In the evening, the sun sets in the west, with its afterglow, the golden sunset is like covering the palace of Prince Wei with a layer of golden gauze.
Under the study window, Xiao Ying was wearing a light yellow dress and her hair was tied high. She was sitting behind the desk in the back room. Along with the sound of abacus beads, a jade hand as white as an onion tube held a writing brush. , write a line of beautiful plum blossoms in regular script on the white account book.
It was mid-to-late April, and the weather in Guanzhong was getting warmer. The beautiful princess scanned the lines of text in the account book, which clearly showed the income and expenditure of the palace, as well as various budgets.
As Yang Jixian's internal assistant, Xiao Ying had almost monopoly power in the mansion, and at the same time helped Yang Ji master the intelligence power of "Tianmen". However, because the account books in her hands were too sensitive to allow others to know too much, she could only record and calculate them herself.
Xiao Ying stretched her waist, her exquisite and graceful curves looked like graceful undulating hills in the sunset, and there was a trace of tiredness on her beautiful face.
At this moment, Qiu Shui said, "Madam, the young master is back."
Xiao Ying raised her beautiful, glistening eyes and asked in surprise: "Didn't Mr. Lang go to the Ministry of War to explain the handover of prisoners? Why are you back so early?"
"The handover procedures have been completed!" Yang Ji had quickly entered the study from the courtyard.
The border troops were not allowed to enter the capital without an edict. Even if they wanted to enter the capital, they had to go through a series of complicated procedures; and these 40,000 prisoners were all young and strong, and there was no room for carelessness. They had to be taken over by the Ministry of War. If they They dispersed in a hurry, which was undoubtedly a disaster for Yongzhou. Thinking that the Northern Patrol would take away many troops, Yang Jisheng was afraid that the military department had ignored this army of prisoners entering the pass, so he went to remind them.
Xiao Ying stood up and came over to meet her husband. Seeing that her husband was a little unhappy, she asked with concern: "What's wrong with Mr. Sir? Are you looking sad?" After saying that, she picked up the teapot on the table and poured her husband a cup of tea. The aroma of the tea followed. The rising heat overflowed.
"Didn't Aniang say that there was a lot of private money in Luoyang? Hey, just as she expected, the fingertips were all pointed at me. Now, the infamy has spread to Guanzhong." Yang Ji sat on the embroidered pier and snorted coldly He said in one voice: "If the saint hadn't asked me to accompany him on the Northern Patrol, I would have personally gone to find out the truth and see which bastard wanted to harm me."
Xiao Ying gently pushed the account book in her hand to Yang Ji and said: "This is the information from Luoyang. According to Mr. Ling, there are actually laws to follow for the emergence of private money. According to the news detected by Tianmen, the real casting Those who make money privately have two suspects, one is the Yuan family, and the other is the King of Qi."
Yang Ji took a sip of tea, stared at the information in the booklet, and said with a solemn expression: "The clues above are easy to check. As long as you pay attention, you can find them out. This is obviously a trick of making things up, and it looks very complicated." It seems to have misled me, making me think about King Qi and the Yuan family. Between the two, King Qi can be ruled out; just because after he was placed under house arrest by the saint, he and the saint asked Yang Gongren to clean the palace of Prince Qi. The staff and officials are very clean now, and it is no longer the former Qi Palace, so he can be completely excluded."
"It's impossible that the mastermind behind the scenes doesn't know this, so King Qi is just the first shield to mislead me and mislead the saint. The Yuan family and I have a blood feud, and King Qi made it a joke in Guanzhong. They provoked the two kings There is a possibility of fighting and profiting, and it looks like the real mastermind behind the scenes, but I think it is unlikely because it is too obvious to sow discord."
Xiao Ying frowned, her beautiful eyes showing surprise: "If it's not King Qi or Yuan, then who is it?"
Yang Ji pondered for a long time, then asked without answering: "If I fight with the King of Qi or the Yuan clan, who do you think will benefit the most?"
When Xiao Ying heard this, her face changed slightly and she said: "If the two kings fight, the prince seems to be the biggest beneficiary, but in the current situation, there is no need for the prince. If he puts the blame on others, he will be the first to suffer. It’s him.”
"Yes!" Yang Ji nodded and said uncertainly: "At today's court meeting, Dugu Shun and Changsun Chi vented their anger from the same nostril, and their target was the Yuan family; maybe they used the power of me and the court to deal with the Yuan family. "
Xiao Yingfeng's eyes flashed, and she silently thought about the reason. After a while, she persuaded softly: "Mr. Lang, it is said that the saint has asked Zhang
The censor's husband and Li Xingbu went to Luoyang to investigate the case. It is better to wait for the results to be analyzed before analyzing it! Moreover, Mr. Ling is also investigating secretly. If there is any trouble, he will definitely call us as soon as possible. "
Having said this, Xiao Ying looked at Yang Ji with shining eyes and expressed her opinion: "The saint asked the Yushitai and the Ministry of Justice to investigate, which shows that the saint attaches great importance to this matter. The matter of private money cannot be handled well. , many officials will be involved in the end; Lang Jun has just become a minister, and if he is eager to participate, it is easy for people to think that Lang Jun wants to be a real minister. It is impossible to say that people just want Lang Jun to participate. !」
"That's the truth." Yang Ji looked at Xiao Ying with admiration and said with a smile, "My wife is really my good wife. With you here, I really save a lot of trouble."
A smile appeared on Xiao Ying's beautiful face, and she said softly: "Mr. Sir, don't forget the banquet tonight!"
Yang Zhao, who stayed behind in Guanzhong, wanted to fulfill his duty as a landlord. In the afternoon, he invited Yang Ji and Xiao Ying to the Furong Tower for a banquet. He said that when the time came, a carriage would be sent to pick them up. However, because of the private money issue, Yang Ji almost forgot about it. He smiled and said, "I almost forgot about it, madam. Are you going?"
Xiao Ying shook her head: "The prince is inviting you to the banquet, so I won't go. Besides, the women are gone, so it's hard for you to talk."
"It's okay if you don't want to go." Yang Ji actually didn't want to participate in this kind of social banquet, but this banquet was clearly held for him, so he couldn't refuse.
After chatting with Xiao Ying for a while, Yang Ji took a shower and changed into a black straight dress and purple gold crown, just like an ordinary scholar's dress.
When he was ready, the porter said that the carriage from the East Palace had arrived at the door.
After leaving the gate, the emperor of the East Palace had already been waiting beside the luxurious carriage. When he saw Yang Ji leading the crowd, he quickly saluted. After Yang Ji boarded the carriage, he sat astride the shaft of the carriage, flicked his whip, and slowly drove forward. OK, Yuchi Gong and Zhu Can followed behind on horseback with two hundred Xuanwu guards.
After leaving Pingkangfang, the motorcade headed south along the street. After passing Qinglongfang, they saw a large area of palaces and pavilions, the Lotus Pond, hidden among trees and gardens.
Furong Garden was built on Chi Zhongzhou, about ten feet from the shore to the island. It is connected by a stone arch bridge. The bridge is paved with bluestone slabs. On both sides are white marble railings carved with lions, tigers and beasts. It only reaches the waist height of an adult. On both sides It's still a river, with lots of lotus leaves in the water.
The motorcade walked along the stone bridge and came to the Furong Tower. The building had cornices and was decorated with red lanterns in the dusk, making it magnificent. Far in front of the door, there was a steward of the East Palace waiting at the door, and there were many guards of the East Palace patrolling around. Seeing the arrival of the carriage, the steward hurriedly stepped forward to help Yang Ji get out of the car, but Yang Ji waved him away and jumped out of the carriage himself.
The steward did not dare to neglect, bowed and said respectfully: "Welcome the king, the prince has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come this way." After saying this, he slightly turned sideways and staggered a few steps away, and led Yang Ji into the building with a very respectful expression.
Yang Ji expected that Yang Zhao would not be able to invite just himself, but looking at this situation, there were quite a few people invited. I saw that the first floor was very luxuriously decorated, with Persian carpets on the floor and very expensive golden nanmu furniture. The bronze beast stoves in the four corners were burning sandalwood and the curls of cigarettes were light and elegant. Waves of melodious and melodious sounds of playing silk and bamboo came from the second floor.
"Your Majesty, please!" The steward of the East Palace walked in front, using his right hand to lead Yang Ji up the stairs to the second floor. As soon as he went upstairs, Yang Ji felt a fragrant and cool breeze blowing against his face.
It's not dark yet, but the candles as thick as an arm's length on several bronze lantern trees dedicated to Magu's birthday illuminate the spacious lobby so brightly that Jiang Qing's room is brightly lit. More than twenty long carved lacquer tables are placed on the left and right sides. At this moment, more than ten men and women were sitting around talking.
There is also a group of beautiful singers sitting on the side of the wall, playing a light and soft tune with the pipa, reed, harp, transverse flute and other musical instruments in their hands. However, there are no nobles in rich clothes present. Appreciation, they are gathering together to talk and laugh.
As soon as Yang Ji walked up the stairs, he heard someone say: "Dalang just mentioned that your family intends to marry the princess of your house to King Wei as a concubine. Is this true?"
Yang Ji frowned and looked up, just in time to see Yang Jian sitting next to Yang Zhao in the main seat facing the stairs. It was surprising to him that the two brothers were sitting at the same table.
Yang Xun's words surprised him even more.
Following Yang Jian's gaze, he saw a scribe in his thirties sitting behind a table in front of him. This man was lightly dressed in soft robes. His appearance was not handsome, but his eyes were sharp and lively. Wearing a high crown, wearing a wide belt, and sitting behind several tables, he has a certain charm of the Han and Jin Dynasties.
His gentle demeanor alone made people ignore his appearance.
Although Yang Ji didn't know whose son this was, this kind of attire inherited from the Han and Jin Dynasties had long since faded out of the stage of history. Today, the only families that still insist on this "Han style" are those who claim to be orthodox to the Han family, but whose actual bloodline is no longer the same. They are pure Shandong nobles. However, real descendants of the Han family like the Xiao family followed the trend and did not flaunt themselves in their clothing.
After hearing Yang Jian's words, the man bowed and said, "What King Qi said is true, my father had exactly what he meant."
Someone sighed and said, "All the daughters of Li Shi in Zhaojun are the most beautiful in the world. Even the nobles and nobles have a hard time finding a good match. How can they take advantage of the murderer King Wei? Alas, poor Zhaojun." Li's bright and beautiful woman took advantage of that guy for nothing, what a waste of money!"
When Yang Jixun looked up, he saw that the person speaking was none other than Yu Wenhua and that fool. At this time, he sighed and looked regretful.
It's just that he himself didn't know that the Li family in Zhaojun chose a girl to marry him as his concubine. Who was talking nonsense about this?
Then an idea flashed in his mind, and he secretly thought that it was my mother who arranged this for me, right?
Probably not!
With my mother's wisdom, she will not cause trouble for her family; after all, he is now related to many big bosses, and his network has attracted the attention of the whole court, aroused the speculation of many people, and even led to the death of some bad guys. I want to make a fuss from here. If my family catches up with the Li family of Zhaojun again, what will happen?
The steward of the East Palace who led Yang Ji upstairs looked embarrassed. He should have made a promise and reminded everyone that King Wei Yang Ji had arrived, but unfortunately it was too late. He happened to catch up with Yu Wenhuaji and talk about life and death. words.
That's right, in this steward's mind, Yu Wenhuaji's words like this were completely reckless. If it were in the past, Yu Wenhuaji could still be regarded as the top dude in the world by virtue of his family background and the power of his father. No matter who he faced, he would have the qualifications to compete. But now Yu Wenhuaji has been demoted to the border, and Yang Ji has been promoted to Shangshu Ling due to his merit. How can he be provoked by Yu Wenji?
The steward stole a glance at Yang Ji's face, but saw that his face had not changed. He couldn't figure out the depth and intention of this man. He just thought that it didn't matter if you beat him to death, but it was best not to do it before the banquet. Take action, otherwise it will be the prince who is embarrassed.
He cursed in his heart, fearing that someone would say something unkind again, so he quickly reminded loudly: "King Wei is here!"
Following this shout, the lobby on the second floor suddenly fell silent, and the speaker immediately shut his mouth. Only the singer Qian Hongyu was still playing the instrument, playing the music softly and gracefully.
Yang Ji climbed up the steps and walked towards the middle. He said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Everyone was talking and laughing just now. The atmosphere was lively. Isn't it lively and nice? Why didn't I, Yang Ji, say anything just after I arrived? Is it possible that they arranged bad things about me behind my back? Haha."
Seeing Yang Ji slowly walking in, everyone present felt an indescribable sense of depression.
The princes, princesses, consorts, sons and daughters of dignitaries present here are all the proud sons of heaven, and they are also the top young men and women in the Sui Dynasty. However, not long after Yang Ji returned from the battlefield, his evil aura had not disappeared. Although he did not deliberately release the aura, it still made people feel an inexplicable pressure.
Power is a man's courage. When a man holds great power, he will naturally release a kind of temperament and majesty. And Yang Ji is now not only the first series of state pastors among local officials, but also the head of hundreds of officials in the central government. Now, even those with noble status such as the prince or the king of Qi, the power in their hands and the trust of the emperor cannot be compared with Yang Ji, let alone others?
Yu Wenhua's face was green and red, and he was already panicking. He really didn't know what to do: he just said something casually to belittle Yang Ji and improve his image of not fearing the powerful. However, it happened that Yang
Ji happened to hear it, and it was really life-threatening.
As the master, Yang Zhao naturally cannot let Yang Ji's fierce momentum oppress the field, let alone let him take the opportunity to get angry. However, Yang Ji has never been a soft-spoken person. In many cases, even his father suffers from Yang Ji's fault. , besides, he already had a lot of quarrels with the Yuwen family.
Do you expect this guy to give himself face voluntarily? Yang Zhao didn't feel that he didn't have such a great reputation.
He had lost a lot of weight and was much darker, with a friendly smile on his face. He stood up in person, walked quickly to Yang Ji, and enthusiastically said, "Uncle Wang, why are you here so late? Hurry up and take a seat. Last time I was in Zhangye We're in such a hurry that we don't have time to drink. We must drink a few more drinks today so we don't get drunk."
I've already called you uncle, but you can't discredit your nephew, right?
Yang Ji heard the implication, smiled and said, "Thank you, Prince!"
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[The yang has turned into yin, but the cough and other symptoms are still there, and I can’t even buy cold medicine. It’s really depressing. Brothers, I’m really sorry that I haven’t been able to keep up with updates these days. 】
