"With yellow yong and yellow utensils, I am willing to go."
When the atmosphere in the teahouse was gloomy, someone suddenly shouted.
Li Xia looked around and saw that the person speaking was the young scholar who nodded to him just now.
Following the call from the young scholar Huang Yong, some people soon expressed their willingness to go. However, some also bluntly said that they were afraid of living up to their family's expectations, and everyone expressed their understanding.
"Lin Zezu, Lin Xingzhou, is willing to submit a letter together with Brother Liu and Brother Chen!"
"Zeng Weizeng, Taozi, is willing to go."
"..."
After Huang Yong finished shouting, he sat directly opposite Li Xia.
"Huang Yong, courtesy name Qizhi, is from Putian County, Fujian Road." He reported his name and asked Li Xia, "I don't know how to call him?"
Li Xia said: "Tang Yin, courtesy name Bohu."
"I think Bohu is not old, but he is twenty?"
Li Xia nodded and said, "Yeah."
Huang Yong said: "I was twenty and six years old, the third year of Shaoding, and I was born in the year of Gengyin."
"Brother Huang." Li Xia cupped his hand.
Huang Yong said: "You can just call me 'Qizhi'. I was paying attention to you just now and felt that you must be an extraordinary person with your calm eyes and calm demeanor."
"Brother Qi is overly praised..."
At this time, when Huang Yong shouted the first sentence, people around him were already talking quietly.
"Who is this person?"
"Huang Yong Huang Qizhi, the disciple of Hou Cun Gong."
"What? Liu Gong's disciple? He is actually Liu Gong's disciple."
"Liu Gong? Is he really the 'Young Conceited Lingyun Pen' Liu Gong?"
"yes."
"He is actually a disciple of Liu Gong..."
Suddenly, a rather harsh voice sounded.
"Oh, it's not like Huang Qizhi has any talent for writing. He and Liu Kezhuang are both from Putian and from the same hometown."
Zhou Zhenyan got off the table at some point, looked at Huang Yong sideways, and said: "Besides, who knows if he is really a disciple of Liu Kezhuang? Maybe he is just bragging."
Huang Yong was still chatting with Li Xia. Hearing this, he ignored Zhou Zhenyan and sneered.
Zhou Zhenyan was still talking.
"I've seen this kind of thing happen a lot. Just because I'm from the same hometown as Liu Kezhuang, I brag about it everywhere for fear that no one will praise him. It's ridiculous."
"Fu Ling, don't call Mr. Liu by his first name anymore."
"Isn't Liu Kezhuang called by his name?" Zhou Zhenyan said: "Liu Kezhuang slandered the current affairs and disobeyed the officials. Do I still want to call him 'Liu Gong'? Do you also want to disobey the officials?"
"Zhou Fuling! That's enough!" Liu Fu, who was standing on the table, finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly.
Huang Yong raised his hand and said: "Brother Sheng Bo, ignore him."
Liu Fu said: "It's too presumptuous. It's tolerable, but who can't be tolerated?!"
Huang Yong said with a smile: "Maybe Brother Zhou just wants to have a quarrel with us so that he can walk away without having to go to Fucheng to write a letter."
"Yellow weapon! Don't you dare to spit on others!" Zhou Zhenyan was furious, pointed at the yellow yong, and cursed: "How dare you judge the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain?!"
Huang Yong said: "Then please ask Brother Zhou to go and submit the letter together."
Zhou Zhenyan said: "You are going because you have selfish motives. Liu Kezhuang has been idle at home for a long time. Dong Xianggong wanted to resurrect him when he was there, but Ding Daquan stopped him on the grounds of "relying on his talents and being arrogant." You want to deal with Ding Daquan because of your selfish motives.
, rather than serving the country!”
"Brother Zhou didn't say that I was a fake disciple of Liu Gong?"
"you!"
Huang Yong said sternly: "I will at least go and ask Brother Zhou to go with me."
Zhou Zhenyan glared at Huang Yong bitterly and said, "I don't even bother to associate with villains like you."
After saying that, he hummed heavily and walked away.
Several more people quickly followed Zhou Zhenyan.
…
Liu Fu and Chen Yizhong were too mature and prudent to bother with them and continued to communicate with others.
Huang Yong looked at Li Xia again, cupped his hands and said, "Make Bohu laugh."
"It doesn't matter."
Huang Yong said: "In the past, when I was studying at home, I never thought that someone in the world could be so annoying. It's a pity that he has such a good face."
Li Xia nodded without commenting.
Huang Yong asked again: "Bohu seems not interested in all this noise."
Li Xia thought for a while and said: "What I saw today is that there are cliques and quarrels in the court, and there are also cliques and quarrels in the Imperial Academy."
Huang Yong was stunned for a moment, sighed and said, "Yes, my horizons are not as broad as yours."
He looked at Li Xia again, with more solicitude in his eyes, and asked: "Bohu, why don't you submit a letter with us? Oh, I'm not forcing you, I just... want to know if you and I have the same aspirations."
"No." Li Xia shook his head.
"Why?"
"I'm not a college student, so I don't have the qualifications to apply."
"Ha." Huang Yong smiled and said, "Bohu is such a wonderful person."
Li Xia observed his expression, and when he saw that it was almost done, he got up and walked out.
As expected, Huang Yong followed.
Speaking of which, people like Liu Fu and Chen Yizhong, who are nearly forty years old and have rich experience, have never been the targets of Li Xia's friendship, but young people like Huang Yong are.
"Bohu, where are you going?"
"Selling paintings."
"Where are you going to sell your paintings? How about I find some classmates to help you shout?"
Li Xia walked out of the teahouse, turned around and saw Zhou Zhenyan and a few people not far in front, looking over here.
"Qinshanfang."
Li Xia gave an address near the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Since Cheng Yuanfeng had been given time to investigate the whereabouts of Lin Zi and Liu Jinsuo, the results must be coming soon. He planned to keep an eye on them near the Prime Minister's Mansion, so he happened to bring an imperial student there to cover them.
"So far?" Huang Yong was a little confused.
Li Xia did not put him in trouble and said with a smile: "Brother Qi is busy, so there is no need to go there together."
"Then... why don't you leave your address? I'll visit Bohu next time..."
When the two of them were talking, Zhou Zhenyan stepped forward and said sarcastically: "Huang Qizhi, what? Do you like a handsome guy?"
Several people gathered around.
Everyone is a scholar, so they probably don't know how to do anything, and they are just sarcastic.
Zhou Zhenyan took out a scroll from Li Xia's backpack, spread it out and looked at it, becoming more and more disdainful.
"What a bad painting skill. It's really bad." He glanced at Li Xia and sneered: "Young pretty boy..."
Huang Yong was displeased and shouted: "Zhou Fuling, that's enough for you. You and I have a problem, so what does it mean to bully others?"
"Who is bullying someone? How about a few words..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Xia punched Zhou Zhenyan hard in the face, and at the same time hit him with his knee, making Zhou Zhenyan's whole body bend and he screamed in pain.
"You...how do you hit someone?"
"It's an insult to politeness...ah!"
"..."
Huang Yong was stunned.
He stared blankly as Li Xia beat several scholars to the ground and fled.
"Huang Qizhi, you dare to take action! I will find sacrificial wine to sue you!"
"Huang Qizhi, how dare you find someone to beat us..."
After several shouts, Zhou Zhenyan had already fled far away with several people.
Huang Yong came back to his senses, looked at Li Xia, and murmured: "Bohu, you..."
"You didn't do anything." Li Xia said, "If anyone asks, just say you don't know me."
Huang Yong said: "I am not a person who is afraid of trouble, I just think...Bohu, you are really good at fighting."
He picked up the fallen scroll from the ground and took a look. The admiration on his face suddenly froze.
"Bohu, let me say something that I shouldn't say." Huang Yong scratched his head, seeming to be confused, and finally said: "Your painting... is not bad, but how can I put it..."
"Brother Qi, just say it doesn't matter."
"To be honest, my painting skills are... good, but calligraphy and painting require talent, and your painting... is too mediocre."
Li Xia actually bought this painting because she thought it was good, but for some reason everyone couldn't agree with it.
He smiled and said, "It's okay."
Huang Yong said again: "It's better for you to study hard and seek fame. You can come to Taixue first to audit. I'll help you. It might not be difficult to go to the outer room to audit. If you can be appreciated by Xuezheng, maybe..."
Li Xia smiled calmly and said, "No need."
"Why?"
"I haven't told Brother Qi about my ambition yet."
Huang Yong asked: "What is Bohu's ambition?"
Li Xia took the scroll in his hand, put it back in his backpack, waved his hand, turned around and left.
When he turned around, a poem slowly recited.
"If you don't refine elixirs, you won't meditate. If you don't work for merchants, you won't plow the fields. When you have free time, write and sell them on the green hills. Don't make money to do evil in the world."