Chapter 252 The Holy Visit to the Chongwen Museum

"Dodge!"

A team of brightly dressed Forbidden Army walked fast, holding a single-knife spear in their hands, standing on both sides of the street, driving those unknown people to the street, making the rare empty streets and alleys in Bianliang City.

On the street, the vendors skillfully packed up their belongings but did not leave. Those pedestrians also stopped. Although the sudden emergence of a large number of imperial troops broke the original rhythm, they did not feel angry. After living in the capital for many years, they understood that there were nobles going to go out. According to the current situation, this trip was by no means a slaughter. What the prime minister or the prince can match should be a noble person in the palace to save relatives, or even the official family of the Song Dynasty.

whispered in a low voice. These ordinary people were all happy, just like a few holiday feasts. They were full of fiery infatuation in their eyes, looking at the end of the street and competing to see each other.

For a long time, a team of soldiers passed by and rushed towards the outside of the city. The sword at his waist was carved with a flame tiger, inlaid with gold and silver. ** Riding bronze armor, the old man of Bianliang City immediately exclaimed in a low voice, "It turned out to be the sun. This is the most elite cavalry in the front division of the palace."

There was a piece of secre in his heart, and then there was inexplicable excitement. He appeared in the sun. It was self-evident that the Luan behind him must be the official family of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

Not long after, the sound of carriages and horses came from afar. The embroidered jackets and brocade clothes were full of smoke in the sky. The maid of honor was like a cold cicada and lowered her head to support the driver. The auspicious clouds and auspiciousness lingered with Jinyu. The phoenix tail fan opened several degrees, and the heavenly fragrance of the shadow walked in the sky.

It's really an official trip!

People on the street bent down to salute one after another and dare not look more, but there are also bold people who secretly look at it with their eyes to meet the holy driver out of the palace. This is a great blessing. It is a blessing that can be encountered. How can you not look at it a few times?

At the front of the square row of armor was a beautiful, murderous Japanese cavalry. One hand held the reins and the other hand was on the long sword. He was scanning the people around him with his fierce eyes. Some ignorant people looked at each other, and suddenly felt that his heart was timid, his legs were weak, and he was about to collapse to the ground.

His forehead was full of sweat, and he hurriedly looked away. He took a few breaths, and still felt that his heart was blocked. At present, he did not dare to look at it again, but when he wiped his sweat, he actually glanced at it again. At this time, he found that before the majestic support, the leader of the army was actually a Zhu Hong from the official uniform of the fifth grade Hanlin, wearing a double-winged hat. A handsome young man.

This seems to be Yang Jing, the champion. A few days ago, he was responsible for the construction of three halls, just outside Zuo Shenglongmen. The pavilion can be said to be ingenious, fragrant grass, and fish turtles that can spit water, which is eye-opening!

Before driving, Yang Yanzhao, who was the leader, looked gently and looked at the people around him. Today is the day when Zhao Guangyi personally went to the Chongwen Museum to check. Previously, the master of the palace had also been there, but he had never been such a big battle, let alone accompanied by a hundred officials.

It seems that Zhao Guangyi is at least very happy about the matter of Chongwen Hall. Now that he has spent a lot of time, it is undoubtedly to prove the wisdom of his original decision. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he wants to attract literati from all over the world.

However, these have nothing to do with Yang Yanzhao. At this moment, he is at the forefront of the holy driver. A civil official from the fifth grade walks in front of the front department of the palace, walking in front of the royal relatives and many first-class officials. Although the official's will is to let him lead the way, is really this simple?

Yang Yanzhao, who smiled, was thinking about this problem. Similarly, behind him, many courtiers who followed the official Jin Yu were also thinking about the deep meaning behind it.

On the public car, Zhao Guangyi opened the curtain that bit the gold wire. The afterglow swept over the street and looked at the devout people all over the ground. His gloomy face was cold, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. His eyes moved forward and looked at the straight figure under the wide official robe. Somehow, there was a trace of strangeness in his eyes, and he was stunned. It is.

After a long time, he put down the curtain, sighed, and closed his eyes. Somehow, the figure that he tried to suppress in his heart appeared. His chest was constantly undulating, and his fingers grasped the seat cushion of Yunjin, and the slight sweat slid down the palm of his hand, dripping on the five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on Yunjin, reflecting The white ten-knuckles.

Outside the Zuosheng Dragon Gate, the leading Shenwei army had been forbidden everywhere. After the saint arrived, they all bowed their heads and saluted. The sound of armor, knives and guns touching each other, and the momentum was extremely amazing.

Zhao Guangyi walked out of Jinyu with the help of Wang Jien, the gauze robe of Yunlong red gold gauze, the curved collar of Bailuo square heart, and the lower body was white socks and black, wearing a crown.

Seeing this situation, the literary ministers danced happily behind him, and the generals were a little delicious. You should know that this is the clothes used by the officials in the first day, the winter solstice, and the five-day New Year Dynasty meeting. Today, it seems that they attach great importance to these three halls.

Then I saw the bucket arch in front of me crisscrossed, with the word 'Chongwen Hall' hanging on the brick and glazed door. The three big characters of the golden Watanabe were shining in the sun. The light was dazzling, and I didn't feel a little resentment in my heart.

Behind Zhao Guangyi, Zhao Yuanzuo and other princes were also dressed in dragon clothes, wearing different forms of tube caps, which looked extremely solemn.

"Lord Yang, the official announced that you will be accompanied by the Holy Driver."

A sharp voice sounded, and Yang Yanzhao, who was waiting after the officials, hurried forward and saluted Zhao Guangyi and the princes.

"There is no need for courtesy. This Chongwen Museum is well built. Take me and you Aiqing to go."

Hearing the words, Yang Yanzhao took the order, but he did not dare to go over it at all. With Zhao Guangyi's back, among the many princes, Zhao Yuanzuo and Zhao Yuanxi nodded slightly to him, while Zhao Heng, who was a childlike, blinked with a smile.

Entering the Chongwen Museum, looking around, the pavilions are high and below, the windows are hidden, the secluded room is curved, and the jade column is connected to each other, and the ring is four-in-one, and the golden and blue are shining, shining on people's ears and eyes, but it is extremely elegant and shows the solemnity and holiness.

There is a piece of green under the feet. Although it is early autumn, the grass is still crisp, and there are daisies and ink bamboo. The fountain pool is even more amazing, clapping.

"Lord Yang, how did this water come out?"

Zhao Heng's black eyes turned, and his face was full of surprise. After hearing this, Yang Yanzhao simplified how to pull the water from the water truck in front of the Chongwen Hall, and then used the hidden bamboo tube into the body of the turtle.

"Well, that's right." Zhao Guangyi also smiled more, and then pointed to the two-foot-long tilted wooden chair on the lawn, "Why is this chair a little strange?"

Yang Yanzhao hurriedly answered, "If you study hard in the cold window, you will eventually feel dizzy and depressed. If you lean against the wooden chair between these flowers and plants, you may feel much happier."

Zhao Tingmei shook her broad cuffs with a smile, "Lord Yang is really bothered. At present, this book must be extremely happy to read."

Continuing to move forward, I saw a small building on the west side, with thin bones. Seeing this, Zhao Guangyi couldn't help laughing, "Yang Jing, your words are still thin and straight, sharp everywhere. Is this 'Guangshajian' a place for you to rest as a scholar? It should be taken from the poem Sheng's sentence, "The poor people in the world are happy, and the wind and rain are as safe as mountains". It's good, it's good.

He said two good words. He turned to the other side and saw on both sides of the pavilion surrounded by curved mahogany ladders. The wooden ladder was five feet long, engraved with auspicious clouds and flowers. It circled up and suddenly looked at it, which was eye-catching.

"Lord Yang, although this wooden ladder is novel, if it is rainy, I'm afraid it's all inconvenient, right?"

Among the courtiers, Chen Xin, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, whispered. Hearing his words, the officials and imperial historians who had always hated Yang Yanzhao were also attached one after another.

Aware of many eyes, Yang Yanzhao smiled. These people were picking faults and giving him eye drops. They didn't know the truth, so they were nitpicking. It's really ridiculous.

"You don't know that there are also stairs in the museum. If there is a rainy day, you won't get wet and study hard."

When this sentence came out, Chen Xin suddenly blushed, and the rest of the people were also speechless, while Zhao Guangyi continued to climb up as if nothing had happened.

On the walls of each floor, there are two words of dragon flying and phoenix dancing, which are engraved between the masonry. When they saw this, the courtiers of the inscription began to look for the inscription, and the ministers who did not seize this opportunity were unhappy and wanted to attack, but he remembered that this was agreed by the official, and the prime minister and even the prince wrote the word. How dare you say more.

The three halls are equipped with many exquisite wooden shelves, and each floor is decorated with scrolls transferred from the old library, which is very neatly arranged. The bookshelf is engraved with delicate small characters, corresponding to the title of the scriptures. There are several gray robe attendants in each room. This is a small eunuch in the palace who is temporarily seconded from the inner province to sort out the books.

On the second floor of the Wenzhao Hall, Zhao Guangyi casually picked up a volume of books and turned over a few pages, while Zhao Tingmei and many literary ministers who followed him also picked up the nearby books and turned them over. The generals browsed the situation in the house casually with their eyes wide open. Only a few scholars with the atmosphere of literati will take the books and read them. Get up.

Yang Yanzhao stood in front of the bookshelf. Looking at this situation, he smiled secretly. This time, he was arrogant. Anyway, he opened a royal library.

Withdrawing his eyes, the little eunuch beside him seemed to be trembling. Yang Yanzhao couldn't help staring at it. Although he lowered his head at this moment, he seemed to be a little familiar.

"Brother, your hat is crooked."

He whispered a word, and then reached out to hold the little eunuch's thin shoulder. By tidying up his hat, he raised his head. Seeing the face, Yang Yanzhao was stunned.

The beautiful face full of panic and worry, he is extremely familiar, and it turned out to be Biyue!