Chapter 150 Blue House

The next day, although the Qionglin banquet has passed, there are still some things that Yang Yanzhao needs to do, such as the invitation in his hand.

Looking at the stack of invitations, Yang Yanzhao shook his head in distress for a long time. "It seems that we still have to deal with the power of the Song Dynasty."

After a little cleaning up, he walked with Li Zhi to Zhao's house on Suzaku Street, and Wen Zhongshu and others also went out to the appointment with invitations.

He walked slowly and estimated the time. When he arrived at Zhao Pu's mansion, he happened to have gone down and returned to his house. Yang Yanzhao straightened his clothes and respectfully handed the invitation to the straight-faced porter.

Seeing the incoherent little man swinging his sleeves and entering the door to report, Yang Yanzhao showed a bitter smile. What the world said was really good. The prime minister's gatekeeper's seven-grade official did have the posture of being an official.

After a while, the porter turned back. This time, his face was much more polite, and he hurriedly invited Yang Yanzhao in.

Zhao Pu was reading the scroll in the study. He did not go out to greet him like Zhao Tingmei. When he heard the sound of meeting between Yang Yanzhao and Li Zhi from outside the study, he put down the book in his hand.

Entering the study, Zhao Pu first praised the two. As for the fact that they went to the Prince of Qi's Mansion the night before yesterday, he didn't say a word, and then ordered his servants to have tea, which seemed very affinity in their attitude.

It was still early, and it was a little inappropriate to set up a banquet, so he tasted tea in the study and talked about poetry. Zhao Puguo was really like Yang Yanzhao's previous speculation. His chest was full of pen and ink, and he quoted scriptures and scriptures.

Maybe the 'half of the Analects of Confucius governs the world' is just his words of purity and pride.

He had some precautions against Zhao Pu in his heart. Yang Yanzhao was naturally much more cautious in his words and deeds. On the other hand, Li Zhi talked about it, and he felt that what South Korea Hua and others said about Zhao Taibao's closeness and amiable things were true.

Unconsciously, it was noon, and the housekeeper of Zhao came, "Sir, lunch is ready. Do you start eating?"

"That's natural, Zhao Ke, you take my daughter Hong."

The old housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and then retreated. Zhao Pu took Yang Yanzhao out with a smile.

In the living room, two men in gorgeous clothes have been waiting there. Yang Yanzhao has seen them. They are the second son of Zhao Pu.

"I've met my father."

Zhao Pu waved his sleeves and pointed to Yang Yanzhao and Li Zhidao, "Pingran, Anyou, this is today's top students Yang Jing, Yang Yanzhao, and Tanhua Li Zhi, Li Yuanpei.

Yan Zhao, Yuan Pei, this is the old man's son, Zhao Fei, Zhao Pingran, now the prince's right concubine; Zhao Ji, Zhao Anyou, Shang Shu You Si Langzhong.

"I've met two adults."

Yang Yanzhao and Li Zhi bent down to salute, and the Zhao Fei brothers naturally shouted that there was no need for courtesy, and then praised them a little.

The lunch dishes are not rich, and they are mainly light, which is much simpler than Zhao Tingmei's banquet.

"I'm used to being light, but it looks shabby. Yan Zhao, Yuan Pei, don't blame me for being stingy."

"Lord Taibao is serious. Students see that Lord Taibao is so diligent and thrifty, which is my blessing in the Song Dynasty."

Yang Yanzhao rushed to say that Zhao's house is brilliant and magnificent, and the inner house is also exquisitely carved. However, when he was in the study just now, he found that Zhao Pu's tables and chairs were extremely rough and old.

And this lunch is so simple. Is it deliberately made up?

You should know that in the six years of Kaibao, the powerful prime minister of the Song Dynasty was sent to the three cities of Heyang by Taizu because of the golden melon seeds.

It also made Zhao Putun, who was praised in the world, lose his reputation and was scolded by countless literati.

Just as Yang Yanzhao's thoughts were flying, a mellow smell of wine came to his nose. When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Fei take off a mud seal on his daughter's red.

"It's also a blessing for you. My father has buried 20 jars of good wine more than ten years ago. Over the years, he has been feasting, and it's almost time to finish it."

With Zhao Fei's full wine cup and put it in front of his nose, the aroma became stronger and stronger. Yang Yanzhao couldn't help praising, "It's really a good wine. It's really Yang Jing's blessing to drink this wine."

The wine in the altar was exhausted, and Zhao Pu's face was flushed, just like yesterday's Qionglin banquet, showing his invincible wine power.

"Lord Taibao, the student is going back now. Thank you for your hospitality."

After lunch, after taking a break, Yang Yanzhao got up and said goodbye. Zhao Pu, who was half squinting and drinking tea, put down the teacup in his hand and whispered, "I'm really old. After drinking a little wine, I start to feel dizzy. I can't compare with you young people. It seems that it's time to go back to my hometown to farm. In the future, the society of the Song Dynasty will still depend on you. . "

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao hurriedly responded, "The Taibao Lord is the pillar of the Song Dynasty. How can it be compared with the students? I hope you will take care of your health, do your best for the court, and seek the well-being of the people of the world."

"I count the romantic figures and look at today. I understand that the burden of the court and the people should also be taken over by your descendants. If you have free time in the future, come to the house and chat with me."

Zhao Pu waved his hand and walked to the backyard. He was a little lonely.

Out of Zhao's house, Li Zhi lamented that what Han Hua and others said were not false. From his look, it was not difficult to find that he had respect for Zhao Pu.

Yang Yanzhao was silent and had two contacts with Zhao Pu. Although he had been on guard, he felt that some things were different from his previous imagination.

He doesn't seem to be a tyranny.

The distance between the two is close, but he finds that he can't see through Zhao Pu more and more. He is magnificent and comparable to the mansion of the royal palace, but he is very virtuous in terms of clothing and food. He tried his best to drill the court, and he is also above the high position, but he can't see any ambition and domineering that the powerful ministers should have.

These made Yang Yanzhao feel confused. What kind of person can he be in such a contradiction?

He responded to Li Zhi's words absent-mindedly. Fortunately, the latter was still immersed in the gentle words of the current Taibao, so he ignored Yang Yanzhao's distraction.

When they returned to the yard, Wen Zhongshu and others had not come back, but He Yu was already there. Seeing Yang Yanzhao, he quickly drew back his interest from watching Guo Huai's alchemy.

Li Zhi came up because of the wine and went to sleep in Yang Yanzhao's room. He Yu pulled Yang Yanzhao to talk about his story tonight.

"Brother, I just found out that there will be a performance of six golden flowers in the Spring Building tonight."

Yang Yanzhao took his thoughts back from Zhao Pu and took a sip of the tea handed over by He Yu. "Just in time, after dinner, I will go with you to explore the truth, so that I can know myself and the enemy."

In the afternoon, with nothing to do, Yang Yanzhao told Ba Mei about Journey to the West. Because he had to go out after dinner, he could not break his trust with the little girl. Anyway, he didn't have to study for the imperial examination now, and he should spend some time with his family.

The masterpiece is a masterpiece. Soon, Yang Yanzhao felt like a storyteller. The yard was full of people in a row. Xiao Muchun and others listened very vigorously, and even Guo Huai left the elixir stove in his hand and joined it.

"Brother Yanzhao, is this an apprentice at the beginning of the class?"

South Korea stepped into the yard with Zhang Qian with a full of spring face. After his break, Bamei took the lead in turning her face and staring, "Brother Han, Yu'er's enthusiasm was lost by you. Brother Six ignored him and continued to say that the Tang monk was captured by the white bone essence, and even Zhu Bajie and the monk Sha were captured. What should we do next? What should I do?"

Seeing Bamei's anxious appearance, Han Hua couldn't help laughing. Just as he was about to continue to speak, he saw that Zhang Qian had sat on the empty seat before him, asking in a low voice about the plot that Wen Zhongshu had already told.

At this time, Korean Huacai suddenly woke up and patted his head, "Brother Yan Zhao, you are so unkind that you don't wait for me and Brother Qiu Bai."

After saying that, he found that everyone looked at each other angrily again. He couldn't help covering his mouths, looked for a place and sat down, looking at Yang Yanzhao with eager eyes.

To be honest, Yang Yanzhao didn't expect that Journey to the West would be so charming. Since everyone was happy, he took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and continued to speak.

After dinner, he persuaded the eighth sister who still wanted to listen to the story. Yang Yanzhao called Luo's daughter to make him simple. After all, there is only one Yi Rong Dan left, and Guo Huai has not yet refined it. This kind of life-saving thing will not be used until the critical moment.

And this Yi Rongdan can keep his appearance unchanged for many days, which is really not suitable for Yang Yanzhao, who has been in the limelight recently and wants to show his face.

Under the bare hands of Luo's daughter, Yang Yanzhao soon became a mole on his forehead, with a sallow face and a haggard appearance. Then he changed into the clothes of the little boy who asked He Yu to bring. Suddenly, Han Guohua and others marveled, "Sure enough, people rely on clothes. It turns out that Brother Yan Zhao's appearance is so unbearable. Maybe the appearance we usually see is the appearance after changing."

Seeing that he looked like a villain, Yang Yanzhao could only ignore him, but even Han Guo Hua, who got along with him day and night, felt that he was completely different, and it was not a problem to hide it from others.

The imperial court prohibits officials from entering the fireworks and moon place. If the sky is high and the emperor is far away, it will be fine, but now at the feet of the emperor, Korean Hua and others will naturally not follow Yang Yanzhao.

What's more, there are business on this trip. For these headaches, they are willing to stay in the yard to play chess, drink tea, and be happy.

So, the two walked to the Chunman Building, but pretending to be the master and servant made He Yu a little uncomfortable. After Yang Yanzhao's reminder several times, they took their servants to the brothel to have fun.

Under the night, in the west of the city, Qinghefang, Ronghefang, Xinjie, Taipingfang, etc. have become more lively, and the places where these flowers gather are full of warbler and swallows.

The beautiful makeup greets the door, competes for beauty and laughs, sings in the morning and evening, shakes the heart, attracting countless prodigal sons who chase bees and butterflies. Seeing this scene, Yang Yanzhao can only sigh that the joy of paper drunkenness is indispensable in every era.

When I arrived at the Spring Building, the door was already full of people's voices. The enchanting woman's flowers and branches were beckoning, waving the fragrant handkerchief in her hand, saying sweet words, and throwing eyebrows at the left and right people.

"Yo, this gentleman, does it look so face-to-face? Is it the first time to come to Chunmanlou? Mother, let me tell you, we have a lot of Peugeot girls in Chunman Building, Taoer, Xing'er..."

As the old girl spoke, she greeted the woman leaning on the wooden railing on the second floor. In a moment, two girls with big faces covered their mouths and answered.

"Sir, you see, how watery our girl is. Taoer and Xing'er are very popular girls in Chunmanlou. With them, the custodian still wants to come tomorrow..."

The old pimp wanted to continue to say something, and an ingot of silver made her voice stop abruptly.

"I want to see Miss Qiongshang."

The old pimp stared at the silver and hesitated, "Miss Qiongshang is now the first of my six golden flowers in the spring building. She only entertains ten guests every night..."

While saying that, the old man's eyes suddenly widened a little, and there were more ingots and silver in his fat hands. He hurriedly and happily took it over. "It's a coincidence that the prince came tonight. I'm afraid it's going to start with the good song played by Miss Qiongshang."

After receiving the silver, the madam led He Yu and Yang Yanzhao to look at the brothel and walk away. The peach and apricots who had just walked to the hall could only stamp their feet and said angrily, "What's the big deal!"

After saying that, he smiled again, picked up the handsome man, and waved his handkerchief to meet him.