Flower Dang is here

In Yin'an Hall, all the adults who were good at observing their faces found that the two imperial envoys standing in the top, the two governors and the three-sided general Yang Yiqing, all had stinky faces. Even the Dai Wang Qiansui seemed to be happy when he saw the bride who was graceful and graceful, and the 17th bride. The local officials didn't know what had happened, and they all became cautious and did not dare to laugh loudly.

The prince's concubine was very different from ordinary people marrying a wife. The ceremony seemed to be an official. The eunuchs and general manager first read out the emperor's imperial edict. This imperial edict was drafted by Yang Tinghe. Zhengde just used a gold seal, but the Grand Secretary of Knife did not show up. Although he did not hide it in Datong, there were only a handful of people who knew the news, so he avoided it in the back hall.

Since the emperor has come to Datong, he can't tie him back unless he is willing to go back. Yang Ling doesn't cooperate and he has no choice. He sits in the back hall and thinks for a while. Yang Tinghe is still at a loss. Listening to the joyful palace music played in Yin'an Hall in front, Yang Tinghe smiles bitterly and shakes his head.

After the cumbersome ceremony of the concubine, the bride worshipped the prince. The princess came in a row, holding a jade lord in her hand and toasted the two imperial envoys. Although their rank was not high in front of the prince, since they were hung with the sign of patrolling the border, the etiquette in front of the person cannot be lost. It was not them who respected the prince, but the emperor behind them.

The princess named Zhuo Ting is tall, wearing a red robe, a phoenix crown, and a swaying bead curtain in front of her pretty face, but not a veil. She looks soft and slim, although she is only sixteen or seventeen years old, she is charming but has charm. She looks elegant and refined, elegant and elegant, and elegant. No wonder the woman in the mainland is so fond of her, Dai Wang actually asked for an order to give her the identity of a concubine.

After the princess respected the imperial envoy, she took the civil and military officials to the back hall and helped the princess return to the back hall. The banquet was held, and the officials' cups were mixed. The atmosphere became lively.

Hu Zan and Wang Yixiao, the two governors, respected the Prince of Dai, and came to Yang Yiqing, Yang Ling and Zhang Yong's table, and smiled and said, "The two imperial envoys came to Datong Daitianzhang before the first month of the year. They worked hard and made great contributions. Yang Zhengzheng personally came to the battle formation and used his troops like a god.

Kou Shou and Boyan have suffered consecutive defeats. The people in Datong Xuanfu and other places can ensure safety depends on the lives of the soldiers. We and local officials should pay a glass of wine to the adults and express their respects, ah? Hahahaha..."

After hearing this, the officials raised their glasses and stood up, responding, "That's right, we respect the two imperial envoys and General Yang. Please invite three adults to drink this cup."

Yang Yiqing smiled and said, "Where is it? Speaking of which, Yang was ordered to guard the three passes. From now on, he will be the subordinate of Datong's guard and the King of Dai Qiansui. He should respect the two imperial envoys with you, wishing my emperor a long life and prosperity in the world."

Hu Zan and Wang Yixiao smiled, as if the person who had been fighting with Yang Ling and Zhang Yong had nothing to do with him in the back hall. Yang Ling and Zhang Yong looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and quickly squeezed out a fake smile on their faces and raised their glasses to respond.

The civil and military officials respected the prince and always respected the two imperial envoys, Hu Zan, Wang Yixiao, and Yang Yiqing, three highest civil and military officials in the border. Although this kind of official social engagement was boring, it was a gift for others, and Yang Ling and the other two could only smile and wait.

After three rounds of drinking, a magistrate of the royal palace quietly walked in and said a few words to the King Dai. The King of Dai nodded, and the eunuch walked towards Yang Ling and whispered: "Sir, your guard commander said there is something important to report."

Yang Ling was stunned. Although there were 300 guards he brought, there were only twelve who were able to enter the palace. Where did the guard commander come from? If you want to say that the only one who could order these great guards was Emperor Zhengde. He hurriedly stood up and accused the prince of guilt and walked out quickly.

Although King Dai and others knew that Zhengde was in his army, they broke their heads. They could not imagine that Zhengde, the emperor, would pretend to be a guard and accompany Yang Ling to the banquet, and stayed alone in the outer hall to mingle with the vulgar servants and servants.

Even if he had seen Hu Zan, who had personally seen Zhengde wearing a guard costume, he just thought it was a dress on the road to cover up his eyes and ears. He did not believe that Emperor Zhengde, who was the emperor's noble prince, would always pretend to be a despicable soldier, and he did not believe that Yang Ling dared to be so ruthless and always placed the emperor in such a position, so these people had no doubts.

Accompanied by the internal supervisor, Yang Ling left Yin'an Hall and went outside Chengyun Gate with the door. Sure enough, he saw Zhengde and two personal soldiers standing at the door, his eyes shining and his face flushed, as if he had drunk a lot of wine.

Yang Ling smiled politely at the eunuch and said, "I'm working hard, please wait here. I'll go out for a while."

Yang Ling walked out of the hall gate and walked around the pillar next to him. Zhengde rushed over and grabbed his hand and shook it repeatedly. His excited voice trembled: "Yang Shidu, I am not dreaming. I have seen her, hahaha, I am so happy."

Seeing that his face turned red and incoherent, Yang Ling quickly looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, and then said in a strange way: "The emperor is drunk? Who is so happy to see?"

Zhengde smiled and said, "Tang Yixian! I saw Tang Yixian, she was in the Dai Prince's Mansion. Once you entered the Marquis's Gate, it was as deep as the sea. No wonder your spies couldn't find her everywhere."

Yang Ling was stunned for a moment, and suddenly jumped up excitedly, saying tremblingly: "Tang Yixian? She is not dead? She is still alive?" Yang Ling held Zhengde's hand tightly, suddenly closed her eyes and raised her face to the sky. After a while, she breathed a long sigh and said in a trembling voice: "Thank God, she is safe and sound, where is she?"

Yang Ling said, his eyes were already searching. In the past, he met Su San, Tang Yixian and Xuelimei at the flower hall. Because of Tang Yixian, Ma Yongchengcai sent silver to him, which made him redeem the three girls. Su San and Xuelimei became concubines with deep affection for him.

Tang Yixian, in order to protect General Bao Shen’s account book, was knocked off the cliff and died in an uncertain life. He always felt guilty about this.

Tang Yixian's disaster was caused by him, and he saved Tang Yixian in the so-called kindness of the fireworks land. The real benefactor was Zhengde. He did not have any effort or favors. Instead, he saved the account book by her and relied on this powerful evidence to defeat General Bao Shen. Because of her relationship, he got Su San and Xuelimei's two beautiful couples with a beautiful appearance and a well-behaved little beauty. So whenever Yang Ling thinks of her experience, he always feels like a big stone. Now that he hears that she is fine, Yang Ling's surprise and joy can be imagined.

Zhengde hurriedly said nervously: "Speak softly, she went to see her adoptive parents. How about you take her back after the banquet? But... she has absenteeism. I think she was hit when she fell off a cliff, and I don't remember the past at all."

Yang Ling was stunned and felt a little sad. He said in a daze: "Lost... soul? Amnesia? Why is this happening? Do you remember nothing? Then how do I take her back? She believed the emperor's words?"

Zhengde smiled and scratched his head, "This... she didn't believe me very much. She thought I was a disciple. I was hit by her on my thigh, and it was probably all blue.

But she doesn't believe me as a little captain. She has no reason to believe the words of General Yang. I told her that she is your cousin, her parents have both died, and she has been by your side since childhood. When you see her, don't say anything about it. Miss Tang has forgotten the past. I... don't want her to know those unhappy pasts."

After Zhengde spoke, his face became very serious and serious. There was something shiny in his eyes. Yang Ling nodded and suddenly patted Zhengde's shoulder lightly. Although he didn't say anything, he had a smile of understanding on his lips.

The wind blew and snow fell on the eaves, which was cool on the neck, but the two of them were warm in their hearts. Yang Ling's almost over-the-route impulsive behavior fell into the eyes of the civil servants. He would inevitably be furious as Wang Qiong saw Yang Ling sitting with the emperor on the same day, but Zhengde didn't care about this. He understood the meaning of praise and appreciation in Yang Ling's eyes, and couldn't help but feel very happy and happy.

"Cousin...Cousin", suddenly there was a strange and handsome cousin. Tang Yixian was a little uncomfortable when she screamed, and she felt a little embarrassed and her face became slightly dizzy.

"Huh?" Yang Ling slowed down his horse, turned his head and looked at Tang Yixian sitting in the car sedan. He laughed softly and said, "What's the matter?"

"Cousin, are our family old? Cousin's wife... wouldn't she like me to move in?" Tang Yixian frowned her delicate eyebrows with some concern.

Yang Ling wanted to laugh. He glanced at Zhengde who was smiling at Tang Yixian, and said, "Don't worry, your cousin's wife is a good person, and... she got along very well with you before you had an accident. When you see you, how happy your three cousin's wife will be?"

"Wow! Three cousin's sisters-in-law?" Tang Yixian stuck out his tongue in surprise and smiled playfully: "My cousin is so amazing. The three sisters-in-law must be all the beauties of the capital, right? Alas, I don't remember my cousin, nor do I remember them anymore. I have no impression of what the capital looks like."

She lay on the car window and looked at the pedestrians on the street, and suddenly said, "Cousin, my parents have lived here for generations, and I am reluctant to leave my relatives, friends and old friends, and I don't want to move to the capital. In the past few days... I still want to accompany them all the time, is that okay?"

Zhengde saw that she asked Yang Ling for advice timidly, and felt very pity. He lifted the reins of the horse and approached the carriage, patted his chest and said loudly: "Miss Xian'er, don't worry. If you want to go back to the palace, just tell me, I... I will protect you back!"

Tang Yixian gave him a blank look and said angrily: "No one will sell you as a mute if you don't speak. I don't know anything. If I were my cousin, you wouldn't have to be a personal soldier. I honestly sweep the yard and guard the gate for me! Is the royal mansion a place where you want to enter? Even if my cousin is an imperial envoy, I have to hire the prince. People are worried about making trouble for my cousin."

Zhengde was scolded and robbed by Tang Yixian, and his bones were lightly less than four taels, and his eyebrows were full of pain.

Seeing that the emperor was so happy to be so frustrated, the guards of the great inner court were very consciously put aside the mission of protecting the safety of the emperor and safeguarding the dignity of the emperor. Based on the principle of not being polite and not being polite, they rushed to the road and ignored them.

Tang Yixian was placed in the inn. Yang Ling arranged her and rushed back to the study to prepare a book and asked someone to send it back to the capital. First, he told Yu'er and the others about the good news, and second, he asked them to prepare in advance so that they could welcome their little cousin to return to Beijing.

Yang Tinghe came to meet Zhengde secretly. He was the emperor's lecturer. Zhengde still respected him a little. He heard that he was afraid that he would persuade him to return to Beijing and it would be difficult to refuse him. He hurriedly called Yang Ling and Liu Jin, the two generals of Hum and Ha, and stood behind him to raise his courage, and then invited Yang Tinghe in.

Yang Tinghe was accustomed to judging the situation. Although he dared to fight against Yangling, where he encouraged the emperor to leave the capital, facing the emperor, his patience was more than three points higher than Li Dongyang. When he approached the study, he understood the emperor's determination and no longer said the words he had prepared, so as not to make things boring.

Yang Tinghe told the situation after Zhengde left the capital. The palace had severely blocked the news. All the eunuchs and maids who knew had received strict orders. Who dared to argue that the emperor had left the capital in vain and was killed immediately. So before the news spread, except for the six ministers and three great ministers, even the civil and military officials of the court said that the emperor was ill and could not be in charge of the court.

However, the emperor did not attend the court for more than ten days in a row. This matter is extraordinary. The emperor is the king of a country, and the court system is not a joke. It is impossible to find someone to pretend to be a grandfather or to criticize the Grand Secretary for a stranger.

In the eyes of all officials, even if the emperor is so sick, he cannot even review the memorials. Just speculating on how serious the emperor is, it is enough to make people panic. Even with the wisdom of the three great scholars, there is no way to do this. When he mentioned Zhengde, Yang Tinghe couldn't help but look bitter.

Zhengde frowned and thought, "Since that's the case, I will pick up the most important memorials and pass them to me every day. After reading them, I will return to Beijing. I will say that my illness is gradually cured, but I still can't see the wind or the light, so I can't stand the court. I think I can stabilize the people's hearts."

Yang Tinghe sighed, "For this plan... I have to do this." He stood up worriedly and said, "The Empress Dowager, the Empress Dowager and the Empress are very concerned about the Emperor. The six ministers and nine ministers are also waiting for the Emperor's news. Since the Emperor is determined to stay in Datong, I dare not delay any further, so I will return to the capital to report the news."

He gave Zhengde a salute, looked at Yang Ling again, and said with a serious expression: "Mr. Yang, I will leave all the safety of the emperor and the safety of the Ming Dynasty to you. Please be careful and you must keep the emperor fully."

Yang Ling said solemnly: "Don't worry, sir, the lower official knows the importance of it, and he will never be able to play with it."

Yang Tinghe nodded, sighed softly, and then retreated in disgrace.

After waiting for two more days, Zhengde did nothing every day, so he ran to Miss Tang's door to be a personal soldier, accompanying her to play ice gyros in the yard. In addition, the two maids who specialize in serving Xiao Tang played horse hangs together, which not only relieved Tang Yixian's depressedness, but also fulfilled her wish.

The horse-drawing pendant has been around for a long time. It is said that it has existed since the Han and Tang Dynasties. Both the court and the country, including kings, princes, princes, talented men, famous ladies, and merchants and civilians, all like it very much. Even monks and nuns are very happy to play.

The horse pavilion is similar to modern mahjong. In the palace, the Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager like to play the most when they are free. Zhengde sometimes plays with him, and he is talented and can naturally learn it once.

Tang Yixian and the two maids were not his opponents. After a while, Yang Ling gave Tang Yixian a pocket money and won a lot of valuable jewelry with the two little maids. Zhengde was overjoyed and kept the pile of rags like treasures. He let the two little maids look at this handsome soldier brother, but he just didn't return it to them.

His identity is Yang Ling's guard, and Tang Yixian is not a snobbish person. He has not been disdainful to make friends because of his lowly identity. Although he scolds him as usual, he mostly speaks intimately.

In the afternoon of that day, a hurried figure in front of the inn gate rushed from a distance and turned over and dismounted in front of the inn gate. There were only two postmen guarding the inn gate. Now there are two imperial envoys on the open and one emperor in secret, so the postmen were replaced by Yang Ling's personal army, and the entire inn surrounded the inn gate was like a barracks.

The person who came from the Pegasus walked to the door and took out a silver medal indicating the identity of the inner factory from his arms. After the doorkeeper carefully checked, one of them led him to hurriedly walk into the courtyard. A small restaurant with a dilapidated flag hanging on the opposite side of the inn was in a small restaurant. A drunkard raised his head when the horse arrived in front of the door, and looked at him with sharp eyes.

The drinker was wearing a short dog-skinned robe, straight-leg warm pants, and a hazel wolf-haired hat. Under the furry brim, two sword eyebrows and a hint of heroism, and he turned out to be a very handsome young man.

When the visitor entered the door, he looked around and the drinker saw his side face and couldn't help but shook his body slightly, and he said to himself: "Wu Hanchao? Hey, he has learned civil and martial arts and sold it to the imperial family. He has indeed defected to Yang Ling. With his skills, he should be Yang Ling's personal bodyguard. Look at the horse's tired steps, he should have arrived just now. Yang Ling didn't leave him by his side, what should he send him to do?"

The handsome young man pondered for a moment, and felt faintly that Yang Ling seemed to be moving. A hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. Then he became a little confused again.

"He" looked around and his clear eyes swept across the street from pedestrians in groups of three or three: Since the Maitreya Cult is trying to attack the emperor, it will not be too strict to monitor the inn, but where are they?

There is also that bastard Yang Hu who left in anger that day, and I don’t know where he and Uncle Wu went. I hope that they are not familiar with the place and don’t want to attack Yang Ling rashly. Look at the situation in this inn, there are heavy troops guarding it, and there are many crises. Yang Ling often goes in and out hundreds of master followers. Wouldn’t he send a sheep into the tiger’s mouth if he wants to do it?

"Oh!" The handsome young man sighed softly, his eyebrows were twisted together, and he felt a little charming like a woman.

"Okay! Finally, I'm here. The emperor must be very happy when he heard this!" Yang Ling said excitedly. Seeing Wu Hanchao's face full of wind and frost, he said, "Go and take a shower and eat some food to rest. I will talk to you in detail in the evening."

Duoyan Sanwei originally asked the Ming court to form an alliance with the emperor with an irresistible attitude. He also expected that the Emperor of Ming Dynasty would not come to meet them with the emperor.

They knew that the Han court was the best for face and others were profitable. However, the Ming court would rather have fame than profit. Even if they traded with other countries, they had to pay tribute to the other party. Will the Emperor of Ming put down his arrogant airs for a force like Duoyan Sanwei, which could not be called a country?

Unexpectedly, the Tiankhan of the great Eastern power really came. Huadang and the leaders of the tribe were both surprised and flattered. Huadang immediately ordered four thousand iron cavalry, hid in the day and walked at night, and began to secretly head towards Datong.

Seeing that Wu Hanchao had withdrawn, Zhang Yong suddenly became nervous. He said to Yang Ling: "Mr. Yang, Hua Dang is really coming. If Boyan learns the news, it will definitely be unfavorable to the emperor. We...we really want to meet them?"

Yang Ling was also a little nervous, but wouldn’t he be even more afraid if he showed timidity and worried about others? He forced himself to suppress the tension in his heart and nodded, "See! He did not turn back. When he retreated at this time, he would not only make people laugh at him, but also forever, you, I and the emperor will become people who are laughing at others!"

Yang Ling stood up and walked a few steps in the room, saying, "Hua Dang only brought 4,000 people. These people said there were a lot less, but when they sprinkled into the desert grassland, it was like a drop in the ocean, and there was no trace of the shadow. What's more, Boyan only paid attention to the movements of our Ming army. He did not set up a horse to explore the horse behind him, so he might not be able to discover it."

Yang Ling walked to the table, picked up the teapot and added hot tea to Zhang Yonghe himself, and continued: "The three guards of Duoyan often come to the border to rob. Even if Boyan knows, he will only think that he is taking advantage of the situation and robbing. It is impossible for the Tatars to understand the news that the emperor left the capital and came to Datong."

When Yang Ling said this, he suddenly remembered the cute and beautiful figure, riding on a horse and saying to him in the wind and snow: "Strange, after coming for so long, why hasn't the Maitreya Cult still moved? Is the Hong Maid deceived himself, or is the Maitreya Cult who didn't know that the emperor came to Datong, or does it have no gaps to take advantage of?"

The Maitreya Cult is not yet openly rebelling, especially Datong is like a barracks, with soldiers outside the city and soldiers inside the city. Even if the Maitreya Cult dreams of killing the emperor, there is no chance to take action here.

When Yang Ling thought of this, he put aside the threat that could not be threatened by the Wanma Army and continued to consider the movements of Boyan Khan. His army is now robbing and attacking in Huguan and Pingshun. Judging from the situation, he knows nothing about the news that the emperor is in Datong. However, if there is a fraud, his cavalry can speed back within one day, which is indeed the biggest threat.

When Yang Ling thought of this, he clapped gently. A man quietly flashed into the door. Yang Ling said, "Go, inform the local people in the factory to speed up collecting all the news, pay attention to all suspicious people, and report it immediately when there is any news!"

The monk responded and turned around. Yang Ling walked back to the table and grabbed the paper inkstone and said, "Yang Yiqing's army is close at hand, so I'm not busy notifying him. When Huadang arrives at Zuo, he will ask Yang Yiqing to dispatch the army. Now I will write a secret letter, asking the imperial envoy to send a golden seal, and let the Taiyuan commander commander commander commander Datong to prepare for the army. Tomorrow morning, I will personally take people to disguise themselves and rush to Baideng Mountain to survey the terrain and make preparations early."

Zhang Yong said worriedly: "Dress up in disguise? If you have fewer people in the land, don't encounter danger. It's better to bring two thousand iron cavalry with you."

Yang Ling shook his head and smiled, "There are no ones who know the alliance location. If I take thousands of troops to Baideng Mountain to stroll around the scenery, then it is obvious that the imperial envoy must have an intention to come here? Don't worry, there has always been peace and close to the city. The main force of the Tartars went to Pingshun again. I went to Baideng Mountain only you and I know who would wait for me there in advance? Then can't he become a living god?"

Jade merchant Bao Liuye walked down the stairs with a full meal in the "Baimei Pavilion", shaking and humming with a smile on his face. He just started a business, and it was not easy when the soldiers were in chaos.

The burly and honest coachman and bodyguard, Mongol, followed him conscientiously, and helped him from time to time to block other drinkers for him.

Walking to the doorway, the waiter who was in charge of the stable hurriedly took Mr. Bao's carriage over. Aman took the reins and a piece of paper had been handed quietly to his hands. Aman quietly helped Mr. Bao get onto the carriage. As soon as the curtain was put on the sedan chair, the carriage drove onto the street.
Chapter completed!