Chapter 264 Supervision

The moon stars are sparse, and the lights in the palace are as bright as the day. In the huge imperial city, a row after row of forbidden army guards are holding knives and guns, patrolling with their duties.

The eunuchs of the palace are all gentle and dare not come out. They probably know something about the palace. They are afraid that they will accidentally encounter the storm and be punished for no reason.

In front of Zichen Hall, the courtiers who had been kneeling for many days had disappeared. In the evening, an imperial edict came from the hall. The left and right shooting servants of Shangshu Province were transferred to the province and became a nominal servant. Other people were either sent to the idle government office or withheld their salaries.

As soon as the imperial edict was issued, the faces of those ministers who held each other with death look like dirt. The reason why they dared to bump into the face of the emperor of the Song Dynasty was that they expected that they would not be punished.

If it really provokes the holy anger, at worst, you can still make a name for it with death. But now, after a few days of patience, the official raised the stick gently, but fell down heavily.

And this blow hit the seven-inch key point of these literary ministers. They can save their lives, but this official position has been hard for many years. It was easy for others in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, many people who knelt in front of the Zichen Hall fainted and fainted.

But these were not caused by half of the vibration in the court, because after a while, another imperial edict came out, and the Song officials actually wanted to go on a personal expedition.

In an instant, the government and the opposition were boiling, and the generals were greatly encouraged and extremely happy. The ministers and officials had learned from the past. Even if they were a little dissatisfied, who dared to stand up and remonmonite again at this time and push themselves to the forefront of the storm?

For a moment, it was full of support for the Northern Expedition, but the royal expedition also made some people worried.

The lights in the Zichen Hall were bright. Zhao Guangyi sat on the high platform with a gloomy face. Under the high platform stood more than a dozen people, namely Zhao Tingmei, Zhao Dezhao's uncle and nephew, and the important ministers in the court.

Among them, Yang Yanzhao, dressed in vermilion, lowered his head and stood at the end humbly, but in the eyes of Zhao Guangyi on the high platform, he was particularly eye-catching.

"Okay, dear friends, don't say much. I have made up my mind to send troops north to fight against Khitan in person."

In Zhao Guangyi's words, he resolutely could not tolerate any opposition. His majestic eyes swept over everyone, paused for a moment, and finally said the most critical thing.

"Qidan has not been at odds with me in the Song Dynasty for a long time. He has harassed me at the border for many years, and even entered the border gates, burning, killing, looting, and doing all kinds of evils. This time, I will definitely step on its land of bullets, but the war is outside, and the rear should not be chaotic, so I still need to listen to listen to your opinions."

The words fell, and although Zhao Tingmei and others had been speculating about this matter for a long time, when they heard this sentence, they still looked at each other and looked surprised.

"The official is very true, and I also feel that if the rear is unstable, the front line will be chaotic. If the official wants to personally march, there must be people in Bianliang City to preside over the overall situation."

The first to speak was Zhao Tingmei. It seemed that the words were extremely agreeing with what Zhao Guangyi said, but they did not propose who would sit in Bianliang City. It seemed that there was some kind of mystery hidden in it, which was extremely ingenious.

"The battle between Khitan and our Song Dynasty is inevitable. If it can be once and for all this time, it is also a great merit of Ankang Society, so the old ministers should do their best to solve the official's worries. It's just that the prince is young, and the officials need to be cautious about the supervision of the country. The old minister dare not say anything.

Listening to this voice, Yang Yanzhao looked up. As he expected, it was Zhao Pu. What he said was very euphemistic, but it did pay the current crux.

As a prince, Zhao Yuanzuo is ten to four years old. Although he is much more mature, he is still a child. How can he host national affairs?

Therefore, there must be an assistant, and naturally, there must be the master on the high platform, Zhao Guangyi to decide. Perhaps, there is another deep meaning in his words. It is not appropriate for the young Zhao Yuanzuo to supervise the country, but whether he thinks too much about it, and Yang Yanzhao is not very clear.

He can only stand silently, silent, and does not show any expression, because until now, Yang Yanzhao did not know why Zhao Guangyi left him a petty official to listen to these major events related to the country and society.

And the others in the hall did not seem to be surprised by Yang Yanzhao's existence. For a moment, he seemed to be a neglected person, but this is also what Yang Yanzhao wants most at present.

Be a bystander.

"The official saint, the matter of supervising the country is related to the safety of the Song Dynasty. It should be done by the prince of the East Palace. Since the prince is still young, I recommend him to be assisted by the Duke of Qi, the Prince Li, the Hanlin scholar, and the Prince Shaobao, the Prince Zhao. In this way, there can also be a discussion, and there will be no reason."

Zhao Dezhao said slowly, but his words shocked others, but he was relieved for a moment.

This is the legacy of the former emperor seeking self-preservation. Previously, Zhao Tingmei had the courage not to mention who was in charge of the country. Maybe there was some kind of calculation in her heart, but Zhao Dezhao did not have this confidence. Looking at the extremely serious and sincere appearance on his face, the old minister who had followed Taizu couldn't help sighing secretly.

"I agree with what King Yan said."

Lu Duoxun, the minister of the Ministry of Officials, echoed. After that, other courtiers also nodded one after another. At this time, Zhao Guangyi snorted softly and said, "Even so, the king of Yan was allowed to supervise the country by the crown prince, Wang Aiqing, Li Aiqing and Zhao Aiqing to assist the government. If there is a dares to make trouble, you can be killed first. Post-play!"

The eyes are as cold as ice; in the words, it is full of murder.

"I will follow the holy oracle."

After the most important thing was decided, other things were discussed. It was not until the time of Hai that the ministers withdrew from the Zichen Hall. During this period, Yang Yanzhao was completely a spectator. He watched quietly without saying a word.

Outside the Zichen Hall, Zhao Tingmei and others said goodbye and said goodbye in twos and threes, but when they left, they all looked at Yang Yanzhao meaningfully.

It seems that through this glance, it is necessary to see what he is thinking in his heart, who has always been silent.

Yang Yanzhao pretended not to see these and saluted the princes and ministers. After they left, he looked up at the sky. The ink stained the sky, and the silver moon was like a hook. He couldn't help whispering, "It seems that tomorrow is a good day."

The evening wind blew. Unconsciously, it was October. There was a slight coldness in the wind, which made Yang Yanzhao suddenly wake up a lot. Looking at the flashing lights in the attic of the palace, he couldn't help hanging up the eight sisters even more. An uncontrollable eagerness in his heart came out, and now he took a big step. Walk out of the palace.

"Is it Lord Yang in front?"

In a corridor, he heard a call behind him. He turned his head and saw a Qingyi waiter named Xia Yu. Since Hong raised his trip to southern Fujian, he was on duty in the East Palace. Yang Yanzhao often went to teach Zhao Yuanzuo recently, and he was very familiar with him.

When Xia Yu saw Yang Yanzhao turn his head, he quickly stamped his feet and let his long numb feet recover. Then he trotted forward with smiles on his face, "Lord Yang, I'm finally waiting for you. The prince asked the little one to wait here, saying that he would invite you to come to Linhua Palace for a chat."

He nodded and followed Xia Yu. When he arrived at Linhua Palace, Zhao Yuanzuo had been waiting at the door for a long time. When he saw Yang Yanzhao, he showed joy between his eyebrows.

He dispersed left and right and entered the hall. Zhao Yuanzuo quickly pulled Yang Yanzhao down to the table. There were many melons and fruit cakes. While pouring the tea, he smiled and said, "Master Yang is probably useless for dinner beside his father. There are only some small mouths here. Yang Shiquan should deal with it."

Hearing what he said, Yang Yanzhao also felt a little hungry in his stomach. He was immediately rude and took the cake and ate it.

"Yang Shi, please use tea."

On the side, Zhao Yuanzuo handed me a cup of tea, which was full of fragrance, but Yang Yanzhao was thirsty and did not do the fine tasting. He took a big sip.

It seemed that it was rare to see Yang Yanzhao eating so happily, without the modest and elegant appearance of the past. Zhao Yuanzuo couldn't help laughing and poured him full of tea diligently.

After eating three pieces of cake in a row, I felt much more comfortable in my stomach. I took a tea cup and took a shallow sip. Yang Yanzhao looked at Zhao Yuanzuo, who was a little embarrassed on his face, grinned and said, "Your Highness, if you have something to do, just say it directly. You are so cowardly, but like a little lady."

Hearing this sentence, Zhao Yuanzuo's white face showed a trace of red. In embarrassment, he straightened his chest and tilted Yang Yanzhao with his eyes, "Yang Shi, Yuan Zuo is a handsome man. I don't like to listen to this joke."

Seeing the indignation on his childish face, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help laughing. Previously, in order to reduce right and wrong, he deliberately alienated Zhao Yuanzuo, but when he heard Luo's woman talk about what happened in the hospital after the assassination of the college, he changed his view of the young Prince of the East Palace.

In this life, Yang Yanzhao has a sense of life. Wealth and honor are things outside the body. If you can have it, you don't have to force it, but family and friendship have become his reverse scale, and no one can touch it.

Now, Zhao Yuanzuo has sincerely moved Yang Yanzhao with him and has become his own person. Therefore, for this young prince who is in danger, he will naturally not stand idly by. Even if he wants to get involved in the most terrible palace calculations in the world and the struggle for imperial power, Yang Yanzhao will do his best to protect this young man. The prince.

"That said, your prince doesn't study hard under the lamp at this hour. What do you want to order for me, a miserable person who has been running around for a day?"

The impassidued and passionate appearance on Zhao Yuanzuo's face suddenly disappeared, and his eyes were full of worry. The ten fingers were twisted together. After a long time, he whispered from the bottom of his heart, "I heard that my father is going to take a personal expedition, so I ask Yang Shi, can I go with the car?"

"As the prince of the East Palace, what do you think?"

Zhao Yuanzuo lowered his head, meditated for a long time, shook his head, and muttered in a low voice, "Yang Shi is right. I don't think my father will allow me to lead the army north together."

His face seemed to be a little frustrated. After a pause, Zhao Yuanzuo asked again, "Then who should preside over the overall situation of Bianliang City?"

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao actually held a teacup and laughed for a while. He seemed to hear a funny word. When Zhao Yuanzuo was a little at a loss, he answered softly, "What do you think, Prince?"

It was the same as the answer just now, but Zhao Yuanzuo fell into meditation again. In the quiet Linhua Palace, the evening wind passed through the red screen window and swayed the orange lights.

"Yang Shi, can I do it?"

There were some doubts and nervousness in the low words, but more worried. Looking up, Zhao Yuanzuo looked at Yang Yanzhao with fear in his eyes.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound dispelled the silence in Linhua Palace, and Zhao Yuanzuo was shocked. He looked at Yang Yanzhao with a cold face at a loss and put the cup heavily on the table.

"Well, why can't you? As the prince of the Eastern Palace in the Song Dynasty, there is nothing wrong with it. Yuan Zuo, you should remember that you will be the master of the Song Dynasty in the future.

In this sentence, his voice was very low, but Yang Yanzhao's serious expression that had never appeared suddenly shocked Zhao Yuanzuo, and his face gradually became firm. He clenched his hands into fists and said very seriously, "Yang Shi is right. Students must remember it."

But for a moment, he seemed to think of something. There was a trace of trembling in his eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he asked weakly, "Yang Shi, will you stay in Bianliang?"

Feeling the desire in Zhao Yuanzuo's eyes, Yang Yanzhao frowned and said truthfully, "This is really not clear. After all, the official's thoughts are not what ordinary people can speculate."

At present, although Yang Yanzhao is from the Hanlin of the fifth grade, judging from Zhao Guangyi's recent more and more searches for him, he may have been taken to the front line.

Seeing that Zhao Yuanzuo was nervous again, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help patting him on the shoulder. "Yuanzuo, there have been many hardships in the royal family, so although you are still young, you must be a man as you said before. This supervision of the country is actually an experience. The officials left Zhao Taibao, Li Xueshi and Duke Qi to assist the government. The first two usually teach you, and Yuan Zuo naturally understands their ability. With these three old people in the court, they won't make trouble.

He nodded thoughtfully, and Zhao Yuanzuo was a little more confident. "The students understand, but Master Yang, if there is a disaster, whose opinion should he listen to?"

"Prince Qi, Wang Pu."

Without any hesitation, Yang Yanzhao said softly.