Chapter 73 Enmation

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Yang Yanzhao, who was walking on the street, was much happier. The Zhe brothers really helped him sweep the tail. The Yulong Gang took the blame, but the crime of conspiracy was indeed a little bigger.

But the death of more than 100 people in Zhujie Lane can't be calmed down without terrible charges, so it is appropriate to plot a rebellion, but these two uncles also have to take risks.

While Yang Yanzhao was secretly thinking about it, a sudden voice came to his ear, "Son, please stay."

Turning his head, he saw a man in blue. His eyes were slightly restrained. He should be a practitioner, so he stopped walking and said, "What did you say?"

"Ye-huh, my second general has been waiting for the prince for a long time."

The second general, in Fuzhou City, the only one who can have this name is Zhe Yuqing. Yang Yanzhao immediately held his fist and said, "It's hard to lead the way forward."

Through the bustling crowd, he walked about 100 meters ahead. In an elegant teahouse, the man in blue went straight up and stopped in front of the elegant room in the aisle on the second floor.

Gently knocked on the hollow Zhumen with tulle embroidery, "Second General, Mr. Yang is here."

After saying that, the man flashed aside and made a gesture of invitation to Yang Yanzhao, "Son, please."

When I opened the door, the smoke in the room curled up with a faint fragrance. This was the second time that Yang Yanzhao had experienced the scene. The last time, it was in Zhuxuanju in the college. Xu Shi also liked to use the incense burner. He thought it was a favorite thing for literati, but he didn't expect that Zhe Yuqing also had a special love for this thing.

In front of the window is a beautifully carved wooden bed with a table on it, and Zhe Yuqing was cross-legged in front of the table. He saw Yang Yanzhao coming in and pointed to the chess game that had been set on the table.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Let's have a hand addiction with me first."

"What is my uncle's order, does Yan Zhao dare not obey?"

Both of them know about the matter of Zhujie Lane. Since Zhe Yuqing did not speak clearly, Yang Yanzhao was not in a hurry to show his intention. Anyway, there is a lot of time today, and it's okay to play a few games.

Wrong, layout.

Soon, the fierce battle began. The chess power of the two is almost the same, and Zhe Yuqing has been studying chess skills with Zhe Yuxun since the last defeat to Yang Yanzhao. At this time, he can also compete with Yang Yanzhao.

"Uncle is so good at chess that Yan Zhao can't reach it."

Yang Yanzhao abandoned his son and admitted defeat. The latter frowned dissatisfiedly when he heard the words, "There is something in your heart. This game of chess is incalculable. I thought you would not be surprised when something happened, but I didn't expect that there were times when you were confused."

With an embarrassment on his face, Yang Yanzhao smiled awkwardly. "My uncle's eyes are like a torch. Yan Zhao is having trouble. Today, I also want to find my uncle's help."

"What's bothering?"

Zhe Yuqing angrily picked up the tea at the side of the case and took two sips. "I also have annoyance. You actually took hundreds of lives in anger. If the court asks the guilt, how can you let me and my brother handle it!"

He was very dissatisfied, but when he saw Yang Yanzhao's smile, even if he wanted to be angry, he couldn't find someone to vent his anger. He could only put down the teacup in his hand. "This action is smaller, and not everything can be suppressed."

Hearing the words, Yang Yanzhao was overjoyed. Zhe Yuqing's anger was obviously much smaller than he had imagined before. Now when he heard this sentence, he hurriedly nodded repeatedly. "Yan Zhao understands that this time he just asked his uncle to do a small favor. I want Qi Wenyan's family to be ruined."

Listening to such understated words, Zhe Yuqing almost ran away again. He and his brother expected that Yang Yanzhao would retaliate, but they didn't expect it to be so cruel.

I couldn't help thinking of the bloody scene in Zhujie Lane last night, and Zhe Yuqing's face was embarrassed. "The limelight of the Yulong Gang has not yet passed, and the Qi family is also a big family in Fuzhou. How can it be easily defeated?"

"What if he colluded with the Fish and Dragon Gang to make trouble?"

Yang Yanzhao still laughed softly, but Zhe Yuqing couldn't sit still. Qi Wenyan had a good intention to kill him, but now more than 100 people have died under the long gun. Why don't you reveal it?

After all, the conspiracy method makes people panic.

He moved the incense burner in front of him with his hand, and then spit out a large ball of fresh fragrance from the mouth sitting on the incense burner.

"When I came, my brother told me to meet your requirements as much as possible. He said that you will have a great weather in the future. Now to help you is also helping the Zhe family.

I don't know why my brother said these words and why he is so sure of you, but if you want to get along in the court, you must learn to endure. At any time, there will be someone to help you clean up the mess. Your moderation and the basis of your work may be worthless in the eyes of others.

My brother and I don't like calculating, but his vision is higher than mine. He believes in you, and I will naturally help you. I hope you can rise up one day.

After saying that, Zhe Yuqing got up and left. Yang Yanzhao was still thinking about his words. The more he thought about it, the more afraid he was. Soon his back sweated coldly.

Zhe Yuqing's words are not bad. If the Zhe brothers don't take action, will he still have a chance to sit here? Can you continue to get fame, walk around Bianjing, and look at the court with a smile?

No one will help you clean up the mess at any time.

Like thunder echoing in Yang Yanzhao's ear, now he is expelled from his family and has no help. Forbearance is the best choice.

In the past few days, where does the self-confidence in my heart come from?

Yang Yanzhao began to reflect on his mood these days. He was indeed a little impetuous. If it hadn't been for the words of Zhe Yuqing, I'm afraid he didn't know when he would wake up.

Walking out of the teahouse, the sunshine at the end of May sprinkled on him, but it made him feel a little prickly. Looking at the endless crowd on the street, Yang Yanzhao no longer had any thoughts about looking at those market hawkers and hurriedly walked to the courtyard.

It was not until he entered the familiar yard that Yang Yanzhao's heart calmed down a little. Unconsciously, the peach blossoms were about to fall. Although the exhaust wind swept the yard every day, there was still a faint light red under the peach tree, and the thin branches began to hang blue peaches.

Under the peach tree, I was carefully counting the exhaust wind of peach fruits. Hearing the footsteps, I quickly turned my head and said, "Son, you're back. This peach tree is falling fast. It won't take long to eat peaches."

"Yes, I haven't eaten peaches for a long time. I don't know if the peaches here are delicious."

Yang Yanzhao said softly, and Xiao Paifeng also echoed after hearing it, "Yes, this peach doesn't look full. It's definitely not as delicious as Mr. Xu's. His peaches are always big and sweet."

While talking, the little face was a little lost.

With some apologies, he held the exhaust wind in his arms and took off the peach petal on her head. "Next year, will it be good for you to eat enough in Bianjing?"

"Bianjing?"

There was some surprise in the words of exhaust, "Bianjing is the capital of the State of Song. It's far from here. Are we going there?"

It turned out that she didn't know that if Yang Yanzhao wanted to be an official, she must obtain the qualification of the provincial examination, which was held in Bianjing. And in her eyes, the State of Song is still only the State of Song, not our dynasty, nor can it become a Daizhou city.

"Exhaust wind, I can't say the word Song Guo anymore in the future. Do you remember?"

In the future, wandering around Bianjing will inevitably offend people, and the word "Song Dynasty" is likely to cause unnecessary trouble.

"I know the prince."

Exhaust wind nodded. Although she didn't know why Yang Yanzhao said so, she would do it when the prince ordered so.

A burst of fragrance comes, which is different from the fragrance of peach blossoms. This is the aroma of thick soup.

Not long after, Aunt Zhang came in with a porcelain bowl and put the bowl in her hand on the table in the yard. "Ms. Yang, this is what I stewed. I hope you don't dislike it."

"Aunuch Zhang said too much. I haven't thanked Aunt Zhang for taking care of me and Paifeng for many days. Now I still drink Aunt Zhang's chicken soup, which should be Yang Yanzhao's blessing."

" Mr. Yang is too polite. The fire at home has not been extinguished, so I'm going back now."

Aunt Zhang's face was still a little pale. She even waved her hand and walked out. The exhaust wind followed her and didn't leave her behind.

Yang Yanzhao went back to the room and took two pairs of bowls and chopsticks, divided the chicken soup, and the exhaust wind pulled up his mouth. "Son, this is the exhaust wind specially bought for Aunt Zhang. Look, she almost brought us such a big bowl."

"Aunuch Zhang is a woman with backbone and independent opinions. Otherwise, she can't obey Zhang Qiubai alone. After a while, you can go to the market to buy some nourishing things. When you send it over, you will say that you can't make dishes, which will not be too embarrassing."

"Ye-huh, I know the prince."

After drinking chicken soup, he drained and took some silver and went to the market. Yang Yanzhao went back to the study to pick up a pen and read a book to retaliate against the Qi family. Since Zhe Yuqing agreed, it will definitely be done.

As for the Qi family's business, it will not be too difficult to ask for a favor with the two uncles of the Zhe family.

So all he has to do now is to calm down, return to the previously planned trajectory, study well, and prepare to get ahead from the subject test.

At noon, Paifeng brought back a few delicious stir-fried dishes. It seems that Aunt Zhang also understood Yang Yanzhao's intention. She did not refuse, but still had her reservedness.

After lunch, she cleaned up the dishes and cooked some tea as usual. When she had nothing to do, she went to the next door to visit Aunt Zhang, who had not yet recovered.

Yang Yanzhao did not take a rest as usual. He took the fragrant tea into the study and continued to read the poems and books. The scriptures and Moyi in Jinshi are both the memory of the original text. Even if he is familiar with some words in the book, he still can't use the words accurately, and there are some shortcomings in making sentences.

Zhe Yuqing's words deeply awakened him. He wanted to endure, but Yang Yanzhao also heard another meaning. If he can't hold other people's life and death in a high position, he should learn to swallow his anger.

restrained the inexplicable self-confidence from later generations. The tip of the pen in Yang Yanzhao's hand was painted on white paper, and the beautiful thin gold body suddenly left a line of small words.

Jin Lin is not a thing in the pool. When he encounters the wind and clouds, he turns into a dragon.

The white left hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, and his eyes were full of firmness. In this life, he must live a glorious life!