Willows, elms, pagoda trees and camphor trees grew along the stream. Because it had rained heavily for the past few days, the traces of the flood in the mountains were very obvious. Some of the roots of the old trees were exposed to the water, and some dried up tree trunks were scattered on the dried up river.
Under a weeping willow was a large green stone. Under the stone was a swirling clear river, about a person's depth and four feet in circumference. On the left side of the hill was the barracks built by the five hundred bodyguards of the Left Sentry Battalion. At the foot of the hill was Gao Village, from which one could overlook the entire village and clearly see the courtyards and pavilions of their homes.
In the middle of June, the weather was hot. Although the environment in the village was quiet and elegant, the cicadas were noisy day and night, making it difficult to sleep. At this moment, a bamboo couch was placed beside the small river. Yang Ling was lying on the bamboo couch like an old man. The mottled sunlight shone on his body, making him sleepy.
His hands and feet were wrapped in white cloth, and a fishing pole was propped up in front of him. The bobber swayed gently on the surface of the water. The fish had already been caught, but no one changed the bait.
It had been ten days since they returned from the capital. Yang Ling's badly mutilated limbs were almost healed under the careful care of the Divine Doctor Gao Wenxin. However, Han Youniang, Yutang Chun and the others did not dare to be careless. Seeing the tender flesh on his wrists and ankles, they were afraid that the skin would be chafed, so they still wrapped thick cloth around his wrists and ankles.
The bamboo couch was a gift from Yan Song. The Yan family was considered a small landlord in the local area, but in the capital, they were not. Since they could not give him a big gift, they simply gave him some elegant items, which suited Yang Ling's intentions.
Yang Ling had always been suspicious about why the soil retrieved from the Emperor's mausoleum had no flaws. When Yan Song visited him, he also tried to sound him out. Yan Song had always thought that Duke Cheng and Wang Shouren were the ones who cheated. Perhaps Yang Ling also knew the truth, so he did not dare to claim credit or tell the truth.
However, he thought that he had seen through the secret and was also eager to know that he had also helped, so he inevitably revealed some information in his words. Yang Ling heard that it was Duke Cheng, Wang Shouren and Yan Song who worked together to help him overcome the difficulties. Naturally, his gratitude was indescribable.
On the day of his return, the Imperial Bodyguard Qian Ning, Yu Yong, the Shenji Battalion's Third Officer, the inner palace yamen's Liu Jin, Ma Yongcheng and other people who had good relations with him came to visit him in person. Those who could not leave also asked others to send generous gifts.
These people spent more than a thousand taels of gold. Yang Ling suffered a beating and went to the market to put on a good show. His reputation as a loyal official spread throughout the people and he even earned a lot of money. Dai Yi, Li Duo and Ni Qian could not compare. Not only could they not compare, they also had to buy gifts to visit Yang Ling. At this point, they also knew that the reason they were able to escape death was 99% because of Yang Ling. This visit was of course due to Xie Encheng, but they all had a tacit understanding.
Yang Ling used to be a Study Attendant in the Eastern Palace and was under the jurisdiction of Jameson Province. Therefore, Jameson Province also sent someone to greet him. Yang Ling was now the Emperor's favorite official and was very popular. Jameson Province did not dare to slight him and actually sent a Hanlin scholar to greet him.
Yang Ling was the youngest Elementary Scholar in the Xuan Prefecture. At the age of 16, he received his Scholarly Title. The one sent by Jameson Province was even more impressive. This Study Attendant of the Emperor of Zhengde was called Yang Tinghe. At the age of 12, he was already a child prodigy who was famous throughout Sichuan. He was specially approved by the Ministry of Education to skip the Tong Sheng and Elementary Scholar examinations and directly pass the Juren examination. At the age of 19, he became a Jinshi and at the age of 20, he entered the Hanlin Academy. Compared to him, Yang Ling's educational background was like a grain of rice competing with the sun and moon.
Fortunately, this Scholar Yang who was nearing his fifties was very easygoing. Normally, he would not speak with a sour tone just because he was well-read. After the two of them chatted, Yang Ling suddenly had a good impression of this Study Attendant.
Originally, Yang Tinghe was only sent by Jameson Province to pay a visit because of the Emperor's reputation. Towards this Elementary Scholar who had started out as an Elementary Scholar and had risen to fame like a rocket, he did not think much of him.
However, after chatting with him, Yang Tinghe realized that although this Elementary Scholar's words were messy and disorderly and he did not have a systematic view of various matters, every time he said something strange, he would always be able to point out the severity of the problem. If he was able to come up with a solution, although some of his ideas were too radical and might not be suitable for the Imperial Court, but this kind of superhuman knowledge was something that even a well-read scholar would not be able to come up with. Sometimes, he would say something careless, but after thinking about it carefully, it actually made a lot of sense. Yang Tinghe couldn't help but look at him in a new light and immediately stopped being negligent.
Fortunately, Yang Ling did not know of this Scholar's illustrious reputation. When he was chatting with him, he thought of something and did not have any misgivings. Although his knowledge could not be compared to Yang Tinghe's, but occasionally, a casual remark could be a conclusion made by a knowledgeable person of the later generations after observing history. At this time, when he said it, in Yang Tinghe's eyes, naturally, he felt that this person was quite far-sighted and had extraordinary knowledge.
This was like a mischievous child talking to a martial arts expert. The mischievous child's unintentional remark or action happened to contain some kind of truth. Although he himself was at a loss, but in the eyes of an expert, he would be greatly enlightened.
Yang Ling's unsystematic and erroneous viewpoints and knowledge were not something that Yang Tinghe dared to think of as thought-provoking and unheard of. Yang Ling himself did not know what was going on and even thought that the other party was unwilling to talk about it in depth.
But with his profound knowledge, he only needed to be enlightened. Combining his knowledge and experience, he could naturally deduce and evolve the measures that could really be used in the Imperial Court. In this way, Yang Tinghe did not dare to think that he was ignorant and incompetent. He even thought that this person was hiding his strength and could not help but feel deep respect for him.
Grand Secretary Yang was not afraid of talent. When he went back and mentioned Yang Ling, he had a lot of praise. Yang Tinghe was a very prestigious talent in Hanlin Academy. With his praise, in addition to the endless flattery of the new Hanlin scholar, Yan Song, the Hanlin scholars who were originally dissatisfied with Yang Ling's promotion dared not be too arrogant. Originally, they used to publicly reprimand Yang Ling because he was only a scholar and could not take on important responsibilities. This benefit was something that Yang Ling did not expect.
In fact, Li Duo, Dai Yi, and the others rushed back to Tailing the next day after visiting Yang Ling. It was not that their injuries recovered faster than Yang Ling, but that now they could not wait to be beaten more severely by Hong Zhong. If they were carried back to Tailing to supervise the works, then their loyalty to the Imperial Court would be shown.
This time, Yang Ling also learned to be obedient. He did not dare to neglect the official affairs and wanted to rush back to Tailing. However, Dai Yi thought that he was "worried" about the Third Young Master Wang who had falsely accused him. He hurriedly patted his chest and showed his loyalty, with a look that said, "You can rest assured that I will handle this matter."
But he had a sinister smile on his face. Yang Ling did not want to resolve the irreconcilable enmity with Wang Qiong. Looking at him, he became even more worried. At this time, the current Emperor Zhengde's imperial decree arrived. This imperial decree of Emperor Zhengde first sent back the cliff painting that Hongzhi Emperor had given to Yang Ling.
Perhaps Emperor Zhengde also knew that he could not compare to the Former Emperor's painting level, so he did not dare to carelessly scribble on the painting, such as adding a poem at the beginning. However, he stamped a big square seal on the painting. If he could not compare to his father in calligraphy and painting, then he would compare whose seal was better. The square seal of Emperor Zhengde was about the same size as the imperial jade seal. It was quite a good landscape painting, with a big red square seal on it. No matter how one looked at it, it was neither fish nor fowl.
In Emperor Zhengde's imperial decree, Han Youniang was conferred the title of a third-rank Honorary Madam. He instructed Yang Ling to recuperate well and wait for the imperial decree's arrangement at home. Yang Ling did not really want to repair the grave, so he naturally stayed at home to enjoy his life.
After a few days of busy welcoming and sending off guests, it was finally time to rest. Yang Ling asked someone to move a bamboo bed and went to the mountain stream to fish with Young-niang in the shade. Seeing that her husband was tired, Han Youniang gently withdrew her warm and soft hand from his. She pulled over the soft and smooth skirt and placed it on her husband's waist. Then, she tiptoed away quietly.
As soon as she moved, the slightly tired Yang Ling woke up. Yang Ling narrowed his eyes and quietly opened a slit to look at Young-niang. He saw that Han Youniang had tiptoed away before returning to her original form. She stood under a tree and turned around twice. She raised her face to look at it, then turned her head to sneakily look at Yang Ling.
Yang Ling's curiosity was piqued. He didn't know what Young-niang wanted to do. When he saw her turn her head, he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Han Youniang saw that Yang Ling was fast asleep and looked around. Then, she quickly pulled up her skirt and stuffed it around her waist. She rolled up her sleeves and spat on her palms. She used both hands to climb up the tree trunk. She was as fast as a monkey. Her hips swayed left and right as she climbed up the tall tree trunk.
Yang Ling was shocked. He was originally afraid that Han Youniang would fall, but when he saw how agile she was, he couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Han Youniang stood on the tree trunk with a cheerful expression. It was as if she hadn't played this game in a long time.
This was an old peach tree, the lower branches had already been chopped off by the woodcutter, leaving only a few sharp branches. Hidden in the lush leaves of the tree were many green peaches the size of walnuts whose hairs had not yet faded.
Han Youniang stood on her tiptoes and picked some. She took out a handkerchief from her bosom and wrapped it up. She put it back into her bosom and climbed down the tree. She ran to the river and washed the green peaches in the river. She picked one up and took a bite. She didn't care if the peach was sour or not. She ate it with relish.
Yang Ling quietly stood up and slowly walked over. His ankles were wrapped in thick bandages, so he wasn't very agile. He accidentally stepped on a rock. Han Youniang, who had just stood up from the river, was startled. She jumped and her foot fell into the river.
When she hurriedly pulled her foot out, she turned her head and saw her husband standing beside her with a smile on his face. She couldn't help but stand there awkwardly with her head shrunk like a child waiting to be scolded. There was still a corner of the peach in her mouth that was suffused with an astringent fragrance.
Yang Ling saw that Han Youniang's skirt was tied to her belt, one of her embroidered shoes was dripping with water, her left hand was wrapped in a handkerchief with six or seven small green peaches, and her right hand was holding a half-eaten one. Her slightly tanned and handsome face was flushed, and there were two fine beads of sweat on the tip of her pretty nose. She just stood there foolishly. He couldn't help but giggle and say, "My third-ranked wife, what bad things are you doing?"
Han Youniang had always been gentle and virtuous, so much so that Yang Ling had almost forgotten her age. Looking at her current appearance, he finally remembered that she was a child who had grown up in the mountains. After all, she was only sixteen years old, the age where she loved to play and loved to play. Yet, she had already taken care of the household and disguised herself as someone's wife. It was fortunate that she had been able to endure for so long.
Seeing Han Youniang standing there charmingly naively, revealing a rare silly expression, Yang Ling grinned and helped her pull down her skirt. He brushed aside the hair on her cheek and said gently, "If you like to eat astringent fruits, you can ask your family to buy some later. This kind of wild fruit has a somewhat astringent taste and isn't very tasty."
Han Youniang was naturally mischievous and active. Ever since she married this Xiucai, she had endured it for an unknown period of time. Today, when she returned to the familiar forest, she had forgotten herself and actually climbed up a tree to pick fruits. As a married woman and a Lady of Nobility, she was worried that Yang Ling would scold her for not caring about her image. But when she saw Yang Ling's loving expression, Han Youniang's worried heart finally calmed down. She quickly swallowed the peach in her mouth and threw away the half-eaten peach in her hand. Shyly, she grabbed the corner of her clothes and said, "Husband, I … I … I'm sorry …"
Yang Ling smiled and said disapprovingly, "Didn't you just climb up a tree? If you climb up, then so be it. Our family doesn't have those messy rules. " He put his arm around Young-niang's shoulders and walked towards the bamboo couch. As they walked, he said, "Don't think too much. These days at home, I've only seen you meditating and practicing your Qi. You haven't touched the stick martial arts for a long time.
Young-niang, practicing martial arts can strengthen your body. It isn't some lowly behavior. What's wrong with being a Lady of Nobility? Don't be too concerned about other people's opinions. Don't forget, the streets are now saying that husband is a descendant of the Yang Family. It is only natural that the women of the Yang Family are skilled in martial arts. Hehe, later I will ask the soldiers to clear out a piece of land in the backyard. In the future, you will still have to practice martial arts every day. Husband will also learn from you. "
He sat on the bamboo couch and pulled Han Youniang to sit on his lap. Han Youniang shyly struggled for a while before shyly smiling and remaining silent. Yang Ling put his arm around Young-niang's slender waist and his big hands dishonestly moved up to her soft breasts. He whispered into her ear, "Young-niang, you've grown quite a bit here."
Han Youniang had just turned sixteen and her body was still growing. Her breasts were slowly filling up. Her budding breasts appeared to be bulging under her close-fitting underwear. It was broad daylight on this mountain, and she was so embarrassed that her husband dared to fondle her so boldly. She grabbed Yang Ling's hand and said shyly, "Husband, don't. We're outside."
Yang Ling chuckled. He couldn't bear to see her embarrassed and lowered his hand. As soon as he touched the dripping green peach, Yang Ling's heart suddenly flashed and he cried out in surprise, "Young-niang, are you pregnant? Why … why do you like to eat sour peaches? "
As he said this, his hand couldn't help but touch Young-niang's flat belly. Han Youniang shyly pushed his hand away and said, "No, no, I've loved eating green peaches since I was a child." As she said this, she turned her face and timidly said, "Husband, isn't Young-niang too disappointing?"
Yang Ling laughed and said, "How could that be? As long as we continue to work hard, there will be one. Besides, it's not necessarily your fault if you don't give birth."
"Huh?" Han Youniang was surprised and didn't understand what he meant. Weren't women supposed to give birth? If they couldn't give birth, then who else could they blame but themselves?
Yang Ling didn't want to explain things that were too difficult to explain to her. Seeing her beautiful round eyes and the cute surprised look on her face, he couldn't help but kiss her cheek and said with a smile, "Come, take off your shoes. It's not comfortable to wear them wet." As he said this, he took off Young-niang's shoes and socks without any explanation, revealing a pair of white feet.
A woman's feet weren't something anyone could casually see. Even if it was her husband, Han Youniang was embarrassed to see it outside in broad daylight. She quickly curled up her feet on the bed and pulled Bao Jin over to cover them. In her heart, she was still worried about the disappointed look on her husband's face just now. Really, they had been in the same room for four months, why was this stomach so disappointing?
The little girl rubbed her stomach and didn't even have the appetite to eat the green peaches. She pouted and thought for a while before she suddenly said, "Husband, when is the Emperor's wedding?"
Yang Ling jumped in fright and threw down the shoes he had just taken off. He stammered and found it hard to respond. The Emperor's wedding was the time for him to take a concubine, and it was an imperial concubine. How could he refuse?
Ever since he came back from the capital, he had deliberately avoided talking about this matter. On the contrary, everyone in the fu was very used to it. It was as if the master taking a concubine was the right thing to do. Especially since it was a gift from the Emperor, the servants in the fu had a face full of pride when they went out and talked about it. Yutang Chun and Sheridan had already consciously served him and Young-niang as concubines. Calling her Yu Niang jiejie seemed to have a different meaning.
Yang Ling paused for a moment and stammered, "The Emperor's gift, I don't know how to refuse it. Yu Er and Cher are both good girls, but you can also see that the officialdom is dangerous. This time, three High Ministers have fallen. I don't know how many ministers in court are dissatisfied with me. Following me … isn't necessarily a blessing. "
Han Youniang wrapped her arms around her knees and smiled faintly, "Husband is always worrying about groundless things. Young-niang really doesn't know what husband is worried about. Husband, don't blame Young-niang for being bold. Husband, how do you think we should treat them to make them happy and happy?"
She faintly sighed and said, "Husband, you don't know how happy they are after the Emperor's betrothal, but I can feel it. Sometimes I think that since they have entered our family's door, what else can we do? Young-niang knows that husband loves me, but if Young-niang is accused of being jealous, Young-niang … really won't be happy.
To Yu 'er and Xue' er, it was their fortune to be able to follow their husband. Although they are of lowly birth, they are loyal and loyal. When our family was in trouble, they were willing to risk their lives to accompany us. Husband's position is becoming higher and higher, so having many wives and concubines is something that Young-niang expects. If we really have to welcome sisters into our family, Young-niang would rather it be them. "
As she spoke, she pulled Yang Ling's hand and softly said, "Husband, that day when we decided to go to the execution ground to cry out our grievances, we all knew that if we couldn't do it, we could only accompany you in death. Young-niang is your person in life and your ghost in death, but Yu Er, Cher, and Wen Xin -jiejie have no reason to accompany us to death. We can't let them down.
Ay! Right now, Yu Er and Cher have someone to rely on for the rest of their lives. Wen Xin -jiejie is already eighteen years old and has become an old lady, but … … the emperor bestowed her to our family, so she is one of our family. Husband should go back and tell the emperor that it would be better to accept her as well. In any case, the status of a concubine isn't much higher than that of a servant. The emperor won't care about this matter.
Speaking of which, Wen Xin -jiejie is the one who has done the most kindness to husband. If she hadn't done something to that Centurion, those Ministers wouldn't have admitted their crimes so easily. I don't know how many twists and turns you would have to go through before you could come out. "
Gao Wenxin was a person who had been demoted to a slave by the imperial decree. Her children and grandchildren would all be slaves and servants. If he could find a reason to get rid of her slavery, he would truly be repaying her. Yang Ling had never thought of taking her as a concubine, but with Young-niang's reminder, he really began to think about how to help her get out of this mess.
Han Youniang saw that he was deep in thought and thought that her husband was a bit moved. She couldn't help but shyly add fuel to the fire, "Yu Er -jiejie said that looking at Wen Xin -jiejie's figure, it would be very easy to raise a child. Perhaps there would be a couple of men and eight tigers … …"
"Un! Ah? … … "Yang Ling came back to his senses. He didn't know what Han Youniang was talking about. He was about to ask again when there was a burst of laughter in the wormwood forest. Two pretty girls walked out from the path. When they saw the two of them, they happily called out," Master, Young-niang -jiejie. "
Yang Ling looked up and saw Sheridan and Yutang Chun smiling as they walked over. Sheridan was dressed in a green gown and held a zither in her arms. Yutang Chun was also dressed like a maid and carried a basket. She was a dancer and although she was dressed as a maid, her steps were light and graceful, like a willow branch swaying in the wind.
Behind the two of them, Gao Wenxin had just turned around the bushes. Her hair was wrapped in a green handkerchief and she calmly followed behind the two of them.
Yutang Chun and Han Youniang came over and bowed to Yang Ling. Han Youniang didn't put on her shoes and pulled Sheridan and said, "Why are you here?"
Sheridan smiled and said, "Sister Yu personally made some food and wine for Master and Jiejie. I thought that if Master is bored fishing, it would be good to listen to some music, so I carried the zither and followed."
Yutang Chun placed the basket next to the bed. Her breathing was a bit heavy. Yang Ling saw that she carried the basket for more than two miles and her delicate face was covered with fine beads of sweat. He couldn't help but say, "Yu Er, I came here to enjoy the cool air, but you are the ones running around. Thank you so much."
Yutang Chun glanced at him with a dizzy face. She smiled sweetly and said in a low voice, "Master, you don't have to be so polite. It's what I should do." Gao Wenxin lightly walked over and quietly bowed to him. She said, "Master, please let me take a look at your injury again!"
She carefully sat on the bed and untied the bandages on Yang Ling's hands and feet. She gently caressed his injury and observed for a while. She saw that the climb up the mountain this time did not break any wounds. The tender red flesh on the bruised areas has gradually hardened. She couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
She took out a cloth bag from her bosom and spread it on the bed. She took out a thin golden needle from it. She used her white fingers to make two gestures on Yang Ling's leg. She found the right acupuncture point and pierced the needle into it.
Yang Ling's leg was already itchy. After she twisted the golden needle, he felt his thigh go numb, then sore and itchy. He couldn't help but straighten his leg and suddenly kicked Gao Wenxin's thigh.
Yang Ling only felt the tip of his foot touching the girl's elastic thigh. He hurriedly shrunk back in embarrassment. He awkwardly tried to find a topic to talk about, "Miss, it's this small golden needle that made Centurion Lu fall head over heels … Ah! No, it's mental disorder? "
Sheridan giggled and teased, "Master is wrong. Centurion Lu's mental disorder is caused by three silver needles. This golden needle seems to be the cause of someone else's mental disorder."
Gao Wenxin's expression was indifferent. It was as if she didn't hear anything. She focused on twisting the golden needle and softly explained, "I used this golden needle to activate the blood vessels. Daren's injury will heal faster. Yesterday, didn't Assistant Minister Jiao Daren of the Ministry of Appointments say that because of the arrangement of the Six Ministers, the ministers are arguing endlessly? In my opinion, Daren won't be able to enjoy his life for long. "
Sheridan saw the two's expressions and couldn't help but make a face. She smiled at Han Youniang and said, "I've seen Sister Wen Xin's magical needles. I just don't know if it's really a medical skill that can make people fall head over heels. If there really is such a skill in the world, all the girls in the world should learn it. When they see their beloved husband, they can raise their hand and give him a needle. Hahaha …"
Gao Wenxin twirled the golden needle. Her face was as calm as water. But when Sheridan said 'when they see their beloved husband, they can raise their hand and give him a needle', she didn't know why her hands were in a mess.
Yang Ling felt a pain in his leg. When he looked up, he saw Gao Wenxin with her head slightly lowered. Her slender neck was elegant, her skin like jade, but her breathing was rapid, her breath like orchids. Her watery eyes glistened, and Yang Ling could not tell if she was shy or sullen.
When Sheridan saw this, she stuck out her tongue. She carried the zither box and walked to the willow tree. She took out the zither and placed it on her knees. Her fingers plucked the strings and the sound of the zither rang out. It sounded like a simple and unadorned song.
Yang Ling couldn't understand it. Gao Wenxin had more than just medical skills. When she heard that the song was' Ancient Yearning Song ', she couldn't help but blush. Yang Ling felt another pain in his leg. He couldn't help but make a bitter face and said, "Miss, please be gentle … it hurts …"
Gao Wenxin bit her lips. Her black and white eyes looked at him. Her delicate and pretty face was blushing. Suddenly, she seemed to be full of charm and femininity. She awkwardly raised her hand and tucked her hair behind her ear, burying her blushing face. She pressed down on Yang Ling's thigh and continued to prick it. Half of Yang Ling's body was sore and numb, but he did not dare make a sound. He could not help but complain in his heart.
Finally, Gao Wenxin woke up in time. She saw that Yang Ling's thigh was trembling. He seemed to be enduring the pain. She quickly changed the other leg. When she finished, Yutang Chun took the basket and invited Yang Ling and Young-niang to eat.
No wonder Yutang Chun was so tired that she was sweating. There was a watermelon, four delicate side dishes, more than ten thin and soft sugar cakes in the basket. There was even a pot of Bamboo Leaf Green on top. The porcelain pot was wrapped with a few pieces of ice from the kiln. There were quite a lot of things.
Bamboo Leaf Green in June with ice. This drinking method was naturally suggested by Gao Wenxin. Even the Shihua House that Yutang Chun and Sheridan used to stay in did not pay such attention to drinking. Gao Wenxin's father loved wine. He built an ice storage kiln at home. Now, it all belonged to Yang Ling.
Cutting melons and drinking wine on the couch. Weeping willows playing the zither by the stream. Holding cups and chopsticks. Surrounded by red sleeves. Each of them was beautiful and affectionate towards him. Was this the most dream life for the romantic scholars in ancient times? What about modern men?
Yang Ling raised his chopsticks and looked. He couldn't help but feel confused. Alas! Should I harden my heart and enjoy everything I have now? Only then will I face life more realistically. It will also make me and the people around me happier? Whether it was intentional or not, all of this has come to me. Status is like a magnetic field. When you rise to a certain height, it doesn't matter if you want it or not. What should appear, will eventually come.
Han Youniang sat opposite Yang Ling. She took small bites of the sweet and soft pancake and sweetly arranged dishes for Yang Ling. Yutang Chun's jade sleeves were half-rolled up. She filled Yang Ling's cup. The wine in the cup was golden and green. The fragrance assailed his nostrils. Gao Wenxin stood beside the bamboo couch and said softly: "Master, this Bamboo Leaf Green has been added with sand kernel, red sandalwood, angelica, orange peel, rock sugar, and egg white. It warms the stomach and invigorates the blood. It will be very beneficial to master's injury."
Yutang Chun held the cup with both hands. She sang sweetly in the elegant sound of the zither: "The Tian family is free. Shi You temporarily linger. Three Spring Bamboo Leaf Wine. A song of chicken strings. Master, please drink this cup to the fullest! "
I can't stand it anymore. I can't stand it anymore. Yang Ling felt uncomfortable all over. This kind of "decadent and degenerate" feudal scholar-official life wasn't something that a person who hadn't been trained and trained could handle.
He took the cup. His expression was hurried. Just as he was about to reply, someone shouted from afar: "Sir Yang, where is Sir Yang? I am Gu Daeyong. If you hear me, respond. "
"Gu Daeyong?" Two days ago, when Ma Yongcheng went out of the palace to buy some goods, he did come here. Gu Daeyong served the Emperor and couldn't easily leave the palace. If he came, then the Emperor … …
When Yang Ling thought of this, he hurriedly jumped up from the softness and softness. He hastily put on his boots. Just as he stood up, he saw a dozen or so burly men dressed in green with arrow sleeves flash out from the intersection of the grass. Behind them, a playboy walked out. He was wearing a light-colored arrow jacket and green loose pants. The bottom of the pants was stuffed into a pair of sheepskin short boots, looking like a lantern. This was the most romantic attire for the capital's hedonistic young masters this month.
That young master's appearance was handsome. In his hand was a jet-black horsewhip. When he saw Yang Ling from afar, he laughed loudly and said: "Yang, zhen used a little trick and escaped from the palace. Are your injuries better?"
Yang Ling hurriedly stepped forward to greet the Emperor. He saluted and said: "Why did Your Majesty come? Humble subject didn't know and didn't go out to greet you … …" Emperor Zhengde giggled and raised his horsewhip to hit his shoulder. He pretended to reprimand: "Don't play this trick with zhen."
He flashed past Yang Ling's shoulder and glanced behind him. He clicked his tongue and said: "I envy zhen to death. If you want to fish, you fish. If you want to eat melon, you eat melon. If you want to go to the mountain to sleep, someone will bring you a bamboo bed. Whatever zhen wants to do in the palace, there will be someone reprimanding me in agony. It's so hard. I really want to change places with you and live a more comfortable life. "
Hearing this, Yang Ling jumped in fright. Although Zhengde was joking, but ever since the last time he was almost stabbed, Yang Ling did not dare to be careless about these small details that he usually did not care about. He did not care, Zhengde did not care, but other people did. In the eyes of some people, this was the etiquette that a ruler and his minister, father and son must abide by. Otherwise, they would be neither a ruler nor a minister, disloyal and unjust. Yang Ling did not dare to let other people talk about it.
He hurriedly smiled apologetically and said: "Your Majesty is the ruler of a country. The hundreds of officials naturally have high hopes for Your Majesty. They are also doing this for Your Majesty's good."
Zhengde angrily snorted. At this time, Gu Daeyong had gone to the river to wash a handkerchief and ran back to hand it to Zhengde. Zhengde took it and carelessly wiped his face. Then he pulled over Yang Ling's wrist to take a look. He cheerfully said: "Beloved minister's body is better, that's good, that's good. It's rare for zhen to leave the palace, let's not talk about these troublesome matters. You also don't need to pretend to reprimand him. Zhen knows that you are different from those bookworms. Ha ha … come, accompany zhen to have a good stroll. Later zhen still has an important matter to discuss with you."
Yang Ling turned his head to look. He quickly gave a look to Yutang Chun and the others, indicating for them to retreat. Then he hesitantly said: "Then … why doesn't Your Majesty go to the willow to listen to the zither and drink wine, and fish together?"
In history, Emperor Zhengde's reputation for being lecherous was too famous. Yang Ling did not understand history, but he had read a lot of unofficial and anecdotal accounts. According to them, Emperor Zhengde's anecdotes were that he once visited the Xuan fu at night. When he saw a family, he would enter. He would call the women of the family to favor him, and have the family's man wait in the courtyard. Then, when he was done, he would go to the next family. When Yang Ling read this story, other than having some doubts about Emperor Zhengde's aesthetic views and super strong sexual ability, he did not doubt whether his lecherous nature was real or fake. After all, in history, there was a consensus.
Ever since he got to know Emperor Zhengde by chance, although he could not see any signs of Zhengde's lecherous nature, today's environment, this mood, uh … it was really easy to make people think of lust when they were full and warm. Besides, Zhengde was gradually growing up and was about to get married. What if he touched a woman and was enlightened? He had to be on guard.
Yang Ling was more or less on guard, so he wanted to lure the woman away and coax Zhengde to go fishing. Unexpectedly, Emperor Zhengde frowned and said impatiently: "What's so fun about listening to the zither and fishing? Come, since you've recovered, go get your personal army and accompany Zhen to practice martial arts in the mountains. Watching the soldiers fight is much more fun. "
Right now, Yang Ling could only train five hundred of his personal army. The number of soldiers was small, but they were skilled, and they had enough ammunition. Therefore, under Yang Ling's request, it was common for them to practice martial arts in the mountains. Yang Ling did not expect that the fun Zhengde was talking about was actually playing with guns and cannons. This was easy to deal with. He let out a breath and hurriedly said: "If Your Majesty wants to watch the military practice, that's easy. It's just that Your Majesty's dragon body is precious. When you go up the mountain, you must watch the military practice inside your body and cannot easily show yourself."
Zhengde happily said: "What's so difficult about that? Let's go, let's go." He impatiently pulled Yang Ling and shouted to Young-niang: "Jiejie Young-niang, Zhen and Yang are going to watch the military practice. You guys go fish and listen to the zither."
The skin on Yang Ling's ankles had regenerated. He did not dare to walk too fast. He waved at Han Youniang and followed the joyful Zhengde on the small mountain path. Conveniently, he broke off a stalk of grass that smelled strongly of wormwood and sniffed it. He casually asked: "What important matter does Your Majesty want to discuss with me? Do you want me to go to Tailing to supervise the construction? "
Zhengde walked in front and casually said: "You only need to put your name on the matter of Tailing. Right now, Dai Yi and the others are working very hard. No one in the imperial court is noisy either. You don't need to worry about these things.
You don't know, right now the Six Ministries are short of a few officials. I don't want to use white-haired old men anymore. I want to appoint you as the Minister of the Ministry of Punishments. But a bunch of old men don't agree. They say that you don't have enough virtue and talent to take on this big responsibility. They make me so angry that I don't know what to do. It's the Great Minister who is smart and gave me a good idea. "
As soon as Yang Ling heard these eunuch brothers giving him a good idea, he could not help but feel his heart skip a beat. He heard Zhengde say eloquently: "Didn't they say that you don't have enough talent and knowledge, that you can't take on this big responsibility? I want you to attend the scripture banquet and shock those old men. Oh, right … do you know about the scripture banquet? "
Ever since Zhengde ascended to the throne, the hundreds of officials had been constantly requesting the Emperor to reopen the scripture banquet. Yang Ling had long heard about it. How could he not know what the scripture banquet was? As soon as he heard that Emperor Zhengde wanted him to attend the scripture banquet and discuss Taoism with the literate civil and military officials, discuss literature, laws, and important matters of the imperial court, this impostor Yang Xiucai was so scared that his heart felt like hundreds of toads were jumping into a well. Immediately, his heart throbbed …
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