As night falls, the sound of silk and bamboo under the mats continues, and nearly a hundred lanterns hung in the courtyard are brightly lit.
Inside the hanging flower curtain door, more than a dozen long tables were arranged in a zigzag shape. Yang Lin took the main seat above, Gao Bing sat at the guest seat, and then came Liu Qingshui, Yang Jian, Song Jiang, Wang Chaoli, Xu Zhichang and some Long live campers.
The close personal guards and several founding disciples, dozens of people gathered together and were beaming with joy.
"Today there is news of the war between the North and the South, and another good news from Jiaozhi, 50,000 enemies were wiped out; Zongze successfully returned to Juyongguan, and at this time he also killed many Xinna family members. It can be said that good news comes frequently." He held the wine glass with a high handle and said loudly, full of joy.
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Yang Lin pressed his hands and said: "The first two are considered big happy events, and the latter is just an ordinary trivial matter. Let's have a drink. First, we pay tribute to the soldiers who died at the border." After saying this, he raised his glass to the sky and then
Splash it on.
Everyone raised glasses and poured wine to pay homage to the soldiers who died in the battle.
This time, the Song Dynasty's record at the border was surprisingly good, especially Zongze's performance, which was perfect.
With such a shining star, it was natural to talk about his origins. Once I inquired about it, I found out that it was Yang Shaozai who promoted him, and he received rave reviews for a while.
The praise for Yang Lin's understanding of people and his good deeds has almost surpassed the praise for Zong Ze. Of course, Yang Lin knew why. It was not a group of students building momentum for themselves in order to spread Yang Xue.
In China, if any doctrine wants to rise, it must introduce a half-human and half-god leader to win over people's hearts.
This person must have enough aura, otherwise, he can only rely on his disciples and disciples to brag and build momentum for him.
Anyway, bragging is not illegal. Just bragging is not enough. You have to write it down and make it into a book.
Nowadays, Yang Lin's power is rising. If he builds momentum without control, it will be difficult to contain it. People with discerning eyes, like Yin Muhong, have long seen clearly, but these people with intelligence background are surprisingly unreasonable towards the excessive enthusiasm of the people.
Remain silent, sometimes even adding fuel to the flames.
The family member Yang Lin accepted today has actually lived in the Yang Mansion for a long time. She is the eldest daughter of the Xijun family, Zhong Guiyi.
At this juncture, returning the little peach seeds to the barbarians for official income was not just to look for trouble, nor was Yang Lin having any wild ideas. It was purely to strengthen the relationship with the Western Army.
This was the only strong field force before the Song Dynasty. They were all ruthless men tempered by hundreds of years of war. Under the leadership of Yao Pingzhong, they guarded the cities in Yunnei in Khitan.
The most difficult battles to fight at this stage are all there. Their opponents are Wanyan Aguda, Wanyan Zongwang, Wanyan Zonghan, and Wanyan Loushi. There is nothing wrong with them.
Zhong Shidao will always be the pillar of the Western Army. As long as he is here, he will not be afraid of the Western Army causing trouble. Yang Lin lets go and lets the Zhong brothers leave Bianliang. This is both courage and heroism.
This is to tell the world clearly that Yang Lin is not afraid of the Western Army's disapproval, and he is confident enough to let the Western Army's veteran generals return.
Everyone toasted and drank, and it was not until midnight that Yang Lin returned to the inner courtyard smelling of alcohol.
Zhong Guiyi's family background belongs to the Zhong family of generals in the northwest, so she is also a unique little rich woman or rich luoli in Zhaodefang.
The food and clothing for the maids and women here are all provided by the family, which can be said to be very luxurious.
As soon as you enter this small courtyard, it is also decorated with red paper and hung with colorful ribbons. Every few steps, a tassel palace lantern is hung, just like daylight. It can be seen that it is the work of a wealthy family.
Pushing the door open and entering, you will see a pink Xia Ying gauze curtain, an embroidered sachet hanging on the carved bedside, and a black lacquered beaded women's dressing table opposite the bed. Everything is decorated like a woman's boudoir.
The two red candles were burning with passion, a bit like wedding candles.
Yang Lin laughed dumbly and said with a smile: "The arrangement you made is quite decent."
Everyone in the room covered their mouths and chuckled, and their flowers were in full bloom. Zhong Guiyi, who had always been naughty and mischievous, was rarely shy at this time.
The little figure sat on the head of the bed, with his fingers in front of his belly, touching each other tirelessly.
Yang Lin walked over and picked it up. Zhong Guiyi had his eyebrows trimmed and his nose trimmed today, and the pear dimples on his cheeks were slightly visible. Although he was young and his figure had not grown yet, he still looked childish, but even more cute.
Touching her bun, Yang Lin smiled and said, "Have you eaten yet?"
Holding his growling stomach, Zhong Guiyi felt aggrieved, blinked and said, "They said they can't eat until you come."
Yang Lin said angrily: "It's just a child. What can you do if you give her some food? Hurry up and heat up some food for her."
All the maids then set off and got busy. When they came back, Yang Lin was already fast asleep.
Zhong Guiyi was huddled in a small corner, staring with his big round eyes, secretly worried that the smell of alcohol would kill people all night long?——
Under the moon, it is as cold as water.
Liu Qingshui returned to the house, rinsed her mouth first, then cheered up and went to the backyard.
He was complaining in his heart. Yang Dalang, a bastard, left his sister here and never asked her again. Wouldn't it be a sign of chaos and abandonment.
Although my sister is smiling brightly every day, she may be feeling sad, so I have to help them.
Although Jia and he had been married for two years, they were still very close. She stepped forward, put her arms around his neck, and asked, "My lord, why did you drink so much tonight?"
Liu Qingshui talked for a while and said: "Don't mention it, Yang Dalang has so many relatives and friends, and the companion he found is Gao Bing, who is good at persuading people to drink. He can't leave early no matter what."
Suddenly he rolled his eyes and asked: "Good lady, do you know what my sister wants these days?"
"What do you want?" Mrs. Jia tilted her head, thought for a while and said, "Some time ago, we went to Daxiangguo Temple and said we wanted to bring back a Maitreya Buddha statue."
Liu Qingshui secretly remembered it in his heart and told his wife: "If something like this happens again, tell me more."
Mrs. Jia knew that their brother-sister relationship was deep, but she didn't think too deeply about it and agreed with a smile.
The next morning, after Liu Qingshui nodded, he returned to his house.
When I came to my sister's yard, I saw her still swinging carelessly on the swing, with a smile on her face, as bright as a peach blossom.
"This must be a way of pretending to be happy, alas, silly sister." Liu Qingshui thought a lot in his mind, wiped his tears, pretended to be impatient, and stepped forward and said: "Sister, Yang Dalang asked me to
Let me bring you something."
Little Concubine Liu looked a little embarrassed. She was supposed to be happy today and was just playing on a swing, but that bad boy asked her brother to give her something.
Although she was a little embarrassed, Concubine Liu didn't take it seriously, and she was vaguely looking forward to it.
After all, Yang Lin arranged the gifts for the harem in the past, and he would receive expensive gifts from him almost every once in a while.
Now Yang Lin no longer needs to curry favor with the emperor, and of course he will not give it to them.
"What is it?"
"Here, a Maitreya."
Little Concubine Liu's heart skipped a beat. She didn't expect that his gift was so heartfelt, and a blush spread to her cheeks unconsciously.
From then on, Concubine Liu often received gifts, all of which were "forwarded" by her younger brother, all of which were "sent" by Yang Lin.
One characteristic of these gifts is that they are all what Miss Liu Guifei wants, and they are delivered to her heart every time, which makes people feel very sweet.
An invisible emotion slowly appeared in the heart of the beautiful woman.
Unfortunately, Yang Lin knew nothing.
If he knew about it, he would probably burn yellow paper with Liu Qingshui and become brothers. It was a blessing to have such a friend.
Yang Lin doesn't know yet, but he is going to win.