Chapter 51: The Philosophy of Working at the Wine Table
Drinking wine and drinking wine, drinking glasses and changing glasses, the beauty is by your side and the wine is in front of you.
For a moment, Yang Lin was almost intoxicated by the spring scenery of Bianliang. If he hadn't known about the coming catastrophe, becoming a peace officer might have been a good choice.
Zhao Ji obviously had a great time. The people around him, including Cai You, Yang Lin, Yang Jian, and Li Shishi, were all his favorite ministers and waiters.
These people can bring him happiness, especially Yang Lin, and can help him solve a lot of troublesome things.
Yang Lin did not speak during the banquet, but just accompanied the emperor, making jokes and chatting and having a banquet.
Talking about state affairs at this time is a very disappointing thing for the romantic emperor.
Yang Lin's purpose was not to educate this hopeless emperor, but to fulfill his own purpose, and there was no need to disturb his interest.
Zhao Ji kept smiling and said with a smile: "Master, today we are full of friends and guests, drinking and drinking happily, how can we not be accompanied by the sound of silk and bamboo."
"Since it is Mr. Zhao who invites me, I will show my shame."
The voice was so sweet and sweet that the bones of the men present were numb.
Li Shishi stood up, sat on a small wooden pier with exquisite carvings next to him, picked up a pipa from the side, played it lightly with his left hand, and played it with his right fingers.
When you are drunk, your thoughts are hard to control.
Zhao Ji and others shook their heads. Although Yang Lin didn't understand music in his previous life, he inherited the memories of this life and was considered a master in this field. Of course, he could hear the superb skills of this tune and couldn't help but follow it.
After the song was played, for fear that everyone would see that he didn't understand, Yang Lin was the first to give high-fives and praise: "Okay! This song should only be heard in heaven, not in the world. You can play it really well."
Zhao Ji glanced at him with dissatisfaction and scolded with a smile: "Young lady plays well, and your praise is genuine. She doesn't have the slightest bit of the No. 1 scholar's style."
Yang Lin chuckled and said, "Brother Zhao, I don't understand. The so-called praise without words means I'm talking about it."
Cai You couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw that this boy had arrived not long ago and had snatched away all the interaction with the emperor.
He is different from his father. Cai Jinggu relies on his talent and ability to favor him, but Cai You relies entirely on flattery.
Cai You interjected: "Today is a beautiful day with beautiful scenery, good wine, and a handsome man like Brother Zhao attending the meeting. How about we make a drinking order?"
Yang Lin was about to back off as soon as he heard it. Drinking orders are not as simple as they seem. They require all kinds of allusions. Yang Lin asked himself if he could play it. Just when he was about to speak, he heard Yang Jian jump out first.
"The drinking order is a game for you literati. Our family is not very talented and has little knowledge, so we will not join in the fun."
Yang Lin secretly gave the old eunuch a thumbs up, and then said, "Brother Yang is lonely if he doesn't play alone. I'll drink a few cups with him next to you, and you can continue."
Zhao Ji grabbed him and said with a smile: "If the number one scholar can't back down, you will be the commander."
Yang Lin rushed to put the duck on the shelf. Li Shishi filled a glass of wine for him, covered his mouth and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Zhuangyuanlang, let's get started."
Yang Lin snorted coldly and said: "The official has already come up with the topic. Let's prepare poems and quote them randomly. The poem involves drinking."
Everyone smiled and agreed. Yang Lin pondered for a moment and said: "The peach blossoms on the faces of people are red against each other. Who is blushing when drinking wine?"
There were all pretty boys present, and Zhao Ji was the one who drank the most. With a red face, Master Li smiled and said: "Master Zhao, this order must fall on you."
Zhao Ji chuckled, raised his glass and drank, saying: "You will come out only after you have been called out, and those who are late will drink."
Yang Lin pulled out Yang Jian and said, "I came in two steps earlier than my brother. You should drink this wine."
Yang Jian smiled and waved his hands: "Our family has long been out of your circle. You, the commander, have no control over me."
Everyone burst into laughter again. In order to heighten the atmosphere, Yang Lin held on to Yang Jian until he drank the old eunuch until his fair cheeks turned red.
When the flowers are blooming, they break away from the sorrow of spring when they are drunk. When they are drunk, they break the flower branches and use them as wine chips.
Several people were staggering drunkenly, but it was Huizong Zhao Ji who had the best drinking capacity, followed by Yang Lin who came from a later generation.
There was a lively joke, and when the music ended and everyone dispersed, Yang Lincai whispered: "Your Majesty, I have something to report."
At this time, Zhao Ji was in a good mood and asked with a smile: "What's the matter?"
"About Genyue Shoushan."
Zhao Ji became even more interested and asked: "How are Gen Yue's preparations? Have you encountered any difficulties? Although I will make the decision for you."
Yang Lin opened his mouth and began to ask for power in various ways, and Zhao Ji agreed one by one.
Until Yang Lin said that he wanted to have a full bodyguard, Zhao Ji hesitated for a moment. The ancestral system of the Song Dynasty was to divide military power, and creating a new one was against the ancestral system.
Yang Lin took advantage of the situation and said: "Your Majesty, it is not easy to quickly build a royal garden. Various problems are bound to come one after another. There must be a guard. Otherwise, when will we be able to succeed? After the completion, we can still
Disband on the spot."
Hey, Gen Yue didn't finish the repairs until the country was overthrown. Yang Lin naturally dared to talk nonsense, because he knew that Zhao Ji's desire for strange stones was endless, and Gen Yue would never finish the repairs.
Zhao Ji readily agreed and asked, "What is the name of this division?"
Yang Lin was full of bad taste, and stepped forward and said: "Since we are working for His Majesty, he must be dressed in brocade clothes and angry horses, so he has a royal look. How about calling him Jin Yiwei?"
"Jinyiwei?" Zhao Ji shook his head and said: "It's too straightforward. It seems like an old farmer got the name, not like you are the champion."
Yang Lin thought bitterly that if Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, he would have to come from his grave. There is no Zhu Yuanzhang now, let alone his grave.
Zhao Ji has all the literary and artistic qualities in his body. Even every small courtyard in the palace was acquired by himself after he became emperor. He would definitely not be willing to give such a chance to others. After a while, his eyebrows flew up and he clapped his hands and said
: "Okay, if you want to call this Genyue Shoushan Mountain Long Live Mountain, then your group should be called Long Live Camp."
Yang Lin secretly cursed, this is not as good as Jin Yiwei.
It doesn't matter what you call him, Yang Lin doesn't care at all. The main thing is that he has the opportunity to cultivate cronies secretly and blatantly. This is the most important thing.
You know, this Long Live Battalion was created by myself, and under the guise of transporting Hua Shi Gang, all kinds of intelligence collection can be legitimately carried out. I also have my own spies. This is the process of the Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty, but they rely on the inn.
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The next morning, the morning court was cancelled, and His Majesty the Emperor was drunk and skipped work again. The ministers were helpless.
When they saw the emperor on the third day, the Long Live Camp had been built, and Yang Lin's actions were not unpleasant.
Wang Chaoli was transferred by him to the camp as an officer. Some of the other troops were borrowed from the Imperial City Department, and some were frustrated junior officials.
A new Long Live Battalion was established. Before the officials could finish digesting this information, they heard the next bad news.
The person who promoted Long Live Camp was Yang Lin, whom they were going to sue today, and the construction of Genyue Shoushan Mountain was a foregone conclusion.