Chapter 262 Calling Strategy

Walking out of the yard and looking, Yang Yanzhao, the speaker, also knew Li He, who had been dealing with several times. He was looking at the house with his toes. His face was full of anxiety, and it seemed that something big had happened.

Seeing Yang Yanzhao coming out, Li He quickly grabbed his cuffs and looked back and forth. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My Lord Yang, as long as you are fine. Our family is obsessed with trivial things these days. I'm really sorry that I couldn't visit Lord Yang."

The sleeves were pulled, and it was not easy to bow. Yang Yanzhao nodded slightly with a smile. "My father-in-law is busy. I think of Yang Jing in my heart. I am very grateful in my heart. What's more, isn't my father-in-law coming today? I'm going to set up some tea. Let's have a good chat and talk about friendship?"

Hearing this sentence, Li He stomped his feet in a hurry, "This is not good. I have to get Lord Yang. I'm so angry at the moment. How can the official call you to enter the palace?"

"What's the matter? Is there something wrong with Grandpa Li in the palace?"

"You don't know yet, my little lord, there is a big deal on Hebei Road. Eight hundred miles has just arrived at the palace, and the Khitans sent troops south. Now hundreds of thousands of troops have gathered outside Yanmen, with the intention of breaking through the barrier. What should I do?"

Li Hezheng said nervously, but saw Chai Qingyun come out. It was not the first time he saw her in this yard, so after a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, he returned to normal, stopped whispering with Yang Yanzhao, and bent forward to salute in awe.

"The villain Li He has met Princess Jinhua."

Later, without greeting, he said directly, "The official issued a decree to call Lord Yang into the palace, princess, look at this..."

Chai Qingyun frozes and asked softly, "Aunt Li, but do you know what's for?"

Li He hurriedly shook his head like a wave drum, holding the dust with his right hand and his left hand in the shape of an orchid, pointing to the direction of the palace. "This is not something that we servants can talk nonsense. I just heard that something happened in the north. The official summoned Lord Yang, and the villain guessed that it should be related to this matter."

After saying that, he looked at Yang Yanzhao again, and his face was full of anxiety. Seeing him like this, the latter hurriedly entered the house and changed his official uniform. With Chai Qingyun, Luo's daughter whispered a few words, and then followed Li He's carriage to the imperial city.

Entering the south gate and passing through the attic of the palace, Li He did not speak any more all the way. His footsteps moved quickly. Yang Yanzhao knew that he was anxious, so he followed him silently.

In the palace, the eunuch maids met were all afraid and walked with their heads down. Some of them knew Yang Yanzhao. When they saw Li He beside them, they did not dare to come forward, squeezed out a stiff smile, and hurriedly left.

A team of bodyguards in front of the hall mobilized, and the armor made a crisp collision sound from far to near, and then far away. With knives and guns in their hands, their faces were all cold, making the murderous atmosphere spread in the palace.

Yang Yanzhao's direction is the Zichen Hall. Before he arrives, he can see the two rows of courtiers kneeling on the white jade steps with two rows of crimson official robes. Next to them, there is a forbidden army in front of the hall.

Just as Yang Yanzhao approached, a white-haired old minister shouted 'Lord of Sage, soldiers can't do it'. Later, he fainted. Soon, the two forbidden soldiers came forward and took him away, as if he was used to this scene.

And the other civil servants who were kneeling and their faces were haggard were admiring, and then firmly turned their heads and looked at the Zichen Hall, which was a little straighter than before.

Li He stopped, looked back at Yang Yanzhao, and whispered, "Lord Yang, the officials were forced by these officials and ministers. They could bear it before, but now the news that the Khitan people went south came, and there was a bang in the Zichen Hall. It should be that the officials smashed something. Long Yan was furious, but these pedantic people still I don't know how to give in. It's really annoying.

With that, he took two steps forward and remembered something. He came to Yang Yanzhao's ear and said, "by the way, Lord Yang, our family heard from the prince that the official family actually wants to send troops to Qidan, and it seems to be prepared, so don't learn from them later, otherwise no one can save the angry officials."

"Thank you for your suggestion."

After saying thank you, Yang Yanzhao took out a golden ingot from his arms and stuffed it into Li He's cuff. The latter pretended to refuse, and then gave up and led Yang Yanzhao to the Zichen Hall.

Na Jian Wenchen, who was kneeling on the white jade stone, was at least an official title of the fourth grade. Although Yang Yanzhao felt that it was a little inappropriate to walk beside them, there was no other way for the officials to summon him at this moment. He could only bow and salute every step. Dozens of feet of steps made him walk for a long.

Because of the construction of the Chongwen Museum and the protection of others, these literary ministers are extremely appreciative of Yang Yanzhao's descendants. At this moment, his humble and humble appearance makes them sigh that they can be taught after kneeling for a long time.

In the front row of the courtiers who told the advice, there were two white-haired old men kneeling down, and the purple magpie silk robe on his body was extremely conspicuous. This was the left and right ejaculation servant of Shangshu Province.

When Yang Yanzhao passed by them, an old man on his left hand raised his head, his face was white, and his eyes were dim. He actually nodded to him, and then turned his head to the Zichen Hall, and shouted in a slightly hoarse voice, "The official saint should be far away and close to the sages, and spread the gentleness of my Song Dynasty gentleman humility and benevolence!"

When he shouted, all the ministers behind him shouted, and their voices gathered together, which was a little majestic.

Under the sign of Li He's eyes, Yang Yanzhao continued to pick up the steps. When he arrived at the door of the palace, Wang Jien had already greeted him. He glanced at the steps under his feet with dissatisfaction, and then hummed to Li He, "You are not numb to do something. The officials have asked several times. It's really not reassuring."

"Eunuch Wang, this is Yang Jing's fault. It's not a coincidence that Grandpa Li went there. I happened to be not at home, so I delayed a little on the way."

When Yang Yanzhao said this, Wang Ji'en was naturally not easy to get angry. After following Zhao Guangyi for a long time, he knew that the officials were extremely valued by him, so he still had to sell his favors.

Li He stared at him, who was laughing at him. Wang Ji'en shook the dust and said, "Lord Yang, it's really great that you have recovered from your injury. The officials have been thinking about you a lot these days. Our family will report it and ask Lord Yang to wait for a moment."

When Wang Jien entered the hall to inform, Li He said a few words of thanks to Yang Yanzhao. The latter smiled and said that he did not need to worry about it. Inadvertently, he attracted this introspective celebrity whose status in the palace was rising.

"Lord Yang, the officials call you to meet."

Not long after, Wang Ji'en trotted out, and his face was a little uncertain. After listening to his words, Yang Yanzhao did not stop and walked straight to the Zichen Hall.

As soon as I stepped in, I saw a mess on the ground. The good white jade cup celadon cup fell to pieces. The exquisitely made lamp stand fell on both sides. The gold and silver inlaid lamp cup rolled around, and the lamp oil was scattered all over the ground.

There is nothing spotless and solemn.

It seems that he was really angry, and Yang Yanzhao said secretly in his heart.

Looking up at the high platform in the distance, Zhao Guangyi, dressed in a yellow robe, sat on the dragon chair, staring at him coming into the hall with his eyes like a torch, not angry and powerful.

Walking forward quickly, Yang Yanzhao bent down and saluted, "My minister Yang Jing has seen the official family."

Unlike usual, Zhao Guangyi unexpectedly took his sharp eyes, got up from the dragon chair and walked down a few steps. "Well, I finally recovered. Otherwise, I, Song will be less than a person who can share my problems."

"The minister is frightened," Yang Yanzhao hurriedly made a salute, and later leaned and pointed to the outside of the palace. "The official family is the king of the Song Dynasty, and the government and the opposition are all people who share the worries of the official family. Yang Jing is just a trivial junior. How can he be compared with you adults?"

While talking, the courtiers' advice sounded again outside the hall. Suddenly, Zhao Guangyi's face was cold, and his wide sleeves were thrown over. He said coldly, "Well, in my opinion, they are not even half as good as you."

He waved his hand to stop Yang Yanzhao, who was about to bend over, and walked down the high platform. "You don't have to salute. The Khitan people have to go south, and they are still talking about 'saints governing the country with benevolence and righteousness'. It seems that in the eyes of this group, I should let the Khitan people fight to Bianliang City, so that they will be satisfied. It's really hateful and pedantic. Nerd."

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao gritted his teeth and full of angry words. Yang Yanzhao may be able to understand the reason for this. In front of him is a person who wants to open up his territory, has been planning for many years, and has endured the assassination for several months. At present, it coincides with the good moment for the Khitan people to provoke the war, but there are more pedanistic books that they think are for the country and the people. People should stop the war with the virtuous emperor and the saint, and they are blocked by death in their ears all day long. Naturally, the anger in their hearts can be imagined.

"The officials are angry, and you adults can't bear to see the war everywhere, and the people are displaced, which makes the peace and prosperity of the Song Dynasty destroyed."

As soon as Yang Yanzhao's words came out, he felt that his scalp was tight, and his two sharp eyes stared at him again. The majestic momentum made him suddenly mention it.

"Don't say the nonsense that everyone will say. I'm not coming to you to listen to this. You know what I'm thinking. Now I'm looking for you to tell me the truth."

Hearing the words, Yang Yanzhao secretly thought about it in his heart and tried to recall what he had heard. In the Northern Expedition of the Song Dynasty, it did not seem to have imagined to make great progress. Instead, he returned and was defeated by the Khitan people. But at this time, he could not say these words, because Zhao Guangyi was already determined to send troops and disobeyed. Isn't the holy intention to ask for suffering?

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhao Guangyi whispered, "Come with me."

Yang Yanzhao hurriedly followed him. On one side of the high platform and on the wall behind the curtain, there was a topographic map of the Song Dynasty and Khitan. Zhao Guangyi stood aside with his hands behind his back and looked at him. Obviously, he was waiting for Yang Yanzhao to come up with the plan of the Northern Expedition to Khitan.

Staring at the topographic map, Yang Yanzhao frowned tightly, and quickly found the Yanmen Pass on it, followed by Youzhou, Shangjing and other places. Unconsciously, he held his chin in his right hand and walked a few steps forward.