Bianliang, Tokyo, was noisy for a few days. It was discovered that after the change of dynasties, the same group of people were still serving as officials, and the same government decrees were still in place. No one in power was changed.
Everyone did what they were supposed to do, and soon calmed down and returned to the usual order.
In the imperial city, Yang Lin took several personal guards to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Lying on the bed, Yang Jian's face was as golden as paper, and his sons and grandsons around him all had red eyes and were filled with sadness.
Yang Lin quickly walked over, held his hand, and said, "Brother, why did you get sick so quickly?"
Yang Jian's painful face squeezed out a smile, and his complexion gradually recovered.
Yang Lin also knew that this was a comeback, and everyone present also knew that no one was happy about it. Only his nephew Yang Xun said happily: "Uncle, do you feel better?"
He had been suffering from health problems for a long time. For this reason, he did not hesitate to take on the reputation of being mean and ungrateful, but also tried every means to persuade Yang Lin to ascend the throne.
Now that the big thing has been accomplished, Yang Jian knows that his lifespan has expired, and he really has no hope that Yang Lin will come back to see him.
After working together for so long, Yang Jian knew that Yang Lin was nostalgic, but he was still very pleased that he was willing to condescend to see him when he first ascended the throne.
"Guanjia, I can't do it anymore... Xun'er, come here!"
Yang Lin didn't know how to comfort him, so he just smiled and said: "Brother, don't worry, I have called Xu Shuwei into the palace to diagnose you. All the medicinal materials in the palace will make you as healthy as ever."
Yang Jian smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "The official is a kind man. I think that the old slave has been working hard all the way with the official. Please take a look at my nephew sooner or later."
"Don't worry...I will keep my promise and pass on your title to him."
Yang Jian's eyes relaxed and he slowly lay down on the bed. Suddenly, there was a burst of crying around him.
After walking out of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Yang Lin let out a long sigh. The scene when he first entered Beijing was still vivid in his mind.
Yang Jian held the imperial edict and had a younger brother. At that time, he had to rely on him for many things.
The most important thing is that Yang Jian leaked the test questions to himself so that he could win the first prize in high school.
Later, he fought against Han Zhongyan, against Zeng Bu, against Liang Shicheng, against Cai Jing...
Yang Jian's Anti-Security Factory, Liu Qingshui's Imperial City Division and his own Long Live Battalion have always advanced and retreated together.
Without them, he would not be where he is today. Now that Yang Jian died after he ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, Yang Lin was inevitably a little sad.
Yang Lin reached out and called Yang Xun, who was escorting the driver, and asked the people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs to hold a funeral ceremony for him according to the specifications.
Yang Xun lowered his head and wiped away his tears, and said: "The officials, before my uncle was alive, asked us to take his body back to his hometown in Hedong for burial."
"Okay, just do what he said. Yang Xun, you help the spirit go back and keep the mourning for your uncle for three years. Do it as a son. Your uncle treats you well. After observing the mourning, you can inherit his title and land.
Produce."
Yang Xun nodded, clasped his fists and agreed.
As soon as Yang Lin returned to Chunhe Hall and sat down on the futon, Yun Niang handed him a hand stove.
All the old maids in the palace who were willing to leave the palace with Zhao Si were allowed to leave.
Those who were willing to return to their hometowns were given severance pay, and then the maids from Zhaodefang were brought to the palace to serve them.
Yun Niang knelt on the carpet behind him, gently kneaded his shoulders, and said: "Birth, old age, illness and death are human nature. Officials, please be at ease."
Yang Lin lay down, leaned in her arms, and asked, "Is everything in the palace properly arranged?"
"Her Royal Highness the Queen is very decent in her work and has already arranged everything."
Yang Lin smiled and said: "What is the queen's ability? Most likely she has hired reinforcements."
Her sister has been the queen for such a long time, so it is easy to do these things for her, and the maids around Zheng Yunyao are all the original team of Empress Zheng in the past.
These people assist her and deal with the harem, which can be regarded as making the best use of everything.
Yang Lin sighed: "The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as old. I don't need anyone else to serve in my palace. It's just you, Jin'er, Qingqing, Rong Niang and the little pillow who will take care of things."
Yun Niang was startled for a moment, then she smiled broadly and said, "Have we made an agreement with the officials? Then Goryeo has sent a group of palace maids, including some who have fallen toes, and the officials will not accept any of them?"
"This is the will of the Goryeo Kingdom. Just stay. Anyway, many female officials have left the palace."
I have to say that although the emperor of the Zhao Song family was not good at his job, he had quite a charming personality.
When Zhao Ji was in trouble, there were not many people who were willing to follow him to the Jade Tower. Now that Zhao Si has left the palace, many palace maids and chamberlains have followed him out.
Seeing that he was a little sad, Yun Niang deliberately teased him and said, "I thought the official was telling the truth, but it turns out that this person is not as good as a new man, not including women."
Yang Lin knew what she was thinking, he wanted to use her to release his emotions, but he was happy to cooperate and relax his mood.
He pulled her forward with his backhand and cursed with a smile: "You are such a bold and rude whore. How dare you slander the emperor? Let's see how I deal with you."
Just when Yun Niang was shaking her round buttocks and preparing to be beaten, someone came in from outside and gathered her skirt and said: "The officials and envoys in front of the palace are asking to see you."
"Qing Shui is here?" Yang Lin stood up, and Yun Niang hurriedly knelt down under him and straightened his robe.
As Liu Qingshui grows older, his handsome face becomes more mature, and his appearance is even better than that of Pan An.
Even Yang Lin is a little envious. This gene is really domineering. Even if his sister is beautiful and fragrant, his younger brother is so handsome.
If she looks like this, all the young ladies in Bianliang...
A cry interrupted his thoughts, and Liu Qingshui's voice was really sad: "Official family, Lao Yang is gone!"
Yang Lin patted him on the shoulder, knowing that this was a real sweetheart. He didn't have many friends, and Yang Jian was the only one. Naturally, he would be extremely sad, probably much worse than himself.
"The dead cannot be resurrected. I just went to see him for the last time."
After saying that, he and Liu Qingshui went to the palace together. Now the Duwei Mansion is doing so well that there is no need for the Police Factory and the Imperial City Department.
The Imperial City Division has been disbanded long ago, but the Anti-Security Factory is still there, attached to the Duwei Mansion, doing some dirty work.
Yang Lin looked at Liu Qingshui and thought that the emperor of the Song Dynasty had an Imperial City Division, which belonged to the emperor's personal soldiers.
Now that the dynasty has changed, the Duwei Mansion is too big and has too many responsibilities, so it is difficult to transfer him back. Is it necessary to establish an organization similar to the Jinyiwei in later generations?
Fortunately, I still have the team of Long Live Camp, and Yang Tianning has a trump card.
Liu Qingshui calmed down and said, "Guan Jia, I am here today. In addition to Lao Yang's affairs, I have one more thing to ask."
"What's up?"
For the sake of his sister, Liu Qingshui didn't care about his face and asked directly: "Sister..."
Yang Lin immediately patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, just take her in and canonize her as a noble concubine. I am willing to bear some rumors for her."