At this time, Yang Rong, a bachelor of Hanlin, was naturally very different from the slightly bookish official "Hanlin Attendant" who was a little bookish four years ago, as early as the second year after the burial of the virtuous concubine, Emperor Yongle gave Yang Rongzheng a second-grade official uniform. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In this northern expedition, Yang Rong accompanied him again, and the British Gong Zhang Fu, who accompanied him for the first time, was forgotten by the emperor this time without knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional.

Not only that, in this second northern expedition, Yang Rong also undertook two basic tasks, one of which was to tell the emperor's grandson Zhu Zhanji about the scriptures and history. Second, the jade seal, who is in charge of the emperor, acts as Zhu Di's confidential secretary.

It can be said that this Yang Rong is now Zhu Di's most relied on minister. On weekdays in the imperial court, when Zhu Di and the ministers could not make a decision, they were often angry, and the ministers were trembling and at a loss. But as soon as Yang Rong arrived, Zhu Di's face improved, and things were quickly decided.

It is said that one summer, Yang Rong reported the people's situation to Zhu Di in the Wuying Palace, and Zhu Di was very happy and even cut melons for him to eat, which made the courtiers envious and jealous.

In fact, this Yang Rong is an old minister during the Jianwen Emperor period. It stands to reason that when the dynasty changes, most of the old ministers of the previous dynasty will be purged by the new monarch, not to mention that Zhu Di and Emperor Jianwen are two generations of kings who are incompatible.

However, this scholar in the Jianwen period, with a shrewdness in his bones, was blessed all the way.

Yang Zirong was elected to the county at the age of seventeen (equivalent to Xiucai). In the first year of Jianwen, for all sentient beings, he explained the Qi Cultivation Chapter in "Mencius", which was appreciated by Xia Yuanji, a waiter who inspected Fujian at that time. In the same year, he participated in the Fujian Township Examination and won the first place.

In the second year of Jianwen, Yang Zirong was the third in the Ministry of Rites and the second in the palace examination.

This is equivalent to our current college entrance examination champion.

The future is bright. But suddenly, the emperor was gone, and King Yan came.

When Zhu Di entered Nanjing, how many Wenchen became Zhu Di's ghost in order to preserve the popularity of reading.

Like the great Confucian Fang Xiaoru at that time, he would rather tearfully let the emperor "punish the ten clans" than surrender.

But our college entrance examination champion Yang Zirong immediately greeted Zhu Dima and suggested cleverly: "Your Highness should pay homage to the Taizu Mausoleum first, or ascend the throne first?" ”

Zhu Di's heart moved, and he immediately drove to pay homage to the Taizu Mausoleum.

Yang Zirong has been reused by Zhu Di since then.

As soon as Zhu Di became the emperor, he elected Yang Zirong into Wenyuan Pavilion and renamed him Yang Rong. Among the seven people on duty together, Yang Rong was the youngest.

Although he is only a scholar, he is born with the wisdom of a politician.

As Yang Rong, who has experienced the change of dynasty at the age of 31, he is more sensitive to the fate of the emperor than anyone else.

In the eighth year of Yongle, when Concubine Quan Xian was buried in Shandong, the mysterious Mr. Yin and Yang hinted to him about a mysterious fate of Emperor Yongle.

But now, four years have passed, and Yang Rong, who is in a high position, can no longer tolerate a little mistake.

The promotion of officialdom in the past few years has made him abandon the last bit of bookishness in his bones and become a professional politician.

Of course, politicians are most concerned about their own future. And the future of politicians is naturally decided in the hands of the king they worship all day long.

On the way of the army to Shandong, Yang Rong was thinking: This time I went to Le'an, I must find that Mr. Yin and Yang, even if it is coercion and temptation, I must force him to say what the emperor's secret fate is, and I will make plans as soon as possible.

As for Emperor Yongle, as the troops approached Shandong, he missed Concubine Xian even more deeply.

It can be said that Yang Rong and Emperor Yongle, the two monarchs and ministers seem to have the same mind, but in fact, they have their own hearts.

The nostalgia is more timid, and the heart is more sad.

In recent years, as he gets older, the emperor has a perfunctory and ornamental attitude towards the newcomers in the palace, and the position of love in his heart has always been given to this young woman in a foreign country.

As soon as the troops were stationed in Lincheng, Zhu Di ordered the local government to accompany them to visit the mausoleum.

Yang Rong took the opportunity to propose that Mr. Wang Banxian preside over the sacrificial ceremony.

The Lincheng County Commander had already expected that Wang Banxian had traveled all over the world after burying the virtuous concubine, and he never returned, so he may have died in a foreign land.

This Yang Rong secretly complained. It seems that the mystery left by this Wang Banxian has no one to answer in the world, and it can only be left to Yang Rong himself to understand with his intuition and natural cleverness.

At dusk, Zhu Di came to the tomb of Concubine Xian. Concubine Xian's tomb looks neat and tidy, and there is a touch of luxury.

Next to the grave are gilded floor tiles, with flowers and wreaths. The tombstone is marble, tall and large, and the inscriptions on it are also golden.

In front of the tombstone, a ring of white marble guardrails was erected, decorating the tomb like a small private courtyard of a literati, and even the ground was paved with marble slabs, which was spotless. The flowers on the grave are still with dewdrops, presumably seasonal flowers picked by the officials on duty every day, it seems that the Lincheng County Order has changed several times in recent years, but the protection of the tomb of the virtuous concubine has always been the same, put it in the first place.

This made Zhu Di feel a little relieved, especially the design of this mausoleum, which is very in line with the graceful life attitude of the virtuous concubine Niangniang, which is pleasing to the eye.

Because Zhang Fu, the British public who was at the funeral of Concubine Zhang Luoxian at that time, did not accompany him this time, Yang Rong, who was accompanying him in front of him, was naturally indispensable, and asked Zhu Di to reward some coins and clothes.

Zhu Di also rewarded the local government and the nearby residents who guarded the mausoleum.

After the simple worship ceremony, Zhu Di asked the guards to retreat, and he wanted to talk to Concubine Xian alone.

"Yan'er, I originally wanted to bring you back to Beijing to be buried in the imperial mausoleum, but I didn't expect that for the sake of my great cause of moving the capital, I had to wronged you. Are you lonely here? Although there are so many people who pull out the weeds from your grave every year, sprinkle and sweep them every day, and let you sleep in a piece of peace and flowers, why does my heart still feel so guilty? ”

Zhu Di sat in front of the tomb of Concubine Xian for a long time, and before he knew it, tears had come true.

The first quarter moon hung high in the night sky, and the faint silver light shone obliquely on the cold stone tablet.

The desolate wind whispered lonely with the sound of the jade flute in the distance, as if Concubine Xian was playing for Zhu Di as she did back then.

"This song should only be in the sky, and it is rare for people to hear it a few times."

Zhu Di listened intently to the sound of the flute, and suddenly it was gone.

It took a while to realize that the sound of the flute actually came from his heart.

Yes, that day, Yan'er's faint sound of the flute relieved him of many troubles, accompanied him for many days and nights, accompanied him to sleep, ponder, rejoice, and sorrow.

Now, the long-lost sound of the flute has resounded in the vast night sky. Is it to mourn for the sleeping dead, or to pour out for the living?

(Dear friends, a little spoiler, this Yang Rong is very important, and he will set off a storm in the future.) Thank you for your daily comments at the back of the book. Thank you for your vote. ）