Chapter 65 The Place of Qingtan, Sanzui'an

"Mom, the child is back!"

Not far behind Aunt Zhang's words, a young man in a white gown and a violet headband came in. He was good-looking and dressed as a scholar. He looked quite heroic as a young man.

Holding the cloth bag taken from his body in his hand, Zhang Qian found that there were two more people in the room than usual. He knew the little girl. When he was making cooking cakes with his mother, it was the twisted little girl who knocked on the wooden door of the front yard.

"Son Zhang, this is the son of my family."

Zhang Qian put the cloth bag aside, nodded slightly to Yang Yanzhao, and then shook his hand to the exhaust wind. "Exhaust, don't call me a prince anymore. Zhang Qian is just a scholar from a poor family, which is far from the word 'boy'."

After saying that, he sat down at the table, picked up the rice bowl and handed it to Aunt Zhang. "It's the child's fault to let my mother wait for a long time. When I was out of school, I was confused and didn't want to miss the time."

"My son's studies are important, and my mother is very happy. How can she blame him?"

At this moment, Aunt Zhang's face was full of tenderness, and the mother hoped that her son would be successful. The scene was very warm, but Yang Yanzhao didn't know why, and his heart was a little sour and a little envy.

"Brother Zhang, I'm Yang Jing, and my name is Yan Zhao. I'm here to ask about the college."

It's not a way to sit down, so Yang Yanzhao said bluntly. After hearing this, the latter quickly swallowed the food in his mouth. "Brother Yang, you don't have to be so polite. You and I are the same age. Just call me Qiu Bai. As for the matter asked, you should know everything and say everything."

After getting to know each other, Yang Yanzhao was not pretentious, so he asked about things in the college, and the latter could obviously guess his intention. If he really told everything he knew, even which master was good at strategy and who was good at the Nine Classics, he also said it out in his mind.

After Aunt Zhang's mother and son finished eating, Yang Yanzhao and Zhang Qian were also familiar with each other. After talking for a while, Aunt Zhang began to meet. Zhang Qian hurried to help, while Yang Yanzhao asked him to go to the college tomorrow, so he said goodbye and walked to the courtyard.

"Son, don't you want Aunt Zhang to help cook?" Back in the yard, the wind handed me tea and asked softly.

After taking a sip of herbal tea, Yang Yanzhao shook his head and said, "I thought that Aunt Zhang's family was not rich and gave her two taels of money. On the one's, she could help us do housework, and on the other's was to save Aunt Zhang's pain of walking through the streets.

It's just that just now, after seeing Qiu Bai, I changed my mind. It's always a little inappropriate to learn from my classmates in the future. It's better to take some money and bring some to Aunt Zhang for grocery shopping and household matters.

Readers have the high level of readers. Yang Yanzhao is not sure whether all readers are like this, but after a conversation, Zhang Qian must have it. Therefore, if the help becomes kindness, it is against his original intention.

The exhaust air picked up the oil wick with a small wooden stick to make the study light up a little more. Yang Yanzhao picked up the scroll and looked at the exhaust air full of idleness. "If you are idle and bored, go to Aunt Zhang to be a helper, but don't come back too late."

"Oh!"

The wind went out in a hurry. She didn't need to embroider and practice words. It was really a little boring for her at night. The prince was busy studying scriptures, and it was difficult for him to tell those beautiful stories, so it was a good choice to go to Aunt Zhang's house to help.

The small courtyard opened quietly, and the breeze blew a faint fragrance of flowers into the house. Yang Yanzhao held a book in his left hand, held a pen in his right hand, and began to study hard again.

"Son, Brother Qiu Bai is here."

In the small courtyard, Yang Yanzhao happened to receive the last ceremony. The martial arts could not be left behind. When he learned that Zhang Qian would go to the college on the fifth day, Yang Yanzhao had to wake up an hour early, practice boxing and exercise his muscles and bones.

Zhang Qian entered the yard and happened to see Liu Yanzhao's closing. At the moment, he was very surprised, "It turns out that Yan Zhao is a master who can reach out."

"I practiced for a few years when I was a child. I was able to strengthen my body and never left it, which made Qiu Bai laugh."

After a simple wash, he put on the only set of cyan gown without a hat. Yang Yanzhao was also lazy and tied his hair with blue silk. Although it was a little different from Zhang Qian's standard scholar dressed around him, it was also a little more sasive.

"Exhaust, I went to the college to study. If you have nothing to do at home, you can go out with Aunt Zhang."

Holding a few books in his arms and quickly eating the cooking cake handed over by Zhang Qian with his right hand, Yang Yanzhao began his school journey in this way.

The fifth watch day is just at dawn, and the morning breeze is gentle, with the sound of chickens singing.

"The breeze disperses the turbid curtain, and the German birds urge people to know."

Yang Yanzhao said such a sentence, but it brightened Zhang Qian's eyes, "Yan Zhao is a great talent. What a virtue and bird is inspiring. It is the same as the ancients' dancing when they smell the chicken."

I didn't expect Zhang Qian to match this with the smell of chicken dancing. Of course, Yang Yanzhao repeatedly praised, held the book in his hand, and suddenly returned to the familiar picture.

Talking and laughing in parallel with people, holding a few books in his hand, he lives a carefree and happy life all day long, but that life has not been touched for a long time.

The college in Fuzhou City is not on the noisy street. Next to the small bamboo forest in the south of the city, by the clear water pool, there are several houses, which are quiet and elegant.

Look at its behavior and know its nature, but from the selection of the location of the college, Yang Yanzhao can be sure that the person who runs the college seems to be a learned person. Maybe he has really come to the right place.

"This is the Sanzui Temple. At this time, it's still early. You might as well go to the pool to read."

With that, Zhang Qian skillfully walked to the side of the clear pool. The grass was secluded, the stones were messy, and the reflection was clear water, but it was also pleasant.

In his ear is the sound of the breeze passing through the bamboo forest. Looking at this beautiful scenery, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help sighing, "Three drunken temples, one drunken in Mozhu, two drunken pool, three drunken pen and ink. In this way, this name is also appropriate."

"Miao, Miao, this little brother has such insight into everything, which makes me admire him."

The voice came from the bamboo forest and turned his head, but the old man was wearing a white shirt and stepping on the clouds. His white hair was half tied behind him with a silk scarf. At this moment, he was holding an inch-long white beard with a kind smile on his face.

"It's rare to meet someone who knows San Zui'an."

The old man walked to Yang Yanzhao's side, and his eyes were full of appreciation. Although the latter did not know the origin of the old man, he could faintly tell from his behavior.

Maybe he is the owner of the college.

After giving a gift from the younger generation, Yang Yanzhao answered with a smile, "It's just nonsense, which makes the elders laugh. The dean is an elegant scholar. If he learns the nonsense of the younger generation, I'm afraid he will shake his head."

Listening to Yang Yanzhao's words, the old man looked at him twice. After seeing Yang Yanzhao's dress, he still smiled and said, "Are you a student of Sanzui'an?"

"No."

"Have you ever known it with the dean?"

"I came to study today, so I haven't met him."

"Then how did you know that he would shake his head without saying anything?"

After being asked repeatedly, Yang Yanzhao was a little speechless. The old man was too inquisitive. He was just modest. How could he ask so step by step?

It's completely unreasonable and unforgiving. It really doesn't match this elegant appearance. Is he really the owner of the college?

He guessed in his heart, but he still smiled awkwardly, "It's all nonsense from the younger generation, which makes you laugh."

When the old man saw Yang Yanzhao's slightly stunned and embarrassed appearance, he immediately laughed, "I don't joke. I'm not sure whether the guy shook his head or not, but at least he will sigh because of the three drunkenness in your mouth."

Hearing the words, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth.

The old man looked for a stone stool on one side. After sitting down, he looked at Zhang Qian, who was reading the book carefully a few feet away, and casually asked, "Afterlife, are you going to participate in the imperial examination?"

"Exactly, the longer you study hard at home, the more doubts you have in your heart, so you come to Sanzui Temple and ask the doctor to solve your doubts."

After listening to this, the old man nodded and nodded, "Yes, it's good to hear that there is a sequence. You can't just immerse yourself in studying hard. The saint was also a three-person who must have my teacher. By the way, you study just to be an official?"

Obviously, the foreword and the afterword of the old man's words are not the same, as if there is a sudden turning point, but fortunately, Yang Yanzhao's thinking has enough jumping, and a famous sentence that he once liked very much immediately surged out of his mind.

After taking two steps forward, Yang Yanzhao bowed to San Zui'an, his face was full of solemnity, and he said plagiarism forcefully.

"What you said is not good. The pen and ink in the junior's chest just wants to set up the heart for heaven and earth, set up the life for the people, follow the unique learning of the saints, and open a world of peace!"

The smile on the old man's face froze, and then laughed again. This time, his voice was much louder than before, and he laughed happily.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

After saying three good words in a row, the old man turned around and walked into the bamboo forest, from the bamboo forest and then from the bamboo forest, leaving a bright laugh.

Yang Yanzhao, who stayed in place, smiled secretly. Although he didn't know who the old man was, at least he had a fort. Fortunately, he had goods in his stomach, which shocked the ancients.

"Brother Yanzhao is a great talent, and Qiu Bai is not as good as him."

He came to his senses, but listened to Zhang Qian's voice, who had put down the scroll in his hand and said sincerely to Yang Yanzhao.

His face was a little hot. After being modest for a while, Yang Yanzhao pointed to the bamboo forest, "Qiu Bai, did you know the old man just now?"

Zhang Qian shook his head and said, "I've never seen it in the college. I thought it was Yan Zhao's old, so I didn't bother you."

Aren't you from the college? Yang Yanzhao couldn't figure it out, but then he was relieved that there were many talented people in the world, which was regarded as an interesting encounter.

"Brother Yanzhao, Mr. Li should come to the college. I'll take you to find him. If Mr. Li agrees to your admission, the dean will naturally agree."

"Then there will be Lao Qiubai."

At present, entering the college is the first thing. Without thinking about the old man just now, Yang Yanzhao tightened the book in his arms and followed Zhang Qian to the several houses.