The rise of the prince

Chapter 652
The East Palace, which used to be lively in the past, is much deserted at this moment. Since King Pingnan was conferred the title of King Jin after the great victory in the North, almost no one came to the Prince's Mansion anymore.

The same goes for the officials from the six ministries who have been running behind the prince before. The prince sent someone to invite them, but they just shirked that they had something to do, or they were sick or not at home.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the crown prince is about to end this time. If only Li Xingzhou won like a god, it might not be enough to seal the victory, but the emperor added Prince Jin. If he didn't have the heart of being easy to reserve, such a conferment would be simply compelling Infighting.

The emperor is naturally not that stupid, so everyone understands the meaning. I am afraid that when Prince Jin returns from the north, the prince's good life will come to an end. The six officials attached to the prince for their own profit. Not waiting to die, everyone is thinking about how to sever contact with the prince.

This kind of change was obviously unexpected for the crown prince, and Mr. Fang had already been pissed off by him.

So when everyone suddenly defected, the prince had already lost his temper for several days. People dare to speak.

Under the scorching sun, the atmosphere in the mansion was dead silent, and people came and went in a hurry, bowing their heads and not daring to speak loudly. After a servant hesitated outside the hall for a long time, he knocked on the door tremblingly.

At this time, the prince's expression declined, and he lost his previous expression.

"Get out, get out!" the prince said.

The servant was so frightened that he knelt down, "Your Highness! The villain didn't do it on purpose. In fact, someone outside asked to see him. He has been waiting for more than two hours, and he couldn't be driven away. The villain. The villain came to ask."

"Let him go!"

"Yes, the villain is going to drive him away!" The servant got up in a hurry, and crawled out.

The prince sat there in a daze, pouring himself a drink.

Yang Hongzhao was waiting outside the gate of the East Palace in plain clothes, and he had to avoid eyes and ears, his hands trembling slightly.

It was difficult for him to take this step, but it was not as difficult as he imagined. On the day he entered Beijing, many people scolded him as a national traitor. From the South Main Gate to the Meridian Gate, the saliva along the way was enough to drown him. He survived .

Afterwards, many literati and celebrities gathered at Donghuamen to express their wishes, saying that he was not good in battle, that he was a national traitor, and that he was a national traitor, and he wanted the emperor to punish him severely.

At that time, he began to be a little scared. He had thought a lot on the way, and he felt that he was responsible for losing this battle, but he would not lose his life. His plan was correct. At most, there was a delay due to caution. Yu Tong Guan and Yang Hu, who were greedy and plundered, caused the people of Yanshan Mansion to revolt angrily, and then a chain reaction led to a series of subsequent failures.

But now that these scholars are making such a fuss, it doesn't matter whether he is wrong or not. If the trouble is too serious, even if he is right, the emperor may have to kill him in order to stabilize people's hearts.

Jing Guo didn't kill civil officials, but he never showed mercy when killing warriors. The tragedy of Zhu Yue, the former Wude envoy, was only two or three years ago, and he still vividly remembers it.

Even so, he was still stable, honestly pleaded guilty to the court, and then was temporarily dismissed from his post at home, waiting for Yushitai to be released. The reason for this is that there are still things in his heart that he can't let go of, and he can still hold on.

That is the life and death of the son.

Guo Yaoshi said he was dead, but Yang Hongzhao didn't believe him. He was besieged by the Liao army, so he might have surrendered. As long as he surrendered, the Liao people might not kill him.

The more he thought about those things, the more he began to cry. Why did he teach his son to serve the country with loyalty and loyalty? If he taught him to be a general, he would rather die than surrender. He did this since he was a child.
But he still didn't give up, he had to wait, no one broke into the Yanshan mansion, and he didn't believe the day Yang Jianye died.

That's why he was able to keep silent in the face of unanimous criticism from the courtiers, and pretended not to hear the angry scolding of the literati and common people, allowing others to talk. scolded his son.

Many people are by the river or in restaurants and teahouses, leisurely and solemnly saying that Yang Jianye is brave and foolish, and that he deserves his own death, and they also quote analogies from classics.

He gritted his teeth and still held back, because if he had a conflict with someone at that time, he might give the officer an excuse.
(As a digression, some people may find it strange that Yang Hongzhao should be afraid of such a trivial matter as a former official? For example, during the Northern Song Dynasty, Di Qing was an official to the privy envoy, one of the two ministers, and a first-rank official. But only because he was a warrior Because of his background, the officials attacked him together: his black dog has horns, which is an evil omen!

Emperor Renzong had no choice but to take care of him in every possible way, and even personally begged Wen Yanbo, who was under the Tongzhong Shumen at that time, but it was still useless.In the end, he had no choice but to dismiss Di Qingrong from Beijing, and a generation of famous generals who made great contributions died of illness in a panic.The ancients didn't talk about science, and officials wanted to kill people, especially warriors. Any slight or small mistake would become a fatal reason. )
But not long after, along with the news of King Jin's great victory in the north, there was also news that made him despair. After the new army broke through the Liao Kingdom, it rescued hundreds of Jing Army prisoners and found the head of Ranger General Yang Jianye.

As soon as the news arrived, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. He stood in the courtyard all afternoon as if absent-minded. Countless thoughts were turbulent in his mind, and they scrambled into a ball. Finally, he burst into tears.
Since then, he has no more worries, like a walking dead.

Every day, I go out to the restaurant by the river to listen to people's abuse and sarcasm, and I am summoned to the court to listen to the groundless accusations of my former colleagues who move right and wrong.

Slowly, his fervent heart of making contributions to the country and the people also died on the battlefield of Yanshan Mansion together with his son.

Yang Hongzhao is not the same as before, he started laughing out loud, and no longer being cautious and forbearing, he went out to see those lying by the river, sitting in restaurants and teahouses, very bored, who didn't know what a battlefield was, but boasted and talked nonsense, upside down Right and wrong people, he cursed and reprimanded them sharply, and even did not hesitate to do it, and silently wrote down their names and addresses.

Facing the groundless accusations made by the court, he began to fight back loudly, laughing loudly at those sour and corrupt officials who boasted, talked about wars on paper, had no power to restrain their chickens, and felt weak at the sight of blood, and dared to make assumptions on their own.
A lot of people got angry and blew their beards, stared and cursed.

What he got in return was naturally more severe suppression and reprimand, and some people even directly threatened to make him look good, and several former friends privately reminded him not to refute the arguments of the officials, otherwise his situation would only become more dangerous and life-threatening worries.

Yang Hongzhao just kowtowed and begged them to stop meddling with his own business, so as not to be dragged down. His friends looked at each other, but they seemed to see that he was determined, and agreed while weeping.

He has no worries for a long time, one after another frustration, the death of his beloved son, has long since worn out his last vigor, his last hope, all he has is anger, the last anger of an old and homeless warrior
(End of this chapter)