The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 673

Of course I will cooperate, because there is no other way.

The title of Zen position can make many ministers loyal to Zhao and Song Dynasties consciously transition to the next dynasty.

More importantly, Zhao Si hoped that through his cooperation, he could preserve the blood of the Zhao family, and more importantly, keep his own family safe.

Yang Jian chuckled, and said: "If the official family really has this intention, and the villains are willing to do this for the official family, you just need to buy more land, singers and dancers, and enjoy the wealth and wealth. The young slaughter is the most benevolent , you know."

When things came to an end, Zhao Si, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, was not in the mood at all, and continued to flirt 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 Hall of Spring Harmony.

Several servants greeted him, Yang Jian said, "Go to Zhaodefang!"

Zhaodefang, inside the study.

Yang Lin half-lyed on the couch, leaning against the chest of the "little pillow" behind him, enjoying kneading with delicate hands.

With his eyes half-closed, he said disapprovingly: "How can the officials harbor resentment? Even if they are a little bit unwilling, it's normal."

There was another Yang Jian in the room, who obviously came to sue, saying that he was depressed and seemed to have resentment, but this behavior fell short in Yang Lin's eyes.

The old master treated you well, so eager to add insult to injury, who would look up to you?

This Yang Jian was definitely not such a short-sighted person in the past, but now he is really in a hurry. He can live for a few more years. After his death, how can the powerless nephew pass on the power?

Yang Jian heard the words and said: "This matter, after all, is extraordinary..."

Yang Lin waved his hands, sat up straight, and said, "Brother, your Ministry of Internal Affairs knows the official family best. How can the Zhao family still have any power? If we don't treat the Zhao Song family well, we will It caused chaos in the world."

"The Chai clan of the former dynasty didn't hear of any rebellious people, so they chose a day to let the officials sit in Zen, so there is no need for trouble."

There should be no chaos in the country right now, I must grasp this point, and not be misled by this impatient and confused eunuch.

Yang Jian saw that he was determined not to harm Zhao Si, so he finalized a few Zen position details with Yang Lin, and left in a hurry.

No matter what he does now, he is racing against the king of Hades, and he is no longer as calm and restrained as before.

After Su Nuannuan waited for him to go out, she said with a coquettish smile, "Congratulations, master, you are going to be the emperor!"

Yang Lin laughed, thinking in his heart, at this moment, I am living more comfortably than the emperor.

After ascending to the great position, there will be many more shackles...

7Chapter 16 Mingjiao Saintess

In Zhaodefang, Yang Lin tied a red ribbon around his head and wore a singlet, enjoying kicking Juju with Zhong Guiyi, Cai Lingbao and a few little girls.

The eldest daughter Yang Tianying next to her clapped her small palms. Yang Lin wiped off her sweat and kicked even more vigorously when she saw her daughter's adoring eyes.

Suddenly the applause stopped, Yang Lin kicked the net in the middle, turned around and saw that Fang Miaolian was leading her daughter away.

Yang Lin quickly gestured and said, "Pause, pause, intermission."

Then she ran over with the ball in her arms. Fang Miaolian was dressed very well today. Although she wore a red dress without makeup, it was still a bit radiant. Yang Lin asked doubtfully, "Where is this going?"

Fang Miaolian said angrily, "Go to the temple to fulfill your wish."

"In the temple?" Yang Lin frowned, and said, "You are a saint of the Ming religion, what are you doing in the temple? Could it be that the temple is dedicated to King Ming?"

As soon as Fang Miaolian heard this, she became angry, "You have eradicated the Ming religion, why don't you encourage others to believe in Buddhism?"

Yang Lin thought in his heart, now is his critical moment, there is no guarantee that there will be no one with evil intentions.

They can't help themselves, but they also have to guard against attacking their family members.

"What's so good about believing in Buddhism? It's better to follow the real Chiyang and change your faith. The main reason is that it's convenient. There's a hall dedicated to Sanqing at home, a place to fulfill your vows."

Fang Miao gave him a pityful look, picked up her daughter and left, Yang Lin was very angry.

If it wasn't for my daughter, she would have been cleaned up on the spot.Yang Tianying raised her pink and jade-carved delicate face, and said in a childish voice, "Don't go to the temple."

Yang Lin couldn't be happier, so she hugged her daughter and kissed her hard.

Fang Miaolian looked at the two of them, laughed angrily, dragged Yang Lin and said, "It's the same if you go with me."

Yang Lin asked in amazement, "What am I going to do?"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that since he was going to pay off his wish, he must have made it, most likely it was for himself.

The saint gave herself and Yang Tianyi the amulet last time, she really had a cold face and a warm heart.

Feeling warm in Yang Lin's heart, he agreed, and hurriedly said, "I went to that temple because I was afraid that the monks would think too much."

Fang Miaolian ignored him, twisted her gourd-like round waist and pear hips, and walked out.

Yang Lin scratched his daughter's nose and said with a smile: "You go to Aunt Taozi, Daddy will play with you when he comes back."

After getting into the carriage, Yang Lin took a closer look. Today, Fang Miaolian was wearing pleated butterflies, with a golden flower on her temples. It looked familiar. It should be given by herself. The fabrics used were all gold. It can be seen that it has been carefully decorated.

The white silk tube top on the chest, supported by the round peaks, is exquisite and ups and downs. Although the Mingjiao saintess did not deliberately flatter her, her whole person also reveals a mature attraction.

Seeing Yang Lin's gaze, Fang Miaolian was very happy in her heart, but her face was still cold, only her pretty cheeks were slightly red.The inadvertent nervousness also revealed her thoughts.

Who is the person sitting across from him? It is Yang Lin, the son of Chiyang, who is most proficient in the thoughts of these daughters and can be called an expert.

The appearance of the saint made Yang Lin feel very cute, and he wished he could go up and take a few bites.

The carriage drove slowly to Daxiangguo Temple, which was the most prosperous street in Bianliang, until Daxiangguo Temple, which was also crowded with people all the year round.

In Yang Lin's carriage, the driver and the back seat are still separated by a fence, the whole body is painted black, and there are no extra ornaments.

There is a layer of bead curtains and a layer of cloth curtains on the car, because it is made for the wives and concubines in the inner courtyard, there is an extra seat, so that the maids can sit in the bead curtains when driving, and there is a fence separating them from publicity.

This year, it was not peaceful, there were wars everywhere, but the Central Plains became more prosperous.

Kaifeng, Bianliang, is growing crazily and barbarously for the second time, with various palaces and mansions rising from the ground.

The transportation in all directions is more convenient, and the official roads in the outskirts of the city are paved with bluestone slabs, which are very smooth.

Now that it is approaching late autumn, many merchants come to Bianliang to sell supplies for the winter and the New Year.

The streets are bustling with traffic, shoulder to shoulder, and there are endless sellers of various snacks and handicrafts on both sides.

Yang Lin opened the curtain and was very happy to see it. In such a prosperous age, Haiyan Heqing, with his own handwriting, how can he not make people drunk.

Yuqian Street is also the residence of the dignitaries in Bianliang, Tokyo, and it can be said that every inch of land is expensive.