Emperor Hongzhi was a little afraid of his wife. Although he was not confused about major issues, he was usually very fond of the queen. When he saw her furious, he was shocked. Queen Zhang glared at Li Dongyang, and new and old hatreds surged into his heart, and his pretty eyes were almost about to spit out a fire.

In the past, he could not give birth to a prince, so the group of people wrote letters all day long to ask the emperor to take a concubine. Yesterday, Li Dongyang wrote a copy of his brother and imprisoned him in prison. Today, he took advantage of Yang Ling's incident and dared to face him and scold him in person. What's wrong?

Empress Zhang said coldly: "The emperor chose virtuous people and was the first priority to virtue. Yang Ling's wife was seriously ill and her life was in danger. At this time, if Yang Ling received the imperial edict and abandoned his wife and went to court to face the emperor, what would happen?

That is to lose all conscience, and the heaven and earth cannot tolerate it! Heaven and earth kings and parents? Hum, you also know heaven and earth kings and parents! If a person does not cultivate virtue, does not respect heaven and earth, and does not value affection, will he be a loyal, filial, benevolent and righteous gentleman? At that time, should he respect the kings when he went to court or was he greedy for glory and wealth?"

Queen Zhang couldn't help but glar at her baby brother as she said that this little brother was really confused. He couldn't see the tricks that this group of scholars used to insidious tricks, and he even started to make trouble.

Empress Zhang changed her words and said to Emperor Hongzhi: "Your Majesty, I know that Your Majesty is angry that Yang Ling is betrayed the saints, but this also shows that Your Majesty has a wise eye like a torch and has known talents. How many wise ministers have never angered Tianyan since ancient times? Yang Ling is not greedy for power or profit, values ​​affection and righteousness, and has the style of ancient sages.

Didn’t Song Hong, during the reign of Emperor Guangwu of Han, disobey the saint’s intention on the grounds that “the wife of a scattered bran will not leave the court”? During the reign of Emperor Taizong of Tang, Fang Xuanling’s wife refused the order in court. Neither of these two ancient wise kings had been punished by their ministers. It can be seen that only when the saint kings are in the world will such wise ministers appear.”

Li Dongyang moved his kneeling legs and smashed his mouth, as if he was savoring the taste: "Well, I love hearing what the Empress said. It seems that women still have to study, otherwise they can't say this."

Zhang Yanling was stared at by his sister and was confused for a moment. It was not until then that I realized: "Oh, it turns out that these old guys scolded the bald man in front of the monk and secretly advised the emperor not to favor the official palace. Hey, these scholars are really full of twists and turns."

After figuring this out, Zhang Yanling immediately said at the top of his voice: "Emperor, the Empress is right, Yang Ling shouldn't have killed him!"

Hongzhi was moved by the queen's words. Thinking about what the queen said made sense. Yang Ling really wanted to abandon his wife and die without caring for him. Will such a person dare to use him in the future?"

He was thinking about it, and he heard his uncle shouting, and he couldn't help but say strangely: "Didn't Marquis Jianchang just now suggest that he be punished and made public to the world? Why shouldn't he be killed?"

Marquis Jianchang blushed and said, "This is the one, I just figured it out. There are priorities and urgent matters. Of course, the matter of doing things is serious and family matters is minor, but there is no urgent matter in the face of you, but the matter of saving people cannot be relieved. This."

Liu Jian couldn't help hearing his hard work, so he interrupted, "The Empress is right. The emperor is a benevolent king, so only a virtuous minister can come to serve him. Yang Ling's move is indeed a merit of his majesty's education, and he is very depressed."

He was wearing everything but flattering. Although Emperor Hongzhi knew what the old minister was thinking, he couldn't help but chuckled. He sat back next to the desk, thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "Everyone is up, everyone is up. After Yang Ling's trouble, he quarreled with me and my beloved ministers. Come on, continue drinking. Let's put Yang Ling's affairs aside for the time being, let's discuss it tomorrow."

The emperor wanted to put aside and discuss it again, which was equivalent to putting a vane bigger than the palace gate in front of the ministers. As long as it was not blind, who would not understand? If this person was not arrested immediately, he would have to discuss it again another day. What should he discuss? Should he carry a brocade to catch him or carry a shackle to catch him? Liu Jian and others were relieved and were very happy. Queen Zhang also felt that he had won the game back from Li Dongyang, and was content with sacrificing the cups at the palace banquet, and the beautiful situation of everyone being happy.

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Yang Ling hugged Young Lady's soft and lifeless body tightly. She was extremely anxious when she suddenly heard her Young Lady moan, and she suddenly felt like she heard the sound of fairy Le Lun. He was so excited that he called out, "Young Lady, Madam?"

After a while, Young Mother forced herself to respond again. Yang Ling was overjoyed. He tightened his sweaty palms. Seeing Young Mother was exhausted, he still couldn't open his eyes, for fear that she would fall asleep again. He hurriedly put his mother in her ear and said, "Young Mother, wake up quickly. You like your husband to hold you and talk. When you get better, your husband will hold you every night and chat with you. OK?"

"My dear wife, my husband is reluctant to leave you. Didn't you say you wanted to buy a jujube tree to plant in the yard two days ago? Let's buy it together one day and plant a jujube tree in the yard. If you say you want to raise chickens, then let's raise chickens. By the way, raise a watchdog, and it's enough to be lively.

Young mother, the capital is not as good as the countryside. You stay at home alone and have no entertainment. When you get ready, I will give birth to one with you as soon as possible. No! I will give birth to a dozen babies, so you can't be idle for a moment. Do you like it? You have to live to do these things with your husband, otherwise your husband will have to ask for another beautiful wife, chat with her, plant trees with her, and raise them with her."

"No," Han Youniang twisted her body for a moment, and suddenly said something moaning. Yang Ling's words stopped suddenly. He froze for a while before he raised his head from the wet hair of Youniang and stared at her ecstatically.

Under the light, the young lady's face was still a morbid red color, with fine sweat beads on her nose, but the rose-colored rash lines between her neck had completely disappeared, and the gray complexion was gone. Her long eyelashes trembled for a while, she opened her eyes slightly, but closed them tiredly, and moaned, "Mr., I'm so tired, I don't want to open my eyes."

Yang Ling hurriedly said: "Okay, don't open it, don't open it, just like this, just like this."

The room was quiet, and only the pounding heartbeats of two people were heard. Yang Ling felt that the young lady's little hands gradually became warm. He touched her forehead with his cheeks, which was just warm. He couldn't help but breathe a long sigh.

After a while, the young lady seemed to have accumulated enough strength. She twisted her delicate body and said weakly: "My husband, it's so hot." Yang Ling hurriedly said: "Don't move, be careful of being exposed to the wind, the pills have not been melted yet."

The young lady nodded and panted, "Can you be gentler? You are so angry that you can't breathe."

Yang Ling almost grabbed the ground with her head, and the young lady was so stressed that she couldn't breathe. He thought that the young lady had no strength to speak yet. Yang Ling hurriedly supported the ground with her elbow and slightly supported her body. Han Youniang gasped for a while and slowly opened her eyes. She looked at Yang Ling's sweaty face and said lovingly: "Honey, Young lady feels much better, you can rest."

Yang Ling nodded, moved a little bit and leaned against her. Young lady closed her eyes and said softly after a while: "Honey, Young lady still wants to listen to you."

"Well! What are you talking about? Usually I fall asleep, you lie in my ear and say it," Yang Ling said blankly. Young lady said with a hint of shame: "Like you, Young lady has never heard from her husband before, I like it very much."

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As soon as the news of Yang Ling's resistance to the order to save his wife spread in Beijing, all the "clothes" in the capital, regardless of their high or low status, stood by Yang Ling and shook flags and shouted for him.

The officials in the capital were also divided into two factions, fighting each other red and quarreling. As a result, as soon as the court came, the minister with a daughter in the family was bombarded with fatigue, and at night, he was blown by his wives and concubines. He was not firm in his position and immediately raised a white flag and decided to pretend to be deaf and mute about this matter. The Yang faction immediately became a single person.

As soon as the news that the emperor did not immediately issue an order to arrest Yang Ling, some censors with a more sensitive sixth sense began to stand on Yang Ling's side, check the archaeological examples, read the files, and began to prepare for the future, finding a theoretical basis for Yang Ling's behavior.

The scholars in the capital also talked about this. A scholar named Yan Song even wrote a long essay to spread everywhere. He first praised Emperor Hongzhi as a bunch of flowers like Yao and Shun's rebirth, and quoted classics and praised Yang Ling for being educated by His Majesty. The king was wise and the ministers were loyal. He blew the whole story. It seemed that if he was not like this, he would not be a wise ruler, and his ministers would not be loyal ministers.

Yang Ling was too busy to hand over himself. He wrote a letter and asked Wu Jie to bring the chicken back and ask the Han family and his son to go to Beijing immediately. As he thought, he would go to jail even if he refused to die. Young lady was cured of illness, so he did not dare to mention it to her at all. He just hoped that the Han family and his son would arrive in Beijing as soon as possible, so that Young lady could take care of her.

Seeing that Young Mother was sick and weak, Yang Ling went to buy a little maid to take care of her. When she went to the government to register the master and servant documents, the people in the yamen even rushed to block the door and watched. It was a whistle and whistle that they looked at each other less.

The next morning, the first time she didn't call him with her young lady, Yang Ling, who was full of worries, got up early. He cleaned up and looked at her young lady who was still sleeping in love, quietly called the little girl Yun'er and rushed to the Forbidden City.

Yang Ling was afraid that he would miss the time before he recovered. He hired a car on the way and came to the corner gate as usual. The guards of the Forbidden Palace checked his waist sign and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang, the inner palace has long been sent out. If Mr. Yang comes, there is no need to go to the Eastern Palace to attend the lecture. Just kneel outside the Meridian Gate and wait for the imperial edict."

Yang Ling was stunned and bowed, "Yes, thank you General." He staggered to the palace gate. The civil and military ministers wearing court uniforms and holding tablets were waiting for the palace gate to open. When he saw a sixth-rank official coming over, he couldn't help but look surprised and performed a tribute of attention.

Yang Ling did not look squinting, walked straight to the front of the palace gate and knelt down straightly, bowing his head without saying a word.

The flat stone slab just knelt down and it was nothing, but after a long time, my knees were sore and painful. There was an official at the gate of the palace to inspect the appearance of civil and military officials. Yang Ling is now a criminal minister and dare not act rashly and then give the people a real person. He had to force himself to endure it.

Soon, the melodious bell sounded from afar, and the first ray of light in the sky shone on the vermilion palace gate. The palace gate opened in response to the sound, and all officials came to the court. Yang Ling lowered his head and saw only a pair of official boots walking by his side, making a slight rustling sound.

The morning court began, time passed by minute by minute. Yang Ling supported the ground with his hands, his knees were so numb that he lost consciousness, and his neck became sore because he always maintained a posture, and sweat dripped from his forehead one by one.

The bell rings and the tripod sounds, and a group of officials come out one after another and walks past Yang Ling. Yang Ling is excited: The morning court has passed, so the emperor should summon him. But after waiting for a long time, the palace is still quiet.

Yang Ling couldn't help but feel desperate. Could it be that the emperor wanted to kneel down here? He could no longer stand the hidden torture of maintaining a posture for a long time. Yang Ling tried hard to press the ground with both hands, stars in front of him were rising, and the muscles on his neck were trembling.

Yang Ling didn't know how he lasted until the end of Wu Dynasty. He didn't wake up until a little eunuch walked in front of him and called out loudly: "Mr. Yang, Your Majesty announces that you will enter the palace." He woke up...

After a long time, Yang Ling climbed up and shook his way, following the little eunuch and walked towards the palace, crossing the Jinshui Bridge, passing through the Taihe Gate, passing through the Taihe Hall, Zhonghe Hall, Baohe Hall, and passing through the Qianqing Gate. Yang Ling, led by the little eunuch, entered the inner court, and Yang Ling's heart gradually calmed down. When the emperor saw him in the inner palace, it seemed that there was no beheading.

Yang Ling was led to a hall, and the little yellow gate bowed and sang: "Report to the emperor, Yang Ling is asking for a meeting."

An old eunuch inside said loudly: "Your Majesty has an order, I will announce his meeting!" Yang Ling stepped into the door and saw Emperor Hongzhi wearing a bright yellow casual robe, standing behind the desk, painting. The eunuch named Miao Kui next to him, Momo Mo was serving the imperial study. There was no one else except them.

Yang Ling hurriedly took two steps and knelt down and said, "The criminal Yang Ling bowed to the emperor, and the criminal was dead!"

Hongzhi seemed to have not heard it. He looked at the drawing paper, picked up the pen and outlined it for a while, then put it down and smiled, "How?" Miao Kui praised, "Your Majesty's brushwork is powerful and charming, which is really a masterpiece."

Hongzhi laughed and said, "What do you know? Haha, Yang Shidu, come and see how I painted this painting?"

When Yang Ling saw him chatting and laughing, he didn't mention his words about his resistance to the order, he couldn't help but feel strange. He responded uneasyly, stood up and leaned over to Hongzhi to look at the imperial desk. He saw a mountain painted on the paper, with trees growing on the peak, and a straight green pine tree slowly emerged from the thick ink on the top of the mountain, as if he was about to penetrate the clouds. There were still mountains in the distance. Although the whole painting was simple, the brushwork was indeed quite good.

Yang Ling didn't know how to draw, but he had good calligraphy in his previous life and remembered a lot of ancient poems. Seeing that the landscape is suitable for the thickness and light, but he could not evaluate it, he took a clever idea: "Your Majesty is very powerful, and what is even more rare is that this painting has profound meaning and ambitions for the whole world. Seeing this pine tree with many programs, even if you have many programs, the building must be a pillar of the building."

A strange color flashed in Hongzhi's eyes and said with a faint smile: "Yang Qingmo only saw this strange pine. Look at the trees on this mountain, some of which are thin and straight, which can be made of rafters, and some are straight and thick, which can be made of pillars, but more are the strange and distorted, so they have to chop them into wood."

He smiled casually, but there was a cold feeling on the corner of his lips: "Yang Qing, are you willing to be a pillar of the beam, a rafter material or a bundle of chopped firewood?"

Yang Ling knelt down on the ground without thinking and shouted: "I am willing to be a material for cider!"

Miao Kui shook for a while and almost knocked over the Duan inkstone in his hand. Hongzhi thought he was working hard and said generously. Unexpectedly, he could hear such a word from him. Hongzhi was stunned for a while before he said in surprise: "What? Are you willing to be a material for citron?"

Yang Ling bowed his head and said, "Yes, my ministers and civil servants cannot help Your Majesty govern the country and the world as Liu Xie and Sangong. Wu cannot lead thousands of troops and horses to fight in the desert grasslands and show his power. Therefore, I am willing to be a material for cider, so that I can guard every village and county for Your Majesty and benefit the people and the ministers will be satisfied."

Hongzhi laughed silently when he heard this. He felt that although this minister had a strategy, he was straightforward and cute. He was just a naughty man. He caught Yang Ling talking, his knees were still trembling slightly. He didn't know if he was scared or knelt outside the Meridian Gate. A hint of pity emerged in his heart: "Forget it, let's make him kneel up for the Meridian Gate today, and it was a punishment in front of all civil and military officials. This person still needs to be used. If he is scared to do things from now on, it will be more than worth the loss."

He smiled and said, "Get up, you are willing to compare with your dear friends, Liu, Xie and Li. This spirit is already very high. They have also achieved your status day by day from your age and your identity. When you were like you, you might not have the ambition you are today, so you don't have to be as fond of yourself."

He said that after he went back to the desk, he picked up the pen and wrote the painting under the title, "Thousands of pine trees, even though there are many programs, the building is finally the material of pillars." Then he handed it to Yang Ling: "I will give you this painting. I hope you remember what you said today and always reflect on yourself. Haha, you should step down."

Yang Ling took Hongzhi's Mo Bao Danqing for some reason, with a little confused expression. The emperor hung himself outside the palace gate for a whole morning, came in and gave him a face, and sent him home? This is really unpredictable.

He said with relief: "Yes, I'm leaving." As he said that, he raised Zhang Hua high above his head with both hands and retreated respectfully. When Emperor Hongzhi saw him withdrawing from the imperial study room, a smile appeared in his eyes. He nodded slightly and said: "I am not self-righteous, so I am not proud of myself; I am not proud of myself, so I am better off; well, at a young age, if I have such insights, I will not be in vain for my cultivation. Miao Kui sent an order, and Yang Ling was dismissed from the Eastern Palace and was appointed as an officer in the Shenji Camp."

Miao Kui was shocked and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, Yang Ling has just been punished and was promoted to a central officer. I am afraid that the court officials will criticize him again. Emperor, should he be the deputy chief minister first and then be promoted slowly?"

Hongzhi smiled bitterly and thought to himself: "I don't want to train slowly, but I'm afraid that my destiny will be over and there is no time left. Now, the three ministers in the central six ministries of the court are old ministers, and the masters are old. Although they are loyal, they are ministers after all. If I don't help my son with another force and balance the internal and external ministers, how can my son control this ten thousand miles of country and the civil and military affairs of the court?"

Emperor Hongzhi thought about it and waved his hand and said, "Forget it, the order is to arrange for him to serve in Shenji Camp. As for the specific position, Wang Yue supervised the 12th Regiment Battalion. He has always been doing things safely, so let him arrange it.

By the way, I will give him two more bottles of golden sore medicine. Yesterday, Yang Ling resisted the order and asked for medical treatment with his wife. Today, I will give him an order to apply medicine to his husband. Hahaha!"

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Chapter completed!