The news of Yang Lin's return to the DPRK spread, and there was an endless stream of people who came to the door, and they were generally prevaricated by him with the fatigue of the journey and the occasional cold.

Early this morning, a carriage was parked in front of the door, and the people who came down were all white-haired, trembling and supported by a few attendants.

When Menzi saw it, he hurriedly sent someone to report that it was Yang Daguan from the Inner Servant Province who was here.

Yang Jian has aged a lot in the past six months, and he looked at the familiar plaque of Zhaodefang, and lost his mind slightly.

The little chamberlain who was holding him reminded: "Grandpa? ”

Yang Jian came to his senses and said, "Let's go, let's go in." ”

The subordinate took them to the flower hall and lowered his hand and said, "Taifu wait a minute, the villain will go and inform Da Lang." ”

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Don't worry, if Wen Yuan has something to do, and let him finish it, our family will wait here." ”

Yang's Mansion, inside the study.

The three-legged gilt beast head incense burner placed on the flower table emits curling green smoke, and the faint agarwood fragrance that has been lost for a long time makes people feel at peace.

Behind a red plum tulle screen, Yang Lin was lying on a soft collapse, his eyes slightly closed, and he was contemplating.

In the past few days, the information of Bianliang has gone back and forth in his mind, and now in this court, people's minds have begun to change.

Although he has no intention of ascending to the Great Treasure before destroying the gold, the people under him can't hold it anymore, and everyone wants to learn from the dragon's power, and it seems that they are even more anxious than themselves.

It's not good to blindly suppress this situation, if you beat too much and too often, you really want to be in the position in the future, what if everyone is not active?

Among them, it is necessary to grasp the degree, thinking of this, Yang Lin has a headache.

The door of the outer room creaked, and Yun Niang's familiar voice came: "Where is Da Lang?" ”

Qin Qingqing pouted, Yun Niang twisted her waist and came to the inner room, and sure enough, when she saw Yang Lin here, the old god was there, and stepped forward and said, "Da Lang, Yang Jian and Mrs. Yang of the Inner Servant Province are here." ”

Yang Lin stretched out his hand, and Li Yunniang let out a coquettish sigh and sat on his lap.

"Da Lang, this broad daylight... Mrs. Yang is still waiting outside. Yun Niang said shyly.

Yang Lin knew in his heart that these eighty percent had come to persuade him to come in, and he was worried about this matter.

Yang Jian is the most active among these people, and he knows what the reason is, but he is afraid that he will die early, even if this vein is gone. After all, he is a eunuch and has no real heir, if he can't help Yang Lin to take the throne while he is alive, his power will disappear.

Seeing that Yang Lin frowned and was silent, Li Yunniang twisted her fat buttocks, adjusted her sitting posture, and said with concern: "Da Lang, what's wrong, but you have something on your mind?" ”

I haven't seen this Yun Niang for half a year, and her body is a lot rounder, her body is like a gourd, exquisite, plump 1 breast, 1 fat and 1 buttocks, powdery peach cheeks, and all kinds of amorous styles.

Yang Lin shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's a little thing, just let Yang Jian's guy wait outside for a while." ”

After speaking, he tore off the collared blouse on her body, kneaded it a few times, lifted the robe and said in a rough voice: "Adulterous woman, what are you waiting for, move by yourself." ”

Qin Qingqing, who was cleaning up the official documents outside, kept his ears pricked up, and waited until he heard the spring chant inside, and took a sip with a red face.

A pair of soft, but stretched out to the belt, gently tugged, and walked to the inner room with a wide untie.

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"Haha, brother, don't come unharmed."

Yang Lin's face was full of red light, and he walked out while smiling.

Yang Jian, who had been waiting for a long time in the flower hall, sighed softly, with a smile on his face, and said: "Brother Yang, I haven't seen you for half a year, if you come back a few days late, the old brother's old bones will be buried in the ground." ”

"How do you say this, I see that you are in good spirits, you should be old and strong, and you can live to be 100 years old."

Yang Jian held his hand and said, "I'll borrow your auspicious words." ”

Yang Lin felt that the old eunuch was a little lonely, and he also sighed a little for a while, this person must have a queen, otherwise what is the use of Yang Jian's situation?

Hard work, walking on thin ice, so many years of hard work and fame, but for the aftermath of such a worry.

Like Cai Jing, he is obviously older than him, but he is not worried at all. His son Cai Juan, who is under his own door, is his beloved disciple, and he is bound to provoke the lintel of the Cai family in the future.

But no matter how much you understand him, you can't ruin your plans for him, and you have to fool him by saying anything today.

Yang Jian also lost his usual patience, and went straight to the point, saying: "Wen Yuan, we have been friends for many years, from the first day you entered Bianliang, our family will pick up the wind and wash the dust for you." Now that my brother is old, he won't live for a few days, and you also know that this kind of eunuch in our family will have nothing left once he dies. Wouldn't it be bitter to have worked hard for half of my life to earn this bit of fame and fortune? ”

Yang Lin didn't expect him to be so honest, and he knew that he couldn't hide anything from himself, so he simply said what he said in his heart.

The more he is like this, the more he can impress Yang Lin, thinking of his career along the way, Yang Jian has always been his own group.

At the beginning, he was friendly with Cai Jing, and after he singled out Han Zhongyan and fired the first shot of self-reliance, Yang Jian quickly stood on his side.

Later, with Liu Qingshui, he formed the three giants of justice, the Long Live Battalion, the Detective Factory, and the Imperial City Division, which offended the Manchu civil and military forces all over the place.

In the end, Bianliang Palace changed, this guy was seventy years old, carrying a knife in front of Zhao Ji, and inserted it into Liang Shicheng's body in front of the dragon couch.

The past passed one by one, Yang Lin wiped his eyelids, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Old brother, I promise you, no matter what, I will pass your title to your nephew." ”

Yang Jian's eyes flickered with old tears, but he couldn't help but smile and said, "Our family knows that we didn't see the wrong person!" ”

sent Yang Jian away, Yang Lin was a little excited, and Zhao Ji drank the northwest wind on the jade floor; Liang Shicheng is dead; Yang Jian and Cai Jing are dying; Han Zhongyan and Zeng Bu were far away from the border; Gao Yufu is idle at home...

A generation of newcomers has replaced the old, and those opponents and friends in the past have or will withdraw from the stage of Bianliang.

So how should Bianliang get out?

It has witnessed the rise and fall of the entire Northern Song Dynasty, the scenery and loneliness of countless famous ministers and generals, and a poem that has been passed down through the ages.

There is no doubt that Bianliang is a city of miracles and a glorious page in the history of human civilization. Even thousands of years later, people can still marvel at the splendor of Tokyo's dreams from the few words in the annals of history.

It is definitely not possible to rashly choose a place to move the capital, and we must weigh it again, otherwise we are afraid that the country's foundation will be unstable in the future.

A thought began to appear in Yang Lin's heart, making him want to move.

Instead of choosing a city to move the capital, it is better to build a capital city comparable to Kaifeng Bianliang on today's territory.