Five hundred and ninetieth chapters Yang Lin made the king
New Year's Day has arrived, and as usual, the emperor leads his ministers to worship heaven, and then has a seven-day holiday.
During the ceremony, Yang Lin excused himself from illness and stayed at home with his relatives.
This year, the weather was good, the snow was falling, and auspiciousness continued everywhere. However, Zhao Si, who presided over the sacrifice to heaven, did not show any joy at all. After completing his usual routine, he returned to the palace early.
It was a rare visit to the Daqing Palace. Zhao Si had not made an early morning pilgrimage for a long time. It was not that he was lazy and did not want to make an early morning pilgrimage, but that he had gradually canceled this morning meeting.
The officials tacitly agreed not to come, and handled government affairs in their respective offices. Everything was in order, as if the emperor was just a clay statue in the palace.
Zhao Si looked at the snowflakes of letters and memorials, and already understood in his heart that the world no longer belonged to Zhao Song.
There is not a single person in the world who dares to speak out to resist, even among soldiers, civilians and civil servants. Even if they do, their words are ignored.
On the first day of the first month of the third year of Xuanhe's reign, the emperor ordered Bai Shizhong, the disciple of Zhongshu, to discuss in the Mingtang the titles of Sikong and Shaozai Yang Lin.
All the processes had been prepared long ago. The emperor gave the order and the process was completed step by step, and it took less than half a day.
The Ministry of Rites finally submitted that Yang Lin, the young prime minister, had contributed greatly to the victory over Jiaozhi and asked him to be granted the title of King of Yue.
In the Daqing Hall, Zhao Si looked at this official document and felt helpless in his heart.
There was a reason why Yang Lin chose him in the first place. This Zhao Si was not an ambitious person. He grew up in Bianliang and was not trained as a prince since he was a child.
After his brother succeeded to the throne, there were still a few princes left, and since he was the younger brother of the emperor, he had no chance of inheriting the throne.
An idle prince spends his days just hanging out with his wife, concubines and friends, drinking and playing, and living a life of wealth and wealth. This is what Yang Lin values about him. If something really happens, he doesn't have the courage to give it a try.
Not even Cao Mao, who is at the ninth level of Jade Breaking, would probably choose to endure it and become a noble idle king.
Just like the Chai family, Zhao Kuangyin has made a good start in this regard, and he can be regarded as a descendant of Fuyan. If he treats the Chai family well, Yang Lin will also follow the example and be open-minded to the Zhao family.
Now that such a heavy event is weighing on his head, Zhao Si has no way to do it. He can't even send a message.
As long as Yang Jian disagrees, he doesn't even know what is going on outside the palace. The Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Imperial City Department are like two iron gates, guarding the imperial city.
People from the outside can't come in, and people from the inside can't get out. The Song Dynasty, which is decorated with flowers and brocades, is developing and changing with each passing day, except for this ten-mile imperial city.
He picked up the jade seal at hand and covered it with the official document. Yang Jian, who was waiting next to him, couldn't wait to step forward and held the edict respectfully.
"Officials, if there is nothing else, I will go to Zhaodefang to declare the decree?"
Yang Jian is not disrespectful at all. It is not impossible to be mean and ungrateful at this time, but Yang Jian is too lazy to do so.
Firstly, his character is not so dark, and secondly, there is no need for it. Several generations of kings of the Zhao family have treated him well, especially the one at Duiyu Tower.
Folks and courtiers generally viewed the Song Dynasty in this way. The Zhao family had no ill feelings, and certainly no good impressions.
Zhao Song had been in charge of the world for so many years and had done a lot of bad things. The only people who sincerely praised them were the scholar-bureaucrats.
Of course, the scholar-bureaucrats who gathered the power of the world to support them were very satisfied with the Zhao officials. Unfortunately, these people are now dead and demoted, and they are no longer of any use.
Zhao Si was silent for a while, feeling a little unwilling in his heart, and more afraid of the future. Things were heading towards that terrible end step by step, and there was nothing he could do.
Looking at Yang Jian, the old slave was still kind and respectful, as if he was still facing the rich emperor. Zhao Si shook his head and said: "Go."
Yang Jian held the edict and exited the Daqing Hall. In the empty hall, you could hear a needle drop.
An unspeakable desolation surged into Zhao Si's heart, as the inheritance of his ancestors was about to be lost.
This splendid palace more and more highlighted his sadness at this time, and Zhao Si suddenly had an idea.
Did the Empress Dowager Fu who held the young emperor in her arms feel the same way now...
Several wry smiles echoed in the hall...
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Inside Zhaode Square, there are lanterns and colorful decorations.
The New Year has arrived, and the outer courtyard is particularly lively. Crossing the square filled with carriages, a few servants helped Yang Jian and stepped out of the carriage.
After glancing at the familiar word "Zhaodefang", Yang Jian laughed out loud. The little waiter beside him bent down to support him and said with a smile: "Master, why are you laughing?"
"Being crowned a king with a different surname has not happened for many years. How lucky our family is to be here to read out the edict."
After entering the courtyard, the servants all recognized Yang Jian, and Yang Lin came out after a while.
It is now the middle of winter, and Yang Lin is wearing an azure-colored fur coat, which makes him look even more luxurious.
"Brother Yang, have a healthy New Year!" Yang Lin said happily.
Yang Jian smiled and returned the gift, and after a while he rushed out of his sleeve and pulled out a piece of edict.
Yang Lin took it over, looked at it, and said with a smile: "Brother, why did you send this edict without announcing it?"
The edict was issued with a straight face and to show the royal majesty, but of course Yang Jian refused. He laughed a few times and said: "Congratulations to the King of Yue, congratulations to the King of Yue. You will be granted the title of Bachelor of Longtuge, Doctor of Zijin Guanglu, and an estate of 1,500."
There are actually nine hundred households. Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, he is the only pillar of the country who is worthy of this royal title."
Yang Lin's face was calm. This was something he knew half a year ago, and he was just proceeding according to the plan.
He handed the edict to Xu Saiyue behind him and said, "Take it to the study."
Xu Saiyue bent down and retreated. After a while, there was a loud sound of drums outside. It turned out that the Ministry of Rites had sent the "imperial gift" robes, crowns and belts, and the prince's honor guard.
Xu Zhichang broke into the house and happened to meet Xu Saiyue. He saluted and said, "Uncle, I wish you a happy New Year's Day."
Xu Zhichang stopped quickly, his eyebrows filled with joy, and asked: "Young Zai...oh, is it His Royal Highness the King of Yue, is he in the hall?"
Xu Saiyue nodded and said: "I have been discussing matters with Yang Daguan in the palace for half a cup of tea."
Now that she has been granted a royal title, Xu Saiyue and her two little aunts will become the future support of my Xu family.
Xu Zhichang thought of this and said with a smile: "Yue'er, how are you doing in Zhaodefang?"
Every time this second uncle comes, he almost always greets me symbolically, quite disdainful of him being a maid in the house.
Xu Saiyue was still sad about this. When she saw that his attitude had changed drastically, she felt a little worried about it.
However, the girl's family naturally regarded her mother's family as relatives, so she smiled and said: "Everyone in my family treats Yue'er very well. Thank you uncle for caring about her."
Xu Zhichang thought he was concerned, so he nodded and said: "Serve His Royal Highness the King of Yue well, your father, me, and your grandfather will feel at ease."
Xu Saiyue smiled, said goodbye to this real uncle, and went straight to the study.