Chapter 368 People come and go

The evening breeze is gentle, with a trace of blood.

At the entrance of the alley, Zhang Qian, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly stood up. Not far away, a figure staggered, and the long whip in his hand was not received, and a drop of blood dripping.

This scene made Zhang Qian in a trance. In those years, it was also this time. Yang Yanzhao came from the alley with a long bloody gun, holding the exhaust wind in his hand. As they walked, they said that they went back to cook noodles and add a few eggs.

But now, the situation is still the same, but there is no girl who is loved. Thinking of this, Zhang Qian's eyes are sour.

"Let's go."

Without saying much, Yang Yanzhao boarded the carriage, and the rest of the people also returned to the carriage. This time, they walked back again.

After they left, a group of government officials rushed over. The leader's square face was wearing a crime official robe. He grabbed a follower and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure the marquis has left?"

The man nodded repeatedly, and his legs kept trembling. When Yang Yanzhao killed Zhao Yuanyi, he stared at him. When the other party left, he looked back and stared at him, which made him very scared until now.

"It's useless."

Throw the catch to one side, and the person immediately greeted and started to clean up the venue. Zhao Yuanxin, who was once noble, was randomly thrown into a carriage and rushed out of the city. In the end, he didn't know which breakthrough he would find to be buried.

In this way, in one night, the powerful and young in Bianliang City knew the means of the Marquis of the Song Dynasty. Those who disagreed have been silent since then and no longer say much.

It was another morning, but I heard the shocking news that the new emperor's most important old minister, the prime minister of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Pu resigned.

This is more shocking than Zhao Yuan Xi's death. After all, Zhao Yuan Xi is a fallen prince, and no one has been flattered for a long time. However, Zhao Pu is a ruler over tens of thousands of people under one person. How inexplicable it is that he unloaded his armor and returned to the field when his power is at the sky.

Of course, the officials were unwilling to accept this resignation and stayed for a while, but they couldn't stand Zhao Pu's insistence and could only agree.

In this way, the Chinese calligraphy order was empty. Zhao Dezhao had no choice but to send someone to ask for advice before Zhao Pu's trip. The latter was also free and easy. He laughed and wrote the word 'Li Fang' on the rice paper.

When Zhao Pu left, there were only three or four servants and several Wupeng carriages, which were completely different from the magnificent atmosphere of his house.

It seems that everything is nothing.

Outside the city, ten miles to the north, the willow color of the ancient road of Changting is sad. Zhao Pu drank a glass of wine, laughed a few times, and then turned to the carriage.

Shangguan Yun looked at him who was about to pedal and leave. He couldn't help but look reluctant and said again, "Teacher, isn't it good to stay in Bianliang? Served by disciples, you can also add tea and water and do some filial piety.

"Ha ha, open up, over the years, you have never left as a teacher, and you have really lost a lot of worries."

He smiled and brushed his beard. Looking back at the second son beside the carriage, Zhao Pu continued, "The officialdom is sinister, and you are pure in your heart. You need to be more careful in the future. There are many teachers and friends, but few people are close friends. You are also clear. If you are in trouble, ask them for help again."

With that, he looked at Wen Zhongshu and Han Guohua, who were a little sad on the other side. In this farewell, except for Peng Yan, who was sent by Zhao Dezhao, and Shangguan Yun, who was like a father and son, he was the only two of them.

These two people were attracted by him at the beginning. Obviously, they became a little overwhelmed by the sudden resignation, and they were not promoted, but they were also wronged.

Thinking of this, Zhao Pu smiled again, "Bingyang, Guangbi, you are both talented people. In the court, you will make all the achievements. If I are asked to point a clear road, it is exactly what I said a few days ago that I made friends with Yang Jing. After all, you two have known him, and Yang Jing's most important thing is affection."

Hearing this, Wen Zhongshu and Han Guo Hua couldn't help looking at each other. In their eyes, there was a bitter taste. The original farewell went, and then to today's glory, how sad is it?

Seeing the appearance of the two, Zhao Pu smiled again. He has been wandering in the officialdom for many years. He knows that his face is just a floating cloud. If he can't see through it, what's the use?

He laughed and wanted to get on the car, but he heard the horse's hoof coming from afar.

"Lord Shaobao!"

Under the dust all over the sky, a ride flies, and the white hair dances. It is exactly the snowflakes falling from the nine days and floating in the air.

Seeing this figure, Zhao Pu's smile was a little stronger at the corners of his mouth, while Wen Zhongshu and Han Guo Hua's faces changed, and they lowered their heads and dared not look at them again.

"Oh..."

With a low roar, Yang Yanzhao grabbed the reins and jumped down. He didn't care about the horse. He walked straight forward and saluted, "Yang Jing has seen Lord Shaobao."

"Ha ha, marquis, you are broken."

Zhao Pu said with a smile, hurriedly came forward to hold Yang Yanzhao, looked carefully, and sighed, "I didn't expect that in just a few years, you have become a marquis who has attracted much attention. It's really my luck in the Song Dynasty!"

"Lord Shaobao praised it. In the final analysis, Yang Jing is still a stubborn stone, and he still needs the guidance of Lord Shaobao."

Shaking his head, Zhao Pu gently patted Yang Yanzhao's hand, "After all, you need a new climate. Yan Zhao, you are very good at learning. I am very optimistic about you."

After saying this, Zhao Pu got into the carriage and stopped looking back. When his curtain fell, the servant who was driving shook the whip.

Several ordinary and ordinary carriages moved forward slowly, carrying the old people who changed the Song Dynasty several times to the capital of this prosperous life.

When he could no longer see the carriage, Shangguan Yun blinked his red eyes and stepped forward, "Thank you, marquis."

With this thank you, Yang Yanzhao can roughly understand that Zhao Pu's tea is cold, and there are only a few people who come to see him off. Shangguan Yun thanked him.

"Lord Shangguan can't use it."

He came forward to hold Shangguan Yun. Even if he is now a prominent official position, the other party used to be the examiner of his imperial examination, and he was also half a master and apprentice.

The two said a few words. Yang Yanzhao turned his head and looked at Wen Zhongshu and Han Guohua, who were flashing with uneasy eyes. "Brother Bingyang, brother Guangbi."

Maybe they didn't expect Yang Yanzhao to greet them. The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then saluted, "I've seen the marquis."

"No, Brother Bingyang, Brother Guangbi."

Yang Yanzhao's words still have the gentleness of the past, which makes Wen Zhongshu and Han Guohua even more guilty. At the beginning, the two abandoned everyone for glory and wealth, and even Li Zhishen was not rescued in prison.

For a moment, my heart surged, and I didn't know what to say.

Yang Yanzhao smiled and hammered the two people's shoulders, "If you have time, you and I will have a good talk. I'll go first. I still need to take care of the ventilation at home."

After saying that, he got on the horse, saluted Shangguan Yun, and hurried away.

The 'Wenwuhou' mansion was the previous residence of Shang Shulang. After a few days of reconstruction by the Ministry of Industry, it finally became the level of the Hou Mansion. Now, it is full of white funerals.

This is what was arranged for the exhaust. Originally, Zhao Dezhao wanted Yang Yanzhao to do this in the previous courtyard, and it did not destroy the celebration of the Hou Mansion. However, he couldn't help his persistence. Fortunately, he made Pai Feng the title of Princess Yingyun as Chai Qingyun's righteous sister.

Such a great honor is also a compensation for the little girl.

It is Zhao Dezhao's imperial edict, and the Hou Mansion is also much more lively. Those who have never met on weekdays even sent people to express their condolences in person. Their faces are full of sadness, as if they are close relatives.

Today, Peng Yan came to mourn. Yang Yanzhao also learned from him that Zhao Pu had left and immediately chased him out. Yang Yanzhao still had a lot of admiration for the prime minister who had tried to win him up.

A generation of powerful ministers, in order to repay the kindness of the encounter, endured humiliation and bear heavy burdens for so many years. After the wish is fulfilled, the rapids will retreat bravely and do not take away a little bit. What a high and bright festival it is.

I couldn't help sighing. I went all the way back to the city and got off the horse. I was about to enter the house, but I saw Zhang Qian coming out with Xiang Minzhong.

I haven't seen him for a few days. Xiang Minzhong looks more sick than before. He is so angry that he keeps coughing, as if he is about to fall to the ground while walking.

Hearing the sound of horses' hoofs, Xiang Minzhong, who was saying goodbye to Zhang Qian, raised his head and saw Yang Yanzhao jumping off the horse, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his pale face.

"Marquis."

"Brother Chang, your body..."

Yang Yanzhao stepped forward and looked at Xiang Minzhong, who was coughing violently. He couldn't help but feel unbearable. As soon as Zhao Tingmei died, Xiang Minzhong, who followed him, naturally had to be held accountable. Fortunately, Yang Yanzhao came forward and survived.

"It's okay. It's all old problems. Marquis, Xiang Changzhi came to say goodbye. Previously, you were not here, and you said it to Qiu Bai. Now that the marquis is back, you can just say it in person."

With that, Xiang Minzhong bent over and saluted Yang Yanzhao, "Thank you for your rescue. Thank you for your great kindness. I also saw through this Bianliang Jingshi. This time, I will go back to the college and be an idle scholar."

Is Xiang Minzhong going to leave too?

Hearing this sentence, Yang Yanzhao only sighed secretly. In the official competition, he won the king and lost the bandits. Under the displeaise, he left sadly, and there has been no shortage since ancient times.

And his body and bones are indeed not suitable for intrigue and fighting in the officialdom. It will only increase the painstaking efforts. It's better to retreat from the mountains and forests to recuperate.

For some reason, Yang Yanzhao didn't know what to say, so he had to take care, and then looked at the carriage slowly walking to one side by Xiang Minzhong and disappeared at the end of the street.

"Alas, unconsciously, they all left."

Thinking of the fact that the six people first entered Bianliang and were full of pride, but now, things are wrong, Yang Yanzhao can't help sighing.

Hearing this, Zhang Qian sighed deeply, "Brother Yan Zhao said yes, even Brother Yuan Pei has no heart for fame and wants to resign and go back to his hometown."

Li Zhi also wants to leave?

Yang Yanzhao was suddenly shocked. He immediately pulled out his legs and walked to the house. When he stayed in the garden, he saw Li Zhi sitting brightly in front of the courtyard, with a dull look on his face.

"Brother Yuanpei."

He stepped forward and whispered. The latter came to his senses, saw that it was Yang Yanzhao, and turned his head to look at the flowers in front of him.

Sitting on Li Zhi's side, Yang Yanzhao whispered, "I heard that you are leaving too?"

After nodding, Li Zhihao answered after a while, "Brother Yanzhao, I also understand the disaster of this prison. Li Yuanpei is not suitable for this officialdom at all. In the final analysis, I'm just an unobstructed scholar, and I can't be an official."

Yang Yanzhao was silent. Indeed, Li Zhi's nature was free and carefree, and he had no scheming. The court was like a sauce jar, which was not suitable for him.

This time, he passed by the ghost gate, which was probably to let him see something clearly. Maybe leaving is the best choice.

After a moment of silence, Yang Yanzhao raised his head to the sky in the clear sky bowl, "What's your plan, Brother Yuanpei?"

Reaching out his hand to straighten his hair mixed with silky white hair, Li Zhiyou said, "I have agreed with Jinxi that he will take my parents to southern Fujian for me. In the future, I want to be there, see the ups and downs of Jinxi and listen to the folk songs."

It's to go to southern Fujian. Fortunately, Yang Yanzhao was relieved. With Li Zhi's talent, he went to southern Fujian.

After all, that's where Yang Yanzhao is.

It was just for a while. Hearing that his old friends had left one after another, he was still in a very bad mood. He resisted the feeling of depression, and Yang Yanzhao stopped talking.

At the same time, in front of Bianliang City, the armor was heavily guarded, which made the people afraid to walk and panicked, but they didn't know why.

Finally, the sound of the coaxed horse's hoofs came, and he saw hundreds of horses coming. When he was in front of him, he saw clearly the golden face and purple clothes, but Zhao Defang, the king of Hui, came to Beijing.