Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince: One hundred and fifty-nine soldiers and horses have not moved

Chinese people look at most foreigners who look similar. If they are thrown into a pile of people, it’s hard to recognize them. These two people came to China and looked at the Chinese people. They look the same. I really can’t remember who Yang Ling is, let alone today. His Yang Ling look and manners, manners and talk, even if it is not pretentious, it has its own majesty.

But when Yang Ling mentioned the great good man who donated three thousand taels of silver sesame oil, the blond suddenly remembered, and couldn't help but surprise and said: "Ah! We recognize you, you are the big man, that age Older son, I’m IELTS, son remember me?"

The other redhead also smiled and said with a smile: "I am the fireman Asan, I remember the son, you are...Young Master Yang."

Standing on the steps, the owner of the rice grain shop, seeing this man with extraordinary bearing, leading the seven or eight family members and two beggars to meet him, his arrogance suddenly became much shorter.

Yang Ling remembers what they look like, but they don’t remember their names anymore. At this time, they listened to their names and hurriedly said with a smile: "Yes, priest IELTS, priest of fire Assan, hello. I have something to do here. 'S boss asks, I will invite you to chat later."

Yang Ling said, arched his hand to them, stepped up the steps and asked with a smile: "The shopkeeper, do you have yams for sale here?"

The yam tastes poor and cannot replace food for a long time. Only the people in these poor areas eat it. The boss heard that the business came to the door. Although he felt that he was dressed in the manner of this young man, it was strange to come to buy yam. He hurriedly nodded with a smile: "Yes, please come in, my son, we have yams sold here."

The boss rushed back to the store, raised a bag of yams, and opened the hole for Yang Ling to see. Yang Ling couldn't help being disappointed at first glance. The yellow and white tubers appeared to grow underground, but they were not sweet potatoes.

He shook his head and sighed: "It's not this, the shape is similar to this, but the taste is very sweet, some are red and some are white. Um... I heard someone call it sweet potato, maybe it's called sweet potato. Sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes, and another kind of food is golden yellow, probably...smaller than small nails, one by one."

After listening to IELTS and Fireman Asan, I couldn’t help but look at each other in surprise. Fireman Asan couldn’t help but interject: "Young Master Yang, these two things you said seem to be the same as I’ve seen. Very similar."

Yang Ling suddenly remembered that corn and sweet potatoes were native to the Americas, and they seemed to have come to China through Europe. He couldn’t help being overjoyed, and he turned around and said: "The priest has seen this thing? Where have you seen it?"

Fireman Yasan shrugged and said, "Oh, I have seen it a long time ago. According to the description of the son, it should be this kind of plant, um... It was 12 years ago when Captain Columbus returned from a distant place. Brought back to China. When we came to the East six years ago, we had already planted a lot in China, and we also brought a lot of seeds."

Yang Ling grabbed his hand and said eagerly: "Great, do you still have seeds in the hands of the priest? I have a very important role."

Fireman Yasanyi spread his hands, shrugged and said: "We brought a lot of food when we came to the east, but almost all of them were lost when we escaped from Tianzhu. The only ones left were also eaten when we came to Great Ming by boat in Luzon. It's gone."

Yang Ling was very discouraged after hearing this, but...I did eat my own, and it was in the north. Could someone else bring this kind of thing? The owner of the Midian has been listening to them. At this moment, he couldn't help but interject: "My son, you may have something like this here. Would you like to see it? If you really want to buy it..."

Yang Ling said anxiously: "Bring it to me, if it is indeed what I want, a catty and a tael, no... a catty and a tael!"

When the boss heard about a catty and ten taels of silver, he immediately lifted his spirits and said hurriedly: "Master, wait, the younger one will come right away." The boss ran off after he said that, rushing to the back shop, Yang Ling is better than him. I was also anxious, and I wished to catch up to see what happened. He was headless in the shop and turned around like a fly, and the two guys made him look at this big man in awe from the corner of the shop.

After a while, the shop owner rushed back with a small rice pocket, panting and saying: "Master, you see if it is this thing."

Yang Ling hurriedly rushed over, snatched the pocket from his shoulder, put it on the counter, his heart was beating, opened the pocket and saw the yellow half-pocket of corn particles that was dismissive in the previous life. Yang Ling almost Without crying, he grabbed a handful of corn kernels and held them in his hands tremblingly, even more excited than finding a bag of gold.

Yang Ling murmured: "This is this, this is this."

When the shop owner heard that it was what Yang Ling wanted, the half-bag of corn particles was more than a hundred taels of silver in hand, and he was so happy from ear to ear.

At this moment, a child ran out of the back room holding a boiled sweet potato, and shouted, "Father, what are you doing with your rice bag? Grandma asked me to ask, what is a catty?" /

How could the shop owner have time to speak, he snatched the sweet potatoes from the child, and handed them to Yang Ling, his eyes eagerly said: "Master, is this the sweet potato you said? My family cooked a big pot of it. , If you like to eat, sell it all to you."

"What? Are they all cooked?" Yang Ling looked at the boiled sweet potatoes in his hands, crying without tears, he cried out sadly: "They are all cooked? You...you didn't save a few pieces?"

The boss laughed and said: "I didn't cook it all... there are still a few pieces left, but it has been roasted. You are a person of identity. I see that the stuff is so smoky and ugly, I didn't dare to say it. "

"You..." Yang Ling wanted to kick him, he bitterly said: "Quickly, where did you get this stuff from, as long as I find the seller, I will give you a hundred taels of silver." /

At this time, a hehe laughed and said: "I am a drunkard, but this capitalist has a melon idiot. Who likes to eat sweet potatoes so much?"

When the door curtain was lifted, a smiling beard walked out of the back room and had a face-to-face with Yang Ling. When he glanced at it twice, he couldn't help but startled, and said at the same time: "Is it you?"

The man was surprised and happy, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Young Master Yang. It's really a fate to meet thousands of miles."

Yang Ling saw that the beard was actually Zhu Zhishan among the four great talents of Jiangnan, and couldn't help but say: "It's Mr. Zhu? Why are you here?"

Zhu Zhishan stepped closer and drank a burst of alcohol in front of him. It seemed that this gifted scholar was really addicted to alcohol. He smiled and said: "Young Master Yang is a big deal. In order to eat a few sweet potatoes, I am willing to spend such a large amount of money. Hahaha, the owner of this shop is my cousin. The Xitian wheat and sweet potatoes are born in my home. Something is rare for my aunt and family. Do you like Young Master Yang too?"

Yang Ling's heart fell to the ground. Now that he has found the righteous master, he is not so anxious. In short, he will never let go of this Zhu Zhishan. After a few conversations, he picked up the bag of corn grains called Xitianmai by Zhu Zhishan like a miser, and kindly invited Zhu Zhishan and two Western missionaries to the restaurant.

Zhu Zhishan When I heard that there was wine to drink, I immediately obeyed my fate. Several people came to a large restaurant. Yang Ling ordered his subordinates to take care of the bag of corn, and then they went to the hotel with Zhu Zhishan and Huozhe Yasan and four, and found a private room to sit in.

As soon as I sat down, Yang Ling asked eagerly about the origin of the sweet potatoes and corn. It turned out that Zhu Zhishan was a family of officials and officials. My father had served as a senior official in Shanxi's chief deputy and later returned home.

Zhu Zhishan hit enumerate man at the age of 33, and there has been no progress for more than ten years. Although the desire to gain fame is very strong, as he grows older, he doesn't dare to hope too much about his official career, so he bought a real estate in his hometown in Suzhou, started a grain business, and became a rich man.

In the past two years, a Chinese family who moved to Nanyang a hundred years ago offended the local dignitaries and fled back to Great Ming. He cooked the orchard for him at Zhu Zhuzhu, and he usually planted some crops brought back from Nanyang in the orchard.

Those things are not delicious, but they are rarer. Zhu Zhishan often ships them to rice and grain shops in various places for sale. Because people from all over the country have never seen those things, the sales are not good, but occasionally people like to try them. , The bids are much higher than ordinary food.

Yang Ling heard that he treats these high-yield crops as rare things to feed on, and can't think of the significance of them to the people of Great Ming, and can't help but blame: "Brother Zhu, what kind of fruits are these things? That is an extremely high-yielding crop. Yeah, if it is widely planted in Great Ming, I don’t know how many people can be saved. You only grow it in a small orchard, which is really a violent thing."

Zhu Zhishan, with a big beard, blinking a pair of mung bean eyes, was a little baffled with the distressed look of Yang Ling.

Actually, I don’t say that he is a literati who is idle, and he doesn’t even think about the problem of increasing crop production. After the history of corn was introduced to China, for decades, many farmers only planted 20 or 30 trees in their backyards. , Leaving it as a rare thing for children, I never thought of using it to replace existing crops, let alone those years that the government did not pay attention to and recorded.

When I was a child, I lived in my grandma's house in Pingyuan County, Shandong. Yang Ling heard the proverb that my grandmother chanted sweet potato for half a year. The yield of corn and sweet potatoes is very common.

Moreover, it is highly adaptable, resistant to drought, barrenness, wind and rain, and less pests. It can be cultivated in mountains, slopes and newly cultivated land. It does not compete with rice and wheat. If it is cooked and dried, it can be put It is more durable than rice for storage.

Thinking of these advantages, Yang Ling can’t help but feel very happy, and apologize to Zhu Zhishan: If I hadn’t raised the food issue by Li Dongyang for the purpose of banning trade, I would just ignore it. What’s more, the Zhu Zhishan that I have no worries about food, clothing, and production?

Yang Ling felt a bit rushed, and couldn't help but say: "My little brother is in a hurry, and he has spoken recklessly. I hope you don’t blame it, brother."

Zhu Zhishan picked up the cup, drank it like a long whale, and said with a smile: "It's okay, Brother Yang cares about Li Min. It is the old wish and shame." After he finished speaking, he glanced suspiciously at Yang Ling: "But... forgive me for taking the liberty, my brother is so concerned about the national economy and people's livelihood, could it be... which adult in the DPRK is the son of Guijie?"

Yang Ling smiled awkwardly, wondering if he would say his identity, this gifted Zhu will leave. But now that he needs to be used by others, there is no way to hide it. He hesitated and said: "The younger brother's surname is Yang, and his single name is Ling. He is the commander of the current emperor's guards and the internal editing factory."

Zhu Zhishan was shocked and drank at the same table with him. The Young Master Yang who modestly claimed to be the little brother was the most favored Master Yang in front of the Lord? He stood up anxiously, and said, "It turned out that it was Master Yang who was disrespectful and disrespectful, and the students were really rude."

Yang Ling stood up unexpectedly and said, "I wish you brothers, please sit down. You and I see it right away, why bother to be so polite? Uh..." He glanced at Zhu Zhishan and tentatively said: "My little brother has a bad reputation in the literary judging, Ben I thought Brother Zhu would leave after hearing about my identity. Wouldn’t Brother Zhu mind my reputation?"

Zhu Zhishan was stunned when it heard it, and then remembered some rumors about Yang Ling that it had heard, and couldn't help but smile: "Those ruthless scholars have a unique vision, and students don’t have that knowledge. Not to mention that adults are among the people. The reputation is very good, just to see that the adults are willing to whisper to a maidservant, to confess to a literati like me, to be able to eat so hard for the people, how can this mind, character, and behavior be so bad?"

Zhu Zhishan and Tang Bohu are bohemian and cynical, they belong to different kinds of text, and they are also not tolerated by the orthodox literati. I have suffered from it myself, and I met Yang Ling first, and I have seen his words and deeds. Naturally, I will not be confused by Shilin rumors.

As soon as Yang Ling heard a friend, he pulled Zhu Zhishan to sit down, lifted the jug to fill him with a glass, and the two of them touched gently and drank with their lips. Looking at each other and smiling, the feeling of being close.

For the faith of God, the two poor fellows, Asan and Yasko, had a meal and a hungry meal in this foreign land. Now they finally have a rich meal, just filling the five internal organs.

At this time, hearing the words of Yang Ling, Fireman Yasan exclaimed: "You are Lord Yang? The most favored minister before the emperor Great Ming? Oh... God has appeared, and God has led me to your presence. I have brought the gospel."

Yang Ling said with a smile: "Dare not dare, the two priests have passed the award, the official is busy with his official duties, and he has never found a chance to talk about the matter of agreeing to the two, but the two can rest assured that since the Huguo Temple Western monks are cold You guys, the development here has not been smooth, so you might as well move to Xicheng in the future, and live in the factory for the time being. I will build a house for you later."

Once Yang Ling’s lifting of the ban on trade is successful, its purpose is not only to do business with the East, Luzon, Ryukyu and other places, but the farther target is in the West. Those distant countries that are about to set foot on maritime hegemony are also now Great Ming Fan countries that refuse to communicate, and they will play an important role in history.

These few missionaries from Francois are proficient in Chinese and Western languages, and their relatively detached identity will be a good communication platform in the future. In such an era, a powerful communication intermediary can play a huge role. The so-called people make the best use of their talents and everything, how could he waste it?

After hearing what Yang Ling said, the two missionaries couldn't help but got up and thanked them. Having been in China for so long, Chinese people pay attention to the etiquette of communication and they understand.

IELTS has been busy and said: "Thank you, Mr. Yang, about the cultivation and planting of crops... I know a little bit. I know how to grow in various environments in wetlands and mountains. If adults want to promote this kind of crop, I am willing to help you Service."

Yang Ling was overjoyed. I didn't expect this person to be an expert in botany. There are ready-made grain seeds and skilled growers at Zhu Zhishan. It would be much more convenient to have the guidance of this planting expert.

At the time of Great Ming, there was a warm room for winter planting, specifically for the royal family to grow vegetables. Due to the small acreage, the pests and diseases can be controlled. Yang Ling can't wait to take these people back to Zhuang immediately, and immediately set out to prepare first.

Yang Ling thanked him and turned to Zhu Zhishan and said, "Brother Zhu, come to the capital this time, but what's the matter?"

Although Zhu Zhishan is wild and unrestrained, it prides itself on being a celebrity. It seems that there is a realm of wealth like clouds and power like a gray dog. After all, a man who does not want to become famous, he cannot make further progress in his fame, and wants to recommend himself as enumerate man Do it by an official.

This time he came to Beijing to find a father and elder who was working in the Ministry of Industry. He wanted to entrust him to do some activities on his behalf, but now the court has changed drastically, and many officials are sitting on the sidelines and watching with cold eyes.

The elder knew that Li's academician was in a delicate situation now, and he didn't want to ask for Liu Jin in the inner court. This matter was already hopeless. The young man he met now was a high-ranking Yang Ling, and his heart could not help but become alive again.

Zhu Zhishan's black face blushed, and he said in a slanderous manner: "This...Old Zhu came to Beijing. I wanted to find a father to take care of the elders for an errand. I spent half my life reading poetry and books. I won't be a merchant for a lifetime, but..." /

Yang Ling suddenly smiled and said: "So, Brother Zhu is among the Jiangnan four great talents, and he has a lot of points in his chest. As for not being good at stereotypes, how can he hide his learning?"

He pondered for a while, and said slowly: "I recommend that brothers be respected by any party. Brothers can do it. In the future, they will have a brilliant career and promotion will not be a problem. I wonder if Brother Zhu is willing to give in?"

"Quiet?" Zhu Zhishan has long been overjoyed, not to mention that he is an enumerate man, a scholar in the palace exam. It is also a rare opportunity to put a county magistrate to start. Most people may serve as a spare part-time job, or How can this opportunity exist in the imperial hospital for the elderly?

Zhu Zhishan is so busy to thank you again and again. Yang Ling also discussed with him to transport another batch of corn and sweet potato grains from his hometown to Beijing, and Zhu Zhishan naturally agreed.

Yang Ling knows that the corn seeds currently have only these for Zhujia, but it is very easy for sweet potatoes to cultivate potato vines in warm cellars. They are prepared for large numbers of cultivation and are widely planted in spring.

Although he has great power, local government affairs still have no right to speak up. Whether the promotion of the new grain will be hindered by people in the DPRK, he also has countless minds. But it is always good to be more prepared now.

Several people went away happily and sent away Zhu Zhishan, Yang Ling accompanied IELTS to return to Huguo Temple, and greeted the missionaries to pack up and go to Gaolaozhuang for a temporary stay. Seeing that the weather is getting colder, a few have just preached The missionary who had returned from alms was shivering in the empty hall, and ran out happily after hearing the news.

These people said they could leave. Except for two pockets of miscellaneous grains and a few broken quilts, there was nothing. Yang Ling hired a cart and took them out of Xicheng. When they arrived in Gaolaozhuang, they sent them to the mountain. Thing factory.

The internal factories are now in full swing. Huang Qiyin and Wu Jie are busy with internal affairs, the other is busy with the development of territory, personnel arrangement, training, material deployment, intelligence collection and analysis, organization setting, and borrowing. Various complicated matters are very important for the accounting and utilization of the large amount of income generated by the turnover of goods. Any problem in any link may affect the normal operation of this newly developed organization.

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The two heads are busy dealing with official duties all day, and sometimes they don’t even take care of the family. Relatively speaking, the head of Yang Ling seems to be too leisurely, but as a person in control of the overall situation, Yang Ling thinks that he only needs to control the internal The development direction of the factory, handle all aspects of interpersonal relationship, and strive for more convenience and policies for them, and give them enough space to display it. If you have to do everything by yourself, you may not be a good leader if you do everything, so let them do the daily affairs.

Yang Yiqing went to the south with Yu Yong. Liu Qianhu is training a group of newly recruited fans according to the method of Yang Ling training Habayashi scouts in Shenji camp. These young and strong ordinary farmers are more oily than those veterans. The children are better trained and their loyalty is also high. Now this group of 300 people has begun to bear fruit.

Yang Ling’s opinion is that people in various places are widely developed to serve as intelligence collectors, and to transmit channels through cart and horse behavior, but all regions must establish intelligence transfer agencies.

He absorbed the slow transmission of information from the peripheral intelligence system of Jinyiwei, regardless of priority, and set up sorting and analysis personnel in the local intelligence transfer agencies to classify the intelligence and upload it to the capital according to the degree of importance, which greatly increased the efficiency.

At the same time, he insisted that these collectors are mainly recruited ordinary people and temporary informants, and each intelligence transfer agency has set up a short and powerful rapid response force, and another set of systems to protect and deal with various emergencies. These personnel trained by Liu Biao belong to these personnel and are also the core members of the direct line of the internal factory.

Seeing that Yang Ling brought in a few people with ragged eyes, Liu Biao brought a few people to greet him, Yang Ling smiled and waved his hand to stop him from giving salutes, watching those recruits who had already begun to become military launch firearms.

Most of these soldiers have studied martial arts and have a certain cold weapon foundation, so the factory focuses on training them in the use of crossbows and firecrackers. They only saw these soldiers shooting flat and "boom boom boom". In the smoke of gunpowder, some of the human-shaped targets set up tens of meters in front of them have been beaten up and down.

Yang Ling nodded approvingly. Liu Biao couldn't help showing a reserved smile when he saw his expression. Huo Old Asan saw the curious tunnel: "My lord, is the firearm your soldier uses too clumsy? Not only does it take time and effort to reload ammunition, but the range is not far."

The members of Liu Biao were quite unconvinced. He glanced at the yellow-haired and blue-eyed man contemptuously. If he could not guess his relationship with the factory supervisor for a while, he would definitely scold him.

Yang Ling listened to it but couldn’t help feeling a move. The rate of fire and range of the musket have always been the bottleneck restricting its greater effect, but Yang Ling doesn’t understand firearms. He once mentioned modern firearms to the firearm craftsmen in Shenji Camp. Some principles of and bullets, but with the level of craftsmanship and gunpowder at that time, it is obviously not possible to achieve.

Yang Ling was forced to develop a swarm of rocket launchers in desperation, so that in close combat in the city, his army can be a ten, and it can win more with less. At this time, after hearing the words of Fireman Asan, he suddenly thought, could this missionary make more advanced guns?

Yang Ling turned around and smiled and asked: "What is your opinion, Mr. Priest?"

Ever since he knew his identity, Asan the Fire knew whether he could be recognized by the Great Ming Dynasty, and openly preaching in Great Ming almost entirely depends on the person in front of him. It was the previous step and immediately explained it hard.

However, his Chinese level is limited. It is not a problem to speak some common social language. When it comes to technical terms, some words are faint. Fireman Yasan couldn't bear it. He saw a fan next to him carrying a firecracker, and asked him to come over and explain to Yang Ling in his hand.

At that time, the fire gun used by the Ming army was also hit with the fire door gun. The fire door gun structure is very simple. Generally, two people are required to fire. One is loaded with gunpowder, solidified, and then inserted iron or lead bullets, and then burned. The red hot wire or charcoal ignites the gunpowder in the fire door to shoot the projectile.

Such a leisurely launch method is naturally not suitable for scenes of melee on the battlefield. Later, it was operated by one person. Not only did the firing speed become slower, but the soldiers couldn't aim at all with the firecracker in one hand and the firelighter in the other.

The method mentioned by Fireman Asan is to use a slow-burning powder twist to ignite the gunpowder. It only needs a very simple firing device, and it is not difficult to modify.

In this way, the soldiers can hold the gun with both hands, the accuracy is greatly increased, and the lengthened special barrel can hold more gunpowder, the rotation force generated by the fired projectile, the range and the shooting speed are greatly increased.

The few veterans who taught muskets around Liu Biao were mostly craftsmen responsibilities, and the disapproving expression on his face was suddenly wiped out when the fireman Asan Naizumi said the method.

The machinery that Yang Ling dictated to him is still not Great Ming, but after seeing the expressions of the arms craftsmen, I already know that the method that the fireman Asan said must be feasible.

Yang Ling Hearing the principle of this matchlock gun, he had a whim, and couldn't help but said to the fireman Azo: "Priest, if you improve the matchlock a bit, install a small flint and use friction I am afraid that the generated sparks ignite the gunpowder much faster, right? And it can be used in rainy days, do you think it is feasible?"

Some things are not impossible to do, I am afraid that I will not think of it. As soon as Yang Ling said, not only the blue eyes of the fireman Yasan widened, but the artisans in the army who had just understood the principle of the matchlock gun were shocked and immediately thought of it. It's feasibility and great value.

Asan the Fire, his mouth closed like a fish out of the water for a long time before exclaiming: "My God is really jealous. God has given adults infinite wisdom. I think... I don’t think it’s difficult to transform these. The adults’ idea is really feasible. You will have an invincible musket team."

Yang Ling was also very excited. He clenched his fists all of a sudden, and took a long breath after a long time before instructing Liu Biao: "Arrange the best accommodation and treat these priests well. They are my good friends. "

Yang Ling turned around and smiled at Asan the Fireman: "Priest, please feel free to live here. The northern nomads often invade the territory of Great Ming. I hope you can help my soldiers make better Weapons, protect our homeland and land. In return, I promise that I will spare no effort to help you and my fellow priests, and allow you to preach in Great Ming, so that the gospel of God can be spread to the strongest and most civilized land in the East, I I am even willing to donate to you to build a gorgeous church."

The fireman Yasan almost didn't cry when he heard it. Several missionaries looked at Yang Ling with tears in their eyes. I was so touched. At the beginning, he was full of enthusiasm and pride, and came to this foreign country with the will and entrustment of the Pope, but in recent years, he has become more and more miserable. Religious fanaticism and poor identities make them neither willing nor able to cross the ocean and return to their hometown. Now they only need to pay such a price, give pointers to the improvement of the gun, and get the full support of the Great Ming real power figures. What else is unwilling?

They seem to have seen a solemn and sacred church standing in the east, as if they saw the pope personally put them in scarlet bishop robes.

Yang Ling sent these darlings to the best place to live and chatted for a while. I hope to dig out a few more shipbuilding experts and navigation experts from these people. It is a pity that other than the Bible, most of them are chemistry and philosophy. Yang Ling currently has no plan to let them write a book and talk about it. The customs and customs of Portugal.

Yang Ling has limited knowledge of there, but for these missionaries, it feels like a stranger from another country. They were chatting for two times, and suddenly they walked into the room and whispered a few words to Liu Biao, Liu Biao. Coming up, looking at a gap and interjecting: "My lord, the old butler in your house has come here to look for you. It seems there is something urgent."

Yang Ling was a little surprised, he stood up and said: "Let him in quickly."

For a moment, the senior steward hurriedly walked in and said with joy when he saw him: "Master, you are really here, there are guests from the house, you should go back soon."

He kept asking people to stand at the door and wait for the master to return home. Later, his family reported that the master's sedan chair was not accessible, and he went straight to the back mountain, and then he chased him impatiently. Sure enough, I found Yang Ling here.

Yang Ling Wonder Road: "Which adult is it?"

The executive opened his mouth and looked at everyone in the room again. Yang Ling knew it, convicted several priests and exited the room. The executive grabbed his sleeve and said nervously: "Master, the emperor is here. It’s been a while since arriving at the house."

Yang Ling was taken aback by hearing it, and hurriedly asked: "The emperor? How long has he been here? Is he still in the house?"

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The senior manager's expression is a bit weird and authentic: "It's almost an hour since the emperor came. I heard that you are not in the house. He...he walked around the hall for a while, and the wife came out to talk with him for a while, and he waited. He broke into the backyard when he was boring, and the old slave did not dare to stop him."

Yang Ling understood immediately after hearing it. At that time, etiquette was very particular. The backyard of Yang Family is the residence of the female family. Even the senior housekeepers never take a step forward. Foreign guests can only meet in the atrium. Unless they are close friends, there is no reason to go to the house of the female family. No wonder the old housekeeper is embarrassed. Up.

Based on Yang Ling’s understanding of the little emperor, I know that he is casual, sometimes having fun, laughing and playing with the Liu Jin people, and no emperor is like the emperor who hangs on his shoulders. These rituals are he I don't care, and the current Zhengde is just for fun. Isn't he not so filthy in the legend, what rude behavior can he do to his concubines?

However, this behavior of the old housekeeper also shows that he is loyal to himself. Yang Ling comforted the executive housekeeper and said: "I see, the emperor is young and doesn’t like to be restrained. I don’t pay much attention to these etiquette. I will go back soon. ."

Yang Ling went back to the room and told Liu Biao to take good care of the priests. Even Wu Jie and Huang Qiyin couldn't even bother to meet, so they left and went inside and outside the factory.

Zhengde in Yang Ling’s memory is a handsome, suave, gentle and romantic emperor in folklore. Most of the private visits of Qing emperors in Weifu passed down from the Zhengde's story. As for the Zhengde Emperor in the official history of the Qing Dynasty, it is A mediocre, lewd, and even perverted emperor.

The Zhu Houzhao that he is in personal contact with now looks similar to most ordinary young people in modern times. In today's seven or eight-year-old children, they are familiar with the Confucianism era of sage learning, exporting rules, and ethics. What the emperor did was naturally a little absurd.

Seeing the old butler with him, his expression is a bit more anxious than him, Yang Ling is a bit funny, if it is left in the modern age, Zhengde's's behavior is not so shocking, right? Yu Tangchun is so beautiful, Zhu Houzhao has been seen with my own eyes, and I have never thought about it. Are you still afraid of his idea of ​​beating his concubine?

When Yang Ling thought about this, I suddenly turned around~IndoMTL.com~ I remembered that there was a Dai Lou in my backyard. This woman is extremely utilitarian and naturally charming. If she wanted to seduce a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with her romantic means, wouldn't she be able to catch her?

Judging from the situation that the two have known each other during this period of time, she is very scheming and fierce. Now the little emperor is at a time when the little emperor is partial and soft. If she sees the emperor, she wants to go up. Attach, if you intend to seduce...

If the Eight Tigers are evil, they can also check and balance. If Cheng Qiyun wins the emperor's favor, with this woman's means, I am afraid that the little emperor will not even know his father. If she becomes the person next to Zhengde's's pillow and has a heart to be evil, isn't she a devil?

When Yang Ling thought of this, his heart became anxious, and he could no longer sit down in a sedan chair calmly. He hurriedly called a squad and said: "Hurry up, bring me a horse, and I will go down immediately. ."

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