The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

"It is you."

Seeing that she didn't dodge, the girl blushed and said, "I've seen you benefactor."

This woman is the peasant girl who was molested by Cai Tong some time ago, and she didn't know where she was going with a basket.Now that she has encountered such things and still goes out for a walk, it seems that this woman's family must be very poor, and she needs to do some work to make ends meet.

Poor

Yang Lin looked at the commoner girl with great interest, and could see that after the last time, the girl deliberately pretended to be ugly.Under the jingchai cloth skirt, she has a slender figure, and her facial features are not very delicate, but there is an indescribably charming smell on her face. I didn't notice it last time, I am really blind.

The car curtain was lifted, Su Zhuanglian watched this scene, and suddenly laughed out loud.

The girl peeked at the car wall decorations inlaid with gold and jade with some embarrassment. There were two jade-handled dust whisks hanging on the wall, and light smoke was emitting from the gold-plated incense burner. The gorgeousness seemed to her like being in a fairyland.

"Sister, where are you going? Come and sit down, I'll give you a ride." Su Zhuanglian stretched out her hand to invite, and then winked at Yang Lin to please her.

The girl shook her head, seeing the gorgeous dresses of all the girls and their delicate looks, but looking at her green skirt and onyx sleeves, and her shabby clothes, she was quite ashamed of herself and ashamed to be in the same row.

"No, no, thank you benefactor, oh no, thank you Guanye and this elder sister, Minnv's house is not far away, so I'd better go home on my own, so as not to worry my family.

Yang Lin nodded, and the girl left as if she was being pardoned.

The scene of wealth and honor that was just a fleeting glimpse was engraved in her mind and could never be shaken off.

Chapter 228 Praise Me To Death

Yang Lin looked at the peasant girl who was going away, and regretted not asking her name.

He expanded his chest and said: "From my perspective, the scenery is magnificent, there are mountain springs and streams, and the vegetation is lush. Let's drive into the forest and stop, and have a picnic around here first.

If you don't have fun, you can set up a tent here, and we will stay here tonight. "

Everyone cheered, and the servants, maidservants, etc. all got busy.

Although Zhaode Square is extravagant, it will be boring if you are always trapped in it. When Yang Lin gave an order, his concubines immediately had fun.

Zhong Guiyi dragged him to a pool of clear water, but he saw a pool of green water, the spring water was clear and wide, maybe not three acres in area, surrounded by lush vegetation, and the scenery was extremely beautiful.

Xiao Taozi excitedly pulled him over to fish, and Yang Lin was happy to rest here, anyway, someone hung up the fish food for him, so he could take a nap after sitting on the spot.

The atmosphere of the Northern Song Dynasty was such that the so-called Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism had not yet appeared, and the common people had quite the charm of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and it was not uncommon for the whole family to travel.

What's more, today is the last day. After tonight, this recreational place on the outskirts of the city will be turned into farmland.

So in the surrounding area, there are also many officials and merchants who come out to play, but they can't get in here.

In this way, the safety of the family members is also guaranteed, after all, there are imperial guards outside.

Around the Bian River, it is quiet and peaceful.

On an empty riverside space, bamboo poles were inserted into the ground, and a cloth fence was surrounded next to the river. Only the side facing the river was released to enjoy the scenery. Inside the cloth fence, there was a faint sound of singing and music. I don’t know what it was. People play with prostitutes here.

A group of scribes, wearing crowns and scarves, sat together and talked.

It's nothing more than all kinds of anecdotes about Bianliang recently, and after all, it still falls on the treacherous party stele.

Sima Guang, Su Shi, and Su Zhe were all famous and romantic figures for a while. They didn't expect to be labeled as traitors by Cai Jing and Yang Lin. The monument was erected in the imperial city, and all officials could see it when they went to court.

This move aroused criticism from scholars and writers, and all kinds of poems poured out all over the world, all of which were to complain about the "Yuanyou old party".

"Would you dare to be famous among the three handsome men, but drinking heavily is like becoming one of the Eight Immortals. Just like Chunxi left behind, young and old, Yuanyou and others will be all in the end."

After reciting a poem, the people around applauded loudly, as if they had drunk wine, pointing the country was very happy.

A man who happened to pass by frowned, pressed his hat and left.

This person walked around a few times, and after a while, he appeared in front of Yang Lin, and told Yang Lin everything he had seen and heard.

Yang Lin was no longer in the mood for fishing. He frowned and fell into deep thought.My own reputation was already bad, once I was corrupted by these sour literati, if there was a major change, such as Jingkang shame, or if there were any major changes in the court, I would definitely be pushed out as a scapegoat.

After all, with such a bad reputation, killing one will calm the anger of the people. In fact, many of my actions are for the benefit of the people.

But the common people don't care about this. It is their nature to follow the herd and follow the crowd blindly. They only know that they are arrogant and domineering and slanderous.

Don't think about who ruled the Yellow River, who solved the food crisis for Bianliang, who squared La, destroyed Xixia, and harvested Dali

Right now, the unhealthy trend of Shilin will soon become more and more fierce. Those former students and old officials of Yuanyou's old party are almost all scholars.

It is completely irreparable for one person to write a few sour words, crooked poems, and reputation is extremely difficult to recover after it stinks.

how to wash white

Yang Lin was suddenly blessed. Who is he? He has been influenced by the media age of later generations, and he has seen too much whitewashing.

Those ugly deeds exposed to the eyes of the public and the world by video can be successfully washed away and diverted attention. What is this about me?

Ordinary people, scholars, and officials, some of them have met Yang Lin, and some of them really understand him, but they are just spreading rumors.

As long as you build momentum and spread the word about your great achievements and noble morals, it is not easy to whitewash.

Thinking of this, Yang Lin suddenly felt that the fishing rod sank, and he swung hard to catch a big fish.

Zhong Tao'er, who was struggling to compete with him, lost her face and stared at the water more intently.

But after Yang Lin got up, he put the fish back into the river, and stretched out his hand to call for Lu Qian.

"Young Zai, you called me?"

Yang Lin nodded and said, "Is Yin Muhong here?"

"In the camp behind, chatting with Mrs. Qian."

Yang Lin said: "Go and call him for me."

After a while, Yin Muhong came over with his head held high. At a glance, this guy was straight, suave and elegant, with a white face and long beard, and he looked like a great Confucian.

If he didn't know that he was full of bad things, Yang Lin would feel a little dazed every time he saw him, thinking that this person would not be so bad.

Yin Muhong bowed lightly and said, "Young master."

Yang Lin squinted at him, rolled his eyes, and said, "Now write a poem to praise me."

With such a shameless request, Yin Muhong didn't blush or pant, as if he had heard something very normal, and murmured: "The government office sleeps and beats the bamboo watch, don't be the voice of the people's suffering. Mo Yan lives in Lingyun, every branch and leaf It's all about love."

Yang Lin's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and said, "One more song!"

Yin Muhong began to pace, and said as he walked: "The young master went to the south of the Yangtze River three times, with his sleeves facing the sky in the breeze. The scholars and people in Hangzhou gave each other a farewell gift, just like drinking wine and holding mountain springs."

Yang Lin stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Old Yin, you go now and gather a group of down-and-out literati, the more the better. Every day is just enough food and wine, reciting poems, singing praises to me, praise me, Praise me to death. It is best to provide money so that they can travel around and leave their glorious deeds in the mountains and rivers of the Song Dynasty."