Chapter 370 Kou Pingzhong

Outside the 'Chongwen Museum', the carriage slowly stopped. Although the college has only been built for a few years, it has long been famous and has become an indeible existence in the hearts of scholars.

And the person who built it with one hand has experienced life and death several times in this year, which is the opportunity to stand here. Thinking of this, not only Yang Yanzhao, but also Xiao Muchun, who is driving, is very sad.

Because Zhao Guangyi is sympathetic to scholars all over the world, the 'Chongwen Hall' is open to people with meritorious people. At this moment, the Spring Festival is not over the end of the month. Whether it is the title or the person who fails, or because of waiting for the dispatch of the official department, or the long way, it has not yet dispersed, so the 'Chongwen Hall' has become a good place.

After changing his casual clothes put on the carriage, Yang Yanzhao got out of the car. He thought that it was the reason for his white hair and attracted a lot of attention, but there were not many people who knew him. In addition, it was not uncommon for people to have won the imperial examination in the year of Huajia. It was not surprising, so he did not care too much about Yang Yanzhao, and he was still talking in groups.

Passing through them, they probably heard what they were talking about. Unexpectedly, the news spread so fast. As soon as the official mentioned Kai Enke in the morning, it had spread among the scholars at this moment.

Cross the stone steps and enter the museum. In the spring season of April, the flowers and plants are luxuriant. On the lawn, many people sit on the ground, holding scripture scrolls, shaking their heads and reading, which is still comfortable.

On the edge of the fountain, the newcomer is amazed, looking at this ingenious thing, while the old man beside him can't touch the structure of the fountain by the door, making up a paragraph randomly, which also makes people who don't know the truth listen to praise.

For this, Yang Yanzhao just shook his head and smiled, and his heart was inexplicably relieved. It seemed that he hadn't felt this way for a long time.

He circled up the stairs along the edge of the attic and looked at the many hard-working people in the library, and then he left with a smile.

This scene seems to have appeared a long time ago, but now it seems that it makes him feel strange and familiar for a long time.

While walking, he heard a whisper in his ear, "We have to tell Brother Yu Pingzhong the good news, so that he doesn't have to study the scriptures in the library like this."

"That's right. With the talent of Brother Ping Zhong, it is not difficult for the title of the Golden List."

While talking, I saw several cloth students hurried away, thinking that they wanted to tell others about Kaienko.

It's just that I don't know who he is, like a very knowledgeable person.

Just as Yang Yanzhao wanted to follow him to see what was going on, a low voice came from his ear, "You don't know the rules. What are you doing standing at the door!"

He raised his head and saw a green robe coming towards him, and Yang Yanzhao happened to stand at the door at this moment, but the door was a foot wide enough for several people to walk in parallel, but he stopped there and scolded him with dissatisfaction.

Hearing this sentence, Yang Yanzhao frowned, and Xiao Muchun behind him stepped forward with an arrow and raised him.

"Bold..."

"Put him in the mouth!"

Before the official said anything, he was covered by Xiao Muchun's big hand. He could only squeak and dance his hands and feet, but the sound had come, which naturally attracted the attention of many people.

These government officials usually dom their best. Although they dare not bully the scholars, they are extremely arrogant, which makes people angry. Therefore, when they see someone punishing them, they are also happy to see it.

It's just that the other party is working in the court after all. This movement immediately shocked the guards in the hall. I'm afraid that this white-haired person will have a reckless disaster.

He sighed secretly in his heart. Through the paper window, these readers looked at Yang Yanzhao with his back to them with some sympathy.

After a while, I listened to the sound. Soon, a row of armored men rushed over. It seemed that they hadn't seen the people who had trouble for a long time. They rubbed their hands, raised their knives and spears, wanted to join in the fun, and also killed these people who could only use their mouths. They were arrogant scholars all day long.

"Who is the blind fooling around in places like this!"

With a low shout, he was full of anger, which made the peeping scholars bow their heads one after another. The leading little school couldn't help but feel a little happy. Staying in this nerd all day long, he had been panicked for a long time, but the court attached importance to it, and he could only swallow his anger here.

Therefore, when I heard such things today, I was immediately interested. I threw the sprinkler in my hand aside and came with a sword.

"That's them!"

The official was thrown aside by Xiao Muchun. When he saw someone coming, he immediately pointed to him and shouted with Yang Yanzhao.

Hearing this, the lieutenant wanted to come forward, but he saw that Xiao Muchun was like an iron tower, and he was murderous all over. He immediately understood that he had encountered a hard stubble. He couldn't help swallowing and spitting, and his heart retreated.

In the land of the capital, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There are countless rich and noble people like crucian carp crossing the river. This person in front of him must have killed many people.

"What happened?"

At this moment, the old man in a cyan robe came from afar. He was accompanied by several young descendants. Obviously, they couldn't bear to see Yang Yanzhao being bullied and invited the person who could speak well in the 'Chongwen Museum'.

When he encountered these things, it was really not what Yang Yanzhao wanted to see. He destroyed the peaceful atmosphere and stared at the hall service that began to become ostentatious. "You don't have to come here."

After saying this sentence, he had to leave straight away. The official was stunned for a moment, but suddenly laughed, "Who do you think you are, you white-haired man? You are so arrogant. I'm the ninth grade..."

"Marquis, I've met the marquis!"

He can't go on with the following words, because the compilation he came here is much higher than his, and more importantly, he called the white-haired man a marquis.

In the Song Dynasty, only one person could have such a title.

Marquis Wenwu, Lord Yang, who is the same deputy minister.

The official's face was pale and he sat on the ground. The colonel who led the army was glad that he had nothing to do. He hurriedly saluted Yang Yanzhao and called his subordinates to drag the service out.

At this time, Yang Yanzhao also recognized the person who called him. It was not that he was in the old compilation in the library when he was in the Hanlin Academy. At the auction, he also sold the lost copy of the 'Shangshu' with him.

"How are you doing, my lord?"

When he met an acquaintance, Yang Yanzhao naturally couldn't leave. He stepped forward and talked to him well, which scared the old man to bend over. Fortunately, after a period of persuasion, he was less formal.

The two walked to the corridor outside the house, and Yang Yanzhao's identity had spread, and countless scholars poured out to see his face.

After all, in the eyes of the world, he has become a great legend.

Since this is the case, he will inevitably have to say a few words, which is nothing more than thanking the official Shengming, the court for taking the sages, Enke is coming, and you and so on.

Although it was a bright word, Yang Yanzhao said it and felt that there was a different flavor. For a while, it was more approachable, which also made many scholars excited and wanted to show their ambitions again and seize the head of Enke.

After a while, it took a while to disperse. Yang Yanzhao happened to see the people who had spoken before, with a proud face full of ambition. He couldn't help thinking of the person they said before. He couldn't help whispering and asking the old man around him, "Your Excellency, do you know who is called Pingzhong?"

Hearing the words, the old editor sighed deeply, "Go back to the marquis, this Kou Pingzhong's name is Kou Zhun. He is a descendant of Huazhou. He is talented, but he has a strong temperament. Not long ago, he fell off the list and took root in this 'Chongwen Hall'. He came as soon as it opened every day. He closed the library and studied hard."

It turned out to be Kou Zhun!

Hearing this name, Yang Yanzhao secretly smacked his tongue and forgot the advantages of the uncertain prophet. He remembered a lot of those talented people, and when he was attracted to his command one by one.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help complaining that he didn't start earlier. It seems that at this time, he also forgot that he had been tired of running around to save his life, and there was no leisure to make friends with famous celebrities in the future.

There was a little joy in his heart. Yang Yanzhao interrupted the old words, "Since I am a talented person, I want to see you, and I have to bother the old master to lead the way for me."

After walking for a while, I just stopped by a lounge. Before I approached, I heard a voice of regret, "Ping Zhong, why don't you go and have a look? That's Wen Wu Hou, the amazing Yang. Don't you always admire it?"

"Yes, yes, yes, you haven't seen it. The marquis is so kind, and he doesn't look like a compelling airs at all. It's really rare."

......

After the undetermined words with joy, I heard a calm voice, "Don't live here. The marquis is very happy, but if I don't want to make progress, I just admire it here, and forget to work hard. When can I talk to the marquis?"

With that, he smiled and said, "So, it's better to read a few more books while it's early, and take advantage of the grace of the official family to fight against the dragon and tiger list."

It's very rational and heroic. No wonder he is a hero.

Step forward, Yang Yanzhao walked into the room and saw three people around a wooden table. Two of them stood with a smile on their faces, and the other thin man sat at the table.

This man is similar in age to him. He is wearing a gray cloth gown, holding a scroll in one hand and a pen in the other. Next to him is a pile of books and a broken inkstone. A few cooking cakes and a water bag are not far from the inkstone.

Obviously, this has become the place where he has been staying for a long time.

"Marquis!"

The two people standing had just seen Yang Yanzhao and immediately exhaled. Maybe they were too nervous and were stunned there.

"The grass people have seen the marquis."

However, Kou Zhun's heart was very good. After being a little stunned, he hurriedly got up and bent down to salute Yang Yanzhao.

"There is no need for such courtesy."

Yang Yanzhao made a false support with a smile, "After the 'Chongwen Museum' was built, I was busy with his affairs. Today, I had spare time, so I came to have a look. I happened to pass by. Hearing your words, I couldn't help coming in."

This was originally a joke, but when he heard Kou Zhun's ears, his face changed greatly, and he was busy and saluted, "The grass people's mouth is open and nonsense. The marquis can't be serious. I hope the marquis won't blame him."

Seeing him like this, Yang Yanzhao smiled again. At this time, a generation of celebrities was just a calf who had not entered the official career, which was also a little emotional.

I wanted to make friends, but it was also inconvenient to think about my current identity and participate in Enke soon after.

In order not to let Kou Zhun feel panic, Yang Yanzhao shook his head with a smile and walked out. "The edge of the sword comes from grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. I hope you will be more diligent."

After saying that, the three people with solemn faces left lightly.