There are too many people in the world today who are impetuous, and once they move forward, they can never turn back, and when they are old or regret the day, they are annoyed why they were so impulsive in the first place?
But there is not much in the world.
At the south gate of the capital, there was already a person waiting, Ling Yan's figure appeared in the bustling crowd, and the teahouses and wine shops were full, which was the prosperity of the imperial city of the capital, and there was probably no such crowded crowd in other cities.
There are horses to lead, and do not dare to shout, because although the capital is inclusive, but also has its own rules, in the city is not allowed to ride a horse, let alone a horse galloping, otherwise you will be the prince of the family will be punished.
Today's sun is scorching, so someone stretched out his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead, exhaled heavily, and the load of fresh fruit just picked from home on his back should be easy to sell.
The streets are interspersed with the patrol soldiers of the Nine Cities Soldiers and Horses, holding the battle in their hands, and the iron plate hanging on their waists, which seems to be quaint, but Ling Yan knows that the old and old iron plate is deliberate, of course, this is also to show the long-term heritage of the empire.
This time, Ling Yan was dressed in civilian clothes, his hair was tied casually with a hemp rope, and he deliberately lit a few red dots on his forehead, looking not only strange but also bewitching.
Ling Yan, who was supposed to be quietly and unobtrusively out of the city, deliberately dressed up so eye-catching, but what was very puzzling was that no one threw a surprised look at Ling Yan along the way.
In fact, although this is strange, it is reasonable to think about it carefully, the capital of the Taizheng Dynasty was originally the place where the three sects and nine streams converged, and there were countless people of all kinds, that is, there were a lot of people in strange costumes on the south side, and the northern side was simpler than the Central Plains, but in some ways strange clothes and makeup, so Ling Yan's current appearance was not strange to everyone.
Walking through the crowd, Ling Yan slowly interspersed into the alleys, and then walked with his head down, no one noticed his figure, even the person who had been vaguely following him suddenly lost his goal.
From noisy to quiet, from crowded to empty is only a few blinks of an eye, this is an alley that has been around for many years, surrounded by old people who have lived in the capital for many years.
There is no shortage of anything in the capital, the most important thing is the officials, the total number of large and small officials is directly tens of thousands, this is not counting the idle officials in the Tai Academy, and they are more responsible.
And in these alleys and alleys live a small five-grade doorman, most of the officials in the capital have built houses in the east of the city, but only the officials above the five-grade are qualified, and the officials of other grades do not have that financial resources, and the doorman's doorman of the household department is embarrassed to belong to this list.
Men Tinglang is only a fifth-grade official of the household department, and he is not at all inconspicuous, because there are still three or four grades such as the first-grade Shangshu, the second-grade waiter, and the following Zhongshu Ling, so Han Piaoxue, who has been a full-year Tinglang of the household department, has become a bad old man.
Among the six departments, the three parts of the Criminal Department of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Household are all places where real power is held in their hands, but the Ministry of War is a little special for the time being, because the Ministry of War has been under the jurisdiction of the Privy Council all these years, so the Ministry of War is a little aggrieved, after all, the prestige of Qin Wu above is too high, and he wants to come out unless he waits until the Privy Council is withdrawn.
But that's probably unrealistic.
Men Tinglang only does some things to manage the account books in the household department, but this is also a fat gap, and the amount of silver in this person's hands every year is definitely more than countless people can never dream.
But Han Piaoxue is a breeze on his sleeves, no, he is not enough to describe it, because in the eyes of outsiders, this Han Menlang is too pedantic and stubborn, like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard.
Han Piaoxue didn't please his colleagues in the household department, and he was not popular in the rest of the yamen, and no one wanted to talk to him more about his own personality, so Han Piaoxue stayed in this alley named Scoop Lane.
There is only one just right yard, and there are only three rooms in the house, and it is really shabby to look at it, and on the threshold of the courtyard sits a sloppy old man, who knows at a glance that this person must be a rough man who is not taken care of by his mother-in-law and aunt at home, and there are no other people around, so it seems particularly deserted.
He is Han Piaoxue, an inconspicuous doorman in the household department, who has been muddy all these years, and his ambition to gain fame has long since dissipated with the passage of time.
He is already sixty years old, just in the year of the sixtieth year, he has never married, and he seems to be so lonely all his life, so now he is sitting on the threshold basking in the sun, suddenly, Han Piaoxue found that the warm sunlight disappeared, raised his eyelids and struggled to look, but it was a person who covered the light.
But he didn't push away the people who were blocking, but clubbed the ground with both hands, and then stood up with a hard grip on the edge of the door, his eyes were already cloudy, looking at this look is already running out, maybe in another year there will be a fat shortage in the household department for people to fight.
"Old Han, you've worked hard all these years."
Ling Yan bent down heavily towards Han Piaoxue, the person in front of him was unknown in the capital, no one remembered him, even if his position was not idle, but he had been alone for so many years, and he had never formed a party for personal gain, which was incompatible with the current court pattern.
Looking at Han Piaoxue again, when Ling Yan bent down, his hands trembled, and his eyes were already full of tears, how many years?
How many years has the prince's son not been here?
It's been more than ten years.
Han Piaoxue, the door of the household, was a jinshi in the seventeenth year of the Taisho New Calendar, but he never had a time to shine later, and gradually mixed up in the big dye vat of the household.
But no one knew that Han Piaoxue was an official brought up by Ling Yuanshan, the king of the Zhenshi, so this person was a backhand of the Zhenshi Wangfu, and Ling Yan had never contacted him for so many years, even if they met, it didn't matter at all, so Han Piaoxue lost hope, but now it was suddenly bright.
Han Piaoxue walked into the house tremblingly, and then walked out with a lot of things in his hands, which were placed in front of Ling Yan, these are all the accounts he has handled over the years, and there are several of these that are the certificates of the third prince Zhao Xuanping and the household department Shangshu to move the treasury money without permission.
Ling Yan picked these up, since Feiyu found those evidences, Ling Yan had been hesitating whether to make this decision, but yesterday he suddenly figured it out, as a son of man, his body is skinny, and his parents have to repay him no matter what, even if he can't, as long as he is unwilling, he will be satisfied.
Therefore, Ling Yan planned to make a big move, rebellion This is a road that Ling Yan will never take, because that will make too many people die with him, and he is still ruthless for the time being, so he can only create some chaos, and it is best to make His Majesty the Emperor who has been high above for so many years panic.
If none of this touches the heart of that person in the slightest, it is utter despair.
This matter, Ling Yan hid it from Hong Luoyu, from Ling Ji, and even many people involved in it didn't know what their young master was going to do, Ling Yan was thinking, if this thing was really successful, he would die without regrets.
He didn't go out of the alley after taking his things, but went out of the city directly from the secret passage under Han Piaoxue's house that led directly to the outside of the city, and the teahouse outside the city that sold Xiaoliang tea was extremely hot today.
People come and go, and even one of the few who has the heart to sit down keeps the teahouse guys busy.
However, there is only one person at such a table, which is the most stark contrast to the scene of the surrounding seats, and the guy in the teahouse is also very puzzled, why doesn't the rough middle-aged man in linen clothes and a hat not be more generous, this has been sitting here for a long time, just asked for a pot of tea, not even a snack, and there is a sour smell on this person, and when you smell it, you know what virtue this person is, so even the surrounding tea customers occasionally cover their noses.
However, there is naturally no reason for the person who came to be a guest, so the guy can only endure it, and only hope that this person will finish drinking and leave soon.
Ling Yan from a distance saw this person who was out of place with his surroundings, and the teahouse guy also saw him, although he changed his clothes today, but the guy had a good memory because he was young, and remembered that this boy had come to the teahouse a few months ago, but there was a very good-looking girl beside the young man at that time.
"Guest, you're here."
The guy greeted him with a smile, Ling Yan nodded in response, and staggered the guy who was going to lead him to sit inside, and then walked straight towards the man in the hat and sat down.
"Serve this guest a plate of chili beef, and then bring a pot of the best Xiaoliang tea in your teahouse."
Ling Yan said with a smile, the man's eyes lit up, knowing that this son seemed to know that person, so since he ordered food, the shopkeeper would not scold him.
This person didn't raise his head, he continued to bow his head, Ling Yan didn't blame it, and he didn't look unhappy, but he just wondered why he appeared here like this.
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Soon the tea and dishes were moved, but there was still no communication between the two people, and the two of them ate and drank tea by themselves, until finally it was Ling Yan who broke the silence.
"I'm glad the two of us met again so soon."
The words didn't get any memories, the man still ate the food as always, Ling Yan was not hungry when he was in the future, but after waiting for the meal, he was like a demon reincarnated and kept eating.
"Su Meng, if you and I continue to be so silent between us, then your visit will be meaningless."
Ling Yan named his surname, the name of the person who came was Su Meng, of course, he had an identity that was enough to surprise everyone present - Su Meng, the national teacher of the Yamuzhi tribe in the Northland.
The Yamuchi tribe has not had much friction with the Taisho Dynasty in the past few decades, and the battles between the two are mostly just on the corners of their mouths.
However, in any case, the Taisho Dynasty and the Northern Land are natural enemies, and this situation is even more so, because the Northern Land is no longer the scattered tribes of the past, and there is already a thriving Zhou Dynasty in that vast land, and that court is now close to the Taizheng Dynasty, and perhaps even more so.
Su Meng finally raised his head, Ling Yan was surprised, when he first saw it, this elegant and wise national teacher still looked like a Confucian student, why did he see this sloppy appearance now, hiding people's eyes and ears?
After eating the last bite of the dish, Su Meng twisted his neck, this year, the ancient Yamu Zhi Guoshi traveled thousands of miles to the capital, this is the first time he has eaten outside the capital of this country, and the reason for coming here is because the son of this northern land called the butcher was invited.
Su Meng didn't know what Ling Yan was going to do, he was surprised when he received the letter, after all, there really didn't seem to be any connection between Masame Zhi and the King of Zhenshi of the Taisho Dynasty, but this butcher was his son who found him.
"Su Meng, you know the situation in the Northland better than me, Zamu Qizhen is really assisted by Han Zi and Cao Qing, that nascent country is rising at an unimaginable speed and becoming more and more powerful, the Mulei tribe has perished, and it will be your turn to Yamuzhi in the future."
Ling Yan spoke, and Su Meng listened, but the people next to him couldn't hear a word, Su Meng knew that this was a small trick of the butcher's son in front of him.
"Ling Yan, no matter what the future of the Northland is, what is the future of Yamuzhi, isn't what you, a celebrity in the Taizheng Imperial Court, hope for Yamuzhi's destruction?"
"No, no, Su Meng, if you think of me Ling Yan like this, then you really underestimate me too much.
The consequence of the northern land being encroached upon by Zamuqi is that the Dazheng Dynasty is a Zhou that can go south with millions of iron hooves at any time, and Cao Qing and Hanzi are too young, and no one in our dynasty can withstand Cao Qing's offensive in the future. ” Su Meng nodded, Cao Qing was very afraid of this person, not because of this person's strength, but because his ability to command soldiers and horses was too terrifying, he could sweep away a large tribe of nearly 100,000 with just a few thousand people, and such a result was extremely rare in that chaotic era of princes.
And Su Meng firmly believes that if Cao Qing is placed in his era, it will definitely make the former Ji Chi tribe show a more grand light.
"What do you need Masame to do?"
Su Meng asked, Ling Yan smiled heartily, was he unable to hold his breath after all?
Also, now Zamuqi is really menacing, and there is a tendency to sweep all the tribes in the north, and now the north can compete with Zamuqizhen is completely gone, unless it is when Zamuqi is really not the emperor, it can be expected to gather the major tribes in the north to resist, and now the Great Zhou Dynasty has a number of gases.
This is the ethereal and then indeed existential luck, and now that the luck of the northern land has been collected by Zamuqizhen, a big tribe like Yamuchi seems to still have the strength to fight, but the final result is already indisputable.
Su Meng began to ask, but Ling Yan was not in a hurry to answer, this is like doing business, you can't be too eager, otherwise it will be easy for others to think that you need it very much, and then take the opportunity to blackmail fiercely, Ling Yan thinks that he is not a person who is particularly good at doing business, but at least he is not a stunned young man who does not understand this.