Listening to Li Dongyang's words, Yang Tinghe smiled slightly on his face, bowed and said, "Mr. Yang is so proud of Yongxiu. Yongxiu is young and young, so he will suffer a loss. When he returns home today, I will scold him a few words. I can't say that this may not be a bad thing."

Li Dongyang looked at Yang Tinghe, but in fact he was just a few words of comfort.

So what can you do if the situation is like this? Your Majesty’s personality is so perverse.

However, Li Dongyang also felt that Yang Tinghe was right. This may not be a bad thing for Yong Xiu, which means Yang Shen. It is a bad thing. He learns from his mistakes and becomes wise.

As for the anxiety under Yang Ting and Ci He's face, although Li Dongyang could vaguely feel it, he just thought it was because the emperor was so harsh on the Yang family, so he comforted him: "Your Majesty is young after all, and when you get older in the future, you will naturally be able to distinguish right from wrong."

After saying this, Li Dongyang went back to the public housing.

Yang Tinghe also returned to his public housing and ordered people to serve tea. As if nothing had happened, he smiled with the clerk who came to serve tea and said, "It's cold and the ground is frozen, and even the tea has a little bitterness. When spring comes, the spring tea will be worshiped and the bitterness will come."

After taking a sip of tea, Yang Tinghe watched the clerk who was serving tea go out, then his face turned cold and he waited quietly in the public room.

When Yang Shen thought of him, Yang Tinghe felt a stinging pain, but he knew very well that the crisis had not really passed, and he could not let the grief make him lose his calmness.

He knew that news would come to the palace soon.

But how should I deal with it myself?

What's more, Your Majesty is the prelude to killing all the people, or is it just a knock?

Yang Tinghe couldn't figure it out.

However, he knew that he had to do something. First, he was to protect himself; second, he was to protect himself.

After he decided, although he felt great pain in his heart, he still did as usual. He only pondered for a moment, then called the clerk and said, "Today, the court discussed that he gave up because of his majesty's anger. But has the Ministry of Rites been rewarded for the new army and herdsmen ever come out?"

The clerk said, "It's already out. I was going to discuss the discussion in the court, but why should I stop it for the time being? I believe that Your Majesty will discuss it with the Lords in the warm-up palace these days."

Yang Tinghe nodded and then said, "Come and take it and see."

After a while, the clerk took the reward book of the Ministry of Rites. Yang Tinghe only glanced briefly, then fixed his eyes at Ye Chunqiu's position, and said slowly: "The Duke of Zhenguo has made great contributions this time. Why did he give a reward of 300 yuan and add his son to his uncle?"

The clerk hesitated and said, "The Ministry of Rites believes that the Duke of Zhenguo has no rewards, so he has to push this merit to his son. This count is through..."

Before he finished listening, Yang Tinghe shook his head and said, "It's so shabby!" He said seriously, "Rewarding and punishing merits and demerits is the law of the country. If you don't reward merits or punishments, it will endanger the country. Why bother? Ye Chunqiu is the first-class merit, and he is just an earl who is grateful to his son. So what about the other second-class and third-class merits? Don't you even drink meat soup? The court is even stingy, and this is where to put those soldiers who have been born and died."

Yang Tinghe sighed, looked worried and said, "The only way for those who have made great rewards is to give their grace in order. Only in the future will everyone be willing to use their lives; is it true that there will be peace outside the pass? Not entirely, Batumonk's great trouble is still there! If this is not established as a trust, Batumonk will make a comeback in the future, who will be willing to use their lives?"

The clerk said: "The meaning of the Ministry of Rites is to be afraid that the favor of the people is too heavy, and even the court will be in the future..."

At this time, Yang Tinghe raised his face and said, "Don't say that. This time, the Tu Xie tribe was destroyed, how much money and food has been saved for the court? Because I want to reduce the burden on the court in the future, I am stingy. If everyone refuses to do their best, the burden of guarding against the Tatars is on the border army. The court has so many border army, how much money and food is spent every year? This is because of the small loss of big things. I only value the small profits in front of me, but I forgot the big profits! I will draw a charter to give Fei Zichong, the Minister of Rites, and you will immediately send it to the Ministry of Rites to make a good change."

Speaking of the new Minister of Rites Fei Hong, whose name is Zichong, was smart since childhood, and he was 13 years old. He was the first to be a 10-year-old. He was the first to be a 10-year-old at the age of 16. He was the first to be a 10-year-old in the Jiangxi Provincial Examination and the first to be a 10-year-old in the Palace Examination at the age of 20. He was highly appreciated by Emperor Xianzong Zhu Jianshen. Since then, because his father passed away, he returned to his hometown to guard the system for a while. Because this person was the first to be a 10-year-old, he rose to prominence and was also known for his integrity and had a close relationship with Yang Tinghe.

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. After writing it, he put the pen aside. However, when he put the pen down, his hands couldn't help but tremble. Only he knew that his heart... was still trembling at this moment.

However, the grief in his heart was covered tightly by him. He stroked his beard and smiled and said, "Go. Oh, tell Fei Zichong, after the constitution is revised, I will send it to Mr. Li to take a look."

Li Dongyang must have passed the pass.

The clerk nodded and responded, quickly picked up the note and prepared to say goodbye.

At this moment, noisy steps came from outside, and the eunuch's voice was very long: "Honor Yang, where is Mr. Yang?"

When Yang Tinghe heard this, his body was not easy to detect the earthquake, and finally came...

Yang Tinghe put his hand on his desk and tried his best to calm himself down.

He frowned on purpose and said, "What's the matter, who's making noise?"

The clerk who had not yet walked out of the door was about to say that the student went to ask, but at this time, the door was almost knocked open from the outside. One was Zhang Yong, the eunuch in charge of the imperial horse supervisor, and several other eunuchs also stumbled in.

Zhang Yong's actions have long attracted people from the cabinet, and many people followed him and whispered.

Yang Tinghe frowned, stood up, and bowed to Zhang Yong, his tone was plain and a little anger: "What is Eunuch Zhang doing?"

Zhang Yong raised his throat and said, "Just... something happened just now. Yang Gong, when Lingzi was just now, he was knocked over by someone to cross the Jinshui Bridge, he fell into the Yu River. Oh my God, in such a biting weather, he broke through the ice on the river and fell directly under the ice. The Shengong Prison has started to salvage along the river, but... but... it has not been seen yet. Yang Gong, let's say something that shouldn't have been said. After so long, I'm afraid... I'm afraid... I'm afraid... I'm afraid... I'm afraid... I'm sorry, Yang Gong is sad."

Zhang Yong was muttering at the top of his throat, but his eyes were cautiously watching the changes on Yang Tinghe's face.

He came on order, so naturally he should not be careless.8
Chapter completed!