Chapter 250 The Mouth of Youyou

Out of the palace of Qi, in the carriage, Yang Yanzhao was not drunk before. He took out the three words "Zhaowenguan" written by Zhao Tingmei from his arms and looked at it for a while. The handwriting suddenly looked, without the strength of gold hooks and silver strokes. It was not an elegant work, but it was not useless.

But after careful observation for a moment, Yang Yanzhao still found that he had hidden the sharp edge in the sketch. For a long time, he closed the rice paper and sighed.

After writing for a long time, I bring a person's heart and style. This is the word like a person. Zhao Tingmei's words are restrained inside. It seems ordinary, but it has a compelling spirit.

It seems that his heart is still secretly beaded, and it is better to keep some distance.

He whispered. Later, Yang Yanzhao pulled the curtain and saw that the carriage had arrived at Shiquan Street. His eyebrows were twisted and loosened. Then he said to Xiao Muchun, who was driving, "Brother Xiao, don't go back in a hurry. Let's go to the Yan Palace with me."

Hearing the words, Xiao Muchun answered the reins in the master's hand, turned around and drove towards Fukui Street. Before long, the voice gradually faded, and the sound of the wheels was clearer and clearer. It was in the deep alley of Guijie, where idle people were forbidden to go.

"You son, here we are."

The carriage stopped, and the bodyguard of the Yanwang Mansion had seen Xiao Muchun for a long time. He had a little impression of this burly and thick man, and the porterservant also went into the house early to report.

Not long after, Zhao Dezhao came out with Pan Ji. When he saw Yang Yanzhao, he was very happy, full of smiles and full of joy.

After sitting in the palace of the king of Yan for a moment, Yang Yanzhao no longer said those greetings and directly said it in the future. It was the same as the previous situation in the palace of the king of Qi. Zhao Dezhao was also shocked after hearing it and was stunned.

It took me a long time to come to my senses, but there was still disbelief in my eyes. "Brother Yanzhao, do you want me to spend money to name the three pavilions?"

On the one hand, Pan Ji was also stunned, with huge waves in his heart. Since ancient times, who has dared to do such a thing that has been criticized by people all over the world?

Even if the official has agreed, is the mouth of Youyou in the middle of the court so easy to be blocked? If there is a deviation, it is a big crime of killing the head.

When he hesitated, Zhao Dezhao over there laughed happily, "Since the official and Uncle Wang have already written, how can Xiao Wang not be moved? As for the silver, how about the same as Uncle Wang?"

"That's natural."

Two simple words made Pan Ji more and more puzzled. It was not until Yang Yanzhao left that he couldn't help asking, "Your Majesty, exchange the naming power of the third hall for silver. This is too much of a joke. How can the prince agree? If the world's scholars are killed, it will be extremely unfavorable to the prince. Of."

Hearing this sentence, Zhao Dezhao, who was sprinkling fish food in the pool, put the porcelain bowl aside, clapped his hands, and answered with a smile, "Wen Feng, you are too worried about this. Now that the official has agreed, it will naturally not cause a big storm. However, there must be rumors, but compared with Yang Jing's behavior in southern Fujian and the time of repairing the third hall, what is this?

After saying that, Zhao Dezhao continued to feed the fish. Pan Ji, who was beside him, nodded and whispered, "What the prince said is also right. Yang Jing is a saint at this moment. Since the official has nodded, it should be thrilling. Anyway, it is indeed a rare and beautiful thing to be able to write in the third hall."

Pan Ji swept away his previous worries, and his face was full of high spirits. This last sentence was even more meaningful.

Zhao Dezhao didn't make a sound. He raised his hand and sprinkled the fish food in the pool. Looking at the light waves, the fish competed happily and sighed secretly.

In fact, he didn't say that the inscription of the three pavilions, in addition to the reputation of pushing the boat along the water, is more of a matter of a choice. What the master in the palace needs is to get involved in endless non-consultation.

After living for a long time, I understand more and more that sometimes, self-pollution is the best choice.

Of course, Yang Yanzhao didn't know these calculations. After getting the inscription of Zhao Tingmei's uncle and nephew, not long after he returned to the yard, the 6,000 taels of silver were also quickly delivered, and he immediately felt much better.

Zhu Li and others were invited. They inquired about the news in the market. Sure enough, the news that he used the title of the three pavilions to exchange money has begun to spread in the restaurant.

Of course, it must be abusive words throughout the article, and there are also crazy scholars who directly smashed the wine urn in their hands. With the power of wine, they went to Kaifeng Mansion to beat the drums and complain.

Naturally, Fu Yin did not dare to answer this kind of thing. Under the headache, he said that he could not be sick. Unexpectedly, these scholars actually cursed in front of the government office.

In this way, the impatient Jin Yin waved his hand and sent all these drunken scholar to the prison. Although this practice was not in line with the virtuous sergeant mentioned by Taizu, such a thunderous method shocked those scholars who still wanted to make trouble.

Speaking of this news, Zhu Li and others' faces were a little red. No wonder that they were all hot-tempered and wandered in the market for most of the day. There was no news about the Third Hall. They were bored. They ate vegetables, drank, and then went out in a pub early. This slandered Yang Yanzhao's words. The words flew all over the sky. If it hadn't been for the instructions in advance, they wouldn't have made trouble indiscriminately. These fierce guys would have been able to have crawled all those eye-catching readers.

With breath in his heart, Zhu Li said everything he had heard. He was about to wave his huge fist and continue to speak, but Yang Yanzhao stretched out his hand and stopped him. "I know the matter. Brother Zhu, brothers, thank you for your hard work."

After saying this sentence, Yang Yanzhao walked to the house. Zhu Li and others who stayed in the distance stared with big eyes, all bulging their cheeks, full of anger, but there was nowhere to vent.

In the room, Yang Yanzhao leaned against the wooden chair and knocked on the back of his hand on his forehead. Suddenly, he smelled a fragrance in front of his nose. He looked up and saw that a wisp of green had arrived in front of him.

Later, the jade hand on his shoulder rubbed gently, "Liulang, I've heard about things outside. Don't worry, when dinner, the wind everywhere will turn."

"Yuer has worked hard. It's just that this matter spread so fast that I'm afraid someone is obstructing it. Now the other party is in the dark, and I'm in the open place. There are some things that are still uncertain for the time being."

Hearing the words, the jade hand on his shoulder stopped, and Chai Qingyun raised his eyebrows slightly, "Does Liulang know who is the troublemaker behind his back?"

After meditating for a moment, Yang Yanzhao reached out and took the weak and boneless delicate jade hand. "Today, I only went to three places, either in the palace or the two princes."

Chai Qingyun's eyes were a little strange. He opened his mouth, but he took the words back and hesitated for a moment. Then he whispered, "Who do you think Liulang will be?"

"It's hard to say."

With a sigh, Yang Yanzhao said in a low voice. Behind him, Chai Qingyun stopped talking and also sighed softly.

The sun sinks in the west mountain, in Bianliang City, the noise is far more than the day. On the street, the crowd is turbulent, and the restaurants and teahouses are even more crowded. The people who have been working for a day gather there, order two small dishes, fill a glass of wine, chat about the world, and talk about the interesting wild things. When they are having fun, the cups touch each other, drink them all at once, indulge in indulgence. I laughed out loud.

And today, there seems to be less laughter. In a small wine shop, several readers in linen gowns said righteously and indignantly that the sanctimonial Hanlin waiter exchanged the title of the three libraries for silver, and the scandal of enriching his own pockets. When he said that it was difficult to suppress, he even dropped the wine pot.

"I said, what's wrong with you scholars? Lord Yang tried his best to do things for you. If you don't appreciate it, just forget it, but he insults like this behind his back. What a ungrateful person!"

The little clerk of the wine shop wiped the wine on the table with a towel and whispered. As soon as he finished speaking, he was caught by the student who smashed the wine pot.

"You have read books for a few days, and what do you know!"

The language is full of anger, but more disdain.

After years of beating and smashing, this guy's energy is naturally much stronger than that of the scholar who has no power. He pushed him away and threw the towel full of wine to his feet. Unexpectedly, few people held their heads high and said, "I, Chen Ergou, have not read books for a few days, but I know at least what is good and evil. In order to build the third hall, He worked hard, but as the champion, he personally moved bricks and mud. In order to raise money from the three halls, he even resisted the anger of the public and asked the officials for permission to auction the lonely scrolls. At the auction, a person was with the merchant and was stained with the smell of copper alone. With these, I know that Lord Yang was definitely not a person who used power for personal gain. He sold the three pavilions for a few pieces of money. Name it, aren't you afraid of the official killing?

Isn't it clear about the dangerous Lord Yang? But why do you have to do it? Why don't you guys scold him behind his back, hate him, and blame his scholars!"

After saying this, Chen Ergou turned his head and left. His waist seemed to be straighter than ever.

The scholars who stayed in place were silent. At this time, on several tables not far away, several people whispered, "These guys are really a disgrace to the readers. Do you know, Xu Jia Erlang next door to my house helped in the third hall. Lord Yang risked killing his head to raise money. I built a small building to make them students tired and have a place to rest. I didn't expect that their good intentions would not be rewarded.

"Yes, yes, I have also heard about this matter. My Sanlang is an erdy in the palace of Qi. He also mentioned this matter. Lord Yang is indeed a good person."

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Under these words, the students' faces suddenly turned red, which was red with shame.

The same scenes were also staged in other places, but in just an hour or two of dinner, these words spread all over Bianliang City.

* In the military mansion, there was a crisp sound, and the porcelain cup glazed with blue auspicious clouds fell into several pieces. The legs of the blue-shirted scribes standing outside the door couldn't help trembling, and his forehead was already full of cold sweat.

"Get out!"

For a long time, a low voice sounded. Before he could salute, the latter stumbled out, and his clothes were already wet behind him.