Chapter 363 Marquis Wenwu

In the Zichen Hall, Zhao Dezhao was dressed in a uniform and looked at the ministers who worshipped below. His heart was full of ups and downs. In the wide sleeve robe, his hands were clenched.

After waiting for so long, I finally waited for this day.

The feeling of stepping on the whole Song Dynasty under your feet is really wonderful.

He had a lot of thoughts. It was only until he heard the call in his ear that Zhao Dezhao came to his senses and asked everyone to avoid etiquette. He coughed a few times and wanted to say something, but until then, his mind suddenly went blank.

Over the years, Zhao Dezhao has been thinking about regaining the glory that belongs to him, but the happiness came too suddenly, and suddenly he was completely unprepared.

Fortunately, he was a prince who had seen the world. He also followed Zhao Kuangyin in the Civil War and soon turned around.

"Today, I am ahead of the emperor's last wish and ascend the throne as the emperor. I should take the world as my responsibility and strengthen the rivers and mountains of the Song Dynasty!"

As soon as these words came out, the ministers naturally knelt down and kowtowed and shouted in unison, "The official holy!"

Yang Yanzhao stood after a hundred officials, and even after Zhulang and the doctor called him an inner court official, this time he was still guilty. Without an official position, he could only find an inconspicuous position.

However, his white hair is very eye-catching. The world is big, but he is full of beautiful hair when he is not old. In addition to Wei Zhuang, Yang Yanzhao is left. It can be seen that this is a rare thing. Therefore, even if he stands at the end, he has long been seen by everyone.

Once upon a time, Yang Yanzhao was peerless. Many people recognized his face and were very surprised. How could he get to the hall again when he defected to Liao? But later, he remembered that tonight's palace changed and the throne changed, so he no longer cared about this shocking thing.

At this moment, Yang Yanzhao also knelt down with everyone and said auspicious words to congratulate him on his accession to the throne, but he was waiting for the most wanted word in his heart.

The new emperor ascended the throne and amnesty the world!

"I should be diligent in the affairs of the dynasty, investigate the sufferings of the people, apply the government of benevolence and righteousness, and promote the unstoppable national prestige of the Song Dynasty!"

He was impassioned and ardent. What Zhao Dezhao said was that his blood boiled more and more. He glanced at the officials who shouted in unison under the stage, and finally said what Yang Yanzhao looked forward to most.

"In the ancient system, exempt all places from taxes this year, and pardon those who are in prison!"

After saying this, Zhao Dezhao stared at Yang Yanzhao, who had been lowering his head. When he saw the latter's shoulders shake, the corners of his mouth raised and smiled.

People may not understand what happened tonight, but Zhao Dezhao clearly knows what Yang Yanzhao did.

If it hadn't been for Yang Yanzhao, the country would not have returned to his hands.

After the shouts of the ministers, Zhao Dezhao will inevitably be wantonly divided. Only in this way can he remove the residual power left by Zhao Guangyi and establish his own real court.

The sharp voice is constantly reading. This is a reward drafted by Zhao Dezhao and Zhao Pu and others after a brief discussion. Peng Yan, the little eunuch in the gray robe, has been following Zhao Dezhao since he was a child. Now it is also a step to heaven. Although he tried his best to hide it in his heart, there is still a little trembling in his voice.

But who cares about these?

Zhao Defang, who was in Shannan West Road, was recalled to Beijing and awarded the King of Hui to lead the Kaifeng Mansion.

This first will is also reasonable. After all, both of them are Taizu's flesh and blood, and their relationship is very close. In recent years, due to the situation of Emperor Taizong, they are not allowed to meet each other. As his elder brother, Zhao Dezhao succeeded to the throne and took Zhao Defang to enjoy the glory and wealth.

Zhao Pu, Shen Lun, Lu Duoxun and other people who were originally in power could not be promoted again, so they were all given the title of marquis, and the rest of them were promoted. Lv Mengzheng became a member of the third grade and became the secretary of Dali Temple.

Suddenly, in the hall, some people were happy and some were sad. Those who had fallen into the stone and repeatedly suppressed Zhao Dezhao were all worried. They did not dare to raise their heads and look directly. They were afraid that their names would be read out on the high platform the next moment, and then the forbidden army waiting outside the hall was dragged out.

After the long yellow satin was finished, they did not hear the punishment. They secretly took a few breaths and hurriedly wiped the sweat off their foreheads.

Peng Yan almost finished reading the imperial edict in one breath. When she was about to take a short break, Zhao Dezhao took out a piece of black and white brocade with gold edges.

He has seen this brocade silk. It was written by Zhao Dezhao when he was the King of Yan. In those years, it was the prosperous young man who won the toad osmanthus branch while talking and laughing.

That is, Peng Yan stood on one side to grind the ink, and he also saw one or two eyes. This is a love letter written by the official, but next to the dry pen and ink, I don't know when a few lines of small words were added.

Respectfully taking over the brocade silk, Peng Yan looked at the white-haired figure in the distance, and continued to recite, "Yang Shijing, I met each other during the period of Kaibao. His person Huai Jin held Yu and his heart was good, so that he could beat the ancient sages. He was even more loyal and unparalleled. He was alone in the realm of Liao, killed the enemy, and killed Brother Yalu Xiu. It can be said that it is true. The warrior!"

These are Moji's new handwriting. After reading these sentences, Peng Yan looked down again, "I am the country of etiquette in the Song Dynasty, the society of thousands of years of China, when we need such virtuous and talented people, go up and down with the court, and calm the people's feelings..."

Another paragraph of words resounded in the hall. Hearing these words, the courtiers all looked at Yang Yanzhao secretly. They all speculated in their hearts what role Yang Yanzhao played in tonight's matter, and they were also thinking about what kind of reward he could get.

Even if he was a traitorous traitor yesterday, today he has become a meritorious minister from the dragon. I'm afraid that no one can possess it all over the world.

"Yang Jing now..."

The sharp voice stopped, but it stopped at the most critical time. His stop made the hearts of those who secretly speculated in the court also rise.

"Seal Yang Jing as the deputy envoy of the Privy Council, add Ping Zhangshi, and give it to Wen Wuhou!"

Zhao Dezhao's words suddenly sounded out of thin air. Hearing this, the courtiers were all shocked. Even Zhao Pu and Lu Duoxun and others looked at each other in contemptuously. Previously, when they were in the inner hall, it was obviously that Yang Jing was appointed as the servant of the Ministry of Officials. How could the officials change their mind? This is against the ancient system of reward?

The deputy envoy of the Privy Council is a member of the second grade. Although Tongping Zhangshi is a false position, he can also enjoy the honor of prime minister. The most important thing is the title of Marquis Wenwu.

Looking at thousands of years, from ancient times to the present, who can be crowned in the year of the weak crown?

And one of the words Wenwu, if one of them is placed in the title of title or title, it is infinite scenery. Now the official is awarded the title of Marquis of Wenwu, which is to let Yang Jing lead the civil and military officials.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened Zhao Pu and others were. However, the city was very deep and did not say much, while the rest of the people came out one after another, talking about the discomfort of this move.

"If I have any objection, Yang Jing is not enough to convince the public."

Pu Anli was the first to make a sound, holding tens of thousands of elite soldiers and strong generals in his hand, and pretended to submit to Zhao Tingmei in exchange for this information. If it hadn't been for him, how could Zhao Dezhao could have easily come to power?

And he is just a loyal and brave uncle. Why did the smelly hairy boy easily become the deputy envoy of the Privy Council and the title of the Marquis of Wenwu?

But at this exit, he was glanced at Shen Lun's gloomy face standing opposite. Although he didn't understand the meaning, Pu Anli still swallowed the words to his mouth.

And after him, many courtiers began to say objections.

"The official family, it is impossible. Yang Jing is still young and can't bear this heavy responsibility. Please think twice."

"Yang Da's humanities and martial arts strategy are really amazing, but at this moment, the Song Dynasty's Jiangshan Society is flourishing, and there are many things. I'm afraid Lord Yang can't take this important task, and I hope the official family will take back and become famous."

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Suddenly, the whole hall became lively, and there were old ministers who cried with snot and tears that the rules of the ancestors were insurmountable. Zhao Dezhao's imperial edict forced Yang Yanzhao to be the target of public criticism.

Looking at the lively scene in front of him coldly and directly ignoring those murderous eyes, Yang Yanzhao stood there, as if the controversial matter had nothing to do with him.

Once, he wanted to rise step by step and be a leisure official with endless wealth, but he was played by Zhao Guangyi's applause. After several days of life and death, he was treated to this once-in-a-a-life happy event, but he had a feeling of not knowing why.

It's the feeling of sadness and joy that can't be said, and the heart is so inexplicably quiet.

"Enough!"

On the high platform, Zhao Dezhao stood up from the dragon chair and shook his wide sleeves. His face was cold and frosty.

"It doesn't matter if he is young. In ancient times, Gan Luo became Shangqing when he was 12 years old. His achievements failed to return to Qin, and Yang Jing was not inferior to him! Which one is not a contribution to the society to govern southern Fujian and build a college?

With that, he snorted coldly and said, "If it weren't for Yang Jing, how could the people of Yun, Shuo, Ying and Huanzhou return to our land of the Song Dynasty? If it weren't for Yang Jing, who could go to Beijing to kill Yelu Xiu in Liao? If it weren't for Yang Jing, how could Ye Luxian be seriously ill and unable to take care of the affairs of the dynasty?

A few words were blocked by the ministers, and Pu Anli felt that his cold eyes pierced his back, as if it was just what was said to him.

Even if he was brave and martial, there was a great Confucianism behind him. Pu Anli felt short of breath, and there was some inexplicable fear in his heart.

Is this the emperor's anger, the real dragon purple gas?

Pu Anli, who was a little worried, did not dare to say more. The hall was quiet again, but there was more uneasy panic.

"The official saint, Yang Jing's literary talent and military strategy, is really my blessing in the Song Dynasty."

Zhao Pu said, Lu Duoxun and others behind him answered, and Yang Yanzhao kowtowed, "Im Yang Jing, thank you for the official kindness."

This time, the youngest marquis of the Song Dynasty was born.

Outside the palace, on the street, soldiers can be seen in a hurry to seize suspicious people, but there are two figures, but no one dares to come forward to investigate.

One person is dressed in white and has white hair, and the other is white-bearded and blue shirt.

"Young master, have you really thought about it?"

It was Wang Pu with a white beard and green shirt. As he walked, he whispered.

"Wang Taibao, what happened in those years has long been a thing of the past, and there is no need to force it. What does the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains have to do with me? If I really care about Ronghua, how can I do this Liusha Weizhuang hidden in the world?

Wei Zhuang said indifferently that the two of them seemed to be chatting, but what they said were earth-shaking secrets.

With that, Wei Zhuang straightened out the white hair blown away by the evening wind, turned his head and looked at Wang Pu, "Taobao, aren't you a Taoist? Why do you always pay attention to me, a person who bears the punishment of God?"

God's punishment?

Hearing these words, Wang Pu couldn't help but think of the years when the beacon smoke rose everywhere. The magnificent and upright figure was just that the person who was as wise and beautiful as him at the beginning. Why did he give the throne to the adopted son?

It's just because there is no need for 'Guo Jia Jiangshan, not as good as the second generation?'

Taking a deep breath, Wang Pu didn't know what to do and didn't know how to speak.

"That's all, Wang Taibao, you shouldn't think about the old feelings like this, otherwise it's not good to miss the sect. Chai Rong, I also have some clues. It seems that he should still be alive."

After saying this sentence, Wei Zhuang drifted away and looked at his back. Wang Pu sighed softly. Even if he knew that he was alive, how could he do it with your nature?