In the imperial garden, Zhao Ji was enjoying the dance of the palace musicians. There were only two little palace maids fanning beside him.
The guards outside the courtyard were hiding in the shade, chatting away. Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, and several guards quickly stood upright.
A group of palace maids and chambermaids came, surrounded by a great eunuch, wearing a purple-green robe that was only worn by the top officials of the Song Dynasty. This person was Liang Shicheng, who was in charge of the external library of Ruisi Palace and was responsible for preaching evangelism abroad.
Although Liang Shicheng was born as a low-level chamberlain, he was good at learning to please, was smart and cunning, and was proficient in grammar. He also worked hard to learn calligraphy in order to cater to Zhao Ji.
Anyone with good calligraphy was regarded as a good person by Zhao Ji, so he was able to control the calligraphy bureau.
Some minor officials who were good at calligraphy were also selected to practice imitating Huizong's calligraphy and mixed it into the edict to promulgate it, so that the court officials could not distinguish the authenticity.
Liang Shicheng's prestige in the palace was very high, and several guards treated him respectfully, nodding and saying, "Are the officials in there?"
"Back to Eunuch Liang, the officials are listening to music inside."
Liang Shicheng turned around and said, "Let's wait a little longer so as not to disturb His Majesty's pleasure."
Only then did several guards discover that among the maids behind Liang Shicheng, there was a middle-aged man in official uniform. He looked like the leader of his own imperial army, the Palace Commander Gao Qiugao.
Liang Shicheng was still somewhat sure of the time it would take Zhao Ji to listen to music and watch singing and dancing. Just as they were waiting under the shade of a tree, Yang Lin hurried over.
"Hey, you are so elegant, enjoy the shade outside the imperial garden."
When Gao Qiu saw that he was his enemy, he was extremely jealous and said viciously: "You don't have to be arrogant. I'll see how you defend yourself in front of the officials."
Yang Lin ignored him, but instead glanced at Liang Shicheng, who was standing among them. He didn't say anything, his eyelids were drooped, and he looked like a harmless old eunuch who was taciturn.
The most fearful thing was the old man who was known as the Hidden Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty. Liang Shicheng seemed to have sensed Yang Lin's gaze. He turned his head and smiled at him.
Yang Lin returned the salute with his fists in his hands, and walked blankly into the imperial garden. Several guards reached out to stop him: "Your Majesty is enjoying the singing and dancing. Please wait a moment, Yang Tiju."
Yang Lin took out his waist card, waved it, and said with a smile: "The official family has a decree, but if it comes to Gen Yue Shoushan, you can directly face the saint."
The guard glanced at Liang Shicheng, who nodded slightly, and Yang Lin burst into the courtyard with a smile.
Gao Qiu said anxiously: "Father-in-law, did he come in first?"
After waiting for about a hundred steps, Liang Shicheng said: "It's almost time, let's go, let's go and meet this number one scholar for a while."
Walking through the promenade, you will see hundreds of flowers blooming in the Imperial Garden, covered with ribbons and silks, making it look like a fairyland on earth.
The middle pavilion is located in the middle of the lake, with two tall maids fanning themselves, and sitting Zhao Ji, the emperor of the Song Dynasty. Opposite him, the dancing girl is as graceful as a fairy on the water.
On the brocade pier on one side, there is a young girl sitting, waving her jade hands lightly, playing melodious music, perfectly matching the dancing girl.
Yang Lin stepped forward, walked to a girl holding a pipa in her arms, took the pipa, lightly pressed it with his left hand, and picked it up with his right fingers. The music sounded softly, like the autumn wind, and it was in harmony with the music played by the girl playing the lute, without any abruptness.
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Yang Lin, as the wealthy son of Yangzhou, had been taught music by a famous teacher since he was a child, and now he is still as good at it as he was before.
Zhao Ji chuckled, stroking his hands and said, "I didn't expect Yang Qing to have such a skill. He is really versatile."
Yang Lin was even more proud, singing while playing: "
The residual wax is fragrant in the clear and cold weather. The romantic seduction breaks the spring light.
I have been busy with this flower all year long, and I have not taught you how to use silver candlesticks for a long time.
It looks like jade makeup on the edge of wine. The lingering fragrance can be found in the warmth of ice skin."
Zhao Ji couldn't sit still anymore, so he stood up and danced with the singer. Yang Lin sat on the railing, leaned against the jade pillar, closed his eyes slightly, turned his back to the sky, hugged the pipa, and played happily.
When Liang Shicheng came in with Gao Qiu, he saw such a scene of demons dancing wildly, and felt a little unhappy in his heart.
Gao Qiu felt itchy with hatred. Wasn't it always the job of his favorites and close ministers to flatter others and please their superiors?
When will the number one scholar who came from a serious academic background and won three yuan in succession come to compete for work? Moreover, he can even be so elegant in flattering and charming, so do the sycophants still need to live?
Gao Qiu cursed in his heart that the eighteenth generation of Yang Lin's ancestors had lost all integrity as a scholar. Zhao Ji seemed to have endless energy when he was having fun, and he didn't feel tired even after dancing for so long.
It wasn't until he saw Liang Shicheng that he stopped. A maid handed over a towel, and Zhao Ji asked, "What's the matter with you two coming to see me?"
Before Gao Qiu could say anything, he heard Yang Lin oops and rushed forward with his pipa in his arms.
When the guard saw this, he pushed him to the ground. Zhao Ji was also startled, frowned and said: "Yang Aiqing, what are you doing, and how dignified is it?"
Yang Lin screamed and cried loudly: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for me. For the sake of your majesty's long-term plan, I took on the hard work of building Gen Yue. As a result, I continued to scold and was impeached every day.
, I don’t even know how much injustice and dirty water I have shouldered.”
Zhao Ji secretly nodded, this is true, the memorial to impeach Yang Lin is like snowflakes every day, nothing more than Cuju League and Genyue Shoushan.
"I don't take these slanders to heart at all. I am not afraid of death for your majesty. Why should I be afraid of the scolding of those villains? But this Gao Qiu, the commander-in-chief of the high palace, ordered his third son to beat the minister in public. Long live my life
Before the camp was built, they beat it and destroyed it. I can't afford to lose this man. How can I take the Long Live Battalion to build Genyue Shoushan for His Majesty in the future? I'd better die."
Yang Lin was crying and crawling, and was about to jump into the lake. When Zhao Ji heard this, he shouted, "Stop him quickly."
The guards grabbed Yang Lin, who was advancing at a rapid pace, and pushed him down on his seat.
Liang Shicheng frowned slightly, then unfolded his brows and stood aside without speaking.
Gao Qiu panicked when he saw it. Although he was a treacherous minister, he still wanted to be shameless and could not easily encounter such a situation.
Yang Lin's slap was so shameless that he forgot to argue. Zhao Ji frowned and said, "Gao Aiqing, what's going on?"
Gao Qiu saw that it was finally his turn to speak. He wanted to complain, but he didn't know how to say it. Liang Shicheng hated iron and said, "The number one scholar is a bit exaggerated. How did our family hear that you were the leader?"
When people go to the place where the Imperial Guards are stationed, do they want to drive them away?"
Yang Lin sighed and said: "This matter is not my own idea. I asked the three Taoist priests of Yanqing Temple in Bianliang. That is actually the best place to build it."
As soon as he talked about Taoist Feng Shui, Zhao Ji suddenly became interested and asked: "Oh? What do you say?"
Yang Lin had done his homework and said: "The Taoist priests and ministers have repeatedly reviewed the situation and came to the conclusion, 'The northeastern corner of the capital is a good place to be connected to, but the situation is a little worse. If it is raised less, the emperor's heirs will multiply.' Your Majesty."
If we build it here, we will surely have many children, many daughters, good fortune and long life. I am willing to guarantee it with my property and my life."
Zhao Ji couldn't help but have a look on his face, whether he would have a child or not, but it would come true in a few years, so he couldn't leave it at all.
Yang Lin is so determined. Could it be that he really has deep attainments in Feng Shui?
Thinking back to the palace examination that day, he was most familiar with the method of changing numbers, and it seemed that he really had some skills.
Zhao Ji believed in Taoism and couldn't help but look favorably on Yang Lin. Yang Lin thought to himself, you can't be an emperor. You have children in groups. If you are captured, you can have so many. I still need to show you Feng Shui. You
You can still give birth even if you live in a pig pen.
Liang Shicheng had been with the emperor for a long time. As soon as he saw Zhao Ji's reaction, he knew that something was wrong.