Chapter 241 The purpose is to suppress the masses

It was still the man in black who drove Yang Yanzhao back to the yard in a carriage. Zhang Qian and Li Zhi had come back from the government and whispered about today's court. Xiao Muchun and others listened to it from the market restaurant and teahouse, so a group of people gathered together and talked enthusiastically.

Seeing Yang Yanzhao, everyone looked admiring. Li Zhi shook his head and then learned to play the people in the play. He shook his sleeves and sang in a shrill voice, "The champion yuangong in Bianliang City is just right for the people. He is worry-free and fights with treacherous s and slums, smiling lightly..."

It seems to sing well.

He stared at Li Zhi, who was still entertaining himself. Yang Yanzhao entered the room and changed his official uniform. After dinner, several women gossiped in the room. Thinking of the previous Duke of Qi, he couldn't help asking Chai Qingyun beside him.

"Yuer, how do you have a good relationship with the Duke of Qi?"

When the latter heard the words, his smiling face suddenly turned cold, and there was a faint resentment in his eyes. He whispered, "That old thief, abandon the Lord for glory. When there is a chance, I will kill him with my own hands."

The murderous intention burst out from the weak body. On the side, there was a smiling Luo girl, and Ba Mei and Pai Feng were all pale, and they were shocked.

Although she is the princess of the Song Dynasty and loves and hates Zhao in her heart, Wang Pu is the minister of Shizong. She has always been very important, and even entrusts him to him, but the latter turned around and turned to Zhao Song. How can this hatred be eliminated in his heart?

For a long time, a trace of warmth came from his shoulder. Chai Qingyun woke up from hatred and looked up to see Yang Yanzhao behind her. His slightly pale face squeezed out a smile. "I'm fine, I just remembered something unhappy."

The three Luo's women did not ask deeply and changed the topic elsewhere, and Yang Yanzhao, somehow, came up with some complicated strange things in his heart.

Late at night, the officials kneeling outside the imperial city still did not retreat. The evening wind in February was cool, but it could not blow away their advice with death and won the determination to clear the world.

Finally, the gate opened, and a row of people came over. The leader was the close servant of the emperor, Wang Ji'en.

"Dear lords, please go back. The officials have a word of mouth. Tomorrow is normal early morning."

The sharp voice was a little harsh in the lonely night, but it made the old ministers who were kneeling down happy. Since the officials were no longer sick, they wanted to accept their insights that could shine the sun and the moon and protect the Sheji of the Song Dynasty.

Like a triumph in the battlefield, laughter came out one after another. A group of courtiers, with the help of servants who were not far away, entered the long-awaited carriage and drove to the mansions of the capital.

In place, Wang Jien listened to the faintly audible smile with the wind, and couldn't help smiling at the corners of his mouth, shook the dust in his hand, and turned around and walked to the palace.

From the fourth update, from the fifth update, in the hall, the officials who had a little rested wanted to rise up and adjud, but Zhao Guangyi on the throne did not give them a chance at all.

Between the thunder, the official positions of Xun Yu and others were not only, and even Chen Xin, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, was fined half a year's salary.

Those who were unsuffied just said a few words of defense. The king of Qi, the king of Yan and even Zhao Pu and other important ministers who didn't talk much came forward one after another and scolded the Ministry of Industry.

In this case, even if he beat his chest and stopped his feet yesterday, he vowed that he would order the emperor to punish the following madmen.

They want to get a good reputation, but there is no need to lose the black gauze hat.

Therefore, under a period of solemnity, the matter of dismissing Xun Yu and others in the early morning was decided like this, but he didn't say a word about Yang Yanzhao, as if the matter discussed had nothing to do with him.

"If there is a book, there is no book to retreat from the court."

Under the shrill of Wang Jien, the ministers in the hall knew that there was no room for change. They bent down and saluted one after Zhao Guangyi left, three or five groups, whispering with different faces.

The major event in the court has been decided, and the sky has just broken. As soon as Yang Yanzhao left the house, he saw two people in the courtyard, shaking his head and whispering.

Perhaps when they heard the sound, the two turned their heads, but their faces were haggard, their eyes were red and swollen, but their eyebrows were full of excitement.

"Brother Qiu Bai, Brother Yuanpei, what's wrong with you?"

Then Li Zhi continued to read the book without paying attention, while Zhang Qian carefully closed the 'Guizang' in his hand, showing a smirk. "Last night, I saw the rare book brought back by Brother Yan Zhao from Brother Guo. At the moment, I was itchy, so I took it to see it quickly. I hope Brother Yanzhao won't be blamed."

Hearing the words, Yang Yanzhao immediately waved his hand with a smile, "Brother Qiu Bai, you and my brother, there is no need to see this kind of thing outside, but in a few days, I will sell them and ask for money to build three halls."

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

Li Zhi sighed repeatedly in his mouth, and his hand gently stroked the cover of the scroll, and his face was full of sadness, as if he had been robbed of his favorite thing.

Seeing him like this, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help laughing, "Well, this household department still allocated 100,000 taels of silver. I think it can deal with it for a while. It's better to give you a few days to copy a copy it, but remember that you must not know it with others, otherwise, you and I will lose our heads."

Hearing this, Zhang Qian and both of them opened their eyes and took a few steps forward. "Brother Yanzhao, don't worry, this matter should not be known to outsiders."

After some joy, before Yang Yanzhao did morning exercise, Zhang Qian thought for a moment and asked the question that had been bothering last night, "Brother Yanzhao, these books can cause a storm. How can they be sold?"

"This matter is really tricky."

Yang Yanzhao held his chin and answered in a low voice. If you want to save convenience, you can directly give the book to Jubao Pavilion for sale, and the price will definitely not be low.

It's just that it exposes the connection between him and Jubao Pavilion, which is impossible.

But if you go to find a buyer by yourself, when will you sell dozens of copies?

It should be time to let the wind go. These books in hand are all lonely books, which makes those who have a lot of money flock to them. This is the first choice.

Maybe you can have an auction.

It was just a moment. Yang Yanzhao once again mobilized the fragmentary thoughts he had thought before. In the fresh and slightly floral morning breeze, he suddenly remembered the means of auction.

The more you think about it, the more feasible it is.

To be auctioned, a lot of things need to be prepared, so I didn't say to Zhang Qian and Li Zhi. After breakfast, before I went out, an imperial edict came again. After listening to it, Yang Yanzhao understood that the matter of his private capture of Xunyu had been revealed.

Zhao Guangyi was not investigated, and no punishment did appear. He just ordered him to start work as soon as possible to wait for the completion of the third hall as soon as possible.

After receiving the imperial edict, Yang Yanzhao was in a trance. This decree was issued in the palace. It seemed that he acquiesced in all the cheap actions in the construction of the three halls.

This should have been a good thing, but when the power is so great, the burden on the shoulders seems to be heavier and heavier.