In Bianliang City, the spring rain is pattering, and it is as soft as a handful that can be held.
Under the dark sky, raindrops gathered on the blue bricks of the eaves and trickled down the small ditch.
There were almost no pedestrians on the streets, and from time to time there were a few businessmen on business, braving the rain and looking for hotels to stay in the city.
Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of horse hoofbeats, and hundreds of knights rushed along the Imperial Street towards the imperial city.
If there are any old residents of Bianliang, they will know that this is the Duwei Mansion, a government office that once kept Bianliang silent.
Arriving in front of the imperial city, all the knights dismounted and took shelter from the rain in the corridor outside. Yin Muhong wiped the rain off his face, put on his raincoat and continued walking inside.
In the Chunhe Hall, the burning agarwood exuded the fragrance. All the windows around were open. Yang Lin was lying on a soft bed, snoring slightly.
"The official family, the official family..."
Yang Lin heard someone calling him in a trance, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the charming face of Zhang Yinan and Yixi, with two shallow eyebrows, a pair of full eyes, and a smile that looked like a crescent moon, very beautiful.
"Lingbao, don't make trouble. You want to sleep when it rains. What's wrong?"
Cai Lingbao then sat up straight and said with a smile: "The palace maid said that a man named Yin Muhong is coming to see you."
As soon as Yang Lin lifted the blanket on his body, he felt a little cold. It was not easy to keep the temperature up, so he said, "Just let him come in and talk. Little Lingbao, you go and wait behind the screen first."
"No." Lingbao rolled his eyes and pursed his lips and said, "I want to get warm in your bed."
After saying that, he got in. With such a petite body, he really couldn't tell.
Yang Lin smiled and pulled the thin fleece blanket to block her hair, and then asked the chamberlain to bring Yin Muhong in.
Yin Muhong was soaked all over. Although he had a raincoat, he had been walking for too long.
His whole body was cold, and when he entered the hall, the warm wind blew against his face.
The coir raincoat was placed outside, and the hair was wet, with strands sticking to his face. At first glance, it was obvious that he had returned from a long journey.
"I've met the officials."
Yang Lin frowned and said, "Why don't you go back and rest before coming back? I'm afraid I'll catch the cold. Is there something big going on?"
After that, he said to the outside: "Bring Yin Aiqing a towel."
Yin Muhong respectfully took the towel handed by the palace maid, wiped his face symbolically, felt better, and said: "Xie Guan's family, this time we are going to Hebei to draw an outline around Xiong County. I can't wait to come."
Discuss this with the officials."
Yang Lin frowned and said: "I understand, you leave the picture and go back to your hometown to take a bath to avoid getting sick. We have worked hard so far and have leveled the internal and external areas. The seas, rivers and rivers are clear. It is not the time to fight hard. The capital of Xiong County is established.
Even though a matter is important, don't rush it."
Yin Muhong felt a little moved. After the official ascended the throne, he cherished his ministers even more.
When he ordered people, he was very aggressive and resolute. If he delayed even a little bit, he would be scolded.
Yin Muhong secretly guessed that the reason why he became emperor after ascending the throne was actually because Jin had been destroyed, and Yang Lin no longer felt as heavy as a mountain in his heart.
In fact, he has always been a lazy person, but he was forced by the Jurchen Tatars to run like a machine that would never stop for more than ten years.
"In that case, I will come back tomorrow."
Yin Muhong took out a bamboo tube sealed at both ends from his sleeve, with waterproof kraft paper inside. After putting it down, a waiter held it and placed it on Yang Lin's dragon table, and Yin Muhong withdrew.
Yang Lin drove Yin Muhong away, breathed a long sigh of relief, opened the blanket with a smile, and pulled out the Lingbao that had been tickling him.
Fortunately, Yin Muhong walked quickly, otherwise he would have heard a burst of sweet laughter right away, and the previous excitement would have been in vain.
Halfway through, a young chamberlain caught up with him, waving his fly whisk from a distance and saying, "Yin Guozhang, stay here."
Yin Muhong looked back and saw that the person who came was the chamberlain of his daughter's courtyard. He seemed to have vaguely seen him once.
The young chamberlain lowered his voice and said, "Prince of the State, Concubine Shu has asked me to tell you that I am pregnant."
Yin Muhong was overjoyed. He took out a money bag from his sleeve and said, "I'd like to thank you for the good news."
The little chamberlain knew it was acceptable, so he put it in his arms with a smile and said a few auspicious words.
My own daughter was the first to accompany the current official family, and the official family was nostalgic, otherwise she would not have been granted the title of Concubine Shu.
The hierarchy in the palace was similar to that in the Song Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty. In addition to noble, virtuous, virtuous, and virtuous, the titles of concubines also included the title of concubine Chen.
Concubine Shu was ranked first in the ranking, and Yin Muhong only regarded it as his daughter who had been with the official family the longest, and he had some reasons of his own.
The Duwei Mansion has a special nature and has too much power, so it is impossible to grant too high a rank, so I asked my daughter to make up for it.
Now that her daughter is pregnant, it is the top priority of the Yin family, so Yin Muhong rushes home excitedly.
In Chunhe Palace, a gentle wail could be heard at this time. Emperor Yang Lin of Great Xia had nothing to do recently and was sowing seeds in the palace. Three concubines had become pregnant successively, namely Concubine Shu Yin Qianqian, Zhaoyi Xu Saiyue and
Zhao Rong Suina.
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As the Wake of Insects approaches, fields are being plowed everywhere in Shenyang Prefecture, and the smell of turned soil permeates the entire land.
After a busy winter and settling here, the fertile fields are finally about to be sown.
Most of the people who migrated here were very happy and could not hide their smiles.
When we arrived at Shenyang Prefecture, we found out that those alien tribes had really been conquered, and the Tatars in the distance had begun to herd sheep and cattle.
I heard from the soldiers that the leaders of these alien Tatars had all been eradicated, and only a few of them tried to go against us, Daxia, and in the end the whole tribe was killed.
Today's Tatars are very obedient, and these Han people will not bully them.
As the dominant ethnic group in a victorious country, the Han people are probably the only ones in the world who will not bully, exploit and oppress the indigenous peoples in the conquered lands.
And this is civilization...
Across the Yalu River, the Koreans were inextricably linked to each other.
Cui Hongxu is not a good person, and Yang Ziqian is not an easy person.
Today's situation is starting to look a little like Cui Hongxu's rebels.
Yang Ziqian offended the old clan and lost the support of the people at the bottom. The only advantage for him was that he was rich.
He had almost accumulated the wealth accumulated by all the nobles over several lifetimes, and could obtain countless weapons, armor and equipment from the Xia Dynasty. As long as he paid a small amount of money, he could purchase the remaining high-quality weapons after the disarmament.
These weapons were originally forged for fierce battles with the Jurchen Tatars, and their quality is extraordinary.
Yang Ziqian personally took command, reorganized the army, and killed several generals who were afraid of the battle.
Slowly, he began to realize that these people were unreliable.
Finally, Yang Ziqian also began to vigorously promote lower-level officers. The clan system that had been prevalent in Goryeo for hundreds of years completely collapsed in the early stages of this war.