The emperor is the emperor, ruling the world and commanding the world.
In China, since the First Emperor wiped out Liuhe, there has been no such thing as a native emperor.
Yang Lin now consciously regards himself as the emperor of the world, so he deeply hates these people in the southwest.
On the shore of the Tutu, could it be the royal ministers? Slavery, which was abolished in the Qin Dynasty, is still prevalent in the southwest. It is intolerable.
On the streets of Bianliang, in teahouses and restaurants, what diners talk about most is the war in the north.
As for the southwest, not many people take it to heart. The northern barbarians are the strong enemy. This has been the consensus for hundreds of years.
In fact, since the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the Han people have never been so proud as they are now.
Several major victories were publicized by the Department of Culture and Education through Di Bao, which aroused the mood of the whole country.
Yang Lin has not received the official document from Southwest, but he has already issued an order, which is almost the same as what Fang Qifu wanted.
Just as he said to the officials in the Mingtang Hall, a cleansing of blood is needed to bring long-lasting peace and stability to the southwest for thousands of years.
In Bianliang City, hundreds of flowers are blooming and the fragrance is rich.
When spring arrives in Bianliang, it is not as intense as in Dali and Qianzhong, nor as dull as in the north. The spring scenery here in March is the most beautiful time of the year.
Yang Lin cursed and complained that the Cuju competition just now was too poor.
"Have you bought it? Most of these items have been made by themselves." Yang Lin said angrily: "I think they want to ruin the Kaifeng football market."
Lu Qian disagreed and said with a smile: "The Yangzhou team is originally the weaker one among the thirteen teams. It is reasonable to lose to a favorite like Kaifeng."
Behind him were four girls, Zhong Guiyi, Cai Lingbao, Lingyun, and Huang Xuanzhi, all looking around with interest on both sides of the street.
The first two were both from wealthy families, and all the items they used in their homes were custom-made. On the contrary, they were very interested in gadgets on the street.
Fortunately for Cai Lingbao, he grew up in Kaifeng Mansion after all. Little Taozi Zhongguiyi was much more lively. Dong Minao took a closer look and squinted to ask the shopkeeper about the price.
Such a little girl is so pretty and has a beautiful smile.
Shopkeepers along the way also responded with smiles. Even though they knew they wouldn't buy, they didn't feel impatient at all.
Four young girls, invincible in their youth, look like a beautiful sight when walking together.
Yang Lin looked around and said: "The biggest advantage of Bianliang is its large population. You have traveled all over the country and north for so many years, but have you ever seen a city as big as Bianliang?"
Lu Qian shook his head and said in a very affirmative tone: "It is said that Bianliang is on the same level, but even if it is connected, there is no one. Bianliang, Tokyo, is actually the heart of the Song Dynasty. One city can be as big as half of the Song Dynasty."
Although this statement is a bit exaggerated, Yang Lin knew that the Song Dynasty's approach of enriching Kaifeng alone was indeed too much.
Nowadays, the establishment of the Five Capitals has alleviated the situation a little, but Bianliang is still expanding.
After the development of trade routes extending in all directions by Yang Lin, the Song Dynasty became even more prosperous, and Bianliang gradually grew in size with the influx of countless barbarians.
After absorbing the wealth brought by these merchants, we have reached a higher level.
"No matter where it is, the most lacking thing is manpower. Only when there are people can we have others. People are the foundation of all things." Yang Lin sighed and said: "It is a pity that it will take more than ten years to see the effect of encouraging fertility."
In today's Song Dynasty, there are many opportunities and many connections.
As long as you are not too lazy, you can always find a way to make a living. This is a situation that has never happened before.
This was the beginning of an unprecedented prosperous age. As long as people were willing to work, no one would starve to death. It sounded simple, but in fact, it was something that many countries had not yet achieved thousands of years later.
The group of people walked around and got a little tired, so they entered a teahouse.
As soon as the curtain was lowered, the four girls, who had behaved themselves before, started to have fun.
Zhong Guiyi simply got into Yang Lin's arms, put his arms around his neck, raised his head and said with a pretty face, "I don't want to go back home, I haven't had enough fun."
Yang Lin watched a bad game and walked for such a long time. His mouth was dry and he poured himself tea and said, "Where are you going if you don't go back home? It will be dark soon."
Cai Lingbao stood aside, resting his chin on the table, biting half of the teacup and saying: "I heard that Genyue is the most beautiful place in Bianliang. I haven't been there yet."
"Gen Yue?" Speaking of this place, Yang Lin couldn't help but smile. This was a garden he built with his own hands. Gen Yue was also Yang Lin's first step into the center of power in the Song Dynasty. It was the construction of this garden that made him become
Zhao Ji's favorite minister rose to heaven in one step.
Even in Bianliang, which is the most beautiful place in the world, it is the most dazzling place. If there is a fairyland in the world, it must be in Bianliang. If there is a cave in the fairyland, it must be Genyue.
Now there are only three people living in such a huge garden with the eunuchs and maids who serve them. It can be said to be the most regrettable place.
At the beginning, Yang Lin wanted to bring the empire back on track, but in the end he discovered that as long as Zhao Ji was on the throne, the Song Dynasty would definitely be led astray by him.
Now that Zhao Ji has been sent to "heaven" by himself, why can't he let his concubines play in this wonderful garden he built by himself?
Seeing the pitiful looks in the four people's eyes, Yang Lin's heart moved. He touched Xiao Taozi's cheek and said dotingly: "Okay then, let's go to Genyue at night."
Zhong Guiyi clenched his fists and cheered, making everyone present smile.
As night fell, the lights of Gen Yue were lit up one after another. Some of the palace ladies were dumbfounded. This was the first time that lights were lit in Gen Yue since the emperor was kicked out.
The light gauze is fluttering in the hall, and two smokers are placed upwind. The aroma in the furnaces is overflowing, like orchids and musk deer, and set off by the watery moonlight, it is like a fairyland.
Glass was not uncommon in the Song Dynasty. The trade routes of the Western Regions made these rare items more common in the Central Plains. Glass covers were added to the lamps in Taichung. The light yellow flames swayed slightly in the wind, and the crystal was revealed through the light green glass.
Same luster.
Taking advantage of Yang Lin's favor, Empress Zheng and the two young empresses also followed them to have dinner in the hall.
They were taken out to play every day by Zheng Yunyao, and they were very familiar with their uncle. They chatted more lively than they did in the royal family at that time.
The bright moon hung high above his head, spreading on the ground. Yang Lin drank wine and felt a gaze.
When he looked up, he saw Empress Zheng staring at her, wondering what she was thinking.
She didn't realize that she was looking at her. Yang Lin smiled in his heart. This former queen seemed to have discovered her ambition.
This little Gen Yue did not limit her vision, and her vision was indeed very accurate.
Zheng Yunyao has become more gentle recently, which is probably due to this sister.
Finally feeling Yang Lin's gaze, Empress Zheng blushed and fainted. She raised her glass to him with a smile.
Yang Lin also raised his glass, drank it all in one gulp, lowered his head and thought about it:
Everyone in the world knows that I, Yang Lin, will be the emperor. I wonder how many people in the world know the current affairs as well as Empress Zheng, and how many of them want to die for Zhao and Song.