Chapter 240 Duke of Qi

The carriage passed quietly in the noisy street. Yang Yanzhao, who was sitting in it, could even hear the talkative words in the past restaurants and teahouses. Those storytellers were shocked and shocked. They were full of ** speeches about last night, selling a barrier from time to time, which attracted countless questions and scolding.

He didn't understand how it became known overnight, but this situation was extremely beneficial to him.

Sometimes, it's not a bad thing to talk about money.

With the crushing of the wheels, the surroundings became quiet. Although he was curious about where he was, he always felt a little rude when he lifted the curtain. After thinking about it over and over again, Yang Yanzhao still sat quietly in the carriage, with his eyes tightened, holding his mind and waiting for the carriage to stop.

Finally, the sparkling sound of cars and horses disappeared in my ears, and soon my eyes lit up. The man in black had already opened the curtain and showed a smiling face, "Lord Yang, we are here."

In response, Yang Yanzhao got out of the carriage. The house in front of him was green bricks and green tiles, and there was no glazed pearls and jade, which was no different from ordinary people. Even the red door retreated from the original gorgeous vermilion under the wind and rain of the years.

But that's it. Yang Yanzhao did not dare to underestimate the owner of the room at all, not only because he recognized that the street under his feet was Zhuque Street, which was adjacent to Tianjie, close to the imperial city, gathering countless magnificent and powerful people's phoenix pool.

What's more important is that on the Zhumen, which has long been as glorious as in the past, on the forehead hanging, the four big words 'Qi Guogongfu', simple but not glamorous but also accept the universe, which made the tide suddenly surge in his heart.

There are many Dukes of Taizu, but that night, after a glass of wine, it was not as good as before. What's more, it has happened for more than ten years, and he can still stay in Bianliang City, the Duke of Zhuque Street. How can this identity not be extremely noble?

When he was distracted, the man in black had knocked on the door, turned his head and whispered with a smile, "Lord Yang, please follow me."

The entrance is a tortuous corridor, and the stones under the steps are spreading into a corridor. There are three small houses above, one is bright and two dark, and the inside is full of beds and chairs.

There is another small door from the inner room, and when you go out, there is a backyard, with large pear blossoms and bananas. There are two more small retreats. A gap suddenly opened under the wall of the backyard, and there was a clear spring. The ditch was only a foot. It was poured into the wall, around the edge of the house to the front yard, and circled under the bamboo.

After the clear spring, between the bamboo branches, an old man in a black robe was standing with a roll, and his head was gently shaking, as if he was indulging in this picturesque scene, intoxicated by the elegant sentences.

A few feet away from the old man, he was the middle-aged master he had seen that day, wearing an inconspicuous gray-brown gown, which was still unobtrusive, as if he was just a loyal and conscientious old servant beside the owner of the family.

However, when Yang Yanzhao walked into the inner courtyard, he looked up and looked over. It was just an ordinary glance, but Yang Yanzhao clearly felt the aura around him.

By his side, the man in black who led the way had retreated. Yang Yanzhao stood by the clear spring and quietly listened to the sound of the spring falling along the fine bamboo. Somehow, there was a little leisure and comfort in his heart.

"Ha ha, you're here."

A gentle laughter sounded in his ear, and he came back from the quiet. Yang Yanzhao followed the sound. Wang Pu had put the scroll in his hand aside and looked at him with his beard.

Walking forward quickly, Yang Yanzhao saluted respectfully, "I have met the Duke."

"There is no need for courtesy. I don't ask about my family affairs. I grow flowers and plants at home all day long, read a few books, and write a few words. I'm just an idle person."

The words are full of laughter, such as the spring in the courtyard, warm hearts.

However, how can Yang Yanzhao really think that the old man in front of him is not interested in the world, returning to his hometown, living an ordinary life, idle, teasing the childish and ignorant young grandson under his knees, full of happy years.

Of course, these are indescable. When he got up, Yang Yanzhao smiled a little, and then followed Wang Pu, walked in the courtyard full of flowers and plants, and walked into an ordinary room.

The light aroma spreads, and the bookshelves full of scriptures, a few calligraphy and paintings, two wooden chairs, and a mahogany case are all in this room. It is a little simple and a little ordinary.

"Your handwriting is good. After I saw it with the king of Qi, I was greedy for a long time. Today, I have to leave some ink treasures for me anyway."

Wang Pu went to the case and spread out the rice paper. Seeing this, Yang Yanzhao wanted to say something, but he felt that it was very pretentious, so he stepped forward, "If the Duke doesn't dislike it, Yang Jing will make a fool here."

In the inkstone, a trace of thick ink slowly melted under Wang Pu's light grinding, while Yang Yanzhao took off a purple hair from the pen holder and frowned, as if he was thinking about what to write.

After a while, the frowning sword eyebrows were loose and flat, with the wide cuffs in his left hand, the tip of the pen was stained with ink, and later it was written on rice paper.

"It should be pity that the teeth are imprinted with moss, and the small button firewood has not been opened for a long time. The garden can't be closed in spring, and a red apricot comes out of the wall.

words, lines of clouds and flowing water, writing like clouds and smoke; poetry, the sentence is simple, but the rhyme is long.

After stopping writing for a long time, Wang Pu smiled and said, "Well, it's really the champion. This little poem is enough to show your talent. I like it very much."

There was nothing wrong with it, or it was already used to it. Yang Yanzhao smiled modestly, "The lower official class made the Duke laugh."

Carefully drying the ink on the rice paper, Wang Pu shook his head and said, "Although I often study the calligraphy of the previous dynasties, it is still worse than you. In the future, when I am puzzled, I will find you to explain my doubts."

"If you are invited, how dare Yang Jing not to obey?"

He waved his hand and motioned Yang Yanzhao not to do salute again. The master who was waiting outside the house brought tea. After filling the white jade fluorescent cup, he retreated again.

It seems that he is really a domestic servant in the courtyard.

Drinking tea, the fragrance lingered between his teeth and squinted. Wang Pu's face on the seat was full of enjoyment. After a while, he gently said a word, but it made Yang Yanzhao panic and almost swallowed a mouthful of hot tea.

"I heard that Chai girl is with you?"

Although this is not a secret in Bianliang City, Zhao Guangyi did not investigate. Those officials and historians were silent. Yang Yanzhao thought that there would be no big trouble.

At present, Wang Pu suddenly mentioned it, which made him a little overwhelmed. It was really hard to tell whether it was a blessing or a curse.

But since he asked about Chai Qingyun, Yang Yanzhao wanted to take responsibility, so he put the cup in his hand aside and said with a straight face, "If you return to the country, you will be favored by the princess. You are lucky in three lives. Yang Jing will definitely be good in the future and will never live up to this affection."

Since it is true love, there is no need to cover it up. Even if the world opposes it, he will marry his beloved woman.

There is no unimaginable reprimand or unimaginable disdain. Wang Pu just smiled and whispered, "Ha ha, it's so good. When he get married, he has to give me a glass of wine to eat."

He was a little surprised, but Yang Yanzhao immediately agreed. Although he is just a little Beijing official now, separated from Chai Qingyun with Jinzhi Yuye, they will get married, which is what he takes for granted.

After talking for a while, Wang Pu did not leave him to eat, but when he left, he said meaningfully, "The matter of the third hall should be much easier in the future. You still need to pay attention and do it well. After the third hall is completed, I will be able to beg for wine."

Hearing this sentence, Yang Yanzhao understood that when he came to him today, he was not only talking about Chai Qingyun, but also about the three halls. In just a few words, the smiling old man had already secretly helped a lot.

Bend over and saluted deeply, "Thank you, young master."

No more words, Wang Pu looked down at the little poem that had been dry. For a long time, he looked up and saw that Yang Yanzhao had left. He couldn't help stroking the white beard with a deep comforting smile on his face, "The word is good, the poem is good, and this person is also good..."