The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

As soon as the curtain was lowered, the four girls, who were still well-behaved, became happy.

Chong Guiyi simply got into Yang Lin's arms, put his arms around his neck, raised his head and pouted, "I don't want to go back home, I haven't played enough yet."

After watching a bad game, Yang Lin walked for so long, his mouth was dry, and he poured tea by himself: "Where are you going back home? It will be dark soon."

Cai Lingbao was on the side, resting his chin on the table, biting half of his teacup and said, "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 smiling, this is the garden he built by himself.Gen Yue was also Yang Lin's first step into the center of the power vortex of the Song Dynasty. It was the construction of this garden that made him Zhao Ji's favorite minister and ascended to heaven in one step.

Even in Bianliang, which is the most famous place in the world, it is also 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 in the huge garden, there are only three people and the eunuchs and maids who serve them live, which can be said to be the most regrettable place.

At the beginning, Yang Lin thought about bringing the empire on the right track, but in the end he realized that as long as Zhao Ji was on the throne, Da Song would definitely be led astray by him.

Now that Zhao Ji has been sent to the "heaven" by himself, why can't he let his concubine play in this wonderful garden created by himself?

Looking at the pitiful eyes of the four people, Yang Lin's heart moved, he touched Xiao Taozi's cheek, and said dotingly: "Okay then, let's visit Genyue at night."

Zhong Guiyi clenched his fists and gave a cheer, everyone present smiled.

As night fell, Gen Yue's lights were turned on one after another, and some court ladies were stunned. Since the emperor was kicked out, this was the first time that Gen Yue lit up the lights.

The light gauze flutters in the hall, and there are two smokers on the upwind side. The fragrance in the stoves is overflowing, like orchids and musk deer, against the moonlight like water, it is like a fairyland.

Glass was not uncommon in the Song Dynasty. The commercial roads in the Western Regions allowed these rare objects to flow into the Central Plains more generally. Glass covers were added to the lamps in Taichung. The light yellow flame swayed slightly in the wind, and through the light green glass, crystal Same gloss.

Under Yang Lin's favor, Empress Zheng and the two little concubines also followed them to have dinner together in the hall.

They were taken out to play by Zheng Yunyao every day, and they were very familiar with their little uncle, and their chirping was more lively than when they were in the royal family.

The bright moon hangs high above the head, spreading on the ground, and Yang Lin feels a gaze while drinking wine.

Looking up, Empress Zheng was staring at herself, she didn't know what she was thinking.

She didn't realize that she was looking at her, Yang Lin smiled inwardly, the former queen seemed to have discovered her ambition.

This little Gen Yue did not restrict her eyesight, she could see very accurately indeed.

Recently, Zheng Yunyao's temperament has become a little gentler, which is probably due to this sister.

Finally feeling Yang Lin's gaze, Empress Zheng blushed, Yu's face became dizzy, and she raised her glass to compare with him with a smile.

Yang Lin also raised his glass, drank it all in one gulp, and lowered his head to think:

Everyone in the world knows that I, Yang Lin, will be the emperor. People in the world don't know how many people are as knowledgeable about current affairs as Empress Zheng, and how many people are going to die for Zhao Song.

Chapter 7 Every nation has its heroes

Cui Hongxu escorted a cart of supplies from Tianjin Port to Baiyu River.

In today's weather, if people from Bianliang came, they would probably have to wear cotton clothes and would not be able to bear it.

But for Korean people, this is already considered warm. Cui Hongxu was one of the thirteen clans in Korea a year ago, the son of Prime Minister Cui Hongsi.

In today's Goryeo, the patriarchal system is being shaken. Yang Ziqian, the Duke of North Korea, made drastic reforms of Goryeo, which has already touched the interests of the patriarchs.

But he was backed by Da Song, and he had great strength in his hands, so no one dared to rebel against him for a while.

Imprisoning the emperor, eliminating dissidents, and controlling military power, Yang Ziqian not only changed his surname, but also deeply felt the three flavors of Yang Lin's power.

The son of the prime minister in the past raised his hands and let out a sigh of relief, and began to unload the goods.

He was rather burly, wearing a torn thin red military robe of the Song Army, which was given to him by a Song soldier who had issued a new uniform, and he looked capable and powerful.

The civilian husband of Goryeo relieved You Yan's urgent needs, and the soldiers of the Great Wall Corps also treated them well.

Cui Hongxu bent down and took down a bundle of cold armor, he didn't know what he thought of, and cursed Yang Ziqian.

A group of Song Jun came to meet him from a distance, and asked with a smile: "Big Cui, you're swearing here again, aren't you afraid of being whipped?"

The supervisor of Goryeo was sent by Yang Ziqian, and what he likes most is to torment these former powerful children.

On the contrary, Song Jun has a good relationship with them, because only the children of the powerful can understand Chinese.

Cui Hongxu laughed and said, "Then how dare I, am I cursing this damn weather? The Jurchen Tartars in Huanglong Mansion are simply not human. I heard people say that they can stay in the snow for three days."

Speaking of the Tartars, the faces of all the people present were covered with a shadow, and now they are relying on the fortress to deal with the Tartars.

When going outside to fight in the field, you often can't even hold the gun barrel, but the tartars are not affected much.

Not only people, but even their war horses are more resistant to cold than those of the Song army.

No wonder the imperial court issued repeated orders not to go further north before the snow melted.

The severe cold in the north is enough to reach a million troops, also known as General Han.It was because of this terrible cold that Yang Lin ordered the army not to advance northward before the snow melted.

Jurchen Tartars, when they were in the old nest bear, could lie down in the snow for seven days.

And these soldiers, the coldest winter they have experienced is only ten degrees below zero, how can they fight with the Tartars in winter.

After Cui Hongxu finished unloading the goods, he pushed the cart back to the camp of Gaoli Minfu, and several Korean supervisors stepped forward with unfriendly expressions.

"Cui, what did you tell Song Bing?" one of the supervisors asked arrogantly.

Cui Hongxu said coldly: "A few greetings, but nothing."

With a bang, a whip hit his body. This time, the skin of an ordinary person must have been ripped apart.

But Cui Hongxu's body is really strong, he glared at them, then turned and walked towards the folk husbands.

"Do you think you are still the prime minister's son? Your father has already been beheaded!" shouted the Koryo supervisor behind him.

Cui Hongxu's eyes turned red, he didn't speak, he paused and continued walking.

A group of Korean civilian husbands waited until the supervisor had left before they surrounded them.

An elderly civilian husband served him a bowl of porridge and two pancakes, leaned forward and said, "Young Master Cui, there is a saying in the Han people that you must bow your head if you tell people to stay under the eaves. Now that the Yang family is powerful, keep it Little life is of the utmost importance, if you just give in and say something nice, wouldn’t it be better than being whipped every day?”

While drinking porridge, Cui Hongxu said, "I think so too, but I can't do it. Haha, Lao Li, at your age, why are you here to be a civilian husband?"

"Hey, I only came here after I asked someone to hand over the money. I come here to be a peasant. I don't get tired of working, I eat and drink well, and I still have a drink every three days. The monthly money I get is not counted. Less. I plan to earn some money for my second son and marry a wife."

"In Korea, can't we make money by selling all this strength?" Cui Hongxu asked puzzled.

"Gaoli?" The Gaoli civilian husbands around laughed together, and a thin man put away his smiling face and said helplessly, "Mr. Cui, you come from a noble family, how do you know the following bitter lives, in Korea, you are just tired If you die, you won’t be able to earn this money.”

Cui Hongxu still didn't believe it, and the peasants around told their tragic experiences. In Korea, ordinary people lived without dignity.