Chapter 369 Enko

Zhao Defang went to Beijing, and Yang Yanzhao didn't see it until the next morning.

Still elegant, gentle and elegant, standing at the head of the courtiers, indescribably glorious and rich.

This is also true. Zhao Dezhao ascended the throne. With his deep brotherhood, he was very powerful. From the fallen prince who was far away from home to the king of power, he became the arrogant prince in power.

There are too many enviable things.

It's just how many people can know the danger and sadness after such envy? At least Zhao Defang, who has a smile on his face, will not find anyone to say that those who have suppressed his brothers also do not exist.

After the turbulent and shocking waves, there is only light wind and light clouds left.

There is nothing unusual about the court meeting. It is nothing more than talking about people's livelihood in various places. Generally speaking about what the new emperor likes, where is the auspicious appearance and so on.

Finally, everyone thought that when the dynasty was scattered, Zhao Dezhao put forward that he wanted to open Enke. Such things were really unexpected and thought about it carefully, but it was reasonable.

The new emperor ascended the throne, beneed the world, opened a scholar, and accepted talented people as the sons of heaven. This is one of the most effective ways to consolidate the foundation.

Therefore, when I heard this sentence, it was nothing more than those ministers who looked shocked. After all, the spring hall examination had just ended, and it seemed that there had never been a person who did the imperial examination again, but the heads of all departments did not say anything, so they had to swallow the words into their stomachs.

After all, how much can it affect them?

In this way, the imperial examination at the beginning of the new year begins again. All state governments can go to Beijing to participate in the Enke in June.

"In this way, there are many new people in the Song Dynasty, which is the blessing of my Song Dynasty. Congratulations!"

Seeing that no one objected, Zhao Dezhao was also complacent because he came up with this idea. With joy, he looked at Zhao Defang with a smile on his face. "This man of kindness will be handled by King Hui, with the assistance of Marquis Wen and Wu. This matter is related to our country. You two can't be wrong."

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao, who had been lowering his head and closing his eyes, raised his head slightly and happened to see the eyes of Lu Duoxun and others looking back in front of him.

It seems to have a meaningful taste.

With this vision, Yang Yanzhao understood that he had to add fame to the king of Hui who came to Beijing. Although he was reluctant, he could not choose.

"I will obey the will of the officials."

Leaning down to salute, Yang Jing said in a low voice.

After that, it was naturally the scene of kings and ministers having fun together. In the early morning, Yang Yanzhao was about to leave, but he heard someone calling him behind him. Looking back, he saw Zhao Defang walking faster from afar.

"I have met the prince."

Stopping his footsteps, Yang Yanzhao bent down and saluted. Zhao Defang stepped forward quickly and helped him. "How can Yanzhao be so polite? I can have today, thanks to Yan Zhao's help. Think about it carefully, Yan Zhao is really a blessing for the official and the king!"

With emotion, Zhao Defang couldn't help thinking of his first acquaintance with Yang Yanzhao in the alley. At that time, if it hadn't been for the help of the other party, how could he have lived?

Zhao Defang also heard a little about the reason why he was able to return to Beijing today. He knew Yang Yanzhao's credit, but there were a lot of trivial things in the capital these days, or the funeral at Yang Yanzhao's family was gone and he couldn't go to court, so he couldn't have a good talk with him.

When he saw Yang Yanzhao in the early morning today, Zhao Defang certainly wanted to call him and say something to enhance his friendship.

"Yan Zhao, I haven't taken the time to come to your house these days when I returned to Beijing. It's really wrong. I've also heard about the exhaustion. It's just a pity..."

Listening to Zhao Defang's talk about exhausting the wind, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but be a little moved, and his heart was sad again. The latter may also be aware of it and quickly smiled and changed his words. "The official opened Enke this time, but I was frightened and unable to do it. Everything needs to rely on Yan Zhao. I hope you can help more."

The words are more and more gentle, but it makes people feel more and more alienated. Is this in his position and being a person?

In the end, Yang Yanzhao doesn't like Zhao Defang like this. If he can choose, he is willing to make friends with the fallen prince who held a paper fan and loved to laugh.

At least that's how you can make friends.

He sighed a little secretly. Yang Yanzhao smiled and shook his head repeatedly and said, "What did the prince say? What can Yang Jing and He De be trusted by the officials? He should do his best to help the prince do a good job of Enke in order to revitalize the Song Dynasty."

"With Yan Zhao's words, I will be relieved. With your reputation in Shilin, I think you will soon attract countless talents."

Zhao Defang squinted with a smile, but what he said scared Yang Yanzhao. At this moment, the two of them are still outside the Zichen Hall, only a few feet away from the land in the early morning, and there are also inner palace guards on the left and right. Isn't this sentence to make Yang Yanzhao sit on a mysterious charge?

In fear, Yang Yanzhao hurriedly bent down and saluted, "The prince can't use it. Don't say that. Yang Jing can't afford it. The officials recruit talents, and the prince will definitely be able to attract all the learned people. It will be a good story in the future."

Hearing this, Zhao Defang smiled again, "Yan Zhao, you are always so humble, which is really admirable."

Since they are not honest, the conversation between the two naturally can't be deep. After a few words of planning for Enko, they left separately.

After parting with Zhao Defang, Yang Yanzhao walked to the north of the palace, which was the old pavilion of the side hall. Zhao Yuanzuo was seriously injured and could not go anywhere else. However, Linhua Palace was also the palace where the crown prince was waiting for. Therefore, Zhao Dezhao asked someone to send him there and sent an old imperial doctor with two eyes and deaf ears to guard it, which was also regarded as benevolence and righteous.

Forbid, Chai Qingyun had unbearance in his heart. He took Luo's daughter to the palace every day to check Zhao Yuanzuo's injury and change some soup. Otherwise, this bitter royal legacy would be killed in the old courtyard of the palace.

'Fengqing Hall', the short pavilion is as cold as the name. There are also several guards of the forbidden army outside the hall, who are just taking care of the Zhao Yuanzuo brothers.

Yang Yanzhao often came, and in addition to his current status, these soldiers did not dare to stop him. When he entered the palace, he smelled a pungent smell of herbs.

"Marquis."

Xia Yu, who was cooking soup in the small courtyard in front of the hall, hurriedly asked to salute, but he stretched out his hand to stop it. The latter's face was haggard, his eyes were red, and he was about to shed tears.

The servants in the palace are all with the master's glory. Now that Zhao Yuanzuo has lost power, his personal eunuch has also fallen.

Although it is difficult to adapt to the world, there is no other way. At this moment, only Yang Yanzhao is still close to them, so Xia Yu is grateful and tears are unbearable.

"The father-in-law does not need to be like this. Is the king of Jingnan better?"

The king of Jingnan, Zhao Dezhao accepted Yang Yanzhao's suggestion, sent Zhao Yuanzuo as the governor of Fujian Road, and made him the king of Jingnan, while Zhao Heng was the king of Guangping.

Both of them are princes with a false reputation.

"Miss Luo and the princess have come before, and the prince's injury is getting better and better. Miss Luo said that she may wake up in two or three days."

"That's good."

Nodding his head, Yang Yanzhao walked to the hall. In the front hall, two white-haired old imperial doctors were sitting on a low stool, spilling all the sunlight in the room and taking a nap. Even if he walked in, he could not notice it.

This old-fashioned dragon clock.

He sighed secretly, and Yang Yanzhao walked to the hall again. Zhao Heng, who was guarding on the bed, heard the noise. He turned around and saw that he was coming, and his red and swollen eyes showed a trace of brightness.

"Yang Shi."

The words are full of haggardness, which is not in line with his young age. In the past few days, Zhao Heng has also completely understood what happened. Now he is left with Zhao Yuanzuo, who is unconscious in bed, and Yang Yanzhao, who gives him the most support.

Obviously, he still doesn't know the relationship between Yang Yanzhao and Gong Yu.

If possible, I hope he will never know.

Yang Yanzhao thought silently in his heart. He stepped forward and checked Zhao Yuanzuo's injury. He found that his breath was more stable than the day before yesterday. He immediately understood that Xia Yu was right. In a few days, he would wake up.

After a few words to Zhao Heng, Yang Yanzhao left. He didn't want to ask about the right and wrong of the Zhao brothers, but there are always key weaknesses that people can't cross. Yang Yanzhao can't get rid of the sincere and relative friendship.

At the beginning, these two were noble princes, running for him, and even almost suffered from prison. Now, he has become a person under the knife. How can he sit back and ignore it?

This chaotic court is really annoying, but he is now a person in the bureau. How can he be so simple to leave?

Now, as the youngest marquis in the Song Dynasty, those who are in a high position have their own worries. Yang Yanzhao has been thinking about everything that has not been issued, and he dares not make mistakes, so as not to lose the handle and talk to others.

I'm really panicked.

Under the distress, Yang Yanzhao got into the carriage outside the palace. Xiao Muchun, who was waiting, put down the curtain, pulled the reins, and rushed to the Hou Mansion.

In the carriage, Yang Yanzhao opened the curtains and looked at the street in the distance. The young man in blue with a book and a smiling face couldn't help sighing with envy.

"It's really a good time for teenagers!"

Hearing this sigh, Xiao Muchun, who was about to wave the whip, only felt full of pity. His hand stopped in mid-air and looked up. The scholar was also a weak year, which was better than Yang Yanzhao.

The prince is hiding bitterness in his heart!

Think about it carefully, what has happened over the years is a matter of life and death, and I almost lost my life. If it weren't for this, the prince would be like these scholars, drinking and talking and laughing all day long. How happy would it be?

Nowadays, officials are getting bigger and bigger, but there is no longer the color of laughter in the past. Is this sad or happy? Xiao Muchun really can't tell.

Alas...

Lamenting, the whip in Xiao Muchun's hand could not fall down. For a moment, his heart was full of mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.

"Brother Xiao, go to the 'Chongwen Museum'."

For a long time, Yang Yanzhao said this. Xiao Muchun hesitated for a moment, answered with a buzzing voice, and waved his whip to the holy place of the scholars that day.