The emperor is the emperor, ruling the four seas and commanding the world.

In the middle of China, since the first emperor swept away Liuhe, there has been no mention of the soil emperor.

Yang Lin now consciously regards himself as the emperor of this world, so he hates these people in the southwest.

On the shore of the land, it is not the prince's minister, and the slavery system that had been abolished in the Qin period is still prevalent in the southwest, which is unbearable.

On the streets of Bianliang, teahouses and restaurants, diners talk about the war in the north the most.

As for the southwest, few people take it to heart, and the northern captives are the strong enemy, which is the consensus of hundreds of years.

In fact, after the Tang Dynasty, the Han people have never been so proud as they are now.

Several big victories, publicized by the Ministry of Culture and Education through Di Baoyi, have already mobilized the emotions of the whole country.

Yang Lin hadn't received the official letter from the southwest yet, but he had already ordered it, almost the same as the content of the petition that Fang Qi Buddha wanted.

As he said to the officials in Mingtang, it is necessary to use a bloody cleansing in exchange for long-term peace and stability in the southwest for thousands of years.

In Bianliang City, a hundred flowers are blooming, and the fragrance is strong.

Spring to Bianliang, neither as strong as Dali Qianzhong, nor as dull as the north, the spring color of March here is the most beautiful time of the year.

Yang Lin scolded and scolded, still complaining that the Keju competition just now was too watery.

"Bought it, right? Most of these goods have opened their own handicaps. Yang Lin said angrily: "I think they want to ruin Kaifeng Ball City." ”

Lu Qian disagreed, and said with a smile: "The Yangzhou team is originally the weakest of the thirteen teams, and it is reasonable to lose to a big favorite like Kaifeng." ”

Behind him, there were four girls, Guiyi and Cai Lingbao, as well as Lingyun and Huang Xuanzhi, all of whom were looking around on both sides of the street with great interest.

The first two are from wealthy families, and the ones used at home are all custom-made, but they are very interested in street gadgets.

Cai Lingbao is okay, after all, he grew up in Kaifeng Mansion, and the little peach is much more lively.

Such a little girl is handsome and lovely, and she smiles very beautifully.

The shopkeepers along the way also replied with a smile, even if they knew that they would not buy it, they were not impatient at all.

Four young girls, invincible youth, walking together is a beautiful landscape.

Yang Lin looked around and said, "The biggest advantage of Bianliang is that it has a large population. ”

Lu Qian shook his head, and his tone was very affirmative: "If you talk about Bianliang Qiping, there is no one who has been accepted." Tokyo Bianliang is actually the heart of the Great Song Dynasty, and one city can be worth half of the Great Song Dynasty. ”

Although this is a bit exaggerated, Yang Lin knows that the practice of Da Song Dufei Kaifeng is indeed too much.

Now that Wudu has been established, this situation has been alleviated a little, but Bianliang is still expanding.

After the trade routes extending in all directions were developed by Yang Lin, the Great Song Dynasty became more prosperous, and Bianliang gradually became larger with the influx of countless Hu people.

After absorbing the wealth brought by these traders, it went to the next level.

"No matter where it is, what is most lacking is manpower, there are people to have others, people are the foundation of all things." Yang Lin sighed and said, "It's a pity that encouraging childbirth will not take effect until more than ten years later." ”

The current Great Song Dynasty has opportunities and doorways.

As long as you're not too lazy, you can always find a way to make a living, which has never been the case in the past.

This is the beginning of an unprecedented prosperous era, as long as you are willing to work, you will not starve to death, it sounds simple, but in fact, after thousands of years, many countries have not achieved it.

The group walked around, and when they were a little tired, they entered a teahouse.

As soon as the curtain was lowered, the four girls, who were still in order, got out of joy.

Chong Guiyi simply got into Yang Lin's arms, hugged his neck, raised his pretty face, and pouted: "I don't want to go home, I haven't played enough." ”

Yang Lin watched a bad game, and walked for so long, his mouth was dry, and he poured tea and said, "Where are you going if you don't go home?" It's going to be dark soon. ”

Cai Lingbao was on the side, resting his chin on the table, biting half of the teacup and said, "I heard that Genyue is the most beautiful place in Bianliang, and I haven't been there once." ”

"Gen Yue?" Speaking of this place, Yang Lin couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, this is the garden he built single-handedly. Gen Yue was also Yang Lin's first step into the center of the power vortex of the Great Song Dynasty, and it was the construction of this garden that made him Zhao Ji's favorite minister and ascend to the sky in one step.

Even in the world's best Bianliang, there is also the most dazzling place, if there is a fairyland in the world, it must be in Bianliang, if there is a cave in the fairyland, it must be Genyue.

Now in the huge garden, only three people still live in the temple maids who serve them, which can be said to be the most regrettable place.

At the beginning, Yang Lin wanted to bring this empire on the right track, but in the end, he found out that as long as Zhao Ji was on the throne, the Great Song Dynasty would definitely be led astray by him.

Now that Zhao Ji has been sent to the "sky" by himself, why can't he let his concubine play in this wonderful garden created by himself?

Looking at the pitiful eyes of the four people, Yang Lin's heart moved, touched the cheek of the little peach, and said dotingly: "Okay, let's go to Genyue at night." ”

Chong Guiyi clenched his fists and cheered, and everyone present smiled.

Night has come, the lights of Genyue are lit up one after another, and some palace maids are stunned, since the emperor was driven out, it is the first time that the lights have been lit in Genyue.

The light yarn flutters in the hall, and there are two smokers in the upwind, and the aroma in the furnace is overflowing, like an orchid like a musk deer, lined with the moonlight like water, like a fairyland.

Glass is not uncommon in the Great Song Dynasty, the Western Regions trade road makes these rare things more commonly flow into the Central Plains, the lamps in the stage are added to the glass cover, the light yellow flame swaying slightly in the wind, through the light green glass, revealing the same luster as crystal.

Stained with Yang Lin's light, Empress Zheng and the two little emperors also followed them to have dinner in the hall.

They were taken out to play by Zheng Yunyao every day, and they were very familiar with their sister-in-law, and their chirping was even more lively than in the royal family at that time.

The moon hung high above his head, spreading on the ground, Yang Lin drank wine and felt a gaze.

When he looked up, Empress Zheng was staring at him, and he didn't know what to think.

She didn't even realize that she was looking at her, Yang Lin smiled in her heart, this old queen seemed to have discovered her ambitions.

This little Gen Yue did not limit her vision, and she could see it very accurately.

Zheng Yunyao has been more gentle recently, and most of it is also the credit of this sister.

Finally feeling Yang Lin's gaze, Empress Zheng's face turned red, her jade face was dizzy, and she smiled and raised her glass to him.

Yang Lin also raised his glass, drank it all, lowered his head and thought about it:

The whole world knows that I, Yang Lin, is going to be the emperor, and the people in the world don't know how many people know the current affairs as well as Empress Zheng, and how many of them want to die for Zhao Song...