Most of the Chinese look at foreigners with similar appearances, if they throw people in the pile of people it is difficult to recognize, these two people came to China, looking at the Chinese look similar, I really can't remember who Yang Ling is, not to mention that Yang Ling is now known with a demeanor, behavior and speech, even if he is not pretentious, he has a kind of majesty.

However, as soon as Yang Ling mentioned the great benevolent man who donated three thousand taels of silver sesame oil money, the blonde man suddenly remembered it, and couldn't help but say in surprise: "Ah! We know you, you are the eldest son, the older son, I am IELTS, the son still remembers me? ”

The other red-haired man also saw his relatives and said with a smile: "I am Yasan the Fire One, I remember Gongzi, you are Yang Gongzi."

The owner of the rice grain shop stood on the steps, and looked at this son with an extraordinary bearing and leading seven or eight family members to know these two called Huazi, and his arrogance suddenly became much shorter.

Although Yang Ling remembered their appearances, he didn't remember their names, and then he heard them report their names and said with a smile: "Yes, Priest Yalts, Priest Yasan, Priest Yasan, hello, I have something to ask the boss here, and I will ask you to talk about it later."

Yang Ling said, arched his hand to them, stepped up the steps and asked with a smile: "Shopkeeper, do you have sweet potatoes for sale here?" ”

Fan Yu has a poor taste, and can not replace food for a long time, only these poor people eat it, the boss heard that the business came to the door, although he felt that it was a little strange to come to buy potatoes with the demeanor of this son, or quickly nodded with a smile and said: "Yes, son, please come in, we have potatoes for sale here."

The boss hurriedly rushed back to the store, took out a bag of sweet potatoes, and opened the opening for Yang Ling to see. Yang Ling couldn't help but be disappointed when he saw it, the yellow-white tuber plant also looked like it was growing underground, but it was not a sweet potato.

He shook his head and sighed: "It's not this, the shape is somewhat similar to this, but the taste is very sweet, some are red-skinned, some are white-skinned, well, I heard some people call it sweet potato, and it may also be called sweet potato, sweet potato, and there is another grain that is golden, probably smaller than a little nail is a grain."

Yasan and Yasan the Fire who were following on the side couldn't help but look at each other in surprise when they heard this, and Yasan the Fire couldn't help but interject: "Young Master Yang, the two things you said seem to be very similar to what I have seen."

Yang Ling suddenly remembered that corn and sweet potatoes originated in the Americas, as if they were introduced to China through Europe, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, and quickly turned around and said, "The priest has seen this thing?" Where have you seen it? ”

The Fire Man Yasan shrugged his shoulders and said: "Oh, I saw it a long time ago, according to Childe's description, it should be this plant, well, twelve years ago, Columbus came back from a long ocean and brought it back from a distant place, when we came to the East six years, it was already planted in large quantities in China, and we also brought a lot of seeds."

Yang Ling grabbed his hand and said eagerly, "Great, do you still have seeds in the priest's hands?" I have a very important role to play."

The Fire Warrior Ya Sanyi spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders and said: "When we came east, we brought a lot of food, but when we escaped from Tianzhu, all the base villages were lost, and the only remaining ones were eaten up when Luzon took a boat to Daming."

Yang Ling was greatly deflated when he heard this, but he had indeed eaten it, and it was still in the north, could it be that someone else brought this kind of thing? The owner of the rice shop had been listening to them, and then couldn't help but interject: "Childe, I may have this kind of thing you said here, do you want to take a look?" If you really want to buy it".

Yang Ling hurriedly said: "Quickly show it to me, if it is indeed what I want, one catty and one tael of silver, not one catty and ten taels of silver!" ”

When the boss heard that it was ten taels of silver, he immediately lifted his spirits, and hurriedly said, "Wait, Son, the little one will come soon." After the boss finished speaking, he ran away, and rushed straight to the back store, Yang Ling was more anxious than him, and he couldn't wait to catch up to see what was going on, he was wandering around like a fly in the store, and the two guys stood in the corner of the store and looked at this big Kaizi with awe.

After a while, the shopkeeper rushed back with a small rice bag on his shoulder, and said breathlessly: "Son, let's see if it's this thing."

Yang Ling hurriedly pounced, snatched the pocket from his shoulder, and put it on the counter, his heart was pounding, and when he opened the pocket, he saw the yellow and clear half-pocket corn particles that he had disdained in his previous life, Yang Ling almost didn't cry, he grabbed a handful of corn kernels, trembling and holding them in his hands, he was even more excited than finding a bag of gold.

Yang Ling muttered, "That's it, it's this."

When the shopkeeper heard that it was what Yang Ling wanted, the half bag of corn kernels was more than a hundred taels of silver, and he was so happy that he didn't bother his mouth.

At this time, a little child ran out of the back room with a boiled sweet potato in his hand and shouted, "Dad, what are you carrying a rice bag for?" Grandma asked me to ask, what is a pound and ten taels? ”

The shopkeeper didn't have time to speak, he rubbed the ground and snatched the sweet potato from the child's hand, handed it to Yang Ling, and said eagerly: "Son, is this the sweet potato you said?" I've got a big pot of cooking, and if you like it, I'll sell it all to you."

"What? All cooked? Yang Ling looked at the boiled sweet potatoes in his hand, and wanted to cry without tears, he cried out bitterly: "All boiled? You don't have a few pieces left? ”

The boss laughed and said: "I didn't cook all the pieces and left a few pieces, but they have been baked, you are a person with status, I see that thing is really ugly, I don't dare to say it."

"You", Yang Ling wanted to kick him, he said hatefully: "Tell me quickly, where did you buy this thing, as long as I find the seller, I will give you a hundred taels of silver."

At this time, a hehe laughed and said: "I'm a drunkard, I can't imagine that there is a melon idiot in this Jingshi, who likes to nibble on sweet potatoes so much?" ”

As soon as the door curtain was lifted, a smiling bearded man walked out of the back room, took a look at Yang Lingzheng, looked at it twice, couldn't help but be stunned, and said in unison: "It's you?" ”

The man was surprised and delighted, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Yang Gongzi, this is really a fate to meet thousands of miles away."

Yang Ling saw that the bearded man was Zhu Zhishan, one of the four great talents in Jiangnan, and couldn't help but say in a lost voice: "Is it Zhu Gongzi?" Why are you here? ”

Zhu Zhishan walked closer, and there was a burst of wine in his face, and it seemed that this Zhu Caizi was really addicted to alcohol. He said with a smile: "Yang Gongzi is generous, in order to eat a few pieces of sweet potato, he is willing to spend such a large amount of money." Hehehe, the owner of the shop here is my cousin, this Xitianmai and sweet potato are born in my home, bring some to my aunt and family to taste rare, does Yang Gongzi also like to eat? ”

Yang Ling's heart fell to the ground, since he had found the master, he was not so anxious, in short, he would never let go of this Zhu Zhishan, and after a few words of conversation, he carried the bag of corn particles that Zhu Zhishan called Xitian wheat like a miser, and warmly invited Zhu Zhishan and two Western missionaries to go to the restaurant to talk.

As soon as Zhu Zhishan heard that there was wine to drink, he immediately happily obeyed, and several people came to a big restaurant, Yang Ling instructed his subordinates to take a good look at the bag of corn, and then he went to the hotel with Zhu Zhishan and Huo Zheya three or four people, and found a private room to sit in.

As soon as he sat down, Yang Ling couldn't wait to ask about the origin of the sweet potatoes and corn, it turned out that Zhuzhishan was a family of eunuchs, and his father had been a high-ranking official of Shanxi's deputy envoy, and later returned to his hometown.

Zhu Zhishan at the age of 33 on the lift, after more than ten years of no progress, although the desire to gain fame is very strong, because of the age, for the career is not too hopeful, in Suzhou hometown to buy a house, and start a grain and rice business, become a rich man.

Two years ago, a Han family who moved to Nanyang a hundred years ago fled back to Daming because they offended the local magnates, and took care of the orchard for him in the mansion of Master Zhu, and planted some crops brought back from Nanyang in the orchard.

Although those things are not delicious, but they are rare and rare, Zhu Zhishan often transports some to the rice grain stores that are opened in various places to sell, because people everywhere have never seen those things, the sales are not good, but occasionally like to try the fresh, the price is much higher than ordinary grain.

Yang Ling heard that he fed these high-yield crops as rare things, and he couldn't think of the great significance to the people of the Ming Dynasty, so he couldn't help reproaching: "Brother Zhu, what kind of melons and fruits are these things, they are extremely high-yield crops, if they are widely planted in the Ming Dynasty, I don't know how many people can be saved, you are only raised in a small orchard, it is really a tyrannical thing."

Zhu Zhishan stroked his beard and blinked a pair of mung bean eyes, which was a little inexplicable for Yang Ling's distressed appearance.

In fact, Mo said that he was a scholar of leisure, and he would not think about the problem of increasing crop yield at all, that is, after the introduction of corn to China in the history books, for decades, many farmers only planted twenty or thirty trees in the backyard of their homes and kept them for their children to eat as a rare thing, and they never thought of using it to replace the existing crops, let alone those years that the official did not pay attention to and recorded.

When he was a child, he lived in his grandmother's house in Pingyuan County, Shandong, and Yang Ling listened to his grandmother's proverb that sweet potatoes were half a year's grain, and it was very common for corn and sweet potatoes to yield thousands of catties per mu.

And its adaptability is very strong, drought resistance, barrenness, wind and rain resistance, less pests and diseases, mountains, slopes and new land can be cultivated, do not compete with rice and wheat for land, cooked and dried can be put for several years, more resistant to storage than rice.

Thinking of these advantages, Yang Ling couldn't help but be very happy, and he was also a little sorry for Zhu Zhishan: if he hadn't been for the ban on trade, Li Dongyang had mentioned the food problem, and he would have ignored it, not to mention Zhu Zhishan, who had no worries about food and clothing, and no production?

Yang Ling felt that his tone was a little impulsive, and he couldn't help but say curtly: "The little brother is in a hurry, and he is reckless, I wish the brother is not strange."

Zhu Zhishan picked up the cup, drank it all like a long whale absorbing water, and said with a smile: "It's okay, Brother Yang cares about Li Min, and Lao Zhu is ashamed", he glanced at Yang Ling suspiciously after he finished speaking, and said: "But forgive me Lao Zhu for being presumptuous, my brother cares so much about the national economy and people's livelihood, could it be that he is the noble son of an adult in the court?" ”

Yang Ling smiled awkwardly, I don't know if this Zhu Caizi who said his identity will brush his sleeves away, but now that he wants to use others, he can't hide it, he hesitated for a moment, and said: "The younger brother's surname is Yang, and his single name is Lingzi, and he is the commander of the emperor's guards and pro-army, and he has jurisdiction over the compilation factory."

Zhu Zhishan was shocked when he heard this, and drank at the same table with him, and humbly claimed that Yang Gongzi, who was the youngest brother, was the most favored Lord Yang in front of the saint today? He stood up in a daze, arched his hand and said, "It turned out that Lord Yang was in front of him, disrespectful and disrespectful, and the student was really rude."

Yang Ling stood up unexpectedly and said, "Brother Zhu, please sit down, you and I are like each other at first sight, why are you so polite?" Uh", he glanced at Zhu Zhishan, and said tentatively: "The little brother has a bad reputation among the literati, I thought that Brother Zhu would leave after hearing my identity, doesn't Brother Zhu mind my reputation?" ”

Zhu Zhishan was also stunned when he heard this, and then remembered some rumors about Yang Ling that he had heard, and couldn't help but smile and said: "Those rotten Confucians have a 'unique' eye for people, but the students are not so knowledgeable, not to mention that adults have a good reputation among the people. ”

Zhu Zhishan and Tang Bohu are bohemian and cynical, they belong to the outliers among the literati, and they are also not tolerated by those orthodox literati, they themselves suffer from it, and they have known Yang Ling first, and they have seen his words and deeds, so they will naturally not be confused by the rumors of Shilin.

As soon as Yang Ling heard it, he pulled Zhu Zhishan to sit down, lifted the wine jug to pour him a full cup, and the two touched lightly, and drank it, looked at each other and smiled, feeling close to each other.

The two poor fellows of the fire Yasan and Yalts, who were full and hungry in this foreign land for the sake of God's faith, finally had a sumptuous meal, and only cared about filling the temple.

At this time, hearing Yang Ling's words, the fire man Yasan exclaimed: "You are Lord Yang?" The most trusted minister before the Ming Emperor? Oh God has appeared, and God has brought me to you and brought me the gospel."

Yang Ling said with a smile: "Don't dare, don't dare, the two priests have passed the award, the official is busy with official business, and he has not found a chance to speak up about the matter of the two of them, but the two of you can rest assured, since the monks of the Western Regions of Huguo Temple have snubbed you, and the development here has not been smooth, you might as well move to Xicheng when you go back, live in the inner factory for the time being, and I will build a house for you when you go back."

Once Yang Ling's lifting of the ban on trade is successful, its purpose is not only to do business with the East, Luzon, Ryukyu and other places, but the farther target is in the West, and those distant countries that are about to embark on maritime hegemony are also the countries that the Ming Dynasty refuses to deal with, and they will play an important role in history.

These missionaries from Francois are proficient in Chinese and Western languages, coupled with their relatively detached status, they will be a good communication platform in the future, in such an era, a competent communication intermediary can play a huge role, the so-called people make the best use of their talents, how can he waste.

Hearing Yang Ling's words, the two missionaries couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly got up to thank them. Having been in China for so long, the Chinese pay attention to the etiquette of courtesy, and they understand it.

"Thank you, Lord Yang, I know a little bit about the cultivation and cultivation of crops, I know how to grow them in wetlands and mountains, and if you want to promote this crop, I am willing to serve you."

Yang Ling was overjoyed, he didn't expect that the person in front of him was still a botanical expert, and there were ready-made grain varieties and skilled growers in Zhuzhishan, and it would be much more convenient to have this planting expert to guide him.

In the Ming Dynasty, there was already a warm cellar for winter planting, specially for the royal family to plant sparse vegetables, due to the small number of acres, pests and diseases can still be controlled, Yang Ling could not take these people to immediately fly back to the village, and immediately began to prepare first.

Yang Ling thanked him, turned his head to Zhu Zhishan and said, "Brother Zhu, this time I came to the capital, but is there anything important?" ”

Although Zhu Zhishan is wild and unrestrained, he claims to be a celebrity, and seems to have a realm of wealth and nobility like floating clouds and powerful like a dog.

This time, he went to Beijing to find a father and elder who was on an errand in the Ministry of Industry, and wanted to entrust him to do some activities on his behalf, but now the pattern of the imperial court has changed greatly, and many officials have stayed outside and watched from the outside.

The elder knew that Scholar Li was in a delicate situation now, and Liu Jin from the inner court didn't want to ask for it, this matter was already hopeless, and now the young man he had met was actually a high-ranking Yang Ling, and his heart couldn't help but come alive again.

Zhu Zhishan's black face turned red, and he said curtly: "This old Zhu entered Beijing, I wanted to find a father and elders to do an errand, but I read poetry and books for half my life, and I can't be a businessman for the rest of my life, but."

Yang Ling was stunned, and said with a smile: "I see, Brother Zhu is among the four great talents in Jiangnan, and he has his own hills and valleys in his chest, as for not being good at eight shares, how can he hide his talent in his heart?" ”

He pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Sponsor Brother Zhu to be respected in any county, but the brother can do it, and his political achievements will be outstanding in the future, and promotion will naturally not be a problem, I don't know if Brother Zhu is willing to give in?" ”

"Succumbing?" Zhu Zhishan was already overjoyed, Mo said that he was a lifter, that is, a jinshi of the palace test, and he could start with a county order, which was also a very rare opportunity, most people either served as a spare casual job, or retired in the Hanlin Academy, how could there be this opportunity? ”

Zhu Zhishan was busy and thanked him again and again, and Yang Ling discussed with him to transport another batch of corn and sweet potato grains from his hometown into Beijing, and Zhu Zhishan naturally agreed.

Yang Ling knew that the corn seeds were the only ones in the Zhu family, but it was very easy for the sweet potato to cultivate potato vines in the warm cellar, and it was ready to be cultivated in large quantities, and it would be widely planted in the spring.

Although he has great power, he still has no right to deal with local political affairs, and he also has countless things in his heart about whether there will be anyone to obstruct the promotion of new grain in the DPRK and China, but it is always good to make more preparations now.

Yang Ling accompanied the two of them back to Huguo Temple, and called the missionaries to pack up and go to the factory in Gao Lao Zhuang to live temporarily.

These people said they could go, except for two bags of miscellaneous grains, a few beds of broken quilts nothing, Yang Ling hired a big car, took them out of Xicheng, and sent them to the Houshan Inner Editorial Factory first when they arrived at Gao Laozhuang.

Huang Qiyin and Wu Jie are busy with internal affairs, the other is busy with expanding the territory, personnel arrangement, training, material allocation, intelligence collection and sorting and analysis of the establishment of institutions, as well as the bookkeeping and use of large revenues brought by the turnover of goods in cars, horses and horses, all kinds of complicated things are very important, any link of problems may affect the normal operation of this newly developed organization.

The two stalls are busy dealing with official business, and sometimes they can't even take care of their homes, relatively it seems that Yang Ling, the head of the house, is too idle, but as a person who controls the overall situation, Yang Ling thinks that he only needs to control the development direction of the internal factory, handle all aspects of interpersonal relationships, strive for more convenience and policies for them, and give them enough space to perform.

Yang Yiqing went to the south with Yu Yong, and Liu Qianhu was training a group of newly recruited fans according to the method of training special scouts when Yang Ling was in the Shenji Battalion, these young and strong ordinary farmers were better trained than those veteran oils, and their loyalty was also high, and now this group of 300 people has also begun to bear fruit.

Yang Ling's opinion is to widely develop people of the three religions and nine streams in various places to be intelligence collectors, and to transmit them through chariots and horses, but all localities must set up intelligence transit agencies.

He absorbed the malaise of the slow transmission of information and the lack of distinction between priority and urgency in the intelligence system of Jinyiwei's peripheral intelligence system, and set up sorting and analysis personnel in the intelligence transit agencies in various localities to classify the information and upload it to the capital according to the degree of urgency, thus greatly increasing the efficiency.

At the same time, he insisted that these collectors should mainly recruit ordinary people and informants with temporary surnames, and that each intelligence transit agency should set up a short and concise rapid reaction force to form a system to protect and deal with various emergencies.

Seeing that Yang Ling brought in a few ragged people, Liu Biao hurriedly came forward with a few people, Yang Ling smiled and waved his hand to stop him from saluting, watching the recruits who had begun to have a military temperament fire weapons.

Most of these soldiers have practiced martial arts and have a certain foundation of cold weapons, so the factory focuses on training them in the use of bows and crossbows and firearms.

Yang Ling nodded approvingly, Liu Biao couldn't help but smile reservedly when he saw his expression, and the fire man Yasan saw it and said curiously: "My lord, are the firearms used by your soldiers a little too clumsy?" Not only is it time-consuming and laborious to reload ammunition, but the range is not far."

Liu Biao and the others were quite unconvinced when they heard this, he glanced at this yellow-haired and blue-eyed man contemptuously, if he hadn't guessed the relationship between him and the factory supervisor for a while, he would have scolded him.

Yang Ling couldn't help but move in his heart when he heard this, the speed of fire and range of the musket has always been a bottleneck that restricts it from playing a greater role, but Yang Ling doesn't understand firearms, he once mentioned some principles of modern firearms and bullets to the firearms craftsmen in the Shenji Battalion, but it was obviously not possible to do it with the level of craftsmanship and gunpowder at that time.

Yang Ling was forced to have no choice but to vigorously develop a swarm of rocket launchers, so that his army could be enough to be ten in the city melee combat, and win more with less. At this time, after listening to the words of Yasan the Fire One, it suddenly occurred to him that this missionary would make more advanced muskets?

Yang Ling turned around and asked with a smile, "What do you think of Mr. Priest?" ”

Since the fire man Yasan knew his identity, he knew whether he could be recognized by the Ming court, and it was almost entirely up to the person in front of him to preach in the Ming Dynasty.

However, his Chinese level is limited, and it is no problem to speak some ordinary social language, when it comes to professional terms, some words are vague, and the fire master Yasan is impatient, and when he saw a fan next to him carrying a fire gun, he asked him to come over and explain to Yang Ling in his hand.

At that time, the musket used by the Ming army was also called the musket, the structure of the musket gun was very simple, and it generally required two people to fire, one was loaded with gunpowder, Tsubaki, and then inserted into the iron bullet or lead bullet, and then the gunpowder in the fire door was ignited with red-hot wire or charcoal, so as to shoot the projectile.

Such a neat and tidy firing method was naturally not suitable for the scene of a scuffle of thousands of troops and horses on the battlefield, and later it was changed to a one-man operation, which not only made the shooting speed even slower, but also the soldier could not aim at all because he was holding a firearm in one hand and a fire-starter in the other.

The method of the fire is to use a slow burning twist to ignite the gunpowder, which only needs a very simple firing device, and it is not difficult to transform.

This allowed the soldier to hold the gun with both hands, which greatly increased accuracy, and the special elongated barrel could be loaded with more gunpowder, and the fired projectile produced a rotational force, greatly increasing the range and speed of fire.

Most of the veterans around Liu Biao who taught muskets were craftsmen, and when they heard the method of stumbling over the fire man, the disapproving look on his face was suddenly swept away.

Yang Ling still didn't know much about the machinery he dictated, but seeing the expressions of those few arms craftsmen, he already knew that the method that the fire man Yasan said must be feasible.

Yang Ling listened to him finish talking about the principle of this firefly gun, and he had a whim, and couldn't help but say to the fire man Yasan: "Priest, if you improve that fire rope a little more, install a small flint, and use the sparks generated by friction to ignite the gunpowder, I'm afraid the speed is much faster, right?" And it can be used even on rainy days, do you think it's feasible? ”

It's not that some things can't be done, but I'm afraid that I can't think of it, as soon as Yang Ling spoke, not only the fire man Yasan widened his blue eyes, but even those military craftsmen who had just understood the principle of the arquebus were also shocked, and immediately thought of its feasibility and great value.

The fire Yasan closed his mouth like a fish out of the water for a long time before he exclaimed: "My God, it is really jealous, God has given the adults infinite wisdom, I think it is not difficult for me to transform these, the ideas of the adults are really feasible, you will have an invincible musket team."

Yang Ling was also excited, he clenched his fists all of a sudden, took a long breath for a while, and instructed Liu Biao: "Arrange the best place to live and treat these priests well, they are my good friends."

Yang Ling turned around and smiled at the Fire Warrior Yasan and said, "Priest, please rest assured that you can live here, the nomads in the north often infest the territory of the Ming Dynasty, and I very much hope that you can help my soldiers make better weapons to protect our homes and land."

In return, I promise that I will spare no effort to help you and all your clergy friends, to allow you to preach in the Ming Dynasty, so that the Gospel of God can be preached to the most powerful and civilized land in the East, and I myself am even willing to donate you to build a splendid church."

The fire man Yasan almost didn't cry when he heard this, and several missionaries looked at Yang Ling with tears in their eyes, and they couldn't be more moved. At the beginning, he was full of enthusiasm and pride, and came to this foreign country with the will and entrustment of the Pope, but in the past few years, it has become more and more miserable.

Religious fanaticism and poor status have made them neither willing nor able to cross the ocean and return to their hometown, and now they only need to pay such a price, pointing out the improvement of the musket, and they can get the full support of the real power figures of the Ming Dynasty, so what is there that they are not willing to?

It was as if they had seen a solemn and sacred church standing in the east, as if they had seen the Pope himself clothe them in scarlet bishops' robes.

Yang Ling sent these treasures to the best accommodation, and talked for a while, hoping to dig out a few more shipbuilding experts and navigation experts from these people, but unfortunately the other few except the Bible, most of the studies are chemistry and philosophy, Yang Ling has no intention of letting them write books and talk about it, so he turned to talk about the customs of Portugal.

Although Yang Ling has a limited understanding of there, but for these missionaries, he has the feeling of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, and the two were chatting, and suddenly a fan walked into the room and whispered a few words to Liu Biao, Liu Biao stepped forward, looked at the gap and interjected: "My lord, the old housekeeper of your house has come here to look for you, it seems that there is something urgent."

Yang Ling was a little surprised, he stood up and said, "I want him to come in soon."

After a while, the executive's family hurriedly walked in, saw him and said happily: "Master, you are really here, there are guests in the house, you can go back quickly."

He has been asking people to stay in front of the door and wait for the master to return home, and later got a report from his family, saying that the master's sedan chair did not enter the door, and went directly to the back mountain, so he impatiently chased after him, and sure enough, he found Yang Ling here.

Yang Lingqi said: "Which adult is it?" ”

The executive opened his mouth, and looked at the people in the room, Yang Ling understood, confessed to several priests and exited the room, the executive grabbed his sleeve, and said nervously: "Master, the emperor is here, and it has been in the house for a while."

Yang Ling was taken aback when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "Your Majesty?" How long has he been here? Is it still in the house? ”

The executive's demeanor was a little strange and said: "The emperor has been here for almost an hour, I heard that you are not in the house, he went around the middle hall for a while, and the lady came out to talk with him, and he broke into the backyard because he was bored, and the old slave did not dare to stop him."

Yang Ling understood as soon as he heard it, at that time he was very particular about etiquette, the backyard of the Yang family was the residence of the female dependents, even the executive's family would never take a step forward, and the foreign guests could only meet in the atrium, unless the closest friends had no reason to go to the residence of the female dependents in the back hall, no wonder the old housekeeper was in a hurry.

With Yang Ling's understanding of this little emperor, he knows that he follows his surname, sometimes he has fun, and Liu Jin and a few people also laugh and play together, hooking shoulders and backs without the appearance of an emperor, he will not care about these vulgar etiquette, and the current Zhengde is just playful, but not the legendary and filthy faint monarch, what else can he do to his wife and concubine?

However, the old housekeeper's behavior can also show his loyalty to himself, Yang Ling comforted the senior executive: "I know, the emperor is young, he doesn't like restraint, he doesn't pay much attention to these etiquette, I'll go back immediately."

Yang Ling returned to the room and told Liu Biao to take good care of a few priests, and even Wu Jie and Huang Qiyin didn't bother to meet them, so they quit and walked outside the factory.

Zhengde in Yang Ling's memory, in folklore, is a handsome, dignified, amiable and close to the people's merry emperor, most of the Qing Dynasty emperor's private visits are from the story of Zhengde, as for the Zhengde Emperor in the official history of the Qing Dynasty, but he is a mediocre, lustful and even a little perverted emperor.

Zhu Houzhao, whom he is now in contact with, looks similar to most ordinary young people in modern times, and in the era of Confucianism, when children of seven or eight years old are now familiar with the knowledge of sages, the export of chapters, and the great achievements of etiquette and religion, the behavior of this little emperor who has attracted the attention of the whole country naturally seems a little absurd.

Seeing the old butler following aside, his expression was a little more anxious than him, Yang Ling didn't feel a little funny, if it was left in modern times, Zhengde's behavior would not be so shocking, right? Yutangchun is so delicate, Zhu Houzhao has seen it with his own eyes, and he has never thought about it, are you still afraid of his idea of beating his own wife and concubine?

Yang Ling suddenly turned over in his heart when he thought of this, and remembered that there was a Dailou in his backyard. This woman is extremely utilitarian and naturally charming, if she wants to seduce a sixteen or seventeen-year-old hairy boy with her amorous means, is it not easy to catch?

Judging from the situation of the two of them getting to know each other during this time, she is scheming and ruthless, and now the little emperor is the time when she listens to and believes partially, and her ears are very soft, if she sees the emperor, she wants to climb up and deliberately seduce

If the Eight Tigers are evil, they can still check and balance, if Cheng Qiyun wins the emperor's favor, with this woman's means, I am afraid that the little emperor who can be confused will not even know his father, if she becomes the pillow person of Zhengde, if she has the heart to be evil, then wouldn't it be a female devil?

Yang Ling's heart was also anxious when he thought of this, and he could no longer sit down the mountain in a sedan chair, he hurriedly called a fan to take charge of the class, and said: "Quick, bring me a horse, I will go down the mountain immediately."

(To be continued)