Chapter 380 Bird's Bow Hidden

The night market in Bianliang is lively and noisy. There is an endless stream of pedestrians. The goodsman shouted, the little girl laughed, and the songs played and sang kept flying into my ears.

It seems that I haven't taken a few women to the night market for some days.

On the carriage, Yang Jing put down the curtain and whispered. After the palace change, when there was little free time, the gun manufacturing had not yet been successful, and he encountered the adjustment of the forbidden army, which made him very busy.

In the daytime, Yang Jing had been waiting for Zhao Dezhao's order, but he didn't expect to receive the decree from the palace until this time.

It seems that Zhao Dezhao began to calm down.

"You son, here we are."

Outside the car, Xiao Muchun whispered and stopped the carriage smoothly.

The night is dark and the stars are bright, and it is connected with the lights of thousands of families. It is like a divine brush of landscape painting into the mortal world, which makes people linger.

The most beautiful scenery is not ordinary, and the best is not ordinary time.

In the palace, Yang Jing has walked many times. While responding to the maid of honor guard who saluted him, he walked towards Zichen Hall with familiarity.

While walking, Yang Jing turned to the southeast of the palace, where there was a "Fu Ning Hall" that had been abandoned for many days. Suddenly, he remembered Wang Jien's words before his death. For a moment, he was curious and had the impulse to go forward to find out.

It's just that now that there is an order, it's better not to do it. After dispelling the idea of going to the 'Fu Ning Hall', Yang Jing walked forward again.

Since it was Zhao Dezhao's summons, he should be in the court of the council at this time.

Outside the Zichen Hall, he went up along the white jade steps. When he arrived at the hall, he raised his head and could see the bright lights in the hall. It was the favored Peng Yan who guarded the door of the hall and looked at it from time to time.

"Oh, marquis, you are finally here. The officials have been waiting for you."

Seeing Yang Jing, Peng Yan hurried forward, grabbed his sleeve and was about to drag it into the hall. It seemed that he wanted to drag Yang Jing, a living man, to Zhao Dezhao immediately.

It was not easy to break free, so Yang Jing followed Peng Yan, but he still whispered in a low voice knowingly, "Duke Peng, what's going on?"

Hearing this, Peng Yan stopped walking. After looking left and right, he squeezed his eyes into the hall, put his face forward, and whispered to Yang Jing, "Marquis, this is not what you did during the day. Although there are many different things in the commanders of the four armies, the marquis captured them into prison and killed two fingers in a row. You know, their ancestors followed the ancestors to fight the country. At present, they can't help but come in groups of old generals in the house to cry to the officials, and even the imperial historians write letters one after another. This situation has to force the officials to plead guilty to the marquis!"

As soon as Peng Yan opened his mouth, he poured beans like a bamboo tube and spitting. Yang Jing could understand it. He immediately stopped pretending to be confused. He said thank you and strode into the Zichen Hall.

This murder is good or bad. No one can assert that only Zhao Dezhao can decide.

It was not in the early morning, the Zichen Hall seemed a little empty, and the evening breeze that slipped into the hall was quite mischievous and danced with the flames beating in the bronze cup.

On the high hall, Zhao Dezhao was immersed in many memorials on the table under the lamp. He was concentrating and didn't know that Yang Jing had entered the hall at all.

"I have met the officials."

After Yang Jing bent down and salute, Zhao Dezhao came to his senses, put down the folds in his hand, and rubbed the corners of his eyes. "It's Yanfeng. You have hurt me badly. Here, these are all your impeachment. It's just half a day, but it's about to fill up my bookcase."

With that, Zhao Dezhao patted the folds on the table in front of him and stared at Yang Jing angrily, "You are usually so cautious. How can you do such a reckless thing?"

There was a smile on the corners of his mouth. Obviously, there was no dragon face angry.

In this way, Yang Jing was very determined, but he still made a panic on his face. "The officials forgive me, and I have no choice but to arrest the command of the Longjiema Army because he despised the official's will and live in the Privy Council. I have no other way but to lock him in the Kaifeng government office for the time being, so as not to have a conflict. As for the later killing, I also had a hard time. Several commanders ignored the laws and orders of the court. It was a death crime to lead the soldiers to attack the government office. If I retreated, not only was it difficult to carry out the intention of the official's defense, but also made people all over the world laugh at the Song Dynasty.

After saying this, Yang Jing continued to bend his knees and leaned to the ground. "I'm guilty, and I'm willing to listen to the officials."

The matter of murder, when he saw Zhao Dezhao after entering the palace, Yang Jing knew that he would not delve into it deeply, but in order to calm the anger of the officials and ministers, he would eventually be punished.

Therefore, Yang Jing didn't know what effect it could have by taking retreat as progress, so he looked at Zhao Dezhao's calculation.

"Alas, Yanfeng, I understand, I understand what you said..."

Zhao Dezhao whispered, got up from the dragon chair and walked down slowly. "I have suffered for many years before I have today, and the foundation is not stable yet. Even if there are many things, it is difficult to do it at ease."

He walked to Yang Jing and helped him up. Zhao Dezhao looked disappointed. "In the past, I was worried about my life and was panicked all day long, but now that I have ascended the throne, it is still like this, and it is difficult to sleep peacefully."

Knowing the previous situation of the Zhao brothers, and witnessing the defection of the forbidden army when he participated in the palace change, Yang Jing understood Zhao Dezhao's concerns.

Indeed, although there was an edict from the previous emperor, after all, Zhao Guangyi has been in the throne for many years, and most of the courtiers supported him in the government and the opposition. Zhao Dezhao wanted to replace all of them, but he did not dare to do it at will. He had to find an opportunity to move. He thought that this had become a needle on his back. He didn't want to stay, but he couldn't pull it out.

But this can be discussed at least in the long-term.

What makes Zhao Dezhao's most difficult to sleep and eat is the forbidden army, which I don't know whether to trust or not. Therefore, as a last resort, he would rather wrongly punish than let go, and ordered tens of thousands of forbidden troops to be transferred.

It's easy to sit on the throne, but it's not easy to sit firmly.

"The official family should not be too hasty in everything. The country is thousands of miles away, and it still needs to be governed by the official family."

Yang Jing comforted in a low voice. Zhao Dezhao, who was walking back and forth in the hall, turned his head and said, "Yan Feng is right. I'm too anxious. I'm still young. Why can't I control the Song Dynasty? It's just that Yanfeng will worry more for me in the future."

"I will die."

"Haha, that's great!"

Zhao Dezhao actually laughed loudly, and then shook his wide sleeve robe, picked up the steps up, sat back in the dragon chair, casually picked up a few memorials, and said to Yang Jing, "But you still have to be wronged. After all, the two ancestors you killed were the old ministers who followed the emperor to fight the country. Son, although they have committed a death penalty, Yan Feng should not have killed them without a legal order. If I don't make a sound, I'm afraid this day will not stop.

"I understand that it is up to the official family."

On the high hall, Zhao Dezhao pondered for a long time, "For the time being, I will remove your position as a secret deputy, and then grant it to you after the wind is calm."

Hearing this, Yang Jing was shocked. He immediately realized that there was indeed a father and a son. In those years, Zhao Kuangyin, the great ancestor, drank a glass of wine and released his military power. Now, Zhao Dezhao won the praise of scholars all over the world by making him a marquis. In a blink of an eye, he took back his official position as a deputy envoy.

The cunning rabbit dies, and the lackey cooks; the birds are exhausted, and the good bow hides.

What's more, Yang Jing angrily killed two of the four armies in command. There must be no strange sound in the forbidden army, and there will be no worries about the defense.

Even if he was dissatisfied, Yang Jing still didn't show anything. He bent down and saluted, "I take the order."

Everything that needs to be done has been done. Next, Zhao Dezhao just said something to appease him and promised a reward in the future. However, these are just untrustworthy nonsense to Yang Jing.

After a while, Yang Jing withdrew from the hall, said a few words to Peng Yan outside the hall, and went straight down the white jade steps.

Walking out a few feet away, looking back, the lights in the Zichen Hall are as bright as before. Maybe, at this moment, he is very happy, right?

I want to come to the Song Dynasty to have a good night's sleep tonight.

I don't know why, Yang Jing remembered the scene where Zhao Dezhao knelt down with him that night. At that time, he was sincere and made a word of sharing glory.

The stars move, and the night is still the dark night, but people have changed. Those who share difficulties cannot be rich together. The ancients did not bully others.