Chapter 106 Winter

"Ss..."

There was a cold breath in the Yuwen Hall. The place where there was some noise because South Korea suddenly bowed his head and admitted defeat suddenly became extremely quiet.

Yang Yanzhao on the stage did not seem to see this strange scene, but he still smiled and saluted Di Qing and others in front of the wooden platform. After that, he nodded slightly with South Korea Hua and walked out calmly.

"It turned out to be Mr. Yang!"

"He is Liu Jing who wrote the song 'Fisherman's Pride'!"

......

When he walked out of the Yuwen Hall, there were bursts of exclamation behind him, and when he heard these voices, Yang Yanzhao grinned at the corners of his mouth.

Since Zhang Shi retreated to the front of the stage to compete with Han Guangbi, it's better to make use of everything that can be used. The "fisherman's pride" and thin gold body are Yang Yanzhao's biggest capital.

Now that his identity is revealed, he will still keep a low profile and be humble. Only in this way can he win a greater reputation in the scholarly and make friends with those talented people.

The most taboo thing for kings of every dynasty is the formation of courtiers for personal gain. However, no matter how restrictive it is, it cannot be completely erased. Even if the official family of the Song Dynasty was born to change the relationship between students and the examiner, it cannot be effective.

Therefore, it is difficult for Yang Yanzhao to stand on the throne alone. Therefore, he has to make a handover first while they have not yet entered the temple. Perhaps relying on the reputation of being one step ahead of others, he can establish prestige among scholars and become the leader of scholars, which is also an important capital to stand in the court.

Thinking about it in my mind, suddenly Wen Zhongshu's voice came from behind him, "Brother Yan Zhao, Brother Yan Zhao..."

Turning his head, he saw that he was trotting, his face was anxious, and he was immediately a little puzzled, "Brother Bingyang, why are you so anxious?"

"Brother Yanzhao, it's very easy for you to walk. Yuwentang can explode. When I came, there were still many people who were full of disbelief and asked whether the people on the stage just now were respected by the King of Yan."

For Wen Zhongshu's words of envy, although Yang Yanzhao was secretly happy, he still smiled gently and took out a light expression, "Brother Bingyang, I have never met the King of Yan. Naturally, the word "reference" can't be said. Besides, those false names that have come from nothing."

Hearing this, Wen Zhongshu couldn't help but respect Yang Yanzhao, "Brother Yanzhao deserves to be a model for me and other students. By the way, Zhang Shi just asked me to look for you, saying that Shan Chang is waiting for you in 'Jianshuizhai'."

Near Shuizhai, Yang Yanzhao knew that it was the hut next to the pond when Zhang Shi had taken him to find Di Qing. Shan Changdi Qing often plays with pen and ink poems in Jinshuizhai.

Perhaps, taking its name Jinshuizhai has the meaning of first-come, right?

Wen Zhongshu accompanied him to the back of the college. When he arrived at Jinshuizhai, the latter bowed and left. Although he didn't know what Di Qing was looking for Yang Yanzhao, since he was going to Jinshuizhai, what he talked about must not be able to participate in now. In reason, he could only stop and leave.

After saying goodbye to Wen Zhongshu, Yang Yanzhao straightened his clothes. At this time, Di Qing suddenly looked for him, which was probably related to the person in purple clothes just now.

If it was about his poetry and thin gold body alone, Di Qing would have known it for a long time, so there will naturally be no problem with today's identity, so the rest of the reason must be the mysterious middle-aged man in purple.

After walking through a small corridor, a clear water pond appeared in front of me. In front of the hut on the edge of the pond, the two black warriors I just saw were standing outside the door.

Packed up his mind and walked calmly to the hut. He felt that the breath of the warrior in black had locked himself. Yang Yanzhao took a deep breath and suppressed his impulse to mobilize his energy to resist.

Having cultivation is his biggest secret. Naturally, it can't be easily exposed. What's more, the people in the room invited Yang Yanzhao to come. How can this subordinate be too ridiculous?

The sweat on his forehead overflowed, and it took a lot of effort to take every step. The two guards seemed to be interested. After a hundred steps, they still did not put away the pressure.

He stopped and gasped for breath. Yang Yanzhao simply stopped moving forward. Looking at the hut several feet away, he smiled at the two bodyguards, and then said loudly, "Student Yang Yanzhao has seen the mountain chief!"

With this shout, the two guards naturally could not tease Yang Yanzhao. They immediately smiled at each other and lowered their eyes as if nothing had happened.

"Come in."

This is Zhang Hao's voice.

There was a trace of surprise in his heart, but then thinking of the open mouth of him and Di Qing, Yang Yanzhao was also relieved. It seemed that Zhang Shi also knew the identity of the purple clothes.

At this time, he raised his legs again, and there was no sense of oppression on his body, so he went straight forward and bowed slightly to the two guards in black standing at the door. He gently pushed the door open the door and walked into it.

It's still a fragrant smell coming from the nose. Not to mention, the incense burner in the room is exhaling fog.

Hearing that the door was pushed open, the three people in front of the bookcase in the room raised their heads, and on one side, it was Korean Hua who bowed and stood.

Seeing Yang Yanzhao, Han Hua's eyes suddenly flashed and he didn't say a sound, but kept staring at him.

"Ha ha, it's really a young handsome man, Yang Yanzhao, your talent is very happy. This Yongmei also has a unique flavor, but his teacher doesn't want to give up love. I don't know if you are willing to write a song for me?"

It turned out to be the prince!

Hearing this name, Yang Yanzhao was a little surprised, but more about his identity.

I dared to be 'the king', and in the year of standing, I'm afraid that there was only one person in the whole Song Dynasty, that was Zhao Tingmei, who was awarded the title of King of Qi.

Put away the inference in his heart, and Yang Yanzhao saluted Zhao Tingmei, "Student Yang Yanzhao has met the prince, the prince's feelings, and the students should do it."

"Vit's very good!"

Zhao Tingmei looked happy and greeted Yang Yanzhao to walk to the bookcase. Although the latter stepped forward, his footsteps were a little difficult. Yang Yanzhao turned around and took a look at Zhang Shi. Seeing that he was smiling at him, Yang Yanzhao didn't understand.

Zhao Tingmei is a member of the royal family. She is in the midst of controversy. Others don't know, but Yang Yanzhao clearly remembers that he was forced to die by Zhao Guangyi and died in the battle for the throne.

What's wrong with Zhang Shi?

With the eyes of his descendants of Ghost Valley, it is impossible not to know the truth, but why did he let him write a poem? What if this violates the reverse scales of the emperor?

There was a lot of puzzlement and worry in my mind, so unconsciously, my pace slowed down. In the eyes of Zhao Tingmei and others, this situation was another scene.

It's really a teenager to learn, and the kung fu between words began to meditate. It seems that a masterpiece will be published soon.

Under the gaze of several pairs of smiling eyes, Yang Yanzhao knew that he could not escape this time. In this case, he could only write it, silently wailing that Zhao Guangyi would not pursue him for this in the future.

"Gongmei powder, Yuliu shakes gold, and I like the early spring in Huangzhou. Shengshi gave birth to sages, and the true immortals came from the three islands on the same day. Cars and horses are noisy. Look at the drink given by thousands of people, and the middle man passed the edict.

It's better to build Zhilan together, wear gold waist, and take pictures with each other in colorful clothes. The smoke of the stove. The high hall is half rolled with bead curtains, and the immortals are floating. Xu Xin Huaiting is beautiful, Fengnuma Bocheng, and he has been around for three years. Nine narrations of heavy songs, Yuan Gui Zaixi, has sued the success.

Looking at the world. Qingjunchenhui Collection, Poetry Fu Tianbao. What's more, it has its own, fairy and Taoist bones, jade letter and gold seal, and Yin Gong must be reported. Fang knows. Eight thousand years old is hard to grow old.

I silently wrote out what was stored in my chest, and the pen was walking like a dragon. Soon, I wrote it out in one go. I put down the pen. Before the ink was dry, Zhao Tingmei's laughter sounded.

"I always heard from De Zhao say that the Yang family has a son who is both literary and martial. So far, it seems that it is true. Now I also have the words you wrote. After going back, De Zhao will definitely ask for it with a face, haha!"

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao could only say that he did not dare, and Di Qing and Zhang Shi smiled, and the Korean Hua's eyes stood at the same time were a little dimmed.

After that, Zhao Tingmei chatted with Di Qing and Zhang Hao, while Yang Yanzhao left Jinshuizhai with him, and Han Guohua, who had never said anything.

After turning a few corners, Yang Yanzhao smiled at Han Guohua, who was silent behind him, and said, "Brother Guangbi, I'm going to the library. Do you want to go with me?"

South Korea Hua was stunned for a moment. Obviously, he recovered from meditation. Later, he shook his head a little dullly. "Some books have been forgotten in Mingdezhai. I have to go back to get them. Brother Yanzhao, please."

Since South Korea said this, Yang Yanzhao said goodbye and walked to the library alone, but he still thought about what had just happened. Unconsciously, he felt entangled in the conspiracy again.

In desperation, I can only shake my head and sigh. Fortunately, today's words do not involve **, and I can only secretly pray that I will not be infected with disasters.

In the following days, Yang Yanzhao was still checking the scriptures in the library. Although life is no different from before, after all, when his identity is exposed and walking back and forth, there will always be people who look admiring.

Of course, it is unreasonable to say that literati despise each other for many years. Yang Yanzhao also suffers from it. He is often stopped by those students who shake their heads on the road and want to compete with him.

Yang Yanzhao didn't want to pay attention to these people who wanted to become famous in World War I. Most of them just smiled and left. After entering the library, there were old people guarding the pavilion, and they did not dare to rush into it and pulled him to talk about learning.

After two days of disappearing in the library, South Korea Hua appeared again. When he came back, he would take the initiative to nod when he saw Yang Yanzhao. Then he sat aside and looked down at the scroll carefully.

It seems that he has untied the knot in his heart.

It's good to have Korean Huatong at the bottom. In this way, Yang Yanzhao has a sense of oppression of competition, and he has paid a lot of attention to reading books.

Time passed in a blink of an eye. Soon, the cold wind rose, and a quiet white snow enveloped Songzhou City.

Pushing the door open, the oncoming cold made him shiver. He couldn't help taking a few breaths into his hands. Yang Yanzhao then walked out and swept away the snow in the yard. After sweeping, his body happened to be hot, and he had the right to warm up in the morning.

After that, he followed Guo Huai to practice the 'Kui Yanjing'. For more than a month, Yang Yanzhao has broken through the realm of condensation, and I don't know when the next stage of motivation will simply practice physical skills to Xiaocheng. Maybe one day, he will reach the realm of Meng Kan's physical master.

After practicing martial arts, the two casually ate some breakfast to sell with burdens. After that, Guo Huai took the small bronze tripod bought from the market and got into the house to study alchemy. Yang Yanzhao told him not to burn the house as usual as last time. After that, he carried two volumes of books and walked towards Suiyang Academy.

Along the way, looking at the snow-white hanging on the green bricks and red tiles, Yang Yanzhao's heart was inexplicably much better. And those who wanted to compete with him disappeared after they released a message in South Korea.

To be honest, Yang Yanzhao doesn't know why South Korea's words 'looking for Yang Jing, first Han Guangbi' may be a good face. Anyway, he has a clean ear because of this.

At the beginning of the winter sun, no one came in the library. The old man guarding the pavilion was cleaning the snow. After Yang Yanzhao looked at it, he quickly put down the cloth bag and took the broom with a smile, "Han Shi, how can I help you with this?"

After staying for a long time, although he didn't say much, Yang Yanzhao also knew that the old man's surname was Han. As for his name, he was not clear.

Seeing that Yang Yanzhao was like this, the old man was not modest. He stood up and pounded his back. "It seems that I'm really old. I feel tired of sweeping the snow. I don't know how many winter snow I can watch."

After scanning the school, he opened the book by the window. Under the warm sunshine, he continued to study hard. Just as the day was about to pass, he saw Wen Zhongshu coming in a hurry.

"Brother Yanzhao, Master Zhang asked me to find you and said that someone came from Fuzhou."