marquis of jingan

Chapter 337
Mr. Yang Fan, Mr. Yang, is 43 years old this year.

His old father, Yang Lao Xiangguo, is 71 years old this year.

The old Xiangguo completely retired from the position of prime minister at the beginning of this year. In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed. All are missing.

Even his proud disciple Chen Yu failed to see him after several visits.

At this moment, Old Xiangguo was taking care of a pot of flowers and plants. Seeing his son kneeling in front of him, he glanced at his son with tired eyes, but did not speak.

He silently took the residence newspaper from his son.

The old Xiangguo has been a minister for nearly 20 years, and he has been in charge of the council for more than ten years. He has the most contact with documents and copies, and he is most sensitive to words.

He only briefly read the mansion newspaper, and then focused his attention on the last article. After reading it carefully, he put the mansion newspaper on the table beside him without raising his head.

"Have you been wronged?"

The old man's voice was unhurried, and he stopped looking at his son, but continued to play with flowers and plants.

Mr. Yang knelt on the ground, his tone anxious: "Father, that woman's husband suddenly died of illness, and it has nothing to do with her son. As for accepting her, it is also a matter of mutual consent..."

The movement of the old man's hands stopped, silently raised his head and glanced at his son, and asked, "Where's the woman?"

Mr. Yang knelt on the ground, a little guilty.

"Sick... died of illness."

The old prime minister sighed.

"Go ahead and do the crime. The crime you committed will be punished by our father and son in the future, and we will not be able to avoid it."

Yang Fan was still dissatisfied, he lowered his head slightly and said: "Father, the widow's matter is reasonable, the son has not violated the law, besides, it is an old matter of unknown year. No one mentioned it when you were in charge of the old man in [-], but now you have just left your post, and someone brings up the old story again!"

"It's definitely not about the son."

Yang Fan bit the bullet and kowtowed: "This is clearly aimed at your old man!"

"Father, if you hold back your breath at this time, it won't be long before those jumping clowns will attack your old man and our family!"

When Mr. Yang said this, his eyes were already red.

"Father, you must not sit idly by!"

Yang Xiangguo finally stopped what he was doing. He put the shower in his hand aside, then sat down on the ponytail, and looked at his son quietly: "Father has passed away."

"Your father can't even get out of Jiankang now. If you don't say anything else, if your father leaves home now and walks around Jiankang City, he will secretly know how many people will follow him."

The old Xiangguo was quite sentimental: "Think about it for yourself, what else can Dad do for you? Now, with an old face, go to the newspaper office of this mansion, find out the person who wrote the manuscript, and throw him in the prison for questioning?"

"Father…"

Mr. Yang squirmed on the ground with his knees, knelt down in front of his father, stretched out his arms to hug his calf, and said, "No matter what, we have to find out the person who slandered our son, and then we have to deal with him. Let him know what will happen if he slanders his son and our Yang family!"

"How to find out?"

Old Xiangguo looked up at Yang Fan, and said silently: "Like last time, I asked the name of the person from the newspaper office of the mansion, and then took a few people to gamble on Dongshi Street to block people?"

Yang Jingzong's eyes were full of helplessness.

"The young man you blocked last time is now the Secretary of the Dibao Department. What did you block him?"

"Impossible."

This ordinary-looking little old man snorted: "If you hadn't been messing around all these years, even if your father quit his prime minister, he would still be able to resign his old age and return to his hometown now, and go back to his hometown to spend a few years in peace, because you people, these Nian committed misdeeds in Jiankang, and now it is still unknown whether the old man can die well."

"All right."

The old man waved his hand, and said impatiently: "In this mansion newspaper, there is only one word Yang written, but not your name. You are in such a hurry now, don't you have taken the blame yourself?"

"You just need to be restrained, but do what you need to do."

Old Xiangguo looked at the flowers and plants he took care of again, and he said slowly: "Your Uncle Zhang will be [-]th birthday in two days, if you have nothing to do these days, you can prepare a gift for your father , and wait for him to send it over on his [-]th birthday, and talk to him more about it."

Zhang Jing had been Yang Jingzong's deputy for so many years, Yang Fan naturally wanted to recognize this "Uncle Zhang".

Yang Fan nodded, indicating that he understood, then hesitated for a moment, stood up from the ground, then squatted beside his father, and said in a low voice: "Father, do you think the north will lose a few more battles? If we lose a few more games, the imperial court and His Majesty will probably lose their composure and send Pei Yuan to the Northern Qi for peace talks..."

Pei Yuan, the former minister of the Ministry of Rites, was also the former minister of the Ministry of Rites, the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Pei Yuan is proficient in many languages, and even the Northern Qi royal family no longer speaks "nonsense". He still speaks it now, and has been on behalf of the imperial court to the Northern Qi Dynasty many times.

More importantly, this Pei Yuan is also a student of Yang Jingzong.

Pei Shilang offended the emperor in the Shen Yi incident last time, and lost his position as the Minister of Rites. Now he has been demoted several levels, and is waiting for use in a leisurely yamen in Jiankang.

After hearing his son's words, Yang Xiang raised his head and glanced at him, then stood up silently, picked up a tickle in his hand, and hit Yang Fan hard on the head.

Yang Fan let out a cry of pain, and even scratched it in two.

There was unstoppable anger in Yang Xiangguo's eyes. He suppressed his anger and shouted: "I have told you more than once that you are not to be involved in military affairs! Although you have kindness in you, you don't even have a real job." , who gave you the guts to let you dictate the military affairs!"

"Dog guts!"

Old man Yang gritted his teeth angrily: "You scoundrel, all the big families in Jiankang City are now focusing on the position of empress empress, you alone want to control the frontline war! You leave some roots for the Yang family! stop!"

Yang Fan knelt on the ground, looked up at his father, and was about to say something, but seeing that his father was angry, he knelt down directly on the ground, cursing or fighting back.

Filial piety is the most basic moral standard of this era. Whether it is the middle-aged second generation like Yang Fan who is doing evil everywhere, or the young son who is causing troubles like Fan Dongcheng, or even those rangers who walk in the rivers and lakes and kill people at every turn, the respect for the elders The attitude will not be too bad.

"Father, don't be angry, if the child doesn't say anything, it's just..."

He muttered in a low voice: "The Empress Dowager...doesn't it still depend on what the Empress Dowager thinks?"

Yang Jingzong glanced at his son slowly, and then said coldly: "You go home now, don't do anything, just wait for the news quietly, and the old man will do other things, understand?"

Yang Fan was overjoyed, and quickly lowered his head: "My child understands."

After finishing speaking, he paid his respects to his father a few more times, and went there with a thousand thanks.

When Yang Fan left, Old Yang Xiangguo sat slumped on the chair for a long time, and finally looked towards the direction of the palace silently, the old man muttered to himself.

"Your Majesty wants to shake the mountain..."

"I want to see how old my tiger is, whether it can move, whether it can eat people..."

After finishing speaking, the old man turned his attention to the mansion newspaper again, and silently exhaled: "Yingxiaoxiao..."

"Di Baodi..."

After chanting a few words, the old man put his hands behind his back, bent his body, and went back to the house to sleep.

And the next day at the court meeting, more than a dozen censors jointly wrote to the emperor.

The content of the letter is very simple, please ban the Dibao Division.

The reason is that the Mansion News Agency does not have the right to gossip about Yushitai, but only the right to publish news and facts.

This seriously threatened the status of Yushitai.

At the same time, the old Prime Minister Yang Jingzong, who had been dismissed for more than half a year, also wrote to the imperial court, requesting that the imperial court send someone to arrest Yang Fan immediately, and investigate the causes and consequences of Pan, the concubine of the Yang family ten years ago. If there is any guilt, please The court questioned the crime according to the law.

For a moment, the pressure suddenly came to the emperor.

(End of this chapter)