Chapter 133 Re-enter Bianliang

"Brother Yanzhao, should we go to Bianliang?"

After another half month, Zhang Qian and Wen Zhongshu asked together.

Yang Yanzhao thought for a moment and nodded, "It's almost time."

The imperial examination of Mingdezhai in the college has already left for Bianliang, and the Yunyan Pavilion in Songzhou City has also opened normally. The remaining money in the yard has almost been spent after He Yu's many visits to Bianliang.

The preparation for the Chamber of Commerce is almost over, and it won't take long for it to be officially operated. Therefore, at present, everything is developing towards his expectations.

During the dinner, Yang Yanzhao said that he planned to leave for Bianliang. Although there were still two months before the spring, it was necessary to go there in advance, make preparations, and contact with other scholars.

This proposal was naturally approved by Ba Mei. The capital of the Song Dynasty in Bianliang must be more prosperous than Songzhou. How can the little girl not want to join in the fun?

For a while, people all over the table began to talk about what they heard about Bianliang from the street, and He Yu, who had been going to Bianliang for the past month, became the focus.

Of course, in the corner of the table, Biyue's face was a little dim. She lowered her head and silently ate the white rice in the bowl.

Yang Yanzhao, who looked up at everyone, naturally saw this scene and couldn't help sighing.

At night, Biyue was looking at the scroll under the lamp in the room. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door and thought it was He Yu who came to find her. She immediately put down the books in her hand and opened the door.

"Little Biyue, is it convenient for me to come in?"

Hearing this sound, Biyue quickly turned back and put away a few pieces of paper full of words under the lamp in a panic. Looking left and right, it was finally stuffed under the pillow.

After looking at the room a few more times, he answered the door and said, "Brother Yang, is it so late? What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing to do. I just came to visit the little girl Biyue."

Hearing the words, Biyue couldn't help blushing her cheeks. Yang Yanzhao, who was walking into the room, naturally didn't notice it. He looked at the neat room and couldn't help secretly sighing that life was changing people.

If it hadn't been for more than a year of suffering, how could Biyue, the princess who grew up in the deep palace, become so gentle and virtuous?

"We are going to Bianliang City in two days. I'm afraid that the little girl Biyue will be bothered about this matter of Yunyan Pavilion."

Hearing the words, the joy in Biyue's heart was replaced by an unknown loss, and her voice was much lower. "This is what the slave family should do, but Brother Yang is out."

"I will leave Cui Ping and Zhang Han in Songzhou, so that I can take care of you. In my spare time, I can also come to Bianliang to find us and come back in three or five days."

"I thanked Brother Yang."

After staying in the Biyue room for a while and talking about some trivial things, Yang Yanzhao got up and went back to the study. After leaving, he told him very seriously, "Little Biyue, if there is anything, you must tell me. You can't suffer and wrong alone..."

Biyue hurriedly responded. After Yang Yanzhao left, her body was against the door, and there was a trace of real but empty joy in her heart.

He had made plans to go to Bianliang, and Yang Yanzhao spent a day or two visiting the scholar he met on weekdays.

On the eve of his leaving, he went to the library alone. Yang Yanzhao was full of respect and apology for the ghost valley elder who saved him with his life.

It's just that Zhang Hao took away the ashes of Elder Dugu, and Yang Yanzhao didn't even have the opportunity to kowtow and worship incense.

After staying in the library for half an hour, he put away the books he had read in the sun, bowed respectfully to the hut where Dugu Liuyun once lived, and then Yang Yanzhao left.

The next day, Yang Yanzhao, who had packed up his belongings, drove five or six carriages and watched Bianliang City drive slowly. After they left, Biyue slowly walked back from the end of the alley, looking at the street in front of her without the sound of cars and horses.

"Little Lady Biyue, where have you been?"

Cui Ping stepped forward, and he and Zhang Hanhe were left by Yang Yanzhao to protect Biyue.

Turning his head, he saw that it was Cui Ping. Biyue squeezed the red and swollen eyes. "There are some things in Yunyan Pavilion. The Nu family went to have a look, but they didn't think that Brother Yang and the others had left."

Hearing this, Cui Ping didn't say much, just because he saw that the corners of Biyue's eyes became wet.

"Brother Six, are we almost at Bianliang?"

In the carriage, Ba Mei looked very excited. From time to time, she opened the curtains around her and looked out, full of joy at the upcoming capital of the Song Dynasty.

Seeing the appearance of Bamei, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help laughing, but how long it would take him to get to Bianliang City? He was not very clear, but he knew that the two cities were not far away.

Seeing Yang Yanzhao smiling and saying nothing, Bamei turned her head to He Yu, "Brother He, tell Yuer, how far is Bianliang City?"

The eagerness of the eighth sister made He Yu laugh. He got up, opened the curtain, and looked at it for a moment. "I'll be there soon. Sister Ba can rest assured for a moment."

He Yu often goes back and forth between Songzhou and Bianliang these days. Hearing what she said, Bamei was shocked and stretched out her head and stared seriously at the scenery on both sides of the road.

"Exhaust the wind, I see the wall!"

The eight sisters cheered, and the exhaust wind couldn't help coming forward curiously. Suddenly, the two girls were surprised, and Yang Yanzhao also saw the tall wall of Bianliang from the cracks of the open curtain.

"Qing'er, don't you go to the curtain to have a look?"

Although the last time Bianliang was just a glimpse, Yang Yanzhao was impressed by the magnificent and colorful. Therefore, when he saw Luo's daughter sitting quietly beside him, he couldn't help gently persuading her to go to Bamei and take the lead in seeing the beauty of Bianliang.

"With my brother on one side, even if the scenery outside the car is colorful and beautiful, Sister Luo will feel boring."

When he got acquainted, He Yu and Luo's daughter did not feel strange, but joked. Listening to what he said, the latter lowered his head slightly shyly.

Entering the towering and tall gate of Bianliang, the sun was still setting, and his ears were extremely lively. He Yu also squeezed into the window of the carriage and talked about what he saw with Ba Mei and Pai Feng.

"That's the Qingfeng Building on Shuigui Street. It is a well-known restaurant, and the Bodhi cellar is very popular.

From here to the left, there is a Tongmingyuan Garden. The rockeries, rocks, flowers and trees, pavilions and pavilions are fully furnished. Entering the tour has a unique flavor.

Look, those who wear robes, round hats and beards are Persian traders from the Western Regions, most of whom are engaged in jewelry and jade trade. In Bianliang City, there are also many famous restaurants with barbarian women dancing and toasting, with a wonderful figure, which is completely different from my dynasty

......”

"I heard that those barbarian women wear very little clothes. Is it true, Brother He?"

Ba Mei suddenly turned her head and asked very puzzledly. Hearing the words, He Yu, who was still talking endlessly, coughed twice, and there was an unconcealable embarrassment on her fat face. "It's not true. It's just a slander. It's better for the fish to believe it."