On the carriage, General Xu's mind was buzzing and he didn't know what to say.
Yang Lin pulled him and said earnestly: "Shilang Xu, this time I beat up Wang Fu, but it's all because of your injustice."
Xu Jiang nodded quickly and said: "Yang Tiju took action in a righteous manner, which is quite the style of an ancient chivalrous man. I would like to express my gratitude here."
"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. We entered the palace for a reason this time. This reason lies with you. Then Wang Fu said that it was his fault to go to hell and openly occupy your mansion. Once I met with the Holy Emperor,
You have to burst into tears and pour out all the grievances, otherwise I will make you miserable."
General Xu's face turned red. It was okay to ask him to roll up his sleeves and fight Wang Fu, but it was a bit difficult for him to cry in front of the emperor.
Yang Lin taught carefully: "Just say that Wang Fu led a group of thugs and went to your home to smash it up and try to insult your granddaughter."
"My granddaughter hasn't left the government yet. Will this ruin her reputation?"
"You don't have to worry, Mr. Xu. If you really can't do it, I'll marry your granddaughter. Anyway, you won't wrong your child."
Xu Jiang quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no, just keep talking, Yang Tiju."
Yang Lin lay on the ground and kept beating the floor of the carriage. He raised his head and said, "Did you see it? This is what happens when you meet an official."
Xu shook his white head like a sieve, waved his hand and said: "Yang Tiju, this old man is already sixty years old, I really can't do it."
Yang Lin shook his head in despair, pointed at the car curtain and said, "Shilang Xu, look at what that is."
As soon as Xu Jiang turned his head, Yang Lin punched him on the cheek from the side. The old man had worked hard as an official all his life and had lived in leisure and wealth for sixty years. This was the first time he had been beaten like this.
There was a big swelling at the corner of his mouth, and Xu Jiang said angrily: "Yang Tiju! What are you doing?"
Yang Lin hurriedly said: "Shilang Xu, you are confused. You are so shiny and so arrogant that you went to complain and said how badly others bullied you. No one believed you even if you said that it would break the sky. Originally, I asked you to beat the ground.
You can cry and calm down the scene with a performance. Since you don't want to, the official has no choice but to do this. Just say it was Wang Fu who beat you. Is it human behavior if he still beats you when you are so old?
?No one will feel sorry for you."
Xu Jiang grinned in pain and blew his beard and said: "I am sixty years old, you can do it!"
"My Lord Minister, you are confused. Think about it, with such a punch, you can not only save your house, but also avoid being oppressed by Wang Fu. If you are really kicked out by him, you will definitely feel aggrieved every day for the rest of your life.
If you can't sleep at night, it will make you miserable when you think about it, and you may even think about committing suicide. My punch actually saved your life."
Xu Jiang thought about it carefully, and it seemed to make sense, but the pain at the corner of his mouth still made him extremely annoyed.
However, when I thought about the anger I felt when I was first bullied by Wang Fu, I couldn't bear it, so I listened to Yang Lin's next instructions with a bloody sausage in my mouth.
When he arrived outside the imperial city, Yang Lin took out the token from his waist. This token was given by Zhao Ji to him to facilitate the construction of Gen Yue. If he had known that Yang Lin had never used it related to Gen Yue, he probably would not have given it if he was beaten to death.
Yang Lin is such a token.
After the imperial army opened the door, Yang Lin was now familiar with the palace, and he rushed to the inner palace gate with General Xu.
A young chamberlain belonged to Yang Jian. Yang Lin recognized him, grabbed him and asked, "Where is your majesty?"
"Yang Tiju, Your Majesty is playing Cuju with several noble concubines in the Imperial Garden."
"Go and report quickly, Yang Lin wants to see you."
General Xu was secretly stunned. These cronies of the emperor could easily enter the palace to meet the officials, but his own ministers could only see Tianyan during the court meeting. No wonder Wang Fu was so arrogant.
After a while, Yang Jian came out with a smile and asked: "Brother Yang, what good idea did you come up with when you came to see the official today? I tell you, you can't forget my brother this time. Last time you
We set up a Cuju league, but left it to that kid Liu Qingshui, who was promoted to Imperial City Secretary for no reason. As an elder brother, I feel bad. Could it be that our relationship is not as good as that between you and Uncle Liu Guo?
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"Hey, brother, don't provoke me. Our relationship can be proved by these common things. If I have time another day, I will boldly choose an auspicious day with my brother, change posts, write a golden orchid spectrum, and become brothers. But today is not a coincidence. I am here today.
Where are the officials who complained?"
Yang Jian glanced at the old man next to him very curiously and exclaimed: "Isn't this Mr. Xu? How did he become like this? Well, in the world under the emperor's feet, there are such evil people, and they don't even let the old man go."
Xu Jiang felt even more aggrieved when he talked about the central issue. Tears flashed in his eyes, and he could no longer restrain himself.
Yang Lin blushed and said, "Brother, stop nagging and take us there quickly. The swelling will go away after a while, so how can we complain?"
Yang Jian led the two of them to the imperial garden, where they heard sweet laughter from a distance.
Xu Jiang secretly thought that this must be a joke among the officials and the concubines in the harem. How can we, the foreign ministers, meet so easily?
But Yang Lin pulled him and walked quickly into the courtyard. He saw a figure first. Without thinking, Yang Lin lay down on the ground, burst into tears and shouted hoarsely: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! You have to make the decision for me.
A humble minister is being treated unfairly."
There was a burst of cries and laughter all around, accompanied by the emperor's clear voice: "Yang Qing, I am here."
Yang Lin raised his head, his face already full of tears. He saw the man in front of him wearing a green casual shirt with a round neck and wide sleeves. He was dressed in a rich and elegant style. Yang Lin was stunned for a moment: "Zhao Si?"
Yang Jian stood aside and loudly helped him cover up: "This is His Royal Highness King Mu, how can you call him by his first name?"
"Zhao Si" smiled proudly and said: "It doesn't matter, Xiao Wang met the Number One Scholar once in Yangzhou."
Yang Lin ignored him, turned to the emperor, and continued to cry: "Guan family, no matter what this time, I have to make the decision for the humble minister."
Zhao Ji raised his head and smiled: "Oh? There are still people in Bianliang City who can bully Yang Aiqing. Just tell them and I will definitely provide you with justice."
Yang Lin called General Xu over, pointed at him and said: "Look, officials, this is our servant of the Song Dynasty. He was born in the imperial examination. He worked conscientiously and served the Holy Lord for three dynasties. Such a person was blocked at the door.
, wanted to seize his house and make him homeless, and also recruited a gang of thugs to insult His Majesty, his granddaughter, in the street. This is Bianliang, the capital city."
When Zhao Ji heard this, he suddenly changed his expression and said, "Xu Aiqing, are you serious about this?" General Xu paid homage to the emperor. After he raised his head, Zhao Ji took a deep breath and said, "Hey, they really dare to beat up my ministers. I don't think he is a human being."
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When Xu Jiang heard that his granddaughter still couldn't escape this fate, he was filled with hatred, but he couldn't expose Yang Lin, after all, they were in the same group now.
When Xu Jiang thought about how he had suffered such an unreasonable disaster at such a young age, he could still talk about it, but he couldn't restrain his emotions and began to cry.
An old minister in his 60s spoke with sobs, runny noses and tears as he recounted how he was forced out of his home and his house was taken over. It made everyone sad when he heard it and shed tears when he saw it.