Chapter 234 Each is his master

Out of the Zichen Hall, Yang Yanzhao did not stay in the palace for much. He looked up at the empty tomorrow and couldn't help walking out of the imperial city.

Although Zhao Guangyi is accurate about the silver thing, he still has to go to Hanlinyuan. Otherwise, where did he come from to make rubbings to be the strange goods sought after by the world?

Out of the palace wall, the street became empty, and the left and right pawn peddlers were still there, but there were fewer cheerful pedestrians.

A cook dressed in brown sackcloth was picking up and muttered to himself, "As soon as Master Wuze of Xiangguo Temple opened the Dharma seat, half of the figure on the whole street was gone. It's better to go home and have a rest."

Hearing his words, the white-haired little old man who had collected the groceries not far away said along the interface, "That's natural. Master Wuze has to live the true biography of the empty master. The Dharma is profound. If you can hear Master Wuze's two Zen words, the dirt in his heart will be gone and extremely smooth. The little old man also rested from the stall, and The old lady rushed there, and I hope she can stand a little bit of Buddha's fate.

"Dad Zhang, is it really so amazing? And wait for me, I'll go with you, so that I can ask my mother for peace. I hope her old illness can be cured as soon as possible.

In a few breaths, an old man and a young man left talking and laughing, but Yang Yanzhao, who heard their words, couldn't stop, and a trace of solemnity appeared in his bright eyes.

In just a while, the influence of enlightenment is so great. How can you not be apprehected in your heart?

In a flash, I thought of Lv Mengzheng of Confucianism, and he was already walking in the court. He was the only one. All day long, he was muddle-headed and involuntarily doing things full of headaches.

Thinking about it, the hand in the cuff can't help clenched. Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, the three families, are all vaguely the thousand-year-old school after the secular world, and how can he be worse than these two people?

In many cases, people are not competing for fame and fortune, nor red jade and soft fragrance, but just for one breath and one breath of unyielding.

He lowered his head and stared at the blue brick and stone. Yang Yanzhao's eyes flashed. For a long time, his clenched fists opened, and a few drops of sweat slid down his fingertips, making the antworms who were slowly foraging under his feet dodge in a panic.

The sleeves were thrown, and the fierceness of unyielding flashed appeared on Yang Yanzhao's face. Since he was making a reputation, he would not be compared. The matter of the three halls was a good opportunity for him to ride the wind and waves.

Never fall behind them.

After a long walk, the clothes are light, the wind and dust are vaporized, and the Qi Yuxuan has been magnificent for many years.

On the street, pedestrians are in twos and threes, and the sound of selling in their ears is not as good as moving forward. Even the lively little one in the teahouse and restaurant all day long is leaning down, leaning against the door and looking at the suddenly cold street, he doesn't know how to open his mouth to attract diners.

Stepping on this rare silence, Yang Yanzhao was thinking about how to sell it after the rubbing of the book, but suddenly he heard a soft voice in his ear, "Brother Yan Zhao."

Raising his head, it was a white and thin face, with long hair tied, and a few strands hanging down. The blue silk was like ink, but the face became paler and pale. The ordinary jacquard satin robe swayed with the breeze, as if it was about to fly away from the body.

After parting and reuniting, Xiang Minzhong was even more haggard, but the light in his eyes showed that he was in good spirits.

When Yang Yanzhao was speechless, Xiang Minzhong took a few steps forward, "I heard that Yanzhao returned to Beijing and Xiang Chang specially came to meet him to talk about the feelings of parting."

The words were weak and full of smiles, but later he covered his mouth and coughed.

Something strange appeared in his heart, with depression and anger, but Yang Yanzhao only smiled after all. "Bianliang, who just came back two days ago, happened to have complicated things in his hands, and did not contact Chang's brother. Unexpectedly, he met today. Is Chang's brother's body and bones okay?"

Hearing the words, Xiang Minzhong, who stopped coughing, took advantage of his head and gasping. He looked at the dust-free blue sky. Between his eyebrows, a trace of loneliness was also fleeting. Then he lowered his head and smiled, "It's all old problems. The recipe given by Miss Luo has also been using it. It's much better than before, but in the past few days It's warm and cold, and I'm not used to it.

"In this case, Brother Chang still needs to take care of his health. It happens that Qinger also came back with me. After a few days, he will go to the house to check Brother Chang's pulse and prescribe some nourishing prescriptions."

He nodded slightly and smiled at Xiang Minzhong, "That's going to thank you first. Brother Yanzhao, you and I haven't seen each other for some time. There is a teahouse in front of you, which is quite quiet. Why don't you move there?"

Although the friendship is not as good as before, how can Yang Yanzhao refuse to ignore it? What's more, he does have one thing that needs to help Minzhong, so he happily responded, "It's very good. It's an elegant thing to taste."

Behind Xiang Minzhong, he walked to a teahouse on the street, painted a wall flower screen, a few wisps of fragrance, and more like flowing strings gurgling, which was a nice and quiet place.

The shopkeeper in the store seemed to be very familiar with Xiang Minzhong. When he saw him coming, he came forward to greet him with a smile. Without waiting for instructions, he turned around and said to the little man, "Upstairs, there is a pot of Guzhu purple bamboo shoots, holy fruit, and candied fruit, each."

"There is a shopkeeper."

Hearing this, the shopkeeper quickly shook his head, "Adult Xiang is always so modest. When the little old man opens this store, he welcomes such romantic people as adults. It is the blessing for the young old man to come."

After saying that, he smiled at Xiang Minzhong and arched his hands to Yang Yanzhao. Then he pushed aside and was busy doing other things.

"This shopkeeper is also a scholar. He is repeatedly disheartened and takes care of the business of the family. He has been doing business for many years. The scholar's elegant interest has not changed, so he opened this teahouse. In addition, he is kind and often gives some money and children of poor families. He is also a little famous in Bianliang City."

Climbing on the thorn-grained mahogany escalator, Xiang Minzhong said softly. After listening to it, Yang Yanzhao also felt that the shopkeeper was a good person. Just as he was about to praise him, he saw Xiang Min stop moving forward and looked up and saw Wen Zhongshu and Han Guohua. Next to them stood Shangguan Yun, who had had several faces.

The person who wanted to go upstairs stopped, and the person who wanted to go downstairs also stopped. Several people stood like this, looking at each other without saying a word.

For a moment, Yang Yanzhao came to his senses first and bowed to Shangguan Yun, "I've met you, sir."

In those years, Shangguan Yun was his invigilator. Although he didn't have a relationship with a student, he should meet him now and salute him.

"Ha ha, Lord Yang is polite. Now that you and I are officials in the same dynasty, how can we be called like this? Isn't it going to kill Shangguan Kaibai?"

After saying that, he turned his head to Wen Zhongshu behind him and said, "Since there is nothing else to do today, Bingyang and Guangbi will talk about the past with Lord Yang and Lord Xiang, and I will leave."

He smiled and arched his hand to signal. Shangguan Yun passed by Yang Yanzhao, and the four became quiet again.

The footsteps downstairs came, but the teahouse clerk carrying tea and something to eat may have seen this strange scene. The trot stopped and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"Brother Yanzhao, Brother Chang, it's better to meet each other by chance. I haven't seen you for many days. How about drinking tea and sitting down and remembering friendship?"

Wen Zhongshu showed a smiling face and said softly. There was a dodge in the eyes of South Korea. Hearing this, Xiang Minzhong was silent and turned to Yang Yanzhao.

"I haven't seen you for many days. That's how it should be."

He said with a smile. Yang Yanzhao took the lead to go up and stayed in the elegant room. The four of them sat cross-legged. After the clerk who followed later added tea and retreated, there was silence again.

For a long time, Yang Yanzhao picked up the porcelain pot glazed with the lady's picture, filled it with a cup, and blew the tea that was relaxed due to boiling. "Since Yang Jing left Beijing last year, he hasn't sat down with several people for a long time."

"After Brother Yanzhao went to Fujian, we were also busy with a lot of trivial things, and we were left out a lot. Now that Brother Yanzhao has returned to Beijing, we will have more together for a drink in the future."

Wen Zhongshu smiled warmly, but Xiang Minzhong lowered his head and touched the cup without saying anything. Then Han Guohua raised his glass and said, "Brother Yanzhao returned to Bianliang. It should be a happy event. We will use tea instead of wine and have a cup of wine. The power is to pick up the wind and wash the dust."

When it came to this sentence, the four cups touched each other, but under the crisp sound, there was no more happy and cheerful smiles. They are more restrained in their smiles and a little more reserved in their conversation.

Sometimes, it is strange, that's what it's like. It's produced and can't be erased anymore. What can be done is to hide it, at least on the surface, it still looks intact.

After talking for some time, the tea was also drunk, and the clerk downstairs added a new pot. Wen Zhongshu was full of water in the cup, and the smile on his face faded, in exchange for a look of worry. He sighed, "Brother Yanzhao, why are you going to take care of the matter of the third hall? Isn't this looking for trouble? Do you know that the world is the most What is sharp? It's not the magic sword that breaks people's heads, nor the fangs of beasts that break bones and chew stones, but the pen of the scholar! In case there is something bad about this matter, Brother Yanzhao will be scolded by people all over the world, and even leave a dirty name on the history.

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao could only shake his head and smile bitterly, "Brother Bingyang, this is not what I want, but when I come to this field, can I still have a choice?"

It's true. When you are in a temple, you no longer make your own decision. In many cases, you can only follow the word "mand".

"Brother Yanzhao has an idea in his mind. If there is any difficulty, although Xiang Changzhi is humble, the King of Qi may be able to help."

Hearing Xiang Minzhong say this, South Korea Hua also hurriedly said, "Brother Bingyang and I can also ask Zhao Taibao to think of a way."

Hearing these two sentences, Yang Yanzhao also understood the reason why the four people got together today, and his heart was a little lost, but the smile on his face did not change. He raised his glass and said, "Thank you, Brother Chang and Brother Guangbi. Yang Yanzhao has already had a problem in this matter, so he doesn't have to bother the King of Qi and Zhao Taibao."

After saying that, Wen Zhongshu and the three of them changed their faces, so they didn't say much and drank a cup of tea with Yang Yanzhao.

After talking for a moment, Yang Yanzhao looked at Xiang Minzhong, who was slightly silent, "Brother Chang, I still want to bother you about something. I don't know if it's possible?"

Mo Laiyou's joy flashed in his eyes, and Xiang Minzhong hurriedly answered, "Brother Yanzhao, just say it."

"I heard that Bi Shi'an, the head of the Ministry of Household Affairs, is Chang's brother, so Yang Yanzhao wants to ask Chang's brother to say something on his behalf, which can also be convenient."

The raised eyebrows fell again, and Xiang Minzhong's face suddenly lost his color, but he still nodded and answered, "Brother Bi is kind and will not make things difficult for you. Since Brother Yan Zhao is a little worried, I will go to his house to talk about it in the evening."