Chapter 88 Arriving in the Capital
After getting out of the city gate, the drivers of the car dealership also ordered: "Masters, our speed will be very fast later, please don't call to stop, and don't throw food to them, otherwise we may not be able to get out, wait It will be fine after this period."
Zhou Yi and Zhao Yuwen nodded naturally.
Zhou Yi and Zhao Yuwen each took the book boy into a carriage. After sitting down, the coachman whipped his whip violently, and the carriage roared like an arrow off the string and rushed forward.
"Master, this... this is too fast." Due to the inertia, both Zhou Yi and Qingzhu leaned back suddenly, and Qingzhu's head hit the carriage, and he grinned in pain.
"Didn't you listen to the coachman? If you don't walk faster, you won't be able to get out." Zhou Yi was hit on the back of the head just now.
"Then why wasn't it like this when I was fleeing famine before, we all went to pick up the bark on the mountain to eat." Qing Zhu recalled that time, with deep fear in his eyes.
Strip bark? One or two days is fine, but can it be done every day? Besides, the mountain is also under the jurisdiction of various prefectures, and it is an important property of the local villagers. How could those people allow the refugees to strip the mountain away.
Zhou Yi will lift the curtain of the car and see a scene that he will never forget. Both sides of the official road outside the city gate were full of refugees lying like piles of dead bodies. Some people were already infected with the disease, but they could not receive medical treatment and had no sanitary conditions. . People with a little strength will catch these mosquitoes, and immediately stuff one into their mouths.
When the carriage got on the official road, Zhou Yi could clearly feel the green light in the eyes of the refugees on both sides looking at their carriage, which was an extreme desire for food.
They opened their hands, stared at the official road and wanted to climb towards the carriage, but because they had no strength, their bodies could only squirm in place, like zombies.
Zhou Yi suddenly lowered the car curtain as if his hand had been scalded. He thought, he saw the purgatory on earth.
Ten miles along the road, all such scenes.
Zhou Yi closed his eyes and forced himself not to look or think.
The carriage set off early in the morning, and when the sun went down, it finally arrived at the heart of the Dayue Dynasty—the capital, the imperial city of Beiping, which had the same name as the capital in another world for a certain period of time.
The capital is located on the largest plain in the Dayue Dynasty, bordering Yuanping in the east and Taiyuan in the west, and backed by the Hengyuan Mountains, a large natural barrier, directly blocking the way for nomads to go south. Standing outside the gate of the capital city, Zhou Yi only felt that the whole city was like an ancient monster lying in front of him. The stretching and towering city wall was magnificent and majestic. The moat stretching outside the city wall was no less than 100 meters wide. It was also built by the order of Taizu, the founding father of Dai Viet. The founding ancestor of the country was really a generation of pride, but it is a pity that his descendants did not live up to their expectations and managed the great country into such a state. Horse-drawn carriages flocked outside the city, and pedestrians rubbed shoulders. As expected of the people who lived at the foot of the imperial city, these people looked at foreigners with arrogance, and they were bathed in the grace of the emperor. The bumpkins in other places are "noble". "What, aren't you from the capital? What's the big deal!" Seeing the haughty expressions of these people from the capital, Qingzhu couldn't help muttering. Zhao Yuwen said: "These people are like this, and they look down on foreigners more or less." Zhou Yi nodded to understand, regional discrimination, he understands. "Masters, we are going to turn back here." After Zhou Yi and his party got off the carriage, the coachman said to them. "Thank you, I've been busy all the way." If these drivers hadn't been experienced, I'm afraid they might not have gotten out of Yuanping Mansion. Zhou Yi said that he was grateful to them, but he was sincere. "No, no, that's what we do, so we don't deserve to be thanked by the master." It was probably the first time that the coachman heard that customers would thank them, and rubbed his hands in embarrassment. Zhou Yi signaled Qingzhu to give each of the two coachmen a tael of silver, and they almost knelt down to Zhou Yi. "Master, you are kind-hearted." Qingzhu said with emotion after watching the carriage leave. "That's right, young master, if I wasn't kind-hearted, why would I want you?" Zhou Yi joked.
"What, young master, don't you think I'm capable so you want me?" Qingzhu was struck by lightning.
"You were like a black monkey at that time, how did I know you were capable?" Zhou Yi knocked on Qingzhu's head and walked forward.
"Ah, young master, then you must continue to be kind, and I will become capable." Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly chased after Zhou Yi and said.
Chang Ping, Zhao Yuwen's servant, said: "Young Master Zhou is really interesting." On the road, he always had the leisure to tease Qingzhu, but that little fool was so accurate.
Zhao Yuwen shook his head with a smile. Although he and Zhou Yi were both friends and relatives, he still couldn't see through Zhou Yi.
I don't know if it's like this every day, or it's a special day. There are so many people entering the city that they waited for a long time before reaching the gate of the city. When it was Zhou Yi and the others' turn, Zhou Yi and Zhao Yuwen took out the juren documents as usual. Juren was already a scholar-official class, and they always received some preferential treatment at this time in the past.
But this time, the guards guarding the city did not show any special expression, but they did not check their packages as carefully as others. After checking their packages, they directly reached out to ask for money: "Give the landing fee, ten yuan per person." Money." "What, isn't the landing fee paid by those who go to the city to do business? We came to Beijing to rush for the exam, so why should we pay it?" Maybe it was because he was able to receive preferential treatment elsewhere because of his status as a juror, Zhao Yuwen was extremely astonished Yes, couldn't help but said. "It's amazing to be a man. As long as you land on the boundary of the capital, you have to pay a landing fee. If you don't pay it, you don't have to enter the city." The officer said impatiently. "You..." Zhao Yuwen was impatient and wanted to defend himself. Zhou Yi grabbed her and said, "Brother-in-law, is it just ten Wen? Just pay it." They must have something to rely on when they are asking for money in front of so many people. It's good to have a conflict. "The four of you, that's forty renminbi, and these parcels, you bring so many things, you're going to sell them in the city, you have to pay lijin." The guard said again.
"What, these are just a few changes of laundry. We are juren rushing for the exam. What business do we do?" Zhao Yuwen's nose was twisted with anger.
Zhou Yi stopped Zhao Yuwen, the smile on his face remained unchanged, "Then how much do we have to pay, brother?"
Hearing Zhou Yi's question, the officer snorted, showing an expression of knowing you're a kid." Half a tael of silver."
Zhou Yi didn't even move his eyebrows, and directly signaled Qingzhu to give the money.
After they entered the city, the guard yelled at Zhao Yuwen's back, "What is it? It's just a small juren, and he really thinks of himself as some kind of big shot!" At the root of the city, if a brick falls, maybe the person whose head is covered is a second-rank official or a relative of the emperor. Anyone who begs under the city wall may have a close relationship with a certain big shot! Besides, their immediate boss is a member of Yang Shoufu, and most of the money will fall into Yang Shoufu's pocket. With such a deep and leafy tree on his back, although he is just a small dog's leg, but for the two small Juren But they can't see it.
"Damn it, what's the difference between this and Ming Qiang in broad daylight?" Zhao Yuwen was still aggrieved after walking for a long time.
"Brother-in-law, when you rushed for the exam last time, they didn't ask you for any landing fees?" Zhou Yi asked with a frown.
"No, last time they only charged landing fees from businessmen." Zhao Yuwen said.
Zhou Yi sighed when he heard the words, and did not speak again.
This time they came early, and it was only October, and there were still some days before the Spring Festival in February. Most of the inns in the city were empty, and it was easy to find a big inn.
Knowing that they were coming to Beijing to rush for the exam, the shopkeeper specially arranged them in a quiet courtyard, "This is a treasured place of geomantic omen. During the last exam, there were six people living in this courtyard, and two of them were I passed the exam, thanks to you guys coming early, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to get in." Zhou Yi didn’t know if this was just the shopkeeper’s bragging, but if it was true, then the probability was really high.
There are about 2,000 applicants participating in the general examination each time in the Dayue Dynasty, and the middle Jinshi includes the first and second grades of Jinshi and the second and third grades of Jinshi, and the total number of candidates admitted is only about 200 people.
The ratio of one out of ten seems to be higher than the probability of the provincial examination, but you must know that those who can participate in the examination are fierce people, not to mention all of them have brilliant pens and beautiful articles, but they are indeed the best among scholars. In the exam group, if you don't have any outstanding features, it is indeed more difficult to stand out than reach the sky.
Zhou Yi and Zhao Yuwen were quite satisfied after looking at the courtyard. This courtyard is built in the pattern of wing rooms, with three sides in total, and two rooms on each side. The room layout is large, and each room has a large room and a small room. It must be considering the residence of the book boy. After all, such a small room can be afforded. Hospital, the family is definitely not short of money.
Zhou Yi and Zhao Yuwen happily paid the rent for five months. After all, they still had to wait for the announcement of the exam after the exam, which would take some time.
Qingzhu looked at the fifty taels of silver that was spent, and his heart twitched: "Master, this house is too expensive, why don't I go to live in Datongpu." The room fee is really beyond his heart to bear.
He dragged the package into the room, looked it up and down, and said, "It's just a little more spacious, isn't this a money grab!"
Zhou Yi sat down and shook his head: "You go to live in the Datong shop, and you have to pay extra for my young master." Yinzi, are you sure this is saving me money?" Although the size of the yard is good, it certainly wouldn't cost so much money in normal times. But isn't this a special period? When the market is in short supply, how can merchants who are smarter than a dog's nose not raise their prices. You don't live and some people live.
A quiet environment before the exam is extremely important, and he is not short of money, so why should he wrong himself.
Qing Zhu suddenly said: "Why didn't I think of that."
After a day's carriage ride, Zhou Yi felt a little tired, so he ordered Qing Zhu to ask Xiao Er to fetch bath water. After taking a bath, he was refreshed,
and Zhao Yuwen came to ask him to have dinner after a while. After eating, they were all sleepy, so they took a rest early.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt extra refreshed. From this day on, Zhou Yi began to sharpen his guns before the exam. He got up early in the morning to review his books, and in the afternoon to do essays. If he had time in the evening, he would go for a walk with Zhao Yuwen. Bingzhu reads until late at night, most of the time it is Zhou Yi who takes Qingzhu out for a walk around.
The number of candidates who came to rush for the exam gradually increased, and a month later, the six rooms in the small courtyard where Zhou Yi and the others lived were all full of people.
But everyone was very nervous preparing for the exam, few people came out, Zhou Yi was the one who went out of the room the most times. What Zhou Yi has always believed in is planned reading, and the rhythm pays attention to relaxation and relaxation. Only a clear mind can ensure that the knife is sharpened and the firewood is cut by mistake.
However, other people also passed the exam step by step, and their reading experience may not be worse than his. So when he saw Zhao Yuwen studying hard with his books every night, he didn't bother him. In the twelfth lunar month, the entire inn was full of people, and it gradually became lively. These days, the emphasis is on the gentleman's words and not his hands, and a scholar is actually no quieter than a duck. Especially for three meals a day, when everyone gathers to eat in the hall, it is like a vegetable market. Noisy, there is a word called scholarly spirit, although it is somewhat generalized, but most scholars have a certain degree of conflict. When they get together, no one is convinced, and everyone thinks that Lao Tzu is number one in the world. Why do you say that my writing is not as good as yours? Grass, do you have eyes? Being elegant is blind! Today was no exception, Zhou Yi and Zhao Yuwen were sitting in the lobby, listening to the red faces of the students around them arguing over an issue. Zhao Yuwen shook his head, "Let's eat in the room from now on, it's too noisy here!" Zhou Yi listened with great interest, "Why, brother-in-law doesn't like to listen? Isn't it interesting?" " You think it's interesting?" Zhao Yuwen asked. Zhou Yi nodded: "Interesting, listen to what they said." He pointed to the two people at the next table.
Only one person said: "The old thief Yang is now covering the sky with one hand in the court, causing the government and the people to be depressed, the people's voice is difficult, and the people are full of complaints. ..." It means that those people in the court, Yang Shoufu and the officials are all hot chickens, and the world is waiting for him, the savior Ultraman, to come.
"How can you say that about Yang Shoufu? Yang Shoufu is devoted to the people of Da Viet. He is a good official for the country and the people. How can you allow your wanton slander!" This was heard by the people at the other table, and one person stood up abruptly. Get up, Dayi said solemnly.
His voice was a bit loud, and the originally noisy hall was instantly quieted down by his yelling, and the eyes that looked at this man seemed to be looking at a mentally retarded person.
As for Yang Zhiwen's official reputation, you can just ask the people of the Dayue Dynasty. Since he became the chief minister, he has levied countless miscellaneous taxes. Most of the officials are his party members, and the court has almost become the Yang family name. A large number of people lost their land and became refugees. Everyone who talked about him just spit out his saliva and wanted to eat his flesh. Of course, Emperor Chongzheng couldn't please him every time he scolded Yang Zhiwen. Forming a group to make a debut is called being a gangster. Of course, this is what Zhou Yi summed up, but Emperor Chongzheng and Yang Zhiwen really didn't like the people of Da Viet. After all, the people's life is hard, and the first ones to blame are naturally the leaders.
The impression of the people of the Dayue Dynasty on Emperor Chongzheng: Bah, a faint king, and the impression of the chief assistant Yang Zhiwen: Bah, a dog official.
Among the scholars, scolding Yang Zhiwen seems to have become popular. If everyone doesn't scold him a few words, he simply loses his integrity as a scholar.
Now someone actually stands up to speak for Yang Zhiwen, this is a real warrior.
"What a sycophant, you speak so out of conscience, I am ashamed to be with him!" The translation is: Hey, you are a villain who only knows how to sycophant, I disdain to stand with you.
"That's right, scholars of my generation have integrity, how can I bow down for the powerful!" Someone echoed. The others also applauded loudly, condemning the scholar who said Yang Zhiwen was good.
"Who is slandering Yang Shoufu's reputation?" Just as everyone was making noise, a pair of officials with knives came in, and the leader said coldly after scanning the audience.
The scholars who were trying their best to support them just now shrank their heads back like chickens strangling their necks.
The entire inn instantly heard the sound of a needle falling.
"It was him, he was the one who first slandered Mr. Yang. Xiaosheng just said a word for Yang Shoufu, and these people united to denounce me." That's humane.
The scholar also had backbone, stood up and snorted: "What's the matter if you say it, he Yang Zhiwen dares to do it, but he is afraid that others will say it." Zhou Yi saw it, but he didn't know how to say that the
scholar was good. If this matter really got to Yang Zhiwen's ears, this scholar's imperial examination this year would be forgotten.
But maybe this is the integrity of the so-called scholars. A dynasty must have some people whose backbones are not bent to have hope.
"Hey, how dare you slander Yang Shoufu, he must be a spy sent by the enemy country, let me take him down." After hearing this, the official ordered someone to tie up the scholar.
"What are you doing? I am a juren. You have no right to take me. In broad daylight, you are ignoring the laws of the king."
Zhou Yi thought this guy was going to answer a classic line from a TV series: Wang Fa? Lao Tzu is Wang Fa.
However, the official was not so courageous. He just said: "You are a spy of the enemy country. Yang Shoufu worked hard for me, Da Yue. You spread rumors about Mr. Yang and slandered his reputation. Even if you kill him, what do you say to you?" Law."
"I'm a candidate for the exam, I have a clean background, you don't want to slander me..." The scholar refused to admit defeat, even though he was tied up, he still insisted.
"Take it away, take it away." The officer waved his hand and glanced at the hall again: "Keep your mouths in check. If I hear someone ruining Master Yang's reputation again, I will be punished as a spy."
All the scholars in the hall were indignant and dare not speak out, including the scholar who flattered Yang Zhiwen. He thought that these officials would just reprimand the matter at most, but he never expected that they would really dare to kidnap people.
After all, since the founding of the Dai Viet Dynasty, it has never been heard that he was convicted for his words.
The official came over and patted the scholar on the shoulder: "You are fine, your loyal Yang Shoufu will see." "
Hehe..." The scholar forced a smile.
"Bah..." After the official left, other people in the hall stood up angrily and spit at the scholar who complained one after another, everyone's face was full of disgust.
Scholars and scholar-bureaucrats have their own dignity. Now they see people of the same class being arrested just because they told the truth. They feel that Yang Zhiwen ignores all scholars, and they are very angry. If you trouble him, this scholar will naturally be hated by everyone.
Zhou Yi looked and shook his head. He didn't know how the scholar he brought would be dealt with, but it was really not wise to arrest a well-known Juren in public like this. In such a large dynasty, no matter how powerful Yang Zhiwen is, it is impossible to cover the sky with one hand, and there are always lurking political enemies.
Moreover, it was the scholar class who offended this time, not to mention scholars with fame... Preferential treatment for scholar-bureaucrats is the cornerstone of maintaining the feudal dynasty, and all scholars study desperately just to gain fame. But now, an official ignored the preferential treatment given to scholars by the courts of the past dynasties, which touched the nerves of all scholars.
If this matter is exploited by someone with a heart, it will definitely be enough for Lao Yang to drink a pot. Really, if the sky wants to destroy Lao Yang, it must first make Lao Yang crazy!
In fact, this is Zhou Yi's wrong thinking. Yang Zhiwen has grown from a poor and white dick to the chief minister who is now in power. His political wisdom is naturally great. Moreover, in order to climb to a high position in the early years, he has never suffered any kind of grievance, and he has the ability to do it himself. He also knew that he had a bad reputation and was used to being scolded by others. It would be okay to add another scholar to scold him. Anyway, if there were too many lice, it would not itch, and if there were too many debts, he would not worry.
Besides, he is now in a high position and has become an elephant. No matter how hard an ant-like scholar puts his hands on his hips, it won't affect him in the slightest.
However, the more power he has, the more people will cling to him. Some people are so stupid that even if Mr. Shoufu doesn't want him, those people will try their best to please him.
With such a bad reputation, those sycophants under his command did a great job. Isn’t there a saying called fan behavior, the idol pays the bill? Yang Zhiwen, as the spiritual idol of these mud-legged people, naturally has to bear the responsibility if something goes wrong.
Just like this incident, it was completely a stupid thing done by Yin Jingzhao to please Yang Zhiwen.
Today's scene had a huge impact on Zhao Yuwen's world view. After returning to the courtyard, he still couldn't believe it, and followed Zhou Yi into Zhou Yi's room: "Zhou Yi, how dare they take away a famous man so easily?" Juren, don’t tell me Yang Zhiwen doesn’t want to be famous, can he stop the mouths of scholars all over the world with his actions?”
Zhou Yi was silent, he really couldn’t think of why Yang Zhiwen would do this. Although it is said that if a scholar rebels, it will not be successful in ten years, but if he offends all the scholars, I am afraid it will not be so easy.
But then again, when the power reaches a certain level, it is indeed possible to reverse black and white, otherwise how did the idiom of turning a deer into a horse come from!
If these scholars are not united, they will be like a mess of loose sand, and indeed they will not be able to achieve great things.
"Brother-in-law, you can study at ease, and don't get involved in these things." Zhou Yi had no choice but to pat Zhao Yuwen on the shoulder and said comfortingly.
Zhao Yuwen nodded, "Of course I know that."
After this incident, the atmosphere in the inn suddenly calmed down a lot. The only thing that remained the same was that the scholar who complained was looked down upon by everyone. broken.
A few days later, when Zhou Yi got up in the morning, he saw the scholar walking out of the inn with his little bundle on his shoulders.
"It can be regarded as gone. Such a villain's behavior and servile obsequiousness are simply a disgrace to us scholars." Someone looked at his back and said viciously.
Zhou Yi shook his head. The scholar who sued wanted to flatter, but he was too naked. He was so blunt, even if he climbed up to Yang Zhiwen, he would not be as good at flattering as others.
Entering the winter month, Beiping began to fall the first snow of winter.
The temperature in the north is lower than that in the south, but fortunately, the inn beat the ground dragon, closed the windows, and the whole room was warm, so you don't need to wear a coat.
Qing Zhu even sat in the room wearing unlined clothes. Zhou Yi was reading a book, but he didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only lightly pack his clothes.
Although the inn also provides laundry service, but it also requires extra money, Qingzhu is reluctant to part with the money, and wants to save money for Zhou Yi, so he washes the clothes by himself.
At noon, Zhou Yi put down his book and stretched himself.
Seeing that Zhou Yi was not reading, Qingzhu hurried forward, "Young master, should we eat inside the house, or go to the front?"
Zhou Yi opened the window and saw that the yard was already covered with snow, and the air-conditioning was blowing in, freezing him Shrinking his neck, he hurriedly closed the window.
"Let's eat indoors." The air-conditioning was so strong that it directly froze his courage to leave the house.
"Oh, okay, then I'll go to the kitchen to get food." Qingzhu nodded, put on a cotton jacket and went out against the wind and snow.
After a while, he came back trembling with a big basket. Because of the cold weather, most of the inn prepared stews, boiled in a small fire crock, and tasted very good.
"Master, the Spring Festival is only a month away, how are we going to spend it?" Qing Zhu asked Zhou Yi after taking a sip of soup.
Zhou Yi paused when he heard this. After coming to this world, every Spring Festival is spent with his family, but this year he is far away from his hometown...
Seeing that Zhou Yi's expression turned pale, Qing Zhu hated herself for talking too much: "Young Master, it's okay, isn't it? Do you have me? I will always be with the young master."
Zhou Yi was amused by Qingzhu: "What's the use of having you by my side."
"At least...at least we can talk." Qingzhu scratched his head and said in a tangled manner.
After reading books in the room for several days, Zhou Yi finally decided to go out for a walk to get some fresh air.
Zhao Yuwen didn't want to go with him, "It's so cold outside, we just need to breathe in the yard." He didn't understand Zhou Yi's idea of going out.
Zhou Yi took Qingzhu and prepared to go out.
"Master, wait a minute, put on this cloak." Qingzhu wished she could put all the quilts on Zhou Yi.
"If I wear it again, I won't be able to walk anymore." Zhou Yi moved his arms.
"Master, no, it's too cold outside. Why is the winter in Beiping so much colder than in Guang'an? If you catch the wind and cold, why don't you take the exam? Wait a minute, by the way, bring this Mrs. Tang along with you." Yi stuffed Pozi Tang in his hand.
It was also Qingzhu's kindness, although the clothes on his body had wrapped him up so that it was difficult for him to walk, but Zhou Yi still accepted it.
It was already afternoon at this time, in the cold winter, there were not many people on the whole street, and the pedestrians on the road were rushing home with their necks shivering and shivering.
The beggar in the corner didn't know whether he was dead or alive, curled up there motionless.
Walking and walking, I arrived at West Street before I knew it.
All the dignitaries and dignitaries in Beiping live in West Street.
The residence of the famous Yang Zhiwen and Yang Shoufu is also located on this street.
The fronts of other gates are deserted, but outside the gate of Yang's mansion, even in the severe winter of March and September, there is an endless stream of people waiting to visit. Many of them are officials from out of town. The end of the year is approaching, and the evaluation of officials will also be carried out. If anyone wins Yang Zhiwen's favor, then next year they can wait for their success.
Continuing to walk forward, suddenly a mansion of General Zhenyuan came into view.
"General Zhenyuan?" Zhou Yi looked at the mansion thoughtfully. Li Yingru belonged to the general's mansion, but he didn't know which general's mansion it was.
After all, several generals lived in Beiping City.
"This old man, is this General Zhenyuan's surname Li?" Zhou Yi saw an old man half a hundred walking towards him, followed by two young servants, who looked like a housekeeper or something.
"That's right, this is indeed General Li's mansion. Brother, do you want to find this family?" The old man was also kind, and it was very kind to be stopped by Zhou Yi to ask for directions.
"No, just asking casually." Zhou Yi shook his head.
"Hehehe, if there is nothing wrong, I will leave." The old man said with a smile.
Zhou Yi quickly moved out of the way, "Please, I'm the one who delayed you."
"You're a young man who is polite, not bad, but you are a candidate for the exam this year? I don't think your accent is like that of a person from the capital." The old man stroked his beard, He was not in a hurry to leave, and asked kindly.
"That's right, the boy is from Nanyuan." "Oh, you are from Nanyuan. Nanyuan is good. Nanyuan has outstanding
people. That place produces talents! " Hehehe..." The old man looked at Zhou Yi with a smile, and then left. Zhou Yi looked at the closed gate of the general's mansion. They said at the time that a meal would cancel out the life-saving grace. Even if he was grateful in his heart, it would be difficult to come to the door to thank him now. "Let's go back." The master and servant returned the same way, and the old man with the two servants was walking not far from Zhou Yi and the others. His steps were slow, although he was in the wind and snow, he still had a calm and unhurried attitude. From the moment he saw this old man, Zhou Yi felt awkward. When approaching Yang's mansion, the old man walked towards the gate of Yang's mansion, Zhou Yi saw it, and suspected in his heart, could this old man be a servant of Yang's mansion? That really impressed him, he didn't expect Master Yang Zhiwen, who was rumored to be a man-eating yaksha, to have such a courteous servant. It's just that before he finished sighing, the officials in front of the Yang Mansion saw the old man, it was like seeing their own father. "Master Chief Assistant."
"Master Shoufu..."
"Hehehe, I'm in a hurry, why wait outside in such a cold day, let's go in and enjoy the fire." The person Zhou Yi thought was the housekeeper said with a smile.
What! ! ! He turned out to be Yang Zhiwen? Zhou Yi gasped, and couldn't believe his eyes.
Ordinary villains should have green faces, fangs, unfriendly complexions, and gloomy eyes...
He finally knew where the initial awkwardness came from. Nima, the big boss, was regarded by him as a dispensable passer-by. He foolishly thought that the other party was an old uncle who showed the way! Ten thousand grass-mud horses roared past Zhou Yi's heart.
This world is too fantasy, do people who are good at politics know cosplay
well? big evil? It made Zhou Yi a little confused! Maybe those who say Yang Zhiwen is good are not flattering?
The rookies who have not yet entered the imperial court were directly taught a vivid lesson by the veterans who have mastered politics.
As a result, Zhou Yi was often praised as a good man in his later political career. Only a few people who knew him resentfully said: "Everyone in the world is blind. It is obvious that Nawu has sores on the soles of his feet, but he is used to pretending. Oh, I am so angry..." Of course, this is all for later
. However, this unexpected meeting was not known to outsiders, so that later generations did not know that Zhou Yi and Yang Zhiwen had such a meeting.
In Pan's Mansion on West Street, Pan Si was sitting at his desk and writing.
"Miss, miss, I got it, I got it..." Xing'er trotted all the way into the study.
"What are you doing in such a panic? Be more cautious." Xing'er's voice interrupted Pan Si's thoughts, and a wrong spirit left a big ink spot on the rice paper. She raised her head and said coldly.
Xing'er quickly admitted her mistake.
"Tell me, why are you making such a fuss?" Pan Si put down his pen and frowned at Xing'er.
Xing'er hurried forward, looked left and right for no one, then whispered in Pan Si's ear: "I found out where Mr. Zhou Yi lives." "
Really?" son's hand asked.
"Really, our people have been following him for several days and found that he lives in the Laifu Inn on the East Street." Xing'er said.
"Okay, well done." Pan Si smiled, praised Xing'er, and finally instructed: "No one should know about this matter." Xing'er hurriedly said: "I know, even those who
inquired People don't know who hired them."
Pan Si nodded in satisfaction.
"But Miss, that Zhou Yi is just a scholar, what's so good about it, what kind of good one does Miss want?" Xing'er asked puzzled.
Pan Si suddenly turned cold, "Don't ask if you shouldn't."
"Yes, miss." Xing'er was a little trembling. Ever since Pan Si fell into the water when he was six years old, he seemed to be a different person, with a volatile temper. Xing'er always has to be careful when serving.
"Go down." Seeing Xing'er's head bowed, Pan Si softened her heart, forget it, no matter the past life or the present life, this girl is always loyal.
"Okay, miss." Xing'er let out a sigh of relief and went on with her work.
Pan Si looked at the snow rustling outside the window, the scene was the same that year, she thought she had found someone she liked, and rejected her grandfather's idea of telling Zhou Yi about her. Unfortunately, all he got was being driven out of the house like a dog. The snow in the corner was so cold, she crawled in the corner of the city, staring at the sky and waiting to die.
At this time, he appeared in sight in plain clothes.
I just heard him whisper: "How does the Executive Yuan do things?"
Yes, at that time, the land was completely new, and there were no people who could not eat enough or wear warm clothes. All nations came to court, and it was an unprecedented prosperity.
It's just that she still added a touch of ringworm to this prosperous world.
"Take her to the poorhouse so she can settle down." This was the first time she heard him speak, and it was also the last time she heard him speak. It was only after she arrived at the poorhouse that she realized that he was the one who almost became her husband.
That winter, because she was too weak, she went anyway.
Unexpectedly, she went back to the age of six, which made her ecstatic. Pan Si thought that since God let her come back, it must be a mistake to save her, and her mistake was to refuse her grandfather's idea of marrying Zhou Yi on her behalf.
That being the case, how could she give up!
The days of concentrating on reading, the time flies, and the end of the year will come if you don't pay attention.
On New Year's Eve, many scholars gathered in the inn to drink and eat.
Zhou Yi and Zhao Yuwen didn't join in the fun, they hid in their own room.
Zhao Yuwen was sweating all over after eating, "Although we are far away from home, it's really nice to be able to get together to eat this hot pot on such a snowy night." Zhou Yi handed some wine to Zhao
Yuwen .
Zhao Yuwen shook his head: "I have to study tomorrow! It's bad to be drunk." "
Brother-in-law, today is Chinese New Year, so what's the point of drinking a little, don't stretch yourself for too long." Zhou Yi raised his glass.
"Okay." Zhao Yuwen thought so, took the wine glass and drank it up.
The bamboo charcoal in the stove was beeping, Zhou Yi was slightly drunk, and muttered: "Green ant new fermented wine, red clay small stove, the sky is like snow in the evening, and I can drink a glass of nothing" "Today in the
evening Yuxue, can you drink a cup? Good poems, good poems? I'll have one too...well, let me think about it..." Zhao Yuwen was actually drunk, he hiccupped and said.
He was just talking about composing poems, but suddenly snoring sounded, Zhou Yi pushed him, and fell asleep!
Zhou Yi shook his head with a smile, and asked Chang Ping to help Zhao Yuwen back to his room.
Tonight is New Year's Eve, even though he is thousands of miles away from home, Zhou Yi still decides to watch the New Year's Eve.
There was the faint sound of crackling firecrackers outside the inn, as well as the sound of children cheering and playing.
Thinking about relatives every festive season turns out to be more than just a poem.