing the villagers and extorting bribes illegally.
Time and time again, Zhao Ji was put in front of Zhao Ji with real evidence for impeachment, but he was always punished lightly. He may be able to escape severe punishment this time.
The worst case scenario would be to stay at home for a few days, waiting for Liang Shicheng to lure the emperor to see him, and forget about it as soon as his heart softens.
Yang Lin sneered, and when he told Zhang Shuye and the Huzhou Xiang soldiers, the two brothers in the hall were moved at the same time.
"Is there such a thing?" Cai Bian was a little skeptical, but then he thought about it. There was no lower limit for Wang Fu. He could probably do it.
On the contrary, Cai Jing raised his eyebrows and said: "Zhang Shuye is the direct grandson of Xu Guogong Zhang Qi. The Zhang family is a prominent family in Kaifeng Prefecture. Maybe we can discuss this matter with them."
As soon as an expert opens his mouth, he will know whether Cai Jing is infinitely superior to his younger brother in terms of power struggle.
Yang Lin understood and nodded secretly, thinking to himself, I really didn't know Zhang Shuye had such a big background.
Zhang Shuye was originally the magistrate of Huzhou. When Fang La was captured, he was the only one among the dozen or so states in the south of the Yangtze River to obey the order and lead troops to help Suzhou. He also made military exploits while guarding Mingzhou.
So together with the Huzhou soldiers, he followed the army and was transferred to Dali in the southwest to fight. Unexpectedly, he encountered such a difficulty.
After all, Cai Bian was more concerned about the war on the front line and asked: "The situation in the southwest is corrupt, but the northwest is advancing vigorously. The soldiers under Han Shizhong are also better at fighting than Wang Fu. I wonder if the soldiers and horses on Jishi Mountain can save the southern front."
Yang Lin said solemnly: "Why do you talk about the Northern Front to save the Southern Front? Both the Northern and Southern Fronts have to win! We have laid out this point, and if we still lose the battle, wouldn't we make the southwestern countries laugh? Tubo was torn apart, and the Song Dynasty took over Tubo.
It's like plowing the court to sweep holes, but the king and the dog thief can't do it. In the worst case, the generals will be replaced at the last moment, and the southern front will have to be fought back by me."
These words were very resounding. Cai Bian thought about it carefully and couldn't help but secretly praise Yang Wenyuan for his calmness in the face of danger and indeed thinking more thoughtfully than himself.
Cai Jing rolled his eyelids and said softly: "Wenyuan, if you want to bring down Wang Fu, you may need some extraordinary means."
Yang Lin's expression changed. Cai Jing's words had already made his attitude clear. The old thief could still see clearly and knew that it had to be someone like Liang Shicheng who wanted to threaten him.
In fact, in later history, it was Wang Fu supported by Liang Shicheng who overthrew Cai Jing several times and took away his position as chief prime minister.
When Wang Fu became prime minister, he only did two things. One was to obey Liang Shicheng's words, and the other was to suppress Cai Jing's old subordinates by any means.
With Cai Jing's help, and even as long as he doesn't stop him, he will be more confident in dealing with Wang Fu. Cai Jing asked himself to use some extraordinary means. Yang Lin took a deep breath and said, "Students, please leave first."
Looking at Yang Lin's back, Cai Jing had a complicated look in his eyes. Cai Bian behind him was still complaining: "Brother, how come your Majesty has such a temper? Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, none of the emperors in the past has been polite and virtuous, treated ministers well, and accepted advice with an open mind. Today
It's just a few words, and then you ignore the important affairs of the country, how is it, what is the decency of it."
Cai Jing put away the expression on his face and turned around, smiling and saying: "Second brother, Wenyuan sent some bottles of good wine to my house on New Year's Day. Why don't you come to my house for lunch?"