Chapter 158 Good Talent

"Brother Six, has Brother He been here in the morning?"

During the breakfast, Ba Mei pouted and asked. Obviously, He Yu's arrival disturbed her good dreams. She wanted to get up and say a little, but she looked around and couldn't see anyone, so she asked.

"Have you ever been here tonight?"

Yang Yanzhao seemed to be a little surprised and looked up at the others. Seeing him like this, Luo's daughter covered her mouth and smiled. Xiao Muchun scratched her head. "In the morning, I opened the door. Brother He entered the door and went to the instructor's room. Is it possible that Lao Xiao was confused?"

Seeing Xiao Muchun's serious memory, everyone couldn't help but grin. The eighth sister stared at Yang Yanzhao, "Huh, sixth brother, I know how to play with fish!"

After breakfast, Li Zhi came in a hurry. As soon as he entered the room, he shook away the paper fan in his hand and said impatiently, "Guys, how do you think I am different today?"

He said and turned around. Yang Yanzhao and Zhang Qian smiled and said nothing. Wen Zhongshu directly ignored him and continued to beat Wen Li's legs.

Han Guohua, who was basking in the sun, couldn't help but walk forward and looked around him a few times. Under Li Zhiman's expectant eyes, he turned back to the wooden chair just now and squinted at the rising sun. "The weather is good today. Maybe it's time to go out for a walk."

I didn't expect such an ending. Li Zhi, who was wearing a new one, could only close the paper fan and said in frustration, "I, Li Yuanpei, at least is also romantic. Why is it nothing in the eyes of several people?"

"Who dares not to see Brother Yuan Pei?"

Behind him, Xiang Minzhong was coming with a smile. Seeing him, Li Zhi hurried forward, "Brother Chang, do you think I have changed today?"

Looking at it carefully, Xiang Minzhong nodded. Now Li Zhi's eyes showed his eyes again. The latter pondered for a moment and finally said, "Brother Yuan Pei's shoes are better than yesterday."

As soon as this was said, everyone couldn't help laughing.

In this way, Li Zhi was no longer entangled in wearing clothes. He went forward and pulled Xiang Minzhong, who was about to take a seat. "Changzhi, didn't you agree to take a look at the girls in 'Yunyan Pavilion' yesterday?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Brother Yuan Pei handed over the invitation overnight. I think I can see the face of Qun Fang today."

Among the few people, even Yang Yanzhao had never seen Yu Yan and others. Therefore, when Li Zhi and Xiang Minzhong spoke, they told Luo's daughter to get up and walk out of the courtyard with them.

He was about to go out, but he saw two figures coming towards him. Before he could see his face clearly, he heard a gentle laughter, "Fortunately, Pan Wenfeng came by coincidence. Otherwise, how could he see the talents of the Song Dynasty at once?"

For his two brothers, except for Yang Yanzhao who had several acquaintances, Zhang Qian and others did not know each other, but they did not reach out and did not smile, not to mention those who were full of poetry and books. Naturally, they raised their hands in return.

"In Pan Ji, Pan Wenfeng, this is She Di, Pan Kui, Pan Guoshan."

Listening to the other party's introduction, Yang Yanzhao and others also introduced themselves one by one. Somehow, he suddenly remembered a person who had also seen in Daizhou City, one of the famous generals of the Song Dynasty, Pan Mei.

Is it possible that they are after Pan Mei?

As he was guessing, Pan Ji said with a smile, "In fact, I have known you for a long time. I have seen you in the winter examination of the four major colleges, but Pan Wenfeng is not a disciple of the college, so he is not a winter test.

After that, I thought about when I could invite you to talk about the wine. If we are predestined to talk today, why don't we move to the humble house and have a good talk?

This sudden invitation made Yang Yanzhao embarrassed. Judging from the modestness of the other party's conversation, it should not be unnoticed, but Li Zhi has promised them to go to the Penglai Inn. Of course, they can't go there by invitation.

"Brother Wenfeng, I'm about to go to Penglai Inn..."

After a little hesitation, Li Zhi opened his mouth. Pan Ji smiled when he heard the words, "Brother Yuan Pei is going to see the four top cards of the 'Yunyan Pavilion'? It happened that Pan Wenfeng couldn't see her face last night. If she doesn't give up, can she go with you?

After meeting the girl, how about having a small gathering in the house?

"Good, then thank you, Brother Wenfeng."

Hearing Yang Yanzhao's promise, Pan Ji looked happy and quickly let Pan Jian, who was silent, go back to the house to prepare first, and he followed him to the Penglai Inn.

After talking along the way, he was also familiar with him a lot, and Pan Ji was also quite talented. Naturally, his words were very speculative. Yang Yanzhao also confirmed his conjecture that the other party was indeed Pan Mei's son.

Penglai Inn, a relatively common inn in Bianliang City, has become extremely lively because of the comparison of several large brothel buildings. Especially after the 'Yunyan Pavilion' dodged from Huakui last night, the admirers came everywhere and almost squeezed the ancestral inn for several generations.

The shopkeeper is a short and fat old man. He used to be worried about the business of the inn, but the business has been good these two days, and he is praying that these people will make trouble in the inn all the time.

Just because among these people, most of them are the sons of officials, rich and gentry. It is common to say a few words that they don't fight with anger or even fight. These people are not something that ordinary people who open stores can offend.

Reaching out and patting the lazy work in the backyard, "You little boy, why don't you serve the food quickly? The table is waiting in front of you!"

As he spoke, his figure suddenly ran in and said, "Shopkeeper Ding, it's not good. There's an accident ahead."

Old man Ding's scalp, who was most afraid to hear the news, suddenly became numb, "What's the matter?"

"A few people came and went straight upstairs to look for the girls in Yunyan Pavilion. As a result, those guys who had been waiting for a long time got into trouble."

Hearing this, old man Ding felt a pain in his heart. He didn't know how to smash a few tables, so he quickly trotted to the front yard.

When he got there, he was shocked. The son of Han Shilang, who should have shouted the most fiercely, was sitting at the table and drinking muffled wine, and the rest of the people did not dare to make a sound.

"Ha ha ha, since Brother Yuan Pei handed over the invitation last night, several girls must have been waiting for a long time. I'd better wait to go upstairs."

Pan Ji said softly, and Li Zhi nodded repeatedly and secretly gave him a thumbs up. The latter shook his head with a smile. How many people can be born than him?

When I went upstairs, I saw several people standing at the top of the stairs. I think this is also the people downstairs who are afraid that they dare not go upstairs to make trouble.

After talking about the intention, the mystery happened to come out. Thinking of the instructions of my girl last night, I quickly led Yang Yanzhao and others in.

Because of Yang Yanzhao's previous comment with He Yu, Biyue did not appear, so as not to reveal her identity. The room was extremely elegantly decorated. When I saw the four women for the first time, they were also exquisite, weak and delicate, and lovely.

A good talent always writes endless romantic affairs. Although Yang Yanzhao has no intention to join in the fun in this regard, he just sits quietly. However, Li Zhi and others on the side were happy. Even Wen Zhongshu and Zhang Qian were happy, and the four Yanran were beautiful, and the rhythm of the conversation was better, so the more they talked, the more speculative they became.

Unconsciously, when it came to the three poles in the sun, although the conversation was very happy, Li Zhi still stopped talking. After all, Yanran and others also had to rest. As an elegant man, how could he not know how to pity fragrance and cherish jade?

"A few girls, I'll say goodbye later. I'll ask the girl to teach me how to play chess another day."

She was about to say goodbye with a smile. With a hesitant face, she held the skirt on her chest and bit her lips gently. Finally, she made up her mind to face Yang Yanzhao, "Ms. Yang, several princes have left Mobao before. Can you also make a song for the slave family?"

Hearing the words, Li Zhi and others all laughed. The beauty's love for talents has remained unchanged since ancient times. Although they did not show their identity, Yang Yanzhao was a real talent in their eyes, without words. Sitting there was the breath of a talent.

Yang Yanzhao hesitated for a moment, but the three Baimei beside Yanran were a little unhappy. Now they have won the first prize, and there are not many guests who want to be under the skirt, and this person is even a little unhappy to write poems. It's really funny.

Reaching out his hand to stop the Bishui who wanted to speak, Yanran actually showed a plea, "Son, if you don't want to write a poem, can you leave a picture of ink treasure?"

That's all. Anyway, it's my family, and I can't refute the face.

Yu Yan and others have spread their reputation, and there are still many places to use in the future. Although these women do not know the existence of Yang Yanzhao, as the boss behind the scenes, they can't even refuse this request.

Seeing Yang Yanzhao nodding, Yanran was overjoyed and hurried to the desk and personally sharpened ink for Yang Yanzhao. The latter stepped forward, picked up the pen, thought for a moment, and quickly wrote on the paved rice paper.

"The delicate clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels secretly. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless things in the world.

Tenderness is like water, and the good time is like a dream. I endure the way back to the bridge. If the two love last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening?

After the book, the pen stayed for a while, and finally mentioned the word 'Yang Jing' under the rice paper. Then he put down the pen and took the lead in walking downstairs in Yanran's dullness.

"If a good relationship lasts for a long time, how can it be in the morning and evening..."

Bai Mei and others are all familiar with reading books. Naturally, they can see at a glance that this word is a shocking work, which is no less than the excellent work taken from the owner a while ago.

"Sister Yanran, the word 'Yang Jing' is so familiar. Do you know who it is?"

Shuiyue pointed to the small character in the lower corner, frowned, and tried to recall where she had heard the name from her mind.

"Silly sister, don't you recognize that this is Yang's thin gold body?"

After coming to her senses, Yanran carefully put away the rice paper and said it gently. Suddenly, the three women around her exclaimed, "Is he Mr. Yang with the talent of the world?" That champion? In this way, the rest of the people are also...?"

"It should be the six gentlemen who are famous in the forest. As for the prince in blue, I have also met him once. He should be the son of General Pan, a famous general of the current dynasty."

With the affirmation of Yanran, Baimei and the three of them have sorted out the poems written by Li Zhi and others just now. These are all the ink treasures of the six gentlemen. Wherever they are placed, they are rare.

"It's better for Sister Yanran to recognize Yang. With his Mobao, it's enviable. By the way, how does Sister Yanran know that he is Mr. Yang?"

Yanran was silent, with a smile on the corners of her mouth. In her mind, she couldn't help thinking of the mystery that she was hungry in the middle of the night. When she went to the kitchen to pick up food, she overheard the conversation between the owner and another person.

I didn't expect that everyone in Yang was so talented and learned so much. Those intoxicating masterpieces came from him. It would be great if he could compose another song with Yanran.

Thinking of this, Yanran couldn't help scolding her greed, and her hands couldn't help holding the word tighter.

Spring is full of buildings. In the past, most of the guests are missing. In the backyard, the sound of the piano is still touching, but there are no one in the dozens of tables.

"Those disciples are so happy with the new and hate the old!"

"Zhang..."

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Qiongshang turned her face and said, "Luo Shuang, remember, you are not the woman in this brothel. You like the new and hate the old and have nothing to do with you!"

Being scolded by this, Luo Shuang hurriedly lowered his head, "Master, forgive me, and the servants know it's wrong."

I ignored it. Qiong Shang wiped her hand on the sweat towel, "Go back and remember our real mission!"

After the four women left, Qiong Shang pushed the door and entered the room. On the table, there were several pieces of rice paper, which were all poems recited by Yanran and others last night.

On the other side of the desk, there was a palm-sized pamphlet. Opening it, Qiongshang couldn't help frowning slightly, "How can these be similar to what he did?"