Chapter 249 Take Money

With the rice paper scattered with ink fragrance in his hand, Yang Yanzhao walked along the winding corridor in the palace, and a pair of sword eyebrows involuntarily twisted into an eight-character shape.

Even if it has long known that this is an era of heavy literature and martial arts, this kind of thing will be unveiled by his own hands, and he still feels a little blocked in his heart.

Open the rice paper and look at the four heavy characters. The only thing he can do is sigh, close it, and continue to walk out of the palace.

The holy heart is unpredictable. What Yang Yanzhao can do is to follow Zhao Guangyi firmly. Even if the literary and martial arts compete with each other, it has nothing to do with him.

Out of the palace, Yang Yanzhao did not go home directly, but wandered to the Prince of Qi in a carriage and returned to Beijing from southern Fujian for most of the time. This was his first visit to Zhao Tingmei.

He said to the guard guard outside Zhu Hong's gate. Later, a family of servants came out. He followed Zhao Tingmei for many years and had the ability to know people. Of course, he knew that the grand official in front of him was the popular Hanlin waiter today, and he was appreciated by the prince.

He said a few words with a smile. The servant went into the house to report it. Yang Yanzhao stood under the stone steps. On the side, two stone lions stood with their heads up, and their hair was visible and lifelike.

The eyebrows raised unconsciously. Last time, it seemed that they did not see this pair of awe-inspiring stone lions.

While thinking about it, a burst of laughter came from my ear. I raised my head and saw that Zhao Tingmei, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, had arrived in front of me. "I was idle in the house, but I heard people say that Yanzhao, you are here. It really makes me happy. Come on, quickly enter the house quickly and talk to me for a few words, so that I can kill this disgusting and boring scene."

The words seemed very intimate. Behind him were Xiang Minzhong, a scribe in a green robe with a folding fan and a plain gown.

"To Xiang Changzhi, Yan Zhao has been familiar with each other for a long time. It's a coincidence to hold a fan. It's also a lecture from Hanlin Academy, Qin Palace, Qin Baoshan."

Looking at the two people, the Qin Palace shook the folding fan and smiled back, but the indifference in his eyes was very obvious. No wonder, in today's Hanlinyuan, he still rejected Yang Yanzhao, while Xiang Minzhong turned his head in a panic, and his pale face was slightly cramped.

The sleeves were pulled by Zhao Tingmei. Yang Yanzhao walked into the magnificent palace of Qi from between the Qin Palace and Xiang Minzhong, passed through the fragrant and green path, and finally stopped at the pavilion by the pool where he had been feasted.

A few words of instructions, the servant on the side quickly brought tea and chessboard. After a greeting, Zhao Tingmei was full of joy to play chess.

Seeing him like this, Yang Yanzhao had to follow his orders and took the white jade cup full of tea in the Qin Palace. Looking back, Xiang Minzhong didn't know when he had left.

"Ha ha, Chang Zhicai has learned from others. I like it very much, but my body is weak. I'm afraid that I'm exhausted, so I went back to my house to rest."

With that, Zhao Tingmei turned around and told the old housekeeper who bowed, "Later, go to the imperial hospital to have a look. Please ask the idle imperial doctor to take Chang Zhi's pulse and prescribe some nourishing prescriptions."

After saying this, his hand moved on the black chess, and then looked at Yang Yanzhao, with a smile on the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were like torches, as if he wanted to see through the hidden thoughts in his heart.

"The prince's house is kind-hearted, which is the blessing of my Song Dynasty."

He said softly. Yang Yanzhao stretched out his hand to move the chess pieces, and his face was calm. Hearing his words, Zhao Tingmei smiled again, and then waved his hand to the two-foot square chessboard.

The words of conversation and laughter gradually disappeared with the fight in the chess game. Zhao Tingmei's stretched eyebrows frowned more and more, staring at the chessboard and meditating bitterly.

Half an hour ago, a burst of cheerful laughter came, which made the goldfish swimming around with blisters under the lotus leaves by the pool.

"Yan Zhao's chess skills are excellent, and he really lives up to his reputation. I'm convinced."

Sipting the tea, Zhao Tingmei said with a smile. Because of the fight just now, the blush on her face had not receded, and even a little sweat could be faintly seen on her eyebrows.

"This game is really wonderful."

On the one hand, Qin Gong took the sweat towel from the housekeeper and handed it to Zhao Tingmei, staring at Yang Yanzhao. His eyes were full of heat. It seemed that he was already at ease and wanted to compete with each other.

Looking up at the sky, unconsciously, Yang Yanzhao put down the cup in his hand and hesitated for a moment before he said, "The prince's chess power is also very comparable. Yang Jing is lucky. After a game, his heart is also happy. If there is leisure, I hope to have a few more games and have fun."

Hearing this sentence, Zhao Tinmei couldn't help but close the white jade cup and showed doubt. "Yan Zhao is now carrying a heavy burden. When I came here today, I was indeed a little surprised. Sure enough, I didn't go to the palace of Qi. Let's talk about it. There is no need to be so polite with me."

Hearing what he said, Yang Yanzhao was silent for a moment, and then smiled and said, "The subordinate came to ask the prince to help with the business."

Doing business?

Now Zhao Tingmei was even more confused, but then her heart tightened. Did he already know?

In an instant, Zhao Tingmei's thoughts turned thousands of times, but her face was still the same, and her eyes were a little stunned. Then she laughed and said, "Yan Zhao, what kind of medicine are you selling in this gourd? Why don't you hurry up? I'm poor and white. At the last auction, I was only greedy. I don't have money to do business."

With that, he stretched out his hand and pointed around, making a look full of helplessness, but the fingers were full of glazed jade steps and buildings flying pavilions, showing wealth.

Yang Yanzhao smiled at his words again, and did not continue to play the riddle. He came straight to the point and said, "Your Majesty, the construction of the third hall has reached the end, and there is still tens of thousands of taels of silver left. The household department must be out of the way. Therefore, I want to sell the naming right of the pavilions in the third hall. I don't know if the prince is interested in receiving it. This first stroke, of course, the main hall was given by the official.

Zhao Tingmei's face became more and more solemn. Of course, he knew what it meant. It was a sacred place for scholars, leaving a strong mark, which can be proud of both today and later generations.

Especially in the last sentence, Zhao Tingmei is a sensible person. Of course, she knows that the master in the palace has nodded. In this case, it is a good opportunity.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Tingmei's eyebrows unfolded, and the cheerful laughter sounded again, "Yan Zhao, you know, I don't have much money, but don't open your mouth."

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao smiled and his heart was relieved. He needed several people with status to be the leader in the name of the third hall. In Bianliang City, in addition to the official family, naturally the prince was the most noble.

Therefore, Zhao Tingmei's business has been completed, and the following will naturally be much easier.

"The prince carries his love, and the subordinate will not open his mouth all over the sky, just 3,000 taels."

This number is naturally not much for the Prince of Qi. Zhao Tingmei happily accepted it and knew in her heart that this was Yang Yanzhao's return for his gratitude for accepting this matter.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were taken, and the ink was poured to hold the pen. Zhao Tingmei held the embroidered gold-printed cuffs in her left hand and wrote the three characters 'Zhaowenguan'.

After receiving the rice paper, Yang Yanzhao saluted Zhao Tingmei, "Thank you, my lord."

The latter smiled and ordered the old housekeeper to prepare silver. Later, he sent it to Yang Yanzhao's house and chatted a little. At noon, it was time to eat.

It was not three hours after eating some wine and vegetables in the Qiwang Mansion and waiting to finish the meal. Yang Yanzhao was thinking about the matter in his heart, so he got up and said goodbye. Zhao Tingmei, who was already slightly drunk, shook her body and sent him to the door.

The carriage swayed and disappeared into the streets.

Behind her, Zhao Tingmei entered the house with the help of the Qin Palace, came to the study and leaned against the sandalwood chair. After a while, the old housekeeper brought tea. After the Qin Palace took it, he filled a cup for him.

"Baoshan, what do you think of today's incident?"

The Qin Palace gently blew the unfolding tea in the cup, and his eyes were a little contempt, but he still smiled and said, "You have to pay for the money to write with a pen, which is unprecedented. Yang Jing has some tricks."

Hearing the disdain in this sentence, Zhao Tingmei shook her head without showing any trace and muttered, "With fame, seek the world's name again. This move is really too high."