Chapter 235 Treasure

Out of the teahouse, the sun was still hanging in the air. The bright sunshine was warm, which made Yang Yanzhao's eyes hurt. Xiang Minzhong and others had already left. They turned their back and were close to their eyes, but they could no longer hook up and talk and laugh.

Without sighing or stattering, he shook his sleeves, and Yang Yanzhao continued to walk to Hanlin Academy.

Li Fang was still burying his head in a pile of scriptures. After listening to him say the reason, he pondered for a moment, took a piece of rice paper, wrote a row of small words on the dragon and phoenix dance, and handed them over. "These books should be enough. They are treasured in my Hanlin Academy. Remember to be careful and don't damage them at all."

Next, there are books written on the rice paper, such as 'Bamboo Book Chronicle', 'Chu and Han Chunqiu', 'Lian Shanjing Yi', 'Gui Zang' and so on. There is no memory in Yang Yanzhao's impression. Naturally, it is a rare classic work of famous artists today. At present, he is grateful to Li Fang.

And the latter is buried in front of the case, waving a thick ink, devoting himself to compiling books to promote the study of etiquette and scriptures, and is completely ignorant of things outside the body.

With the words of Li Fang's book, coupled with the token that Zhao Guangyi did not take back, Yang Yanzhao easily saw these ancient books in the library of Hanlin Academy.

On the two floors of the library, the light is a little dim. The old man who is in charge of the scriptures has worked very hard to find several brocade boxes engraved with dark lines. When they are opened, they are all blue covers, with ancient seals written on it. Obviously, it has been some years.

The old editor carefully took out the scrolls and was dissatisfied with the joy on his deeply wrinkled face. "The three-easy method of Taibu palm, one is Lianshan, the other is Guizang, and the third is Zhou Yi. This 'return to Tibet' scriptures are all eight, and all of them are sixty to four;

'Bamboo Book Chronicle' was written by the historian of the State of Wei during the Warring States Period, recording the history from the Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties to the Warring States Period;

......”

Rujiazhen said slowly. After talking for a long time, he gently put back the book in his hand and said with an apologetic smile to Yang Yanzhao, "The big talent is very good. He knows this. The subordinate has been with these books for a long time and has some feelings, so he always wants to introduce them to people, but it is for adults to see. I laughed."

Seeing his withered yellow hand gently stroking the scroll, and his face was full of care, Yang Yanzhao understood that this old editor was a book lover, but all of these books in front of him were treasures, and he could not come with outsiders.

This is like making a good painting, and no one appreciates it. One day, someone finally came to see the painting. Of course, he wanted to talk about some of the mysteries in the painting. If Yang Yanzhao knew the way these books preached, it would be difficult for him to imagine that the old editor would pull him, talk for a long time, and be a confidant.

Calling a few good editors, Yang Yanzhao asked each of them to copy three copies with their own books. Of course, each volume leaves the last dozen pages or even dozens of pages for copying. After all, these are just taken out to make money, and the whole book can't be circulated. Otherwise, what is the advantage of the royal collection?

Zhao Guangyi, although he nodded and agreed, he couldn't help but know how to advance and retreat. He hit the emperor in the face and dug a grave for himself in advance.

After all the instructions, it was also at sunset. I felt a little sorry for those who rushed to work all night, but thinking that there were a lot of injustices in the construction of the three halls, he was just a hard worker, so he was relieved a lot. He lost a piece of silver and asked them to eat more.

When he arrived at the yard, Zhang Qian and the two had returned from the government office. At dinner, everyone asked about Yang Yanzhao's entry into the palace, and he said something briefly, but he didn't talk about meeting Xiang Minzhong and others.

"Papa..."

Li Zhi patted his round face and made a crisp sound. After several times, he felt the pain from his face, and then he lost his voice and exclaimed, "It's unbelievable. Brother Yan Zhao, 'Chu Han Chunqiu', 'Lianshan Jingyi', 'Gui Zang', which of these you said is not a strange article that has disappeared since the Han Dynasty. Book, do I really have a collection in Hanlin Academy?

On the one hand, Zhang Qian also came to his senses because of his voice, and although Chai Qingyun, Guo Huai and others did not understand, they still turned their eyes to Yang Yanzhao.

"It's natural. It's hard to lie to you. In a few days, I will sell these books!"

"What!"

The chopsticks picked up by Li Zhigang fell off the table, and Zhang Qian was also stunned, so that he didn't notice the rice bowl at hand at all.

"Brother Yanzhao, you mean, if you want to sell these books, aren't you afraid to kill your head!"

For a long time, Zhang Qian said in panic. As soon as he said this, there was a panic in the room, and Aunt Zhang was so scared that her face turned pale.

Seeing this scene, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help smiling and explaining. When he heard that it was the official's promise, everyone was relieved, but Li Zhi changed his fierce look, "Brother Yanzhao, when I get these books, I will definitely have a glimpse of them. If not, be careful that I and Brother Qiu Bai are easy to deal with you!"

With that, he also waved his fist. This expression immediately caused a lot of laughter. After Yang Yanzhao also asked for mercy, he quickly agreed.

The next day, Yang Yanzhao had a meal. When he went out, he suddenly felt very busy and didn't know where to go.

After thinking for a moment, I still went to Hanlin Academy. Zhao Yuanzuo's lecture in the palace was not in a hurry, so it was better to procrastinate.

Because there are many places to go, he called Xiao Muchun to drive a carriage with him. Although he still likes to ride a horse in his heart, the civil servant still has to look like a civil servant. Even if he is disgusted, he has to put on an arrogant face and glance at the horse and the martial artist, full of disdainful pretentious pretentiousness.

The soft sedan is not used to it for the time being, but it is not as comfortable as the carriage.

The carriage shook, arrived at the library, and climbed to the attic. The oil lamp hanging on the wall far away from the book was still on. Several editors were writing hard. When they saw Yang Yanzhao, they stopped, and their faces were full of surprise.

It's no wonder that as a scholar, how can you not be refreshed when you see these classics that have not been seen for a hundred or even a thousand years?

It will take about two or three days to check the progress, and then say a few more words. Yang Yanzhao left. He wanted to say hello to Li Fang, but when he thought of his busy appearance, he had to give up.

Out of the Hanlin Academy, Yang Yanzhao rushed to the northeast of Zuoshenglongmen and was about to build the site of the three halls. This was a piece of free time to plant flowers and plants. It happened to be in front of a clear stream. It was indeed a good feng feng shui to build a college.

He sighed secretly and thought about the layout of the pavilions of the college. For a long time, he only felt a headache. After all, he was not engaged in architectural design.

frowning, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but think of Xun Yu, the servant of the Ministry of Industry mentioned in the imperial edict. This person served in the Ministry of Industry and thought he was proficient in it, so he rushed to the Ministry of Industry.

When he arrived at the Ministry of Industry, the guard's soap bodyguard saw that he was just a Hanlin official from the fifth grade. His nostrils were facing the sky and pretended to ignore it. Only when Yang Yanzhao took out the token, he was scared and knelt down and begged for mercy.

Seeing this scene, Yang Yanzhao finally understood why Zhao Guangyi did not take back the token, and was secretly glad that he was holding the token in his hand.

Yang Yanzhao came to the hall of Chen Xin, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, who was full of fear, but wanted to squeeze out a smile to be a flattering servant.

Seeing him, Chen Xin did not say a greeting, and his face was even a little stiff or even gloomy. Yang Yanzhao expected this before he came.

I was forced to step in. Of course, the people in the Ministry of Industry felt that they were shameless. The minister of the Ministry of Industry did not speak coldly, which also gave him enough face

He said a few words casually again. Chen Xin called the servant outside the door and sent him to lead Yang Yanzhao to Xun Yu, the servant of the Ministry of Industry.

Walking through the flowers and plants in the eaves, and in front of another slightly smaller room, Yang Yanzhao was about to go in, but he saw a young official in green come out of it, "What's the matter with this adult?"

"I, Hanlin, told Yang Jing, and took the official's order to discuss with Lord Xun about the reconstruction of the three halls. Can the waiter be in the house?"

Hearing the words, the little official's face showed a look of embarrassment, "The servant happened to have something important to go out, and the villain is going to look for the adult."

After saying this sentence, the little official hurriedly left, leaving Yang Yanzhao standing alone in front of the house. He wanted to enter it, but he was afraid of losing his courtesy. He could only look at the unrecognizable flowers in front of him to entertain himself.

For a long time, I haven't seen Xun Yu return, let alone a person passing by. At this time, no matter how smart Yang Yanzhao's head is, he understands that Xun Yu is going to give him a horse and deliberately find him to embarrassment.

Unconsciously, he took off the flowers at hand, then crushed them, and fell on the red mud of the flower protection. Then he took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan. You still need to rely on him to rebuild the three halls. For today's plan, Yang Yanzhao can only put up with this breath.

From the morning to the end of the day, a middle-aged man in a vermilion official robe finally came. Seeing him, Yang Yanzhao took a deep breath again, with a gentle smile on his face and stepped forward.