Chapter 102 The False Name of Mo Laiyou

Songzhou originated from the State of Song, but it is Song Taizu and Zhao Kuangyin who really made it famous in the Song Dynasty.

At that time, Taizu was the governor of the German army in the later Zhou Dynasty. The governing place was Songzhou, and after Chen Qiao's mutiny, the country's name was also "Song".

Therefore, this city is also the skill of the dragon. Of course, it proudly spread its wings and soared to the sky in the Song Dynasty. Moreover, Songzhou is on the edge of Bianshui, with convenient transportation and business travel. Since the Sui and Tang Dynasties, it has developed into a metropolis.

Today, it is like a prosperous state city after Bianliang.

However, what makes Songzhou more civilized is the cultural foundation of this place. Perhaps it will be easy to understand if you change the name, Songzhou is the place of Shangqiu that will be well known to the world in the future.

This is the main position of hundreds of Chinese schools of thought, and is also the birthplace of Chinese Confucianism and Taoism. Among them, the celebrities are even more difficult to count. From Suiren's family to Hou Fangyu, they are all from here. It is also the hometown of the Confucian and Taoist saints and Laozi.

The bustling downtown of Songzhou became quiet in the south of the city. There was a college there, so that passers-by couldn't help but get up easily, for fear of annoying the students who were studying hard in the courtyard.

The carriage stopped gently at the door of the college. Yang Yanzhao jumped out and looked up at the glazed bricks and tiles. The four words 'Suiyang Academy' on the door plaque were vigorous and powerful.

On the steps in front of the door, two mahogany columns stood on their feet, and the book was written 'The students are frequently the best talent in Song Ting, and Suiyang Shixing Academy crowned China'.

The whole college has hit a lot more than Sanzui'an, and there is also a momentum that does not move.

"Brother Yanzhao, this is Suiyang Academy. Do you want me to go in to find Master Zhang?"

"This is natural, but not at this moment," Yang Yanzhao looked at the sun that was about to droop to the west. "Now I'm familiar with the way, and it's still early. Brother Hede, can I find a small courtyard? It won't be spring until March next year. I've been in Songzhou for several months, and I have to have a place to live.

"Brother Yan Zhao said the same, but if you want to prepare for the examination, then find an empty house nearby, so that it will be more convenient to go to and from the college."

With that, Guo Huai boarded the carriage and pulled Yang Yanzhao aside. Because of its reputation, there are many clean small houses nearby to rent or sell, but the money is higher than that of other places.

And this is nothing for Yang Yanzhao, who is not short of money.

"This woman is also thoughtful. She has a complete set of things at home, which saves you and me from going to the market to buy them one by one."

He glanced at the stools, chairs, tables and cabinets in the room, pots, bowls and pans, and even rice grain, which made Guo Huai couldn't help but sigh that Mrs. Wang, who had to paste the silver face just now, still had some advantages.

The small courtyard is not big, with only three wing rooms, but it is fresh and elegantly decorated. The courtyard is loaded with cold plums, but the severe winter has not yet come, and the cold plums have not spit out bright flowers. On the steps, there are two pots of crisp nine-section lotus.

It seems that even if you are doing business, you can figure out the preferences of the guests. No wonder the nearby houses are in short supply. If it hadn't been for the price increase, it might be really difficult to find this small house today.

"Brother Hede, can I go to the college to have a look?"

Putting down the package, Yang Yanzhao looked at the sky. It was almost sunset. It was time for the college to study. It was just right to visit Zhang Shi.

Don't disturb his teaching or be disturbed by others.

There was no place to raise horses in the small yard, so Guo Huai took the carriage by the way. When he passed by an inn, he lost a piece of silver to the smiling face and sent the carriage to the inn stable.

On the street, there are obviously more people. Most of them are long-shirts and square scarves, and scholars holding books in groups of books. In the restaurants on both sides, there are also shy little women, looking at the handsome descendants passing by.

The nose was full of the fragrance of cooking smoke and vegetables. Yang Yanzhao and Guo Huairong walked in this bustling crowd, about a quarter of an hour before they arrived at Suiyang Academy.

At the door, from time to time, a scholar came out. Yang Yanzhao stepped forward and stopped him from being a little older. "This gentleman, may I ask Zhang Shi, Zhang Yuhe in the college?"

When the man heard what Yang Yanzhao said, his frowning and meditative face suddenly sank, and his eyes were a little unhappy. This move surprised the latter.

Is it possible that what he just said is disrespectful?

Seeing that Yang Yanzhao was unfamiliar with each other, he was dissatisfied for a moment and said with a little politeness, "I'm not Mr. Academy, but just a student. Zhang Shi has left. If you want to find him, you can go to Zhang Shifu."

It turns out to be like this. No wonder the other party doesn't like it, and it's also he who forgot. In the scientific examination, white-haired old people are everywhere, and there are many people in their first year.

What's more, the ancients have a good face, and the scholars are especially good, so just now the word 'sir' said that he didn't turn his face, which was already open-minded.

He bent down slightly to apologize. Yang Yanzhao no longer said anything about what happened just now. He directly revealed and asked again, "I don't know if Brother Tai can tell me where Zhang Shi's family lives. My younger brother and brother have come a long way to find Zhang Shi's business."

"Since you come from afar and you are not familiar with the neighborhood, I might as well take you."

Of course, it's impossible for someone to lead the way. In this way, Yang Yanzhao was overjoyed and said, "That's great. Thank you, brother."

Guo Huai also held his fist and thanked, "Thank you very much."

At this time, Wen Zhongshu took a look at Guo Huai beside Yang Yanzhao. Seeing that his face was dull and he had no literary style, he was not interested, but nodded politely in response.

Crossing several alleys, perhaps he felt that Yang Yanzhao's speech was elegant, so Wen Zhongshu began to talk to him. After hearing that the latter was Fuzhou Xieyuan, he couldn't help but look directly at it.

"It turns out that you are Xie Yuan from Fuzhou, but Wen Bingyang is disrespectful."

Yang Yanzhao hurriedly helped him up who saluted. "Why did Brother Wen have to kill his younger brother like this? Yang Jing is just lucky. Besides, Fuzhou is no better than Songzhou, where the crouching tiger and hiding dragons are. The masters are like clouds. The younger brother is just the light of the bright moon, and he dares not compete with the sun."

Hearing the words, Wen Zhongshu smiled, "Brother Xie Yuan is really too modest. Although Fuzhou City is in the north, it is also a place of outstanding people. If you can win the first place in the test, you must be full of talent in your chest and learn rich..."

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped his voice, stopped walking, turned around, and pointed to Yang Yanzhao in surprise, "Are you from the north? What's the surname Yang Mingjing?"

He was a little puzzled, but Yang Yanzhao still nodded, "Exactly, Brother Wen."

"Did you leave the word 'Fisherman's Pride' in the Yanwang Mansion?"

"Yanwang Mansion?"

Yang Yanzhao was a little stunned. For a moment, he really couldn't think of when he had been to the Yan Palace, and who was the Yan King?

"It is Zhao Dezhao, the son of the former emperor, who has been crowned as the king of Yan." Seeing that Yang Yanzhao was not pretending to be confused, Wen Zhongshu lowered his voice and reminded him.

Hearing this sentence, Yang Yanzhao remembered that there was indeed such a thing. At the beginning of spring, he hurried to Bianliang and wanted to ask to see Zhao Guangyi. He was desperate and used Zhao Dezhao's stepping stone.

At that time, he left a plagiarism word and was asked by the Zhao brothers to copy it.

"Brother Wen said this, as if there was something about it."

"It's really you!"

Wen Zhongshu suddenly exclaimed and pulled Yang Yanzhao's sleeves, which made Guo Huai, who followed silently behind him, immediately tighten up.

If it hadn't been for Yang Yanzhao's secret interception with his right hand, he would have fallen Wen Zhongshu to the ground.

After being excited, Wen Zhongshu also noticed his abnormality. He quickly let go of his hand and saluted Yang Yanzhao, "Students don't know Mount Tai, but they don't even know Mr. Yang."

Once again, he was in the clouds. Yang Yanzhao, who didn't know why, quickly helped him up, "Brother Wen, why are you doing this?"

"Don't you know anything about Yang?"

"Brother Wen, don't talk nonsense. Yang Jing is just a yellow-mouthed child. How can he afford the word 'everyone'? If Brother Wen is sincere to meet, he will call me Yanzhao. Don't mention the name of everyone again."

Seeing that Yang Yanzhao's words were sullen, Wen Zhongshu was respectful. He felt more in his heart, and his tone was even softer, and he took him to solve his doubts.

It turned out that after Yang Yanzhao left, the Zhao Defang brothers often took the 'fisherman's pride' he left to appreciate, while Zhao Dezhao liked documents and made friends with some Shilin people, often recruited these people to enter the house to drink and talk happily.

As a result, the word "fisherman's pride" spread, and the heroic style of words swept away the willow spirit in the Bianliang. Not only the literati who often regard themselves as romantic and elegant, but also the bold generals chanted two sentences from time to time.

Of course, with the popularity of words, there is also the thin and strong handwriting, even the calligraphy in Bianliang, everyone sighs.

Even Mr. Zeping likes it very much. He often asks the king of Yan for the 'fisherman's pride', but Zhao Dezhao is always unwilling to send it out. The latter can only sigh alone at the imitation of the house.

Mr. Zeping is Zhao Pu, the prince of the ups and downs of the officialdom of the Song Dynasty.

"I don't know how Brother Wen knows that he is a man of 'Fisherman's Pride'?"

This is Yang Yanzhao's doubts after listening to it for a long time. At the beginning, his name was Liu Jing, and the world is so big. Who can know that Yang Yanzhao is Liu Jing?

"Ha ha, there is no airless wall in the world. Brother Yan Zhao, the fact that you met Xiao Zhao in Shannan has already spread all over. In March, the flowers in the forest are in full bloom, and you can make a masterpiece with the words of the wine party. What a longing thing."

Wen Zhongshu said intermittently, with a happy face, but the more Yang Yanzhao listened, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Of course, the fact that his lyrics were written in the palace of Zhao Dezhao in Bianliang cannot be spread abroad. Otherwise, the world knows that the Northern Han Dynasty was destroyed by a young man who was not as good as a weak crown. What is Zhao Song's face?

It's just why the Zhao Dezhao brothers publicized this matter, and even point out his identity. In addition, Zhao Pu, is it possible that he really likes his own calligraphy?

To tell the truth, Yang Yanzhao didn't believe it. How can a person who says half of the Analects to govern the world have an infatuated love for pen and ink?

For some reason, Yang Yanzhao suddenly felt that there was a strong smell of conspiracy in Bianliang City, which had not yet stepped into.