The atmosphere at today's court meeting was a bit strange.
The head of the state said nothing, and neither did Zhou Zun.
Chen Shen once again offered his suggestions.
"The drought in Northern Xinjiang is serious. If it collapses, Bei Liao will take the opportunity to invade. I am thinking that this situation must not continue anymore, so I should invite Yang Xuan, deputy envoy of Northern Xinjiang Jiedu, to come."
I didn't say the words "bury the hatchet", but everyone felt it.
The emperor was silent.
Then, indifference.
Chen Shen sighed.
Going out later in the evening, he said to the people around him: "Yang Xuan looks young, but I have carefully experienced his actions over the years, but he is a man who makes quick decisions. With drought and refugees, it seems that Northern Xinjiang will not be able to support it, but
Why doesn't he move?"
"My husband means..."
"Go to Beiliao and grab it!"
…
On the third day, the Zhou family had been cleaned up.
It's time for the compensation.
The hatred was also suppressed.
The family may seem huge, but it has a lot to carry.
Gratitudes, resentments, and hatreds are countless.
Early in the morning, Zhou Zun went to Zhou Qin's place.
"Are those bastards sent away?"
"yes."
Zhou Qin blew a whistle at the 'old dog', "They broke the rules first. I said that the one who started the trouble will have no consequences, right?"
"The Prime Minister Zuo once again proposed to let Zitai come back, but the emperor still refused to guarantee Zitai's safety." Zhou Zun sneered: "He wants to see Northern Xinjiang fall."
"This is fate!" Zhou Qin sighed, "If it hadn't been for this natural disaster, Zitai would have completely stood still in northern Xinjiang. What a pity!"
Zhou Zun then resigned.
Hatred is hatred, and the power that should be grasped cannot be discarded.
When he was approaching the outside of the imperial city, he met Yang Songcheng.
"Guozhang."
"Shilang Zhou!"
The two of them smiled and held hands.
For those who didn't know better, they thought they were old friends.
"How is Northern Xinjiang?" Yang Songcheng asked.
"good!"
Zhou Zunxi's words are like gold.
"Haha! That's good!" Yang Songcheng smiled.
Without the support of Northern Xinjiang, the Zhou family is like a fish on the chopping board, which can be chopped down at any time to make a delicious dish.
The two of them arrived in front of the imperial city. The door was not yet opened, and many officials gathered there.
"Kuozhang!"
"Shilang Zhou!"
The two separated.
"No news from Northern Xinjiang?" Wang Douluo came over.
Zhou Zun shook his head, "Zitai hasn't sent anyone to deliver the message yet."
"It's open."
The imperial city gate slowly opened.
Zhou Zun and more than ten people stood aside.
Yang Songcheng and dozens of others stood on the other side.
While there are many high-ranking officials gathered there, there is still little to do.
The two sides walked to the gate and refused to give in to each other.
"Please, please!" an official said with a smile.
This is not to show off, but to cheer up your subordinates.
Suppress your opponent!
Zhou Zun took a step forward, but an official stood in front of him.
He said provocatively: "How can Shilang Zhou walk in front of the abbot of the country? How can he be considered inferior?"
Yang Songcheng was the Minister of Household Affairs and the head of the state, so he could overpower Zhou Zun in terms of official rank and title.
The officials were snickering.
"Hey! Sirs!"
Someone yelled from behind.
Everyone turned around and saw an official stumbling away.
"What's the matter?"
Right Minister Xia Houyuan asked.
The official stopped and handed over the memorial in his hand, "There is an urgent report from the north, saying that... it is raining continuously in northern Xinjiang, and the refugees are living and working in peace and contentment."
One official hissed: "Where did he get the food?"
The official said: "The person who sent the urgent report said that there was a lot of food in northern Xinjiang and there was not enough, so he went to the other side to grab it!"
Yang Songcheng's body shook slightly.
Some of the officials behind him changed their expressions drastically, while others were stunned.
An official murmured: "If it's not enough, go to the other side and grab it! Deputy Ambassador Yang is so courageous!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Amid laughter, Zhou Zun took a step forward.
The official blocking the road looked pale and staggered aside.
Northern Xinjiang has overcome the crisis!
And also gained population.
What will Yang Xuan do next after surviving the crisis?
No one knows.
Beiliao will most likely suffer.
But when the power of Northern Xinjiang has expanded to such an extent, how much influence does Chang'an have on Yang Xuan?
All checks and balances have become a joke!
What about Zhou?
Look at Zhou Zun, no one has ever seen him smile so freely.
yes!
His son-in-law became the king of Northern Xinjiang!
The key is that after the emperor, Yang Songcheng and others dealt cruel blows to the Zhou family, it seemed that the relationship between the two parties could never go back to normal.
Is Yang Songcheng afraid?
Someone glanced at Guozhang.
His face looked as usual.
The head of the Yang family in Yingchuan would lose his temper if something like this happened, and he would not be able to inherit the family for so many years.
Wang Douluo sighed suddenly.
"Then boy, how come you are so hated?"
This is irony!
Wang Douluo walked away in a hurry.
The news flew into the palace like a flying breeze.
The emperor was wearing a Taoist robe and lazily eating breakfast.
The same is true when the imperial concubine is nearby.
The two of them seemed to have been struggling for a long time last night.
Han Shitou heard from the chamberlain on duty that the bed was about to collapse.
As for that?
Han Shitou thought to himself, let alone the bed, even the quilt wouldn't move at all.
"Eh!"
The emperor suddenly picked up a piece of roasted mutton and said, "It tastes good, Hongyan, please try it."
The imperial concubine ate a piece and said, "Yeah! It's fresh and tender!"
The emperor has a great appetite.
After breakfast, he was ready to go out for a walk.
Han Shitou saw the chamberlain coming in.
"What's the matter?"
The chamberlain said: "Your Majesty, there is an urgent report from the governor of Dengzhou."
"Stone."
Han Shitou took the emergency report and took a look at it.
His eyebrows suddenly raised, and the knuckles of the hand holding the report turned white.
Taking a deep breath, Han Shitou turned around.
"Your Majesty, Northern Xinjiang has overcome the drought."
The emperor said, "That's good."
He stood up and "called the ministers together to discuss matters."
"Yes." Han Shitou asked someone to do it, then turned around and said, "Your Majesty, change your clothes!"
"No!"
The emperor wore a Taoist robe and left the hall.
A chamberlain was sweeping downstairs.
The emperor stepped down the steps, and the chamberlain held the broom and bowed.
The emperor walked down, stopped, and looked ahead.
He opened his mouth and said:
"Not cleaned up."
Han Shitou said: "This slave deserves to be punished!"
"Kill with a stick!"
The emperor walked slowly.
The Taoist robe was blown by the morning breeze, floating like a fairy.
Later in the evening, the king and his ministers gathered together.
Chen Shen, the left prime minister, spoke again, "Your Majesty, there is a deep gap between Northern Xinjiang and Chang'an. I think I should call the deputy envoy Yang Xuan back to Chang'an."
Zhou Zun looked at the emperor with a sarcastic look in his eyes.
My son-in-law has survived the storm, old dog, what can you do?
The emperor frowned.
Yang Songcheng coughed dryly.
An official stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I think what the left prime minister said is very true."
"yes!"
"It's time to meet and talk. After a few glasses of wine, any grievances will be gone."
The emperor was silent.
Yang Songcheng said: "Your Majesty, although my ministers may be unruly, they are still young after all. Your Majesty is just like his father and grandfather. If a child makes a fuss, he will be spanked. However, after the spanking, he must be coaxed, right?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
There was a burst of laughter in the court hall.
It seems that Yang Xuanzhen is the son and grandson of the emperor.
The emperor said calmly: "Let him come and tell him that he can come and go freely."
…
Since arriving in Taiping, Yang Xuan hasn't had much rest.
At the beginning of starting a business, there were all kinds of difficulties, so I didn’t dare to slack off.
After being injured, he finally stopped.
When he wakes up in the morning, he habitually wants to practice, and then the tightness in his chest tells him that you are on vacation.
The doctor is by your side and it is impossible to overstep the rules.
"You can walk around later, but you can't jump."
Zhou Ning sat in front of the dressing table, combing her hair and said.
Nothing to do?
When a person who has been busy all day relaxes completely, he feels a little surprised and then a little disappointed.
"No wonder those officials who have entered official positions age quickly."
Yang Xuan finally understood.
Get up, wash up, and have breakfast slowly.
Then, take a walk in the yard.
"Aye!"
A Liang roared over with his pet.
Standing in front of him, looking up at him with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Want to play with Aye?" Yang Xuan was very interested.
Ah Liang frowned and Zheng Wuniang looked confused.
"What does this mean?"
Yang Xuan asked.
Zheng Wuniang said: "What Xiao Langjun means... Lang Jun is blocking the way."
Yang Xuan stepped aside, and A Liang turned around, "Swordsman, Fugui, let's go!"
A man, a leopard and a dog roared past.
Yang Xuan looked at it with a smile.
Later in the evening, he sat under a tree and gradually entered a state of thoughtlessness.
In my ears, there are the voices of Zhou Ning and Mrs. Guan discussing matters, the voice of A Liang's milky voice teaching the swordsman, and the proud shouts of the rich and noble...
Birds were chirping on the branches, and a cicada made its first tentative sound of the day.
Various noises could be heard vaguely outside.
The people were talking loudly, laughing, complaining, and shouting...
This world is alive!
Yang Xuan closed his eyes.
very nice.
Bao Dong came and asked him about publicity.
Yang Xuan casually said a few words he learned from the scroll.
"Not only do you have to spread rumors, you also have to bribe the other party's people."
"What are you buying for?"
Bao Dong was puzzled, "Being a spy? But being a spy... is the duty of the Jin Yiwei. Although I am willing to do it, but considering the people under Commander Helian, I might as well forget it!"
"Is your butt clean?" Yang Xuan asked.
"What's the matter?" Bao Dong felt a little embarrassed.
"Worried about being targeted?"
Bao Dong nodded, "I'm a little scared."
Yang Xuan knew that this was not fear, but a sign of awe.
This is a smart man.
Yang Xuan said: "This is not a spy."
Bao Dong's eyes lit up, "What kind of method is that?"
"Isn't there someone from Beiliao who wants to come to Beixin to study?"
"Yes, there are also people from some tribes."
Although the Northern Liao people have studied with the Central Plains for many years, they have never learned the essence in terms of knowledge. The Northern Liao literati have always said that the roots of Daliao culture are in the Tang Dynasty. If you want to improve your knowledge, you must go to the Tang Dynasty to study.
At first, Datang agreed, and a group of students from Bei Liao came to study in Chang'an. But then the relationship between the two countries took a turn for the worse. In anger, Datang directly canceled the qualifications of students from Bei Liao to study.
"Select a group of people who are ignorant or dissatisfied with Northern Liao to study in Northern Xinjiang." Yang Xuan held a cattail leaf fan in his hand, and Widow Luo stood behind him, very comfortable.
"Treat them kindly and as a family."
Bao Dong unknowingly took out the pamphlet and charcoal pencil.
This is almost a must-have equipment for Yang Xuan's ministers.
What you are doing makes me feel a little confused... Yang Xuan coughed dryly, "I want to discuss with them and secretly boast about the various benefits of Northern Xinjiang and the advantages of various governance strategies... including culture, economy, military, etc., that is
Make them envious.
Think about it, first the attitude of the family, then secretly boasting, letting them see the power of Northern Xinjiang, and then..."
Bao Dong stopped writing, "They will be envious, and they will have a sense of identity with having a family's attitude, hiss..." He looked at Yang Xuan, "They will hate that iron cannot become steel."
"This is just a benefit, the biggest benefit is not this."
Yang Xuandan said calmly.
Bao Dong held a charcoal pencil in his hand and looked at Yang Xuan intently. The excitement that he was about to acquire a special skill made his heart beat faster.
Yang Xuan sorted out his thoughts, "The biggest advantage is that when they return to Beiliao, they will have a sense of superiority when facing those Beiliao people.
It's just... I feel that those Bei Liao people are just a bunch of bumpkins.
Later, they were displeased with everything they saw and felt that everything in Northern Xinjiang was lagging behind.
After developing a sense of superiority, they will develop the feeling that their talents far exceed those of their peers.
Since the talent is so outstanding, of course it should be reused."
Bao Dong took a deep breath, "But officialdom has official rules, and the so-called talents of these people are just an illusion caused by a sense of superiority. How can they be reused?"
This man is smart. Let him be responsible for publicity, and he chose the right person... Yang Xuan was very satisfied with his choice, "What will happen to them if they are not reused?"
"You will be full of complaints, dissatisfaction, and even resentment."
Bao Dong's body was shocked, "Subsequently, they will regard Bei Liao as their enemy, and they will identify more with Bei Xin and Datang.
As long as our people come in contact, they will actively cooperate."
"Understood?" Yang Xuan asked with a smile.
Bao Dong stood up and saluted respectfully, "If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening! I have never understood the meaning of these words, but today, I finally understand."
"Go for it!"
Bao Dong resigned.
Before leaving, he raised his eyes and glanced at Yang Xuan.
There was more admiration in his eyes.
They were both students of the Imperial College, and Yang Xuan had already surpassed him by more than one level in terms of cognitive level.
Watching him go out, Wu Luo was a little confused, "Lang Jun's words are based on human nature."
"Human nature is evil!" Yang Xuan moved his neck.
The days of recuperation are so leisurely and comfortable.
Yang Xuan told Zhou Ning that he had somewhat adapted to such a life.
He even thought it would be good to live like this for the rest of his life.
"When A Liang gets older, I will enlighten him. I will teach the children, read books, travel, and see the world...
When waiting for the child to be born, if it is a son, you have to worry about what to prepare for him.
Since she is a daughter, I started saving a dowry for her... Isn’t that how people live their lives?"
This is the life of countless villagers in Xiaohe Village.
But for Yang Xuan, a peaceful life is obviously a luxury wish.
Hayabusa brought the latest news from Chang'an.
"It was night, Yang Songcheng and other three families besieged the Zhou family and almost broke through. Fortunately, the Wang family took action..."
Yang Xuan looked at the news and sneered: "The one who started the figurines has no descendants? The Yang family of Yingchuan!"
He slapped the teacup hard!
Narrowing his eyes, he said, "This news must not be revealed until my wife gives birth."
Pregnant women will have all kinds of strange mental states, and Zhou Ning, who is originally generous, will also become anxious and uneasy.
"Yes." Aunt Guan agreed with this decision.
Just when Yang Xuanneng was riding a horse with A Liang, a messenger from Chang'an arrived.
"Please ask Deputy Envoy Yang to go to Chang'an. In addition, the abbot and others, including His Majesty, have said that you can come and go freely."
"Are you panicking after seeing that Northern Xinjiang has overcome the drought?" Zhang Du sneered.
"Shut up!" Liu Qing stopped him, and then said, "Wait for the news from Zhou."
This means that even the emperor's will is regarded as waste paper.
The envoy's face was a little green, but he didn't dare to beep... Before he came, Shangguan said that everyone in Northern Xinjiang was holding back their anger towards Chang'an. Don't act like an angel when you go, otherwise your death will be in vain.
The news from Zhou was one day late.
It was Zhou Zun's personal letter confirming the matter.
"I don't want to go, but if I don't go, public opinion will say that I have different intentions." Yang Xuan smiled.
Then, his eyes turned cold.
"Zhang Du!"
"exist!"
"Prepare five hundred mysterious knights to accompany me to Chang'an."
"Take your orders!"
Yang Xuan stood up and looked at the civil and military officials.
"It's time to show Chang'an how powerful I am in Northern Xinjiang!"