Yang Yan's place was not far from Xingzai and was equally heavily guarded. There were dozens of heavily armed and imposing soldiers. They are all local tribesmen who have followed Yang Bin for many years, and there are more than ten fierce soldiers rewarded by the great ancestor Liu Zhiyuan as his followers.
The sky has become dark and deep, the surroundings are surprisingly cold, and the cold wind is biting, penetrating through the muscles and bones.
In the greenhouse, beside the couch, Yang Bin, the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, was still working at his desk. Yang Bin is a typical Shandong man. After several years of busy career as prime minister of the great dynasty, his tall body has shown his majesty, and he has completely lost the despicable look of a "caotang team".
After handling the official document, stop writing, place it on the pen rest in a ceremonial manner, put away the pages of the album, and call the visitor. Not long after, an official came in and waited for orders in awe.
"Send this document back to Tokyo and submit it to the Ministry of Civil Affairs for implementation. Officials who break the rules must be dealt with severely!"
Yang Bin's tone was particularly cold and stern.
The official in front of the case was obviously Yang Bin's confidant. He knew what was going on and was ordered to do so. He couldn't help but hesitate and asked: "My lord, if you are dealing with more than ten people at once, is the commotion too big? Are there any of these people?" Zhang Yisu, a man with a profound background, is the only son-in-law of Xianggong Wang of the Third Division, and Xianggong Wang has been a good friend of Xianggong for many years. With only a small mistake..."
Before he could finish his words, Yang Bin scolded him with a cold face: "The laws of the Han Dynasty are very strict and cannot allow you to act like a fool. Looking forward and backward, it's time to clean up the Han Dynasty's court again. Don't say any more. Just post the letter and it will be done." But if you hesitate again, I will not forgive you!"
"For the sake of safety, should...should I submit it to His Majesty for review first?" The subordinate asked for instructions again, but under Yang Bin's cold eyes, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he quickly changed his words: "I will take care of it now."
Then he seemed to be running away and retired.
Standing alone in the guest room, looking at the hurried backs of his subordinates, Yang Xing's expression slowly relaxed, and after a long time, he sighed heavily. I don't know since when, these subordinates should also question his decision. Remember that at the beginning, he, Prime Minister Yang, was the one who could call the shots and call the shots in the Han Dynasty.
well……
A wave of tiredness hit his face, and Yang Bin could not help but raise his hand to carefully touch his temples. Although it was out of sight, Yang Bin seemed to be able to feel the white hair there. Aside from everything else, Yang Bin also worked day and night to create the Han Empire, which was always in turmoil. Although he was not welcomed by the emperor Liu Chengyou, as the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, Yang Bin was still dedicated to fulfilling his responsibilities.
Taking a deep breath and calming down his slightly depressed mood, Yang Bin picked up another letter from the stack of documents on his desk, opened it, reviewed it, and wrote to give instructions.
The cold night was getting colder and colder, and time passed quickly without realizing it. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew out the weak candle that was about to burn out.
His eyes dimmed, his brows furrowed, and Yang Bin immediately called out: "Here, hold the candle!"
An open flame was lit, and an old slave dressed as a steward entered, holding a three-candle candlestick in his hands.
"Master, it's late at night, so you'd better rest early!"
"Wait until I finish approving these official documents!" Yang Bin buried his head and replied casually: "Please step aside first, I don't need to wait here."
Seeing this, the old slave couldn't help but persuade: "Master, you are so diligent. On the northern patrol, you are still working day and night for the country, forgetting to eat and sleep. The emperor doesn't know about it these days, let alone doesn't care, so why bother?"
The old slave's words were obviously a sign of injustice for Yang Bin. Hearing this, the pen in his hand paused. Yang Bin raised his eyes and looked at the old slave who had been with him for many years and had a close relationship with him.
That is to say, he knew his loyalty. Otherwise, according to Yang Bin's character, he would have been scolded mercilessly. Even so, he still gave a small warning: "You followed me when I was still a humble person, and when I became a great man, you should know my character after so many years. Such words should not come from your mouth. Come out. Not to mention, with your mediocre body, how dare you criticize the emperor's dignity? Now it's no different than before. When you are around me, you should be more cautious in your words and actions, and behave in a regular manner!"
After being lectured by this lecture, the old slave sighed and bowed respectfully: "Yes!"
Yang Bin devoted himself to his official duties. The old slave did not leave. He noticed the fatigue on his increasingly old face under the bright yellow light, and took the initiative: "Master, I will give you a shoulder massage."
He was probably tired, so Yang Xing agreed promptly.
While he was skillfully helping Yang Yan, the old slave talked in a chatting tone: "In the daytime, my family sent me a letter, written by the villain's scoundrel son, saying that Yanzhou was poor and could not tolerate it. I want to go back to Tokyo, I want to..."
After hearing what he said, Mr. Yang Bing immediately frowned, and while thinking about it, he said: "There is something twinkling in your words!"
Without waiting for an explanation, Yang Bin added, "I think it's not that your son wants to return his favor, it's that my rebellious son can't stand it any longer!"
Among Yang Bin's three sons, the second son, Yang Tingwei, was accused of persecuting subordinate officers for committing adultery and was reported to Liu Chengyou. Liu Chengyou was handed over to Yang Bin for disposal. Yang Ping was so angry that he demoted his second son to Yanzhou and became a minor official.
The old slave was a little embarrassed when Yang Bin said it. Although his tone was insufficient, he still had the courage to say: "Sir, Yanzhou is remote, far in the west, a poor place. There is no peace in the territory, and the war is uncertain. These two... Years have also been plagued by disasters. This kind of place is really a land of tigers and wolves. Erlang has stayed for nearly two years, and he should realize his mistake. The effect of punishment has been achieved. Why not recall him, serve him at your knees, and discipline him in front of you? To relieve the pain of lovesickness..."
Hearing the old slave's remarks, Yang Fang had a strange look on his face, looked at him seriously, thought for a moment, and said: "I can teach you to say such things, but you have made some progress!"
Then his expression turned serious: "However, because of these words, he has to stay in Yanzhou. Otherwise, if we call him back and give him a hand, I am afraid that he will ruin the family tradition of my Yang family. He is in Yanzhou. How can those in the state hide their wanton behavior from me?"
"Furthermore, the current situation in the DPRK..." At this point, Yang Yan's expression became gloomy, and he sighed: "That's all, let's not mention it. Later I will write a letter and send it to Yanzhou to give it to that person. Unfilial son..."
Yang Fang was convinced, and the old slave was wise enough to say nothing more.
Suddenly, there was a discordant noise coming from outside the door, like a commotion. Yang Bin was in a bad mood and became angry. As soon as he asked the old slave to go out to see the situation, he saw the guard captain hurried into the hall with a look of panic on his face.
Yang Fang lightly hammered the table and asked: "What's going on outside? What's the decency of being in such a hurry?"
"Ms. sir..."
He only had time to shout out two words when he heard a burst of footsteps coming from outside, mixed with the sound of the collision and friction of beetle leaves.
His expression changed, and he stared intently. In a few breaths, he saw Zhao Yanjin and Zhao Kuangyin storming in with a group of forbidden troops.
Of course, Yang Bin recognized these two direct generals of the royal family. He was slightly frightened. He clenched his fists in his sleeves and put on the aura of a prime minister on his face. He shouted, "Why did the two generals Zhao lead their troops into the hall on a cold night?"
Zhao Yanjin and Zhao Kuangyin looked at each other and said nothing. After giving up his position, Wang Jingchong walked over slowly with an expressionless face. He bowed in the middle and said sadly: "I'm here to pay my respects to my husband. I've been bothering you all night. Please forgive me!"
"Wang Jingchong!" Seeing this formation, how could Yang Bin not notice it and stare at him coldly.
Wang Jingchong stood calmly, looked at him, showed no timidity, and said quietly: "Your Majesty has invited me, and if you know your interests, you shouldn't make things difficult for us..."
