Shandong Licheng, a remote and quiet house outside the marshal's mansion.

Speaking of which, Yang Wenyue has been here for a few days, and what he has heard and seen along the way has made him dumbfounded, not to mention that the streets and alleys are full of vendors and travelers, because these are many other local state capitals and big cities can also do it.

Just outside the city, as soon as he entered the territory of Shandong, Yang Wenyue saw extremely strict precautionary measures, the so-called anti-salt outposts in Yanding, as well as the patrol teams patrolling inside and outside the various granges and salt villages, which were even more durable and could be seen everywhere.

Going deeper, especially on the outskirts of some towns, I have already begun to see the regular soldiers of the Shandong Army who are different from the imperial court officers.

They wore chains, necks, iron helmets, and brand-new armor, and walked around in groups of three or five carrying knives and guns, but they did not commit any crimes against the people.

In Yang Wenyue's eyes, even if these people look at it from a distance, they are already stronger than those officials and soldiers in the Central Plains, and the further they go, the more this prosperity in Shandong becomes more apparent.

From time to time, there is a herald pacesetter on a fast horse and a few small flags behind him, and on both sides are farmers and foot merchants who are running around for their livelihoods.

This kind of scene of harmony between the military and the people, Yang Wenyue still can't believe it.

As for Licheng, the capital of Shandong, before entering the city, Yang Wenyue saw caravans and travelers coming and going.

Most of these are not locals, some speak Jiangsu and Zhejiang dialects, some listen to accents from Beizhili, and even caravans under the banner of the Zheng family swagger south.

Moreover, in Licheng, Yang Wenyue did not find the "old rule" of officers and soldiers indiscriminately collecting money, these soldiers of the Shandong Army were wearing red gloves, just standing in front of the door with swords and guns in their hands, vigilantly observing everyone who came and went.

Yang Wenyue came alone this time, but when he arrived at the mansion arranged for him by Wang Zheng, he saw that his wife and father were all taken over by him safely.

The father and son are reunited, the family is happy, Yang Wenyue is also excited for a while, now in this year, it is really not easy to do this.

According to his wife, it seems that they are not soldiers of the Shandong Army who came to pick them up, they are dressed in black civilian clothes, but they are quite skilled, and it can be seen that each of them is good at something.

On the way here, he was blocked by officers and soldiers, and Yang Wenyue's youngest son was frightened at that time, but the surprise was still to come, Wang Zheng sent these 20 or so black-clothed people, and they actually beat the nearly 100 officers and soldiers to the ground. Leaving a corpse to flee in a panic.

Among them, there is a person who has aroused the deep awe and admiration of Yang Wenyue's youngest son, this person is Wei Dong of the Espionage Department, because he used to be a Jinyi guard of the Zhenfu Division, and he is good at using a single knife.

At first, Yang Wenyue's youngest son just stood in front of the door and looked at the soldiers of the Shandong Army stupidly, and he didn't know what was going on in his young head.

Later, this matter reached Wang Zheng's ears, and he directly ordered Wei Dong to teach this child when he was idle.

I think that at the beginning, Wang Zheng rose to Denglai, and Yang Wenyue and Wu Weizhong had to help each other openly and secretly, otherwise how could they have their own today.

There are also those who have sinned against themselves, Wang Zheng has kept them in his heart, not that he has not repaid them, and the time has not yet come.

......

On this day, Wei Dong, who was teaching Yang Wenyue's youngest son to dance wooden swords, saw Wang Zheng coming over, and quickly put down his respectful salute.

Wang Zheng smiled and touched Yang Wenyue's youngest son's head, but he was a little reluctant, and didn't seem to like others touching his head.

However, Wang Zheng didn't pay attention to it, no matter what, the Yang family was willing to settle down in Licheng, which was naturally a good thing.

Walking into the courtyard, Yang Wenyue had already taken off the governor's armor and changed into a Sven robe, and was sitting on a wooden chair reading intently at the moment.

To this day, when he saw Wang Zheng, he still seemed to have some of the feelings of the officials when he was the governor of Denglai, and he didn't get up and stand aside like others, but just glanced at it lightly.

Wang Zheng was not pretentious, he looked far away, and asked with a smile: "Old Shangguan, is it okay to come in?" ”

Yang Wenyue has been staying here very well recently, and his mood has calmed down a lot, asking himself, the few days without concern in Licheng are indeed the purest and most stable time for him in these years.

Of course, it is also the life that a literati like him yearns for the most, thinking of this, Yang Wenyue got up, put down the book and said with a smile:

"I heard that the royal governor is loyal to Rongyin, but I can't be happy with the old man."

Wang Zheng sat beside him, and he was also a little puzzled at the moment, "Earl hereditary, isn't it good?" ”

Yang Wenyue first glanced at the north, then exhaled lightly, and pretended to be relaxed and said:

"Of course, it is a good thing to be a bonus, there are a few people in the world who are as young as Wang Dudu, and they can sit in the high position now, but this title..."Speaking of this, Yang Wenyue muttered to himself:

"I don't know what the imperial court is trying to do..."

As soon as he said this, Wang Zheng saw Yang come out and said softly:

"Master, haven't you always avoided the taboos of the imperial court, why aren't you afraid of setting yourself on fire this time?"

"Women, what do you know, hurry back to the house!"

Yang Wenyue scolded his wife back a few times, and then he sighed and said:

"Today, the emperor has given the title of loyal martyr, and I don't need to be loyal to the old man, I guess the king also understands, but the word 'martyr' is a title for the dead..."

Hearing this, Wang Zheng was a little stunned at first, but the next moment he suddenly stood up and paced again and again, his face uncertain.

Loyalty, loyalty, good guy, I thought it was a good thing, but I was deceived for so long, this Chongzhen is looking forward to dying day and night!

This is not the reason for Wang Zheng's anger, the title of this earl is hereditary with coupons, which means that his descendants will also bear the name of the dead.

Wang Zhengfang's face was still indifferent, but now there was a murderous aura on his body, seeing this, Yang Wenyue was not surprised, and sighed heavily, in fact, he didn't want to talk about this matter.

After all, if other people were treated like this, even if they were loyal to the imperial court, they would immediately have a lot of doubts, not to mention Wang Zheng, a person who was not very firm in the imperial court.

Chongzhen gave a title to a big living person who only had a title, what is his intention?

And that's not all, let the king compete for the hereditary coupon, to put it bluntly, he just wants the Wang family to bear the name of this dead person for generations.

Such a vicious idea, I don't know if Chongzhen came up with it himself, or if someone else.

At this time, Wang Zheng, who had been standing for a long time, seemed to have suddenly made up his mind, but he still forced himself to calm down, and turned around and made a deep gesture towards Yang Wenyue.

"Governor Gao Yi, otherwise I am afraid that I will still be kept in the dark, and my personal name is not worth pity, but Wang Mou can't let future generations bear the name of a dead man!"

"The positions of the Military Council Department or the Scholar Hall are selected by Governor Yang!"

After saying this, Wang Zheng walked out of the mansion without looking back, looking at his figure clenching his fists as he walked, Yang Wenyue glanced at the north again, and suddenly felt a deep sense of guilt.