Listening to Li Dongyang's words, Yang Tinghe's face smiled slightly, saluted, and said: "Yang Gong is too fond of Yongxiu, Yongxiu is young, less is not better, let him suffer a loss, and when he returns home today, I will reprimand him a few words, I can't say, this is not necessarily a bad thing." ” Li Dongyang glanced at Yang Tinghe deeply, but in fact, he was just casually comforting a few words.
When the situation is like this, what can be done, Your Majesty's temperament is so perverse.
However, Li Dongyang also felt that Yang Tinghe was right, this is not necessarily a bad thing for Yongxiu, that is, Yang Shen.
As for the anxiety under Yang Ting and Cihe's faces, although Li Dongyang could vaguely feel it, he was only worried because the emperor was so harsh on the Yang family, so he was relieved: "Your Majesty is young after all, and when you are older in the future, you will naturally be able to distinguish right from wrong." ” After saying this, Li Dongyang went back to the public house.
Yang Tinghe also went back to his public house, ordered someone to serve tea, as if he had nothing to do, and said with a smile to the scribe who came to the tea: "The weather is cold, and even the tea has increased some bitterness. ” Taking a sip of tea, Yang Tinghe saw the scribe who served the tea out, his face turned cold, and he waited in the public room quietly.
Thinking of Yang Shen, Yang Tinghe's heart tingled, but he knew very well that the crisis had not really passed, and he couldn't let the grief make him lose his coolness.
He knew that news would come from the palace soon.
But how do you deal with it?
What's more, Your Majesty is a prelude to killing them all, or maybe it's just a knock Yang Tinghe couldn't figure it out.
But he knew that he had to do something, one of which was to protect himself; Second, it is still wise to protect oneself.
After thinking about it, although there was a great pain in his heart, he still continued as usual, only groaned slightly, and then called the scribe, and said: "Today's court meeting, because of His Majesty's anger, has it been stopped, but the Ministry of Rites has come out about the merits of the new army and the herdsmen?"
The scribe said: "It's already out, and it was supposed to be discussed in the court, but it was temporarily suspended, presumably Your Majesty will discuss it with the princes in the warm pavilion these days." ” Yang Tinghe nodded, and then said, "Take it and I'll take a look." ” After a short time, the scribe took the merit book of the Ministry of Rites, Yang Tinghe only glanced at it slightly, and then fixed his eyes on Ye Chunqiu's position, and said slowly: "This time the town of the country has made great contributions, how can I get a reward of three hundred, and add his son as an uncle."
The scribe hesitated for a moment before saying: "The Ministry of Rites thinks that the Duke of Zhenguo is no longer rewarded, so he has to push this credit to his son, this earl, is through" Before he finished listening, Yang Tinghe shook his head and said: "It's too shabby" He said seriously: "Reward and punishment for merit is the law of the dynasty, if there is merit, there is no reward, and if there is no punishment, this is to endanger the society, why bother."
Ye Chunqiu is a first-class merit, he is just a count of Tui'en's son, so what about the other second-class and third-class merits, isn't it that he can't even drink the broth, and the court is even stingy with this, this is where to put those soldiers who were born and died. ” Yang Tinghe sighed, looked worried, and said: "This meritorious person, only a heavy reward, and others will give grace in order, and in the future, everyone will be willing to use their lives; Could it be that there is real peace outside the gate now, not necessarily, Batu Munk's henchman is still in trouble, if he does not stand up for the letter this time, Batu Munch will make a comeback in the future, who is willing to use his life?"
The scribe said: "The meaning of the Ministry of Rites is that they are afraid that Enlu will be too heavy, so that they will come to the imperial court."
At this time, Yang Tinghe raised his face and said: "You can't say that, this time I defeated the Tuxie Department, how much food did you save for the imperial court, just because you want to reduce the burden of the imperial court in the future, so you are stingy, if everyone is unwilling to do their best, the burden of guarding against the Tatars is on the border army, the imperial court raises so many border troops, and how much money and food is spent every year This is because of a small loss, I only value the small profits in front of me, but I forgot that I drafted a charter for the big profit, and gave a big account to the Ministry of Rites, and you immediately sent it to the Ministry of Rites." , let him change his life. ” Speaking of the new Ministry of Rites Shangshu Fei Hong, the name is Zichong, since he was a child, he has been smart, at the age of thirteen, he tried "Wenyuan" in the Xinzhou Prefecture, at the age of sixteen, he tried "Xie Yuan" in Jiangxi Township, and at the age of 20, he tried "Champion", and was deeply appreciated by Emperor Xianzong Zhu Jianshen, and then because of his father's death, he returned to his hometown to guard the system for a period of time.
As long as Yang Tinghe is willing to speak, Fei Hong will definitely let go.
So Yang Tinghe picked up the pen and wrote a note in a hurry, probably after writing, he put the pen aside, but when he put the pen down, his hand couldn't help but tremble, only he knew that his heart was still trembling at the moment.
It's just that the grief in his heart was tightly covered by him, and he stroked his beard and smiled: "Go."
Oh, tell Fei Zichong that after the articles of association are revised, send it to Li Gong for a look. ” Li Dongyang's pass must be passed.
The scribe nodded in response, hurriedly took the note, and prepared to leave.
At this moment, there were noisy footsteps outside, and the voice of a eunuch was very long: "Yang Gong, where is Yang Gong?"
When Yang Tinghe heard this, his body was not easy to detect the earthquake, and finally came Yang Tinghe put his hands on the desk and tried his best to calm himself.
He deliberately frowned and said, "What's the matter, who is making a noise?"
The scribe who had not yet walked out of the door was about to speak, and the student went to ask, but at this time, the door was almost knocked open from the outside, and the first one was Zhang Yong, the eunuch with the palm seal of the imperial horse supervisor, and several other eunuchs also stumbled in.
Zhang Yong's move had already attracted people in the cabinet, and many people whispered behind him.
Yang Tinghe frowned, stood up, and waved at Zhang Yong, his tone was flat and a little resentful: "What is Grandpa Zhang doing?"
Zhang Yong pulled his throat and said: "Fangcai has just had an accident, Yang Gong, when Lingzi Fangcai, when he was bumped into him crossing the Jinshui Bridge, he fell into the Jade River, oh my God, such a biting weather, the whole person broke through the ice on the river and fell directly under the ice, the Shengong Supervisor has begun to salvage along the river, but it has not been seen so far, Yang Gong, let's say something that shouldn't be said, after so much time, I'm afraid that I am only afraid that there will be less luck, Yang Gong mourns." ” Zhang Yong was chattering in his throat, but his eyes were cautiously watching the changes in Yang Tinghe's face.
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