Before dawn, the lights of the palace in front of Fengtian Gate shone in all directions, and the pale yellow light reflected the snowfall in the sky and the figures of more than a dozen sculptural guards.

Hundreds of civil and military officials lined up from the left and right doors, and walked towards the Danqi they were familiar with, even though the cold wind was biting, but they were also in a strict posture, desperately controlling their trembling bodies, and did not dare to have half a point of gaffe. But I saw that the complements of different colors on the court clothes appeared and disappeared from time to time under the light, and there was an occasional reflection flash.

However, in the place where the hundred officials stared, under a brilliant lamplight, there was no one in the sky above the gorgeous and endless majesty of the throne, it was obvious that the young son of heaven had not yet taken the throne, and the boundless snow stirred a glimmer of hope that suddenly rose in people's hearts: in this chilling dawn, drop out!

The young man sat on the chariot, and ordered someone to send Sanyang, he lifted the curtain and glanced at the Danqi, where the ice and snow were swept away and swept away, and at this moment, it was covered with a white expanse.

"It's better to avoid the early dynasty, and the ministers will go to Fengtian Temple to do things if they have something, and they will retreat if they have nothing to do." The voice of the young man was a little trembling, as if he had transmitted the chill to Sanyang, and he saw that Sanyang's elegant figure was slightly relaxed, followed by a moment of trembling.

The early etiquette of the Ming Dynasty was cumbersome, and the officials not only had to bow but also do dance movements, and they had to do three times, called "three dances". What exactly are these three dances, it is difficult for later generations to study, however, the Ming Dynasty will take it as a necessary subject of the court to be clearly regulated, presumably extraordinary, probably need to be practiced all year round, and the officials' hands, feet, and waist are very coordinated to successfully complete this prescribed action.

Maybe there are a few very talented young officials who can make the three dances very chic, and take the opportunity to play handsome, if they are inadvertently passed by Gong E's eyes, Fang Xin secretly does not know, leaving a romantic story to pass on to future generations, it is also worth it! It's a pity that all the ministers who are qualified to dance three are ministers around the age of 50, 60, or 70, and dancing on the slippery snow is not a joke.

San Yang glanced at Danqi's side and nodded in unison, it seemed that they didn't want to take any risks.

The errand naturally fell on Yang Pu. Yang Pu turned around, and the reply he brought was that no one was doing anything, needless to say, this was expected, catching up with this icy and snowy ghost weather, there was no news inside and outside Beijing, so why rush to play? Everyone is just carrying a few daily chores, and it's not too late to play again on a good day, so why stay and freeze?

The emperor tried his best to maintain an expressionless face, and his faint gaze swept towards Yang Shiqi, "Yang Qing, I was young and neglected in government affairs, and I didn't know everything, and I couldn't read a lot of knowledge by reading, so I had to teach Yang Qing in person." Today's snow is heavy, I can't do anything else, please Yang Qing go to Yongsu Hall to wait, I will be there immediately, ask you for advice on governing the country, half a day is not enough to use a whole day, I will accompany you to Yongsu Hall for lunch and dinner. ”

The emperor opened his mouth for advice for the first time, which moved Yang Shiqi, "The minister obeys the order!" ”

The emperor looked at Yang Rong, his eyes were full of faint fear, and after a little attention, he turned his head to look at it, "You go to Fengtian Hall with me." ”

In the Fengtian Palace, close to the imperial platform, several pots of charcoal fires were burned, and the heating hit people, but the emperor sat on the throne and kept shivering, as if he was penetrated by the cold near the Fengtian Gate, and the cold to the bones lasted for a long time even if it encountered the charcoal fire.

Wang Zhen entered the hall, sent more than a dozen copies to the imperial case, and then retreated to the side to stand solemnly.

The attendant in the hall in front of the door glanced at Wang Zhen, and began to spread the word in a loud voice. Yang Rong had already entered, his steady steps were very rhythmic, and his beard and a few strands of hair trembled slightly, reflecting in the lights, lining the face that was not angry and powerful to make people more and more impressive.

The emperor hurriedly glanced at the visitor, and then hurriedly looked at it, "Yang Qing, there are many ginseng ······ you." Reaching out to a large stack of notebooks, he suddenly shook violently for some reason, but when he heard a "bang", the dozen or so notebooks were knocked to the ground.

Yang Rong stopped and quietly looked at the young emperor on the throne, which made the latter extremely uncomfortable, and his indifferent posture was almost unbearable.

"Lord Yang, Lord Yang, Lord Yang!" Wang Zhen called a few times, and Fang attracted Yang Rong's gaze, "Seeing those ginseng Lord Yang's playbooks, His Majesty was furious, and Fang just wanted to break these playbooks." ”

Yang Rong leaned over and picked up those notebooks, glanced at them hurriedly, and a thick anger appeared on his face, "Someone did give money to his ministers, but it was just a gift, why make a fuss?" Absurd! ”

It's a bribe in someone else's, it's a gift in you, it's not a double standard code! Wang Zhen pursed his lips, and immediately changed to a smiling face, "Your Majesty just said that people's words are terrifying, and there must be a conclusion to this matter, so as to make Du Youyou's mouth." ”

"Conclusion?" Yang Rong turned his head to look at the emperor, his gaze was slightly presumptuous.

The emperor sat upright, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Oh, in the past, there were also Yang Qing's recitals presented, and I ignored them, but now there are more than a dozen copies on the recital, and if it continues like this, I am afraid that Yang Qing's reputation will be ruined." This matter can neither be widely discussed in the court, nor can it be handed over to the three law divisions for detailed investigation, I thought about it, it is better for Jin Yiwei to come forward to inquire, make a conclusion, and report it to the ministers above the third grade, so as not to let anyone talk about it in private. ”

Yang Rong's eyes widened, "Does Your Majesty want to send his subordinates to prison?" ”

"Of course not, if Yang Qing is afraid of being wronged, then he will inquire in the side hall of Fengtian Palace, and only let Ma Shun come alone, just make a show."

Seeing Yang Rong stunned there, Wang Zhen hurriedly glanced at the emperor, and the emperor immediately left the throne and took Wang Zhen to the outside of the palace.

"If anyone is disrespectful to Yang Qing, Yang Qing can tell me that I will definitely not spare him!" The emperor turned around and said in a low voice to Wang Zhen: "Has Yang Shiqi gone to Yongsu Palace?" ”

"I'm waiting."

Seeing the emperor's back disappearing into the corridor, Ma Shun quickly walked into the hall, and when he approached Yang Rong, he was already smiling, and the corners of his mouth were almost to the root of his ears. "Yo, Lord Yang, the lower official has saluted you, please move to the side hall."

"Humph!" Yang Rong flicked his sleeves and strode towards the side hall alone.

Ma Shun took the notebook and hurriedly chased back.

There were lights burning in the side hall, and there was no third person except Yang Rong and Ma Shun.

"Lord Yang, please sit down" Ma Shun greeted Yang Rong to take a seat, and dragged the charcoal basin in front of Yang Rong with his own hands, Yang Rong's face was slightly pale.

"Have you ever been to Ningxia?" Ma Shun opened a notebook, and his surprised expression was very exaggerated, "The notebook said that you accepted a gift of 100 taels of gold from the chief military officer of Ningxia. Well, that place is close to the desert, and the lower officials are rough and full of poetry, what 'the sun is at the end of the mountain, and the sun sets on the long river'······"

Yang Rong pursed his lips disdainfully, "It's 'the desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river'!" ”

"Yes, yes, the lower official has a wrong memory, fortunately, Lord Yang is a well-educated person, and the lower official is not afraid to show ugliness in front of Lord Yang. Eh, Lord Yang's poetry is exciting, he must have left a Mobao there, and the lower officials are cheeky to ask for a pair, I don't know if it's okay? ”

Yang Rong shook his head, "Don't talk about it, your eyes are full of desolation!" In that ghost place, except for a group of wandering soldiers named Huazi, there is only a desolate and bitter cold land, where the official unfortunately contracted a disease, thanks to Huang Zhen and their careful care, so as not to lose this old life, how can there be any poetry! ”

"Alas, it's a pity, how can there be a hundred taels of gold to give in that poor place? It must be untrue! Ma Shun opened another transcript, "Eh, this is a transcript from Hangzhou!" Ma Shun looked quite excited, didn't look down, and hurriedly closed the notebook. Xiaguan heard that there was a great literati in the Song Dynasty, it seems that his name is Yang Qianli or Yang Wanli······"

"Yang Wanli!" Yang Rong almost burst out of his teeth with three words.

"Yes, yes, Yang Wanli, it seems that he is Lord Yang's family, so Lord Yang remembers it very clearly."

Do you remember your home clearly? Could it be that the official's belly is full of wine and rice instead of ink? Over there, Yang Rong was so anxious that his face turned blue.

"Xia Guan remembered that Yang Wanli wrote a very famous poem, 'After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is not the same as the four seasons······ Cough! This ······ This, hey, remember! "If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, heavy makeup is always appropriate." ”

Over there, Yang Rong was about to vomit blood, holding his chest and coughing for a long time, and finally pointed out very patiently: "You remember the string again, it is 'the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red." ’”

"Alas, Xia Guan has not studied for many years, unlike Lord Yang, who works hard every day, it's just that he is ugly, he is ugly."

You can't speak! Yang Rong had a black line on his face, and wanted to reprimand a few words, but saw Ma Shun put on a very sincere face.

"Lord Yang, I heard that there are countless beauties by the West Lake, all of them are like seven fairies, and Xia Guan doesn't have such a blessing as adults, and I don't know when and what month I can go to see the world."

"Don't listen to the world's nonsense!" Yang Rong stroked his beard and said: "Catch up with the spring season, rafting on the West Lake, if you meet the painting boat, there are ······ people" Suddenly, he rolled his eyes and said, "Isn't it an inquiry?" Why all the nonsense! ”

"Hey, hey, make a show, you have to do it for a full hour, don't hurry, don't hurry, the emperor has ordered, the emperor will give a banquet at lunch."