Chapter 228 Hanlin Academy

In this world, some people can make money by writing, while others want to spend money to write. Obviously, the latter is Yang Yanzhao's idea.

The three halls, in the minds of literati, are no less than the Western Tianzhu in the minds of the Buddha, nor weaker than the holy mountain of Taoist ancestors in the eyes of Taoist believers.

Therefore, the attic inscription must be something that many literati yearn for, even if it costs a lot of money. At that time, printing some copies of the orphan products in the collection can also attract the vassal and elegant people. For a while, this silver does not seem to be a problem.

However, Yang Yanzhao knew in his heart that he needed the one in the palace to agree. Otherwise, no matter how many heads there were, it was not enough to cut.

At present, there are two dilemmas, and it is dangerous both horizontally and vertically. It's better to be bold and fight for a vitality. Maybe when you can turn around, you will get a village of willows.

After making up his mind, he didn't have the previous boredom in his mind, but he still didn't think about how to talk to Zhao Guangyi about it. At least, the will in the palace has not yet come. Even if it is a matter on the surface and the imperial edict has not arrived, he has to pretend to be unaware of it.

There was nothing wrong with him. Yang Yanzhao simply found a way to go to the Hanlin Academy. At least he was also a waiter of the Hanlin Academy. Once, he had to go to work in Fujian, and it was okay not to go to the official office. Now he has returned to Bianliang. Naturally, he is going to show up.

After walking for a long time, I finally found the Hanlin Academy under the shade of a green willow. On the forehead, the three 'Hanlin Academy' were powerful and sharp. After looking at it for a long time, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help sighing, "I'm afraid this word is not from the hands of Hanlin bachelor."

After saying that, he was about to walk in, but there was a burst of laughter in his ear, "Ha ha, the plaque hanging in the Hanlin Academy is not in the hands of Hanlin, but in the hands of whom?"

Turning his head, he saw the old man in a pair of long coats with precious blue bullets and ink rattan patterns. The old man with white hair came down from a soft sedan chair, stroking his white beard with a smile and slowly came forward.

Behind the old man was an ordinary middle-aged man, wearing a copper-green robe and nodding his eyebrows, but it was this man who made Yang Yanzhao stunned in the distance, just because there was a trace of aura around the steps.

This is clearly a sign that Qi cultivation is a master. There is no thought, and the aura is automatic.

Looking at this, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but have a stormy wave in his heart. Looking at the smiling old man, he couldn't figure out his identity. He could only roughly understand that this person must be positioned as high power, whether he was rich or noble.

"Ha ha, this little brother, you have good eyesight, but speaking of which, I hung this plaque with my own hands."

The gentle and cheerful laughter sounded again, and Yang Yanzhao came to his senses and bent down to the old man with his official uniform in his arms. "Yang Jing has seen you."

"So you are Yang Jing, not bad, not bad." Under a meaningful look, the old man laughed a few times. Later, he pointed to the plaque, "Do you know who wrote this plaque?"

He raised his head and looked at the gold hook and silver strokes again. Suddenly, he remembered the brocade in his arms and couldn't help blurt out, "Is this the title of the former emperor?"

"When this is the case, I didn't expect that after many years, there was a junior who knew the pen and ink of the former emperor, hehe, rare, rare..."

Although it was a joke, there was more sense of remembrance in his words. He shook his head. The old man walked to the Hanlin courtyard. After crossing the threshold, he stopped and turned around and said, "I almost forgot that your calligraphy is self-contained. It is the best in the world. I hope you can't refute the old man. My husband's thin face is."

"If you are invited, it is Yang Jing's blessing. How dare you not obey?"

The laughter gradually faded away, and Yang Yanzhao still couldn't guess the identity of the old man. For a long time, he put the encounter aside for the time being and entered the Hanlin Academy with a smile.

When he first entered Hanlin Academy, he didn't know the courtyard. Fortunately, he met a soap servant and led him around. At this moment, Li Fang, a Hanlin bachelor, was waiting for guests, and the servant led him to a room deep in the eaves.

"Lord Yang, this is the master's hall."

After saying thank you, Yang Yanzhao pushed the door and entered. The room was not big, three feet square, and the layout was also very simple. Two yellow pear wooden chairs and a hall, that's all. Although it was a little simple, it was good to be clean.

Opening the paper window, the breeze hit, and a few ancient trees and green leaves in front of the house shook gently, which was more quiet.

Put on the official uniform and rest in the room. About half an hour later, the sound of footsteps came from the door. In a moment, he showed his head in a moment, "The villain has seen Lord Yang, and the bachelor please go."

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao naturally got up quickly and followed the servant out. When he went out, he met those colleagues who passed by with books and was about to say hello, but the other party was cold-looking, and no one was willing to take care of it.

At the corner of the eaves, the servant looked at the front and back and saw that there was no one left and right. Then he whispered, "Lord Yang, the matter of the third hall has spread in the Hanlin Academy. You are Mu Xiu Yulin at this moment, and you still need to be careful."

In this case, it is not surprising that Yang Yanzhao can only scold Zhao Guangyi a few times in his heart again, and then thank the servant for his suggestion.

Continue to move forward, walk through the eaves, follow the pebble path, and walk to a lobby house. The servant saluted Yang Yanzhao and retreated.

Entering the room, there are bookshelves on both sides, which are full of scriptures. At the inside of the bookshelf, there are white jade ceramic vases. On the side of the vase, there are several famous calligraphy and paintings.

Inward, there are two wooden chairs and a case full of books. At this moment, perhaps he heard a sound. One person raised his head. His beard was white, but his face was angular. His eyes were as bright as stars, and there was a little power between them.

Step forward, Yang Yanzhao leaned over and saluted, "Yang Jing, I've met you."

There was no response, but I could clearly feel that the sharp eyes were wandering around him. For a long time, the thick voice sounded in my ear. "There is no need for much courtesy, Lord Yang. Under the will of the official family, the whole Hanlin Academy has recently been busy compiling the two scriptures of Taiping Guangji and Taiping Yulan, so I have no leisure time. Taste tea with you. As for the matter of the Third Hall, I also know that you should not come to Hanlin Academy when you are busy in the future. By the way, there are also documents sent from the palace. The official asked you to enter the East Palace to give a lecture on the prince's pen and ink.

With that, Li Fang handed out a fold on the vermilion cover. After opening it, a few words did say that it made Yang Yanzhao choose a day to enter the palace to teach the prince's calligraphy, painting and ink.

This pushed him to the forefront of the storm again. He was dissatisfied, but he could only suppress it. Just as Yang Yanzhao wanted to thank Li Fang, the other party had buried his head under the scroll. Seeing this, he could only salute and whisper a word of departure.

When he was about to leave the house, a soft cough came from behind him, "You need to be cautious about the construction of the three halls. When you are in trouble, you can go back to the Hanlin Academy to find your official. Don't be too hasty."

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao suddenly felt grateful in his heart. He immediately recovered and saluted respectfully, "Thank you, my lord."

Under the pile of books, there was no more echo. He only heard the rustling sound of the small seal grinding the Xuan paper. Yang Yanzhao subconsciously held his breath and walked out gently.