"Sir, you're awake." An eleven or twelve-year-old boy stood respectfully beside the bed.

Yang Hu rubbed his forehead, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the young man quickly held it.

In the past few months after being sent to Guzang, Huangfumi tried his best to treat Yang Hu and saved Yang Hu's life.

I regained my energy again, and now I can finally get out of bed.

But Yang Hu was upset.

He stayed away from the court not because he was really indifferent to his official career, but because he did not want to get involved in the power struggle of the Sima family.

It's better now that he has become a prisoner of Liangzhou and the laughingstock of the world.

The young man brought him green salt and water for washing. The water temperature was just right, neither hot nor cold.

At first, Yang Hu only thought that this young man was an ordinary boy. Later, when he saw that he was polite, extraordinary-looking, and gentle in speech, he felt that this young man was not simple, but he did not ask.

He is not in such a mood right now.

Since Yang Zheng didn't kill him, he wanted him to serve Liangzhou.

And the Yang family is all in the Central Plains. If it spread to Luoyang, the reputation of the Yang family will definitely plummet.

In the eyes of the Central Plains nobles, Yang Zheng was no different from a tiger or a wolf, leading beasts to eat people, being vicious, cunning, and greedy.

The confrontation between Kanto and Kansai does not last for just one or two days.

During the Hundred Years War between Han and Qiang, Liangzhou was the source of trouble in the eyes of the Central Plains gentry.

Since the end of the Han Dynasty, Dong Zhuo, Guo Si, Li Jue, Ma Teng, Han Sui, Ma Chao and others have acted in the opposite direction, and the influence of the Central Plains on Kansai has been bad.

Even if Cao Wei incorporated Yongliang into its territory, it would still face the same situation as the Eastern Han Dynasty. Rebellions occurred one after another, causing great annoyance to the gentry in the Central Plains.

After washing, Yang Hu felt much better.

The young man helped him go out for a walk again.

The weather in April was bright, the sky was blue, and the birds were chirping and the flowers were fragrant in the courtyard. Yang Hu was in a happy mood, so he took a few more steps.

Suddenly I heard the sound of a piano coming from North Point, melodious and cheerful.

The literati of this era studied the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, and dabbled in chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, arithmetic, and martial arts.

The six arts of a gentleman are etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and numeracy.

Yang Hu was fascinated as he listened.

The melodious sound of the piano came from outside the courtyard, as cheerful as a deer leaping among the grass and trees, and as clear as spring water rushing down from the mountains.

The sound of the piano blends in with the sunshine and warms the heart.

Yang Hu's upset suddenly disappeared.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and a person said leisurely: "The sound of the piano is so clear and pleasant, there must be wise men eavesdropping."

Yang Hu was startled, and the young man quickly helped him approach.

"Tai Yang Hu, I am fascinated by the sound of the piano, sir. I hope you won't be surprised."

"The sound of the piano is meant to be heard by people. If there are no people who know the sound, the sound of the piano will be wrong in the end."

The two exchanged questions across the wall.

Yang Hu heard what the other party meant, and the sound of the zither was talking about him. If there is no talented person, what he has learned in this life and his ambitions in life will eventually be wrong.

"It turns out that your Excellency deliberately used the sound of the piano to lure someone here. You really have good intentions." Yang Hu said displeased, and his tone was not as respectful as before.

He is just a lobbyist for Yang Zheng.

A hearty laugh came from the other side, "Uncle Yang is indeed extraordinary. Since you don't like it, it's okay not to listen."

After saying that, there was the sound of footsteps walking away.

Yang Hu looked at the wall in a daze.

After a long time, the young man beside him said softly: "Sir, the wind has picked up, please go back to the house and rest."

"Who is he?" Yang Hu now sees everyone as a lobbyist sent by Yang Zheng. The same goes for people who play the piano, and so does this young man.

"Mr. Hui, Ji Zhongsan lives in Beiyuan."

"Uncle Ji Ye?" Yang Hu Tong's eyes widened.

Ji Kang is no ordinary person in the celebrity circle.

Together with Ruan Ji and others, he advocated the new trend of metaphysics, advocating "transgressing the teachings of fame and letting nature" and "appreciating the noble and the humble while understanding the emotions of things". He was the spiritual leader of the world's celebrities and the son-in-law of Wei Wu. His family was prominent, but he refused to be accepted by the Sima family.

of conquest.

"It's Mr. Ji."

"Yang Junhou captured Uncle Ji by force, just like Dong Zhuo captured Cai Gong by force!" Yang Hu said sarcastically.

The Cai Gong he mentioned was Cai Yong, a famous scholar in the late Han Dynasty, who was his maternal ancestor.

The young man suddenly stopped and looked at Yang Hu, "Sir, you have received the favor of your king to survive. It is not the way of a gentleman to talk about people's rights and wrongs behind their backs."

Yang Hu was surprised and felt more and more that this young man was unusual, "Oh? I am not a gentleman, but Yang Junhou is a gentleman?"

"Of course the prince is not a gentleman." A look of admiration rose in the young man's eyes, "The prince is a hero of the world."

Yang Hu remained silent. There was no way to refute this sentence. He suddenly realized that it was probably this young man who arranged for Ji Kang to play the piano to relieve his depression.

"Take me out for a walk."

"This way, sir." The young man was still respectful.

As soon as he left the small courtyard, two guards followed him.

There was a smell of fishy smell from far away. He was tall and round, with a full beard, and his eyes were calm with a hint of evil.

At first glance, he looks like a veteran of many battles.

In addition to these two people, Yang Hu looked sideways and saw that there were more than a dozen people wearing ordinary clothes, not far away from each other, not far away from each other.

However, Yang Hu noticed that these people did not seem to be all there to protect him, as their eyes were fixed on the young man.

In this way, the identity of this young man will be revealed.

Yang Hu's face remained calm, but his heart was already in turmoil.

Today's Guzang is no longer the withered Guzang a few years ago.

The city is lined with pearls, the houses are full of silk, the pedestrians are like weaving, the people are like running water, the chariots are like dragons.

Smoked willow painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, there are tens of thousands of homes.

Hu merchants from the Western Regions, Qiang traders from the Plateau, Xianbei from Mobei, monks from Tianzhu, etc., all kinds of people walk side by side in the market.

They bargained with each other in Chinese.

Small people in Shengdou sell pulp in carts and hawk along the streets.

It's noisy, but also lively.

Even Luoyang would not have such a grand scene as before.

Luoyang can only be distinguished from each other. The gentry and the common people are like two different worlds, and they never interact with each other until death.

Of course, these are not important. What is important is that the confidence and vitality on Sheng Dou Xiaomin's face cannot be faked no matter what.

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A clue of a country's strength can be easily seen on the faces of its people.

What was Liangzhou like a few decades ago?

It was almost abandoned. After the Ma Chao Rebellion, there was the Qu Yan Rebellion, the Qiang Hu Rebellion, and ten years ago there was the Zhiwu Dai Rebellion. The entire Liangzhou was almost in ruins.

In just ten years, Liangzhou was reborn from the ashes.

How could this not shock Yang Hu?

Occasionally, cavalrymen with tall white feathers on their saddles would walk slowly from south to north holding flags, and the people would keep out of their way.

The two young scholars stepped back in front of Yang Hu, but when they turned their faces, Yang Hu was stunned.

One is a Hu man with dark eyebrows and a high nose, and the other is a Qiang man with red skin...

The two of them bowed their hands to Yang Hu politely, and their expressions and movements were no different from those of the Han people.

"Sir, what do you think of Liangzhou?" The young man said with a hint of pride on his face.

"How can someone be so cunning in a barbaric and smelly land? Yang Junhou has made great contributions to China!" Yang Hu sighed softly. When he thought of the Central Plains, Sima Zhao levied land taxes to the officials and nine people for the Western Expedition. Yang Hu couldn't help but pinch the people of the Central Plains.

Sweated a lot.

After this defeat, Sima Zhao's control over the nobles became weaker and weaker, and he would only exploit them even more in the future.

"Confucius said: There is no distinction between education and distinction. As long as the children of Liangzhou have a heart for China, they can study in Qingying."

"What is Qingying?" Yang Hu asked puzzledly.

"The schools founded by the monarchs took in scattered children and the children of fallen soldiers, and carefully trained them. They took examinations to become officials, and then joined the army and politics, each according to his or her talents."

"Dong Guan Han Ji·Biography of Wu Liang": Xiao He raised Han Xin, set up an altar and worshiped him immediately, without any further examination.

The word "examination" has been around since ancient times.

"I see." Yang Hu suddenly understood why the Guandong nobles hated Liangzhou so much.

This is completely contrary to the Nine-Rank Zhongzheng system and erodes the nobles' power to serve as officials.

"May I ask Mr. Lang's surname?" Yang Hu said, cupping his hands.

The young man kept avoiding it, not daring to accept it, not daring to accept it, "Student Yang Sanlang."

Yang Sanlang is Yang Zheng’s third son?

Yang Hu looked at Feng Shen, a handsome young man. If the Yang family has a son like this, it seems that destiny will take care of him.
Chapter completed!