Not only Wang Xian, but also Lu Ling looked at Yang Ji with curiosity. The highest officials recognized in Pingchuan City were the "City Lord" and the "General Zhenyuan".
Now one of these two people has clearly refused, and the other has almost refused, at least with slim hope. Apart from these two people, no one else can think of anyone else in Pingchuan City whose words are as important as Wu Juren!
Yang Ji didn't speak, but he thought of "Historian" in his mind. Shishi was the "literary teacher" of the Han Dynasty, and he taught countless royal children.
Although he has no power to restrain a chicken, and the civil service system is not as good as that of military attachés, when it comes to influence, historians are probably far ahead of Yang Xuanlan.
If there is anyone in the entire Pingchuan City who can help him at this time, it is only "Histor".
Next to the city lord's palace, in the ordinary-looking mansion with green bricks and green tiles, Yang Ji met the "Historian".
"So, this Yang Xuanlan wants to use the power of the Virtue Palace to benefit the public and deprive you of your fame as a child?"
After listening to Yang Ji's narration, the historian stroked his beard and looked at Yang Ji in the hall thoughtfully.
"exactly."
Yang Jigong said: "Now in Pingchuan City, the only people who can help students are teachers. I wonder if teachers can help students prove their innocence?"
There was silence in the hall, the historian was silent, and Yang Ji felt uneasy and unsure.
Since retiring from old age and returning to his hometown, except for the liberal arts examination, the historian has basically lived in seclusion and has not interfered in government affairs at all. Even though he has been back for so long, not many people in Pingchuan City know about it.
The historian's nature obviously prefers silence to movement, so asking him to speak for him and fight with a martial arts expert is obviously against his nature.
Yang Ji was not sure that he would definitely agree.
"It is difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs."
The historian pondered for a moment and then said:
"Our literary lineage values prudent words and deeds. I don't know the whole process, and I haven't investigated the inside story, so it's hard to talk about it. But...a person who can write gorgeous articles in the liberal arts examination, and every word is clever.
No matter what, it is impossible for him to be a treacherous and evil person. - Don't worry, I will come forward on your behalf in this matter."
"Although I have retired, I still taught some students and left me some tokens. I can still say something in the Hall of Virtue."
Shi Shidao.
Yang Ji was overjoyed and said loudly: "Thank you very much, teacher."
"Haha. Let's put this matter aside for now."
The historian put down the fragrant tea in his hand: "Let me ask you, what happened to the fragment of the literary saint's pen and ink?"
"Ashamed, the student has been studying for a long time, but he doesn't have any clues."
Yang Jidao.
"That's enough if you have this intention."
The historian smiled, stroked his beard and said:
"But the writing and ink of the ancient literary saints does not mean that you stare at it every day. It is enough to study hard. In this matter, you must have enough cultivation and attainment in literature. Otherwise, the attainment is not enough, even if you are against the enemy
, Tapering the buttocks is useless."
"So, Yang Ji, I have prepared some books for you. They are all collected carefully during this period. You are obsessed with martial arts. I don't force you to study with me. I just hope you don't lose your martial arts. It makes sense.
'One reason is clear, all things are clear', reading is to understand the reason, and practicing martial arts must also be clear. According to my experience in the imperial capital, studying and practicing martial arts actually complement each other. Reading and understanding the principles will also be helpful for your future practice."
Shi Shidao.
"Thank you teacher for the generous gift. With the teacher in front of you, students will not dare to drop their homework."
Yang Jidao.
"Yes. I will have these books delivered to your house in a while. Don't worry, just read them when you have time. As long as you are sincere."
The historian nodded with satisfaction.
Coming out of the historian's residence, Yang Ji breathed a sigh of relief.
"Everything that can be done has been done. All that's left is to wait for the results."
Yang Ji thought in his heart.
The historian entered the Virtue Hall in the evening of that day. In the next few days, Pingchuan City was peaceful. Yang Ji's gate was closed tightly and he stayed at home, as if he had completely forgotten the matter and waited with peace of mind. final result.
The historian's books arrived as promised, and they were densely packed. There were thousands of them. They were all placed in Yang Ji's new residence, filling a room.
"so many."
Yang Ji couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw these books. According to the person who sent them, these were actually simplified by historians. Otherwise, there would be more.
Fortunately. In the past eight years, Yang Ji has been friends with Shujie and is not a pure martial artist. After getting these books, he quickly became immersed in them.
Three days were not long, and the time agreed with the Virtue Hall passed quickly. On the fourth day, Pingchuan City was still as calm as ever, as if nothing had happened.
"Finally it worked."
Yang Ji opened the door and walked out of the study. Looking at the busy and orderly Pingchuan City, he breathed a long sigh of relief.
The appraisers of the Dexing Hall are a bunch of officials who couldn't be stricter. Even if they said they would post the list three days later, they would definitely deprive Yang Ji of his qualification as a martial arts student.
Everything is calm now, which means that the historian really did it!
…
At the same time, a figure rushed into Yang Xuanlan's room.
"Eldest Young Master, what's wrong! The Palace of Virtue suddenly lifted the impeachment of Yang Ji!"
Yang Bao didn't even stand still and shouted immediately.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound, and the cup in Yang Xuanlan's hand was instantly crushed, and the hot tea leaked from the fingers, but he didn't notice it at all.
"what happened?"
Yang Xuanlan asked with a livid face. He had already made all the plans he had made.
The two people who were most likely to threaten him in Pingchuan City have already been dealt with by him. There is no reason for the Virtue Palace to let Yang Ji go!
"Eldest Young Master, it is said that a literary master named Shi Yu from Pingchuan City came forward to stand up for Yang Ji and gave up the idea of the Virtue Palace."
Yang Hu said.
As soon as these words came out, there was an immediate silence in the hall. "Master of Literature", these two words seemed to have magic power, strangling everyone's necks.
The "Literary Master" is known as the master of the royal family. Although Yang Xuanlan is the "Martial Arts Scholar" of this generation, his influence cannot be compared with that of a Han "Literary Master".
Everyone only focused on martial arts, and no one thought that the key to breaking the situation would be the emergence of Wen Dao, which was ignored by everyone.
But the key point is, why would a famous "literary" appear in a small place like Pingchuan City? And they didn't have any news about it.
Yang Ji's face was expressionless, but his eyes looked coldly at Yang Bao. Among the four, he was the one responsible for collecting information.
"This... eldest son, you can't blame me. This civil servant has retired and returned to his hometown, and he lives in a seclusion and doesn't have much contact with the outside world. Even those civil servants find it difficult to see him, let alone us. "
Yang Bao was so anxious that he was sweating.
Master Wen's residence is actually not far away at all. It is right next to the City Lord's Mansion. It is a house with green bricks and green tiles. You can actually see it every day when you pass by the City Lord's Mansion.
But it is said that the big one is hidden in the city, and the small one is hidden in the court. Because of this, it is covered by the magnificent city lord's palace, but no one will notice the small house next to it.
"What's the relationship between Yang Ji and him?"
Yang Xuanlan said in a deep voice.
"Yang, Yang Ji is the literary student of this class..."
After hesitating for a long time, Yang Bao finally muttered.
boom!
There was a flash of blood, and crazy power hit Yang Bao's chest like a giant hammer. Yang Bao flew backwards without even a grunt.
"I'm sorry, eldest son. It was my fault."
Yang Bao immediately stood up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said.
In this world where martial arts manifests as saints, the existence of literary education is almost indispensable. Yang Bao did not expect that Yang Ji, a mere literary boy, could play so many tricks with his fame.
However, if it is wrong, it is wrong. After staying with the eldest son for a long time, neither Yang Bao nor the other three will shirk their responsibilities.
"This time it's just a small matter. The key is not Yang Ji, but your attitude towards doing things. A little Yang Ji is just as tiny as an ant, so I can handle it. But in the future, when we enter the capital city and encounter our real opponents, once
If there is a flaw, what kind of consequences do you think it will be?"
Yang Xuanlan said in a deep voice.
"Yes, sir. We understand."
Everyone said in a deep voice.
Yang Xuanlan glanced at it, and then nodded slowly. At this moment, there was a fluttering sound in his ears. With a swish, an extraordinarily tall golden dove flew in like lightning.
Everyone was stunned when they saw this pigeon, and Yang Xuanlan was also slightly stunned. Golden pigeons are extremely rare and are specially raised with medicine and blood.
Such pigeons are full of muscles, have powerful wings, and fly extremely fast. Even if an eagle is bumped on the road, they can deal with them. In Yang Xuanlan's impression, there is only one place where such pigeons can be found, and that is the Taiyuan Palace.
Grabbing the pigeon and taking off the note from the leggings, Yang Xuanlan took it and took a look. His originally fair and handsome face quickly turned ugly, and his pair of knife-like shoulders also trembled angrily.
"Return to Zhoufu immediately!"
Yang Xuanlan flicked his sleeves fiercely and strode out of the hall.
The golden paper specially made by the Royal Palace fluttered on the ground. The four of them leaned over and saw only a line of small words: Return to Zhoufu quickly without delay!
Seeing these lines of words, the four people's expressions quickly turned ugly. They stayed in Zhou Mansion for a while, and they vaguely recognized the handwriting of King Taiyuan.
——Yang Ji’s letter actually worked!
"Damn it!"
The four of them had pale faces and hurriedly chased after them.
King Taiyuan would not speak easily, but he would not tolerate disobedience once he spoke. The marriage between the eldest young master and Princess Chaoyang is imminent, and no matter what, he must not cause problems at this juncture.
Yang Xuanlan left Pingchuan City that day.
There were guards everywhere in the city, and Yang Xuanlan's departure could not be hidden from anyone. It took only a few people to leave, and the news reached Yang Ji.
"cheers!"
At the Dilong Restaurant, several people had a vigorous drink.