Chapter seven hundred and forty-five the master returns to the house
Returning to Bianliang, Yang Lin, as usual, did not steal the limelight from the soldiers.
Change to a carriage from the side door and enter the idle streets of Bianliang, leaving the glory and cheers to the bloody soldiers.
First, Xu Yuenu and Zhe Huanxiang were sent back to Zhe Huanxiang's small garden, and then they were intimate with their daughter for a while before going out and heading back home.
As the carriage stopped, Yang Lin stretched out, opened the curtain and saw the familiar gate of Zhaodefang. This moment felt like a lifetime ago.
It can be said that the mountain that has been weighing on my heart has been overturned by myself.
Now I feel relaxed. Without the Jurchens, there will be no Mongolia. The north will be brought under its own rule step by step.
When Yang Daguan returned to his house, he was of course in high spirits and no longer looked like he was sitting around in the car.
Taking steady steps and holding on to his belt, he entered the inner palace.
Zheng Yunyao and a group of wives and concubines, Pingping Tingting stood at the door to greet him. As soon as they saw him, they burst out with a burst of tenderness.
This is the inner house, and even the servants and guards are not allowed to enter. They are all their own concubines and maids.
"Although there is no crowd cheering at the city gate, this scene is worthy of my status as Yang Daguan."
Yang Lin laughed at himself and returned to the house surrounded by these warblers.
A family banquet had been prepared for Jie Feng in the inner courtyard. Zheng Yunyao covered her nose and pushed away Yang Lin who came forward for a kiss. She smiled and waved her hand and said: "It stinks, Qingqing, please wait for me to bathe and change clothes first, and then eat."
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After Yang Lin gave birth to two sons, his back straightened and his identity also changed.
In the past, the title of Dalang was taken away by his son, and now he is a generation older.
Logically speaking, the person should be called Lang Jun, but in this era, wealthy families have begun to call the head of the family Lao Ye.
However, this title will not last for a few days, and the matter of the Zen position should not be delayed for a few days.
Yang Jian and others have been impatient for a long time and can't wait to put him in a yellow robe right away.
"Yes, ma'am."
Qin Qingqing smiled and greeted several maids, prepared warm water, soap locust, towels, clothes, and things for rinsing his mouth and brushing his teeth, and then carried him to the bathroom.
Only then did Yang Lin realize that his whole body was indeed not very clean. This was the difference between being outside and at home.
Thinking that she was still comfortable at home, she happily hugged Qin Qingqing's slender waist and went to take a shower and change clothes.
"This waist is slimmer again. Do you miss your master and don't want to lose weight?"
Qin Qingqing blushed and spat: "I lost weight by practicing with Sister Fang."
"Practice?" Yang Lin lay in the large bathing pool, which was steaming and very comfortable. After hearing this, he touched Qin Qingqing's pretty cheek and said disapprovingly: "If you want to learn, tell me, I am authentic.
The Taoist inner strength has a long history and supports dual cultivation, which is very different from the evil ways of the Ming Cult."
Qin Qingqing rubbed his back and shoulders and said, "Sister Fang's skills are amazing. After practicing, my whole body feels comfortable and much softer."
After saying that, she couldn't wait to show it to Yang Lin. She was bent over and her hands and feet were connected to form a circle.
This girl's whole body was covered with a layer of gauze. Yang Lin swallowed his saliva and said, "This Manichaeism is said to have originated in Persia. How come you know yoga? I think it's probably this saint who stole it from me."
, I will have to interrogate her carefully in a few days."
After saying that, he chuckled, and after these two slightly obscene laughs fell, he already had a whole drama about the trial of the saint in his mind.
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Bianliang, within the Imperial City.
Yang Jian hunched over and bowed deeply to Zhao Si in front of him.
"In the official family, Yang Shaozai is back. This battle has brought down the Jin Kingdom, destroyed the Jurchens, and expanded the territory several times that of the original Song Dynasty."
His voice was still gentle as always, without any hint of aggression, but Zhao Si felt that every word was like a blade on his neck.
He coughed lightly and said: "Master, there is no need to beat around the bush. I have long been interested in the Zen position. Yang Shaozai is such a hero. He is ten times better than me. It is his destiny."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Si, who thought he was very free and easy, did not feel relieved. Instead, he felt a deep sadness.
The foundation of our ancestors and the country of the Song Dynasty will be in our own hands and handed over to others.
Of course I will cooperate, because there is no other way.
The name "Zen" allowed many ministers loyal to Zhao and Song to consciously transition to the next dynasty.
More importantly, Zhao Si hopes to preserve the blood of the Zhao family through his cooperation, and more importantly, the safety of his own family.
Yang Jian chuckled lightly and said: "If the official family really wants this, and the little people are willing to do this for the official family, all you need to do is buy more land, have singing girls and dancers, and enjoy wealth and wealth. That young butcher is the most kind-hearted
, you know."
When things came to a head, Zhao Si, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, was completely in no mood and continued to make excuses with him.
He lowered his head, looked down at his boots on the ground, and nodded slightly.
A cold light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and he bowed and exited the Chunhe Hall.
Several young chamberlains came to greet him, and Yang Jian said: "Go to Zhaodefang!"
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Zhaodefang, inside the study.
Yang Lin was half lying on the couch, leaning on the chest of the "little pillow" behind him, enjoying the kneading with his delicate hands.
He half-closed his eyes and said disapprovingly: "How can an official feel resentful? Even if he is a little unwilling, it is normal."
There was also Yang Jian in the room, who was obviously here to complain, saying that he was unhappy and seemed to be resentful, but this move made Yang Lin look down on him.
Your old master treated you well, and if you are so eager to add insult to injury, who would think highly of you?
Yang Jian was definitely not such a short-sighted person in the past, but now he is really anxious. How many years does he have left to live? How can his useless nephew pass on his power after his death?
Yang Jian heard this and said: "This matter is extraordinary after all..."
Yang Lin waved his hand, sat up straight, and said: "Brother, your chamberlain knows the official family best. How can the Zhao family have any power now? If we don't treat the Zhao Song family well, we will
It will cause chaos in the world."
"The Chai family of the previous dynasty did not hear of any treasonous people, so they chose a day to let the officials take the throne, so there is no need for further trouble."
There still cannot be chaos in the country now, and I must grasp this point and not be led astray by this anxious, old and confused eunuch.
When Yang Jian saw that he was determined not to harm Zhao Si, he finalized a few details of the Zen position with Yang Lin and left in a hurry.
Whatever he does now, he is racing with the King of Hell, and he is no longer as calm and restrained as before.
After Su Nuannuan waited for him to go out, she said with a sweet smile: "Congratulations, master, you are going to be the emperor!"
Yang Lin laughed and thought to himself, I am probably living more comfortably than the emperor at this time.
After truly ascending to the throne, there are many more shackles...