Chapter 104 A few plums in the clear water in front of the pond

Because of Yang Yanzhao's words, Wen Zhongshu's heart was suddenly a little free and easy. It is no wonder that he was not in a mood with those who read and played. Now his heart knots have been untied by the former's two sentences, and naturally he is not like people who make fun of him.

Through the corridor, Wen Zhongshu stopped in front of a house. After knocking on the door, Zhang Hao's voice came from the room.

"Student Wen Bingyang has met Zhang Shi."

"Bingyang, come in." When he saw Yang Yanzhao behind him, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Yanzhao is also here. It turns out that you two have known each other for a long time."

"I have met Zhang Shi", Yang Yanzhao saluted, "Brother Bingyang and I met yesterday, but it was the same at first sight. Thanks to Brother Bingyang, students can find Zhang Shi's residence."

"No wonder, yesterday I wondered how my mansion was located in the deep streets and alleys. How did you find out? It turned out that Bingyang led the way."

Zhang Shi's words are very kind. In his words, he seems to have a good relationship with Wen Zhongshu.

Seeing this situation, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help sighing. It seems that Wen Zhongshu must be knowledgeable. As a descendant of Ghost Valley, Zhang Shi is definitely not a mediocre person who can get his eyes on him.

Perhaps this relationship has been successful.

After saying a few more words, Wen Zhongshu and the two said goodbye and went back to the library to read, while Zhang Shi took Yang Yanzhao to the back of the college.

The more you go in, the more green your eyes are. It doesn't seem to be affected by the bleak autumn cold. These plants that she can't say are still crisp.

There is a small pond with clear water. By the pond, there is a simple hut living near the water.

Before he got to the house, Zhang Shi smiled and said, "Pingze, come and see my new disciple. It's definitely not what your Han children from Xiangzhou can match!"

Listening to the words, there seems to be a gap?

Yang Yanzhao was a little confused in his heart. For a moment, he heard a cheerful laughter from the room, "You, Yu He, you are jealous of me. Every year, you visit good talents everywhere every year, but in the end, it's all in vain, and today you come from humiliation?"

The other party's words did not make Zhang Hao look stunned at all. He continued to smile and said, "If you say something big, your tongue will be flashed off!"

During the conversation, Yang Yanzhao had followed him to the hut. Because he didn't know who lived in the house, he did not dare to enter. Instead, Zhang Hao couldn't wait to reach out to him, "Why are you stunned? Why don't come in? Let the old guy lose!"

In response, he entered the hut, and a fragrance rushed to his face. On a table in the room, there was a stove boiling tea on a small fire, and not far from the stove, there was a soft and dancing auspicious golden beast.

A few wooden chairs and a bookcase. After the bookcase, the old man in a brown robe and white hair was holding a wide sleeve in his left hand and writing on the bookcase without raising his head.

Zhang Shi picked up the boiled tea and poured a cup of tea. He took a sip. "Pingze, what are you writing? You should look up and see if you are guilty?"

"You old man are really boring. You wanted to write an adverbial character, but you bothered me out of your interest. I just want to see what kind of sacred you have brought!"

With that, he put down the pen in his hand and raised his head. Only then did Yang Yanzhao see his appearance. His round face and thumb armor-like short eyebrows were also mostly white. He suddenly looked no different from the old man next door in the market.

But the person in front of him is not an ordinary old man who is basking in the sun without anything, because he is in the Suiyang Academy, in the deepest part of Suiyang Academy.

There is no doubt that it is naturally the mountain chief, Di Qing and Di Pingze.

"It seems to be a little pleasing to the appearance."

Di Qing slowly vomited, and Yang Yanzhao bent down and saluted, "Student Yang Jing has seen the mountain chief."

Speaking this sentence, Yang Yanzhao suddenly felt that his body was shrouded in a breath that penetrated his heart, and Di Qing's surprised voice also came from his ears, "Yang Jing, is it a child of the Yang Ye family?"

Although he has been expelled from the house, his biological father and adoptive mother could not be changed. Although Yang Yanzhao nodded and said, "It's the student."

"In this way, it's a good seedling. No wonder you, Zhang Yuhe, can be so excited."

"That's of course. Let's wait and see at the academic meeting at the end of the month."

Zhang Hao said in his words pretending to be dissatisfied. The latter laughed and said, "Look at your virtues. Don't think that you can get Guangbi if you find this son. It's not sure who will die. I'm talking about it. Did I say that he will enter Suiyang College?"

As soon as this word came out, Yang Yanzhao's heart was suddenly startled, but Zhang Hao added some tea to the cup in his hand carelessly and said slowly, "In terms of talents in the world, if you Di Pingze ranks second, I'm afraid no one dares to be the first. Since you don't accept him, I'll go back and teach him slowly.

It's just that good jade is hard to find. You also know about Yang Jing. I won't say anything superfluous. It's up to you whether you accept it or not.

After saying that, after drinking tea, he had to leave with Yang Yanzhao. Di Qing behind him couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile, "How can you be so naughty and more rogue? You can't do it, but you have to have a condition."

"Typ about it."

"Although my Suiyang College recruits talented people from all over the world, I need to go through the examination to enter my college. Since he has obtained the Fuzhou Jieyuan, there is no doubt that he can learn it.

The ancients often say that the words contain wind and bones, revealing the true temperament of people. In this case, why don't he write a small poem for me?

Hearing the words, Zhang Hao pointed to Di Qing and answered angrily, "Well, Di Pingze, you are so shameless. That's all, Yan Zhao, you can write a few sentences at will, so that he can't imitate all day."

It seemed that the two were used to bickering and were broken by Zhang Hao. Di Qing was not ashamed. He just spread out the white rice paper around him and motioned Yang Yanzhao to write.

There was no room for refusal. Yang Yanzhao stepped forward and bowed to Di Qing. On one side of the desk, on the uncovered paper, the handwriting exposed was exactly similar to what he wrote.

It seems that Wen Zhongshu did not lie to him. The thin gold body did spread in the Northern Song Dynasty, but he was the only authentic family in the world.

Suppressing the nameless joy in his heart, he couldn't help frowning when he was thinking about what to write.

Di Qing is the head of Suiyang Academy. He has a certain influence in Shilin and even in the officialdom. Since he writes poems for him, he is naturally careless.

It is best to write it in the other party's heart, so that it can also win his favor.

Seeing Yang Yanzhao thinking, Di Qing and Zhang Hao were no longer silent, and the latter did not find the sudden silence and subconsciously looked out of the window.

Those are a few plums that were seen at the previous courtyard wall. They have not yet bloomed and gently swayed in the autumn wind.

In such a scene, Yang Yanzhao had a familiar sentence in his mind, so he picked up the wolf's small pen, stained it a few times on the inkstone, and waved his pen on the rice paper without stopping.

"Zhongfang shakes down and flirts alone, occupying all the amorous feelings to the small garden. The sparse shadow is slanting and the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats at dusk. The frost bird wants to steal the eyes first, and the pink butterfly is like knowing to break the soul. Fortunately, there is a slight chanting, and there is no need for a gold bottle with a sandalwood board.

He put down the pen and saluted Di Qing, but the latter seemed to have never seen it. They all stopped their eyes on the elegant steel and arrogant handwriting.

"The sparse shadow is slanting and the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance is floating at dusk." Di Qing whispered and sighed for a long time, "Okay, poetry is a masterpiece, and the words are the pioneer of ancient times."

Yang Yanzhao once again showed off with his advantage. After this poem was written, Di Qing had no intention to treat guests. He casually sent him and Zhang Hao away, so he couldn't wait to hold the poem and read it.

Zhang Hao took Yang Yanzhao to walk around the curved corridor, with a smile on his face. He was very proud of the spring breeze. He warned him a few words and asked a director to take him to the library.

Stepping into the bookstore, the scene in front of him was a little familiar with him who had just entered the Sanzui'an. They were all strange faces. His eyes swept over the people who were buried in writing, but they saw a familiar figure.

It turned out to be Wen Zhongshu. At this moment, he was holding the book, shaking his head and reading it in a low voice like others. Maybe he was so focused that even Yang Yanzhao sat on the empty seat on his side without noticing it.

After a while, Wen Zhongshu found that someone was sitting around him. He turned his head and saw Yang Yanzhao, and his words were full of joy, "Brother Yanzhao, why is it you!"

"Master Zhang asked me to learn from the teacher here first, but I didn't expect to meet Brother Bingyang. I just came in to see you concentrate on the scroll, so I couldn't bear to interrupt."

"Brother Yan Zhao is joking," Wen Zhongshu's joy is not diminishing. "With Brother Yan Zhao by my side, I, Wen Zhongshu, can also make progress."

As he spoke, a weak-crowned teenager hurriedly came in with a book in his arms. Seeing him sit down, the library suddenly quieted a little. The people who were reciting stopped their voices and began to write.

In such a situation, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help looking at people, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, wearing a white gown and a nylon scarf, but a trace of hair drooping down. He looked a little unruly, but also looked chic and handsome.

"He is a closed disciple of South Korea, Han Guangbi, and Mr. Pingze. He is a rare talented person in Suiyang Academy. He often dominates the monthly lecture and discussion of the college," Wen Zhongshu explained in a low voice, but when he said this, he looked at Yang Yanzhao, "Of course, now that Brother Yanzhao is here, it is unpredictable. . "

"Brother Bingyang is too much praise. Yang Yanzhao came here just to ask a famous teacher for advice. It's better not to mess with these things."

This is also the real idea in Yang Yanzhao's mind. He came to Suiyang College just for the scientific examination at the beginning of next spring. It has been a long time. Naturally, he has to devote himself to studying hard. The little troubles in these colleges are really not paid attention to.

But Wen Zhongshu doesn't think like this. Although he hasn't seen Yang Yanzhao's talent with his own eyes, he can be sought after by many people. How can he get a false reputation?

As the saying goes, one mountain does not allow two tigers. Even if Yang Yanzhao intends to avoid it, the two will definitely meet each other. At that time, he is really looking forward to what kind of amazing work will be performed.