Jiao Fang smiled and said, "Yes, it's just Wang Jiao and Liu Fang, who just returned from being rejected, are you afraid that I will return in vain. Lord Yang is a capable minister in front of the emperor. I have something to ask for help."

Yang Ling's heart flashed and suddenly said, "Did the Lord come for Xinyang? I'm not hiding it, the emperor has advised the emperor." Yang Ling told him the book of the matter and sighed softly: "The emperor is young and does not know the affairs of the people. Some things may not be explained clearly to the emperor. There is nothing to do with the emperor now."

Jiao Fang is not like Wang Yang, Yang Fang and others talk about the scholarly solar term. Although he is over 70 years old, his desire for fame and fortune has not diminished at all. Now Yang Ling is a red and purple figure in front of Emperor Zhengde. He has long been interested in making friends, so although his official position is higher than Yang Ling, his attitude towards Yang Ling is extremely humble.

After hearing Yang Ling's words, Jiao Fang frowned and thought for a while, and said carefully: "The emperor has lived in the palace since he was a child. He does not know the sufferings of the people. To be honest, Lord Yang is from Biyang, Henan, and his hometown is also among the disasters. Now the victims of the disaster are hungry in Henan, and the only place is the disaster victim. Relatives and friends from Biyang, Xinyang and other places come to Beijing to entrust each other. I have to make a statement on the emperor. Since I cannot give a direct advice, I want to ask for each other tactfully, but I have to lend a helping hand to this matter, and I hope Lord Yang will help you."

"Oh? If it can be helpful to the people, Yang Ling will agree. I wonder what the elders have to say?" Yang Ling said hurriedly.

When Jiao Fang heard his promise, he hurriedly came up to whisper to him. Yang Ling looked at him in surprise and said to himself: "Although the emperor is young, he is still a 15 or 16-year-old boy. Although he is stubborn, can he appreciate such a child's trick?"

However, since the old man said that, he might as well help him. If he really succeeds, he will have immeasurable merit. Yang Ling nodded and said, "This is easy to deal with. Let's go now. I'll prepare something tomorrow and wait for the emperor to summon him."

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After the morning court, Emperor Zhengde set up a tour of the Zhonghe Hall. As soon as he entered the hall gate, he yawned and complained to Yang Ling who was waiting here: "I get up so early every day and am so sleepy. The most hateful thing is the kind of dragon chaise. I told me that the person who made the dragon chaise must have a grudge against the emperor. The chair board is too hard and it is uncomfortable to sit. The back of the chair is too deep and the waist cannot borrow strength. The armrests on both sides are too far away, and I can't support it even if I want to. It's so tiring to sit on it."

Yang Ling wanted to laugh after hearing this. He remembered that there was a carpenter emperor in the Ming Dynasty, but he didn't think it was him. He heard what he said so well. Could it be that the descendants of the Zhu family are talented in carpenter work?

Seeing the emperor talking about these things, Gu Dayong hurriedly sent out all the palace maids and eunuchs. Although Liu Jin was a popular person in front of Emperor Zhengde, his position had not changed much yet, and he was still the eunuch of the bell and drums. He was busy with the court and was busy. At this time, he had no time to come to serve the emperor. The rest of Ma Yongcheng, Zhang Yong and others had their own affairs, and Gu Dayong was the only one who served the emperor.

Zhengde sat behind Longshu's desk, picked up a crispy snack from the brocade box on the table and ate it while vaguely saying: "By the way, you said Henan has many treasures. Today, I want someone to offer some rare items. Come and take them to me and take them."

Yang Ling smiled and winked at Gu Dayong. Gu Dayong had already received his instructions. He hurried to the front of the hall and shouted loudly: "See Jiao Fang, Minister of the Ministry of Publicity,!"

After a while, Jiao Fang, who was white-haired, ran over from the front hall with her sleeves. When she walked to the front door, she gasped for a while before stepping into the threshold and knelt down, shouting: "I have seen the emperor."

Zhengde took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Please get up, I heard that there are many treasures in Henan. Have you brought them here? Come and show me."

Jiao Fang kowtowed and said, "Your Majesty, Henan does not produce gold, silver, or jewelry and jade. The so-called treasures are just living things that are rare in other places. I am afraid that the Holy Lord will be shocked."

When Zhengde heard this, he said that gold, silver and jewelry, what's so fun about that kind of thing? When he heard that it was a rare living thing elsewhere, he felt even more itchy. The young man came forward and ignored the emperor's majesty. He patted the table and smiled impatiently: "Hurry up, take it out and show me, I like these things."

"Yes, I obey the order!" Jiao Fang looked up at Yang Ling, Yang Ling smiled and nodded to him imperceptibly. Jiao Fang was relieved.

He is really taking great risks when he makes advice today. If the emperor is not happy or angry when he sees the things he has presented, he will lose rice. If he doesn't do it well, he will have to go to Tianzhu to accompany Wang Qiong. Now Yang Ling nods in agreement. If the emperor gets angry later, it shouldn't be a problem if he keeps him.

Jiao Fang gritted his teeth and took out three small boxes from his sleeves, held them respectfully in his hand, and said, "The other treasures in my hometown are not produced, and all the ones they produce are rare things. Please read them by the emperor."

Zhengde said anxiously: "Get up, get up, take it over and show me." Jiao Fang got up and placed three boxes on the Longshu desk in front of Zhengde. Jiao Fang carefully opened a box and gently pushed it in front of Zhengde.

Zhengde opened his eyes wide and saw a golden claw in the box, which was translucent. He was covered with a thick ink shell on his back and a hook on his long tail, like a mighty general. He couldn't help but smile in surprise: "What is this? It's so interesting!"

As he said that, he was about to reach out to touch the mo. Yang Ling quickly grabbed him and said, "Prince, be careful, this thing is called a scorpion, it is poisonous. If it is stung by the hook on its tail, it is unbearable to suffer pain, so don't touch it."

Zhengde said happily: "It turns out that this cute little thing is a scorpion. He is very majestic and beautiful. I have heard of the name of the Five Poisons, but unfortunately I have never seen them. I will put all these poisons together and ask them to bite them. I will see who they are more poisonous. Take out what else in the box, and take it out and take a look."

Gu Dayong picked up the box lid and covered the box, opened another one. There was a soft thing in the box, black and swung around quickly in the box. Zhengde was displeased when he saw it, frowned and said, "What is this?"

Jiao Fang said: "Go back to the emperor, this thing is called Qian Chuanzi. The people of Henan live in poverty and have no spare money. Look at this living thing, like a string of money, so I use it to make fun of it, hoping that one day the family will be richer."

Zhengde said 'oh' and said uninterestedly: "This money skewer is not fun, what is the third one?"

Jiao Fang opened another box, lifted the lid, and a buzzing sound, a small thing flew out from inside, and turned around in the hall twice, and flew out of the hall gate with a whistle.

Emperor Zhengde was stunned for a moment, and he smiled in surprise and said, "What is this? Is it a bird? Why did it fly away?"

Yang Ling saw such an ordinary thing, and it looked so pitiful. But when he thought about the corn seedlings that had been passed by the city when he came to the countryside, he wondered why this weed grew so neatly, so it was not surprising that the prince did not recognize these things.

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Your Majesty, this thing is called cicada, also called cicada, because its sound is like the word 'cicada'. This thing eats wind and dew, and eats tree sap."

Although Jiao Fang has a lot of knowledge, since ancient times, people have thought that cicadas grew up drinking dew. Some people wrote poems to praise the nobleness of cicadas. It was the first time he heard about sucking tree sap. He couldn't help but look at Yang Ling, and then echoed the emperor: "Mr. Yang is right. Henan has either drought or flooding for years. There is no food in the field. Even birds are almost starving to death. Only such living creatures that do not need to eat can survive."

Zhengde couldn't believe it after hearing this: "Is Henan so poor? The treasures produced there are. They are these scorpions, cicadas, and money skewers? Poor! So pitiful."

Jiao Fang took the opportunity to kneel down and said, "The emperor is merciful. The late emperor and the emperor ruled the country and the people were in peace and prosperity, but Henan has been suffering from natural disasters for several years, so the people live very poor. Although there is no tragic news about changing children, many people have been unable to stop eating. I met a few villagers who escaped two days ago, and only then did I realize the seriousness of the disaster in my hometown.

Although I am from Henan, I am also a minister of the emperor, so I dare not exaggerate this matter and do not dare to know the truth and not deceive the emperor. So I took the liberty to report to the heavens and ask the emperor to be the master of the people of Henan."

Zhengde then understood what he meant. He looked at the box on the table again and said with a laugh: "Mr. Jiao is a good method. Forget it, I will allow you, Henan to use the memorials of his ministers, to exempt Henan from money and food. Since I have given Ende, if you want to exempt me, I will exempt you from taxes for five years in Henan. What do I think?"

Jiao Fang was overjoyed when he heard this. He knelt down on the ground with a loud bang, knocking his head loudly, and even calling out the emperor's wiseness. The words of praise were endless like floods. Even Zhengde felt unbearable when he heard this. He covered his mouth and laughed: "Forget it, let's go down, I will give the order in the afternoon."

Zhengde saw Yang Ling standing aside with a smile, and couldn't help but glar at him with a smile on his face and said, "Don't be proud. Today, I thought there was something rare to play with, but I was very disappointed. This matter was on you. Within three days, you will find something fun for me to do."

Yang Ling smiled and replied, and accompanied Jiao Fang, the Minister of Personnel, to kowtow and thank him, and left the hall together. Jiao Fang held Yang Ling's hand and thanked him repeatedly, excitedly speaking incoherently.

When Yang Ling heard that the Henan people would be grateful for his righteous deeds, he couldn't help but smile and said, "This may not be the case. Most ministers in the court misunderstood their subordinates. I'm afraid that even Yang Fang, who is a member of Henan, and Wang Jiao, treat me as an enemy."

Jiao Fang waved his hand and said disdainfully: "Don't pay attention to them. The people only recognize who gives them food and who allows them to live. As for those bookworms who know etiquette but don't pay attention to them."

Jiao Fang was a Jinshi in the eighth year of Tianshun. In the early years of Hongzhi, he was transferred to the prefect of Huozhou and promoted to the deputy envoy of Sichuan Tuxue, and transferred to Huguang. Soon, he was moved to Nanjing Youtongzheng, and later he was promoted to the Right Minister of the Ministry of Rites until he was appointed as the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel.

In order to show his talent, he often wrote letters and reported things, and expressed his own opinions on matters about the court and local areas, hoping to attract the attention of Emperor Hongzhi and be able to use him.

Unfortunately, officials at that time had some regional plots. Although he served in the Ministry of Rites, Ministry of Personnel, Minister of Shangshu Wang Qiong and Ma Wensheng, they were loyal to the court, they could not do their best in their personal ethics. Jiao Fang's memorials were often suppressed by them and they were not punished. Most of these officials were from the south, so Jiao Fang hated southern officials very much.

Nowadays, except for the Grand Secretary Liu Jian, most of the people who have taken power are talented men from Zhejiang, Hunan and Jiangxi, so there are not many officials he can see in this court.

Yang Ling is from Jiming, a fellow countryman from the north and a close minister of the emperor. He just helped him so that he could explain his hometown, so Jiao Fang was naturally grateful.

When Jiao Fang heard Yang Ling say that he was discriminated against by the court officials, he thought of the exclusion he had suffered, and couldn't help but feel a sense of hatred against the enemy. He immediately bowed and said, "Mr. Yang is doing good deeds today, saving hundreds of thousands of people in Henan. If you want to send something in the future, you only need to know what you can. I can only agree with everything."

Yang Ling smiled, thanked him, and bowed to him to send the adult away. Now he just wants to live as much as possible in his limited life. When he can do good things, he will do some things. Although others can't ask for opportunities for the rest of his life, he has no ambitions, so he didn't take any words from the Deputy Minister of the Organization Department of the CPC Central Committee to heart.

After the Wu Dynasty passed, Zhengde breathed a sigh of relief. He returned to the Qianqing Palace to slap the ceremonial guards. While eating snacks, he asked the eunuch to call Ma Yongcheng and some other people to find some fresh ways to relieve his boredom. At this time, someone outside said: "Liu Jian, the Grand Secretary of Wuying Palace, Li Dongyang, the Grand Secretary of Jinshen Palace, and Xie Qian, the Grand Secretary of Huagai Palace, and ask for the emperor."

Emperor Zhengde said a word, and quickly lifted the curtain in a panic and stuffed the candied fruit box in. Last time he didn't care. When he met Liu Jian, he was placed a box of dried fruits on the table. When Liu Jian saw it, he immediately made a statement, blaming the emperor for not paying attention to the dragon body, eating randomly, not eating according to the time. Zhengde apologized and sweared not to eat randomly in the future. Liu Jian gave up. If they saw it today, the three great scholars spoke together, would they still survive?

Zhengde hid the candied box before sat down and said, "Please invite three great scholars to enter the palace."

Three old men outside the hall gate walked into the hall. The three great scholars came together today for a major event. The new king succeeded to the throne and had no master in the six palaces. Although the emperor was not old, this matter had to be arranged as soon as possible.

Of course, Zhengde could not make any decision on the matter of taking over the queen. When they came, they only asked the emperor for the consent of the etiquette. As long as he nodded, someone would naturally handle the whole process. The emperor would just wait to enter the bridal chamber.

What a great thing it is to choose the queen, be a fan Zhongguan, and be respectful ceremony. Although it is not as important as the emperor's selection of heirs, it is much more transparent. The mother of the world's main palace must be carefully selected by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. After selecting the candidates, the internal officials and the cabinet accompany the Queen Mother. The queen later made a discussion and decision. The person chosen is secondly. He must be the daughter of an official family, with a clean life experience, virtuous and virtuous virtue, and can be the mother of the world.

At this time, Emperor Zhengde, in addition to having a vague feeling of Tang Yixian, was still confused about the relationship between men and women. The matter in the bed was even more like a rolling pin to blow fire, and he knew nothing. So what made the three great scholars overjoyed was that Emperor Zhengde, who had discussed anything that made them feel a headache these days, cooperated surprisingly and did not make any comments.

The three great masters were holding their shoulders and had a fighting face. As long as Zhengde opposes, they will immediately start a verbal battle. Seeing Emperor Zhengde cooperate so well, the three old ministers said happily and went straight to the Office of the Internal Affairs to talk about the election of Queen Lin.

Emperor Zhengde didn't quite understand what it means to choose a wife for himself. He took out candied fruit from under the table, picked it up and took a few bites, and lay on the table for a while, but still didn't think that this matter had anything to do with him.

When he looked up and saw Yang Ling standing in front of him, Emperor Zhengde suddenly slapped his head and said, "I just remembered that you seem to have not been home for a long time, right? You don't have to stay in the palace today. Go home. Anyway, you don't need to court early, and you don't need to be so early tomorrow."

Haha, I remember that my father was with my mother and queen when he left the court. If he went there less times, my mother would be unhappy. If you left for so long, my sister must not be happy. I told her not to blame me. Look, take this box of candied fruit back and treat me as a gift to my sister and sister."

When Yang Ling heard Zhengde let him go home, he was so happy that his 3,600 pores all opened. He didn't care about being polite to Emperor Zhengde anymore. He hurriedly thanked him happily, took the box of candied fruit, ran to meet Liu Biao first, and told him to restrain the officers and soldiers, and that he would move his troops to the imperial village soon.

Then he asked for a fast horse, and as soon as he left the palace, he turned over and headed straight for Huguo Temple like an arrow. At this time, the people in the city lived as usual, but their clothes were plain and white towels were wrapped around their heads. Along the way, he could faintly hear the melodious bells floating in the temple.

The 30,000 bells in the temples of Wang Qiong were ringing, and the day and night were not allowed to rest. Today is the third day, and the number of times they were probably not too fast. Although no one counted for them, the monks were dedicated and did not dare to be careless at all. It is said that some temples had broken several bells.

Yang Ling ran to Huguosi Street and as soon as he entered the alley of his house, he saw a sedan chair coming towards him. Two servants in green clothes followed him and wiped his body by the sedan chair.

Yang Ling turned over and got off the horse, walked to his door happily with the horse, and pushed it. The gate of the courtyard was not closed. Yang Ling immediately pushed open the gate and led the horse in.

As soon as he entered the yard, he saw Xue Limei standing bent over at the corner of the yard. Her neck was slender and her skin was condensed. Just looking at the side, the elegant and charming figure was indescribable.

However, this beautiful woman with a good temperament is wearing a cloth clothes, wearing a blue apron, with a white silk wrapped around her head, and a small dustpan on her slender waist. She is sprinkling chicken food into a small corner made of firewood branches at the corner of the yard.

Hearing the sound, Xueli Mei turned her head and saw that it was him. She was shocked and happy. She happily put down the dustpan and rushed to meet her excitedly, opened her mouth and called out, "Big", Yang Ling immediately silenced her voice and laughed whispered: "Don't shout, is the young lady inside? I'll sneak in."

Xue Limei had a hint of envy on her face. She nodded quickly and said in a coquettish voice: "Well, sister is here, someone has just come to visit the adults. Seeing that you are not at home, he also said that the new emperor's throne ceremony has been completed in the past two days, and the adults will come back soon. Sister Young Mother and us were so happy that they heard this. Hehe, I didn't expect that the adults would really come back as soon as he left."

"Oh?" Yang Ling asked casually while tying the reins of the horse to the big locust tree: "Who is looking for me? What's the matter with me?"

Xue Limei followed the tree gently, pursed her hair scattered from her forehead and smiled: "The young man seemed to be full of worries, but he didn't tell us. He only said that he was the third son of the Minister of Rites, named Wang Jinglong, and said that he would come to visit him tomorrow."

"Wang Jinglong?" This name is so familiar. Yang Ling suddenly remembered that Wang Jinglong was the true emperor of Yu Tangchun in history. Needless to say, it was because Old Wang Qiong was locked up for more than ten days. The three great scholars still refused to let the emperor go. The Wang family couldn't help but beg for his door.

Unexpectedly, Wang Jinglong and Yu Tangchun met. If this is fate, I don’t know if this lover, who was originally destined to be together, will still be destined to be together. Yang Ling remembers that Su San and Xuelimei in that story finally married Wang Jinglong and became his favorite concubine.

Yang Ling thought to himself, and looked Xuelimei with a strange look. Xuelimei was puzzled. Seeing that Yang Jiagong was staring at her with a bright look, her careful look, Yang Jiagong, who had not seen for many days, looked a little more mature and masculine. Her heart couldn't help but jump, and a hint of shame appeared in her eyes for no reason, and a pretty white jade-like face rose up.

Yang Ling woke up and said that these things were useless. Anyway, Wang Jinglong would come tomorrow. If Su San and Xuelimei were destined to be destined to be with him, it would be better to succeed. The Wang family and the scholarly family would not compromise Xuelimei and the others.

Yang Ling thought clearly, so she put aside her worries, handed the horse whip to Xuelimei, smiled at her, and tiptoed towards her door. The door was half-closed, and a smell of meat came towards her. Yang Ling's heart was filled with the feeling of happiness of seeing her beloved.

He quietly leaned his head and looked inside, and saw Han Youniang sitting in front of the stove with her back facing her. She was wearing a moon-white skirt, and the lining must have been removed, so her thin clothes made her petite body thinner than before. Her slender waist was about to tie, but her small buttocks were still so plump.
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