"The army of Chu was proud of its victory over Zheng, and was exhausted for a long time." [Annals of the States of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty]
Before Situ Yang Biao and his party returned to Chang'an, they heard the news that Liu Song, the former Zongzheng who had suffered a stroke, had passed away one night. Everyone knew that the news must have been leaked, so they hurried to Xinfeng. They also heard that Tai
Lieutenant Liu Yu had a dispute with the emperor in the Chengming Palace and was impeached by the censor. He was apologizing for his crimes.
After Yang Biao learned the news, he was not in a hurry to return to Chang'an. When he arrived at Baqiao, it happened to catch up with the first snowfall of winter in Guanzhong. He used the excuse that it was difficult to travel in the wind and snow and wanted to rest in a post house for one night before going.
Chang'an. Faced with the city of Chang'an that was so close at hand, no matter how uneasy Liu Miao felt, he could not disobey Yang Biao's wishes and had no choice but to agree.
The wind and snow are silent, the sky and the earth are dull, and the willows of Baqiao are no longer able to be broken, just like a skinny old woman standing still at the bridge head with a pestle and stick.
Not long after, a carriage came from the direction of Chang'an and stopped slowly outside the pavilion. The director of the pavilion heard the commotion and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him. At this time, a Cangtou who had been waiting under the eaves for a long time was the first to greet him and grabbed him.
The director of the pavilion said a few words. He was stunned for a moment and then walked away knowingly. A young man who got off the car nodded politely when he saw the old man: "Where is your uncle? Take me to ask for help."
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"Mr. Lang, please come here." The Cangtou was very respectful to him and quickly brought him to the place where Yang Biao was resting.
Yang Biao was sitting by the stove making tea. When he saw the young man coming in, he rubbed his hands in his sleeves and said with a smile, "You're just in time. I've just made a pot of tea. You can drink a bowl to warm yourself."
"I've met my uncle." The young man walked to the opposite side of Yang Biao, knelt down and bowed down, then straightened up and sat upright. He was Yang Liang, Yang Biao's nephew, and his father was the former minister Yang Qi. He inherited the throne at a young age.
He received the title of Marquis of Xixiang. He is not outstanding, but his suspected descendants are particularly famous: "Uncle, it was a hard journey all the way back, but are my legs and feet okay?"
"It's the same after sitting in the car for a long time. You don't have to worry about it." Yang Biao added a bowl of tea to the other party and began to inquire: "How are your studies lately? Is the Imperial College still the same?"
Yang Liang is now a tutor in the Imperial College. He makes friends with the children of the gentry every day after teaching. He can be regarded as noble and leisurely. He replied: "This year, the Imperial College and the Imperial College jointly plan the examinations. In the end, it is still the Imperial College students who have to take the imperial examination."
Mostly." After saying this, he couldn't help but sigh: "Thanks to the Imperial College recruiting scholars..."
"There are also scholars in Taixue. You must not blind your eyes." Yang Biaoxing tapped the other person lightly, and then asked curiously: "Are there any outstanding young talents who are taking the imperial examination this time? I remember the past few years.
Although there are many talented herdsmen in Ceshi, only Liu Gong, He Yan and others are worthy of attention. But I don’t know what this year will be like. Will it be able to have the same talent as Su Ze and Zhuge Jin in the past two years? "
"This year was really good. It's a pity that my uncle was not in Chang'an at the time, so he missed it." Yang Liang happened to be one of the examiners who planned the examination. He couldn't help but look vivid when talking about it: "Not to mention Ling Tong, these two Lu Meng had already met before
He had already risen to prominence when he was a political intern. Speaking of Sun Quan, Meng Jian and Shi Tao who are in charge of the drama department, they can all be regarded as talents in the state and county, especially Sun Quan. He is young, but His Majesty seems to be particularly fond of him."
"Specially favored?" Yang Biao asked curiously.
Yang Liang was so surprised that he nodded and said: "Everyone who meets Sun Quan for the first time will be surprised. He has a majestic appearance, purple beard and blue eyes. He is definitely not from the Central Plains."
It turns out to be the appearance, Yang Biao thought, automatically ignoring the ridicule of Sun Quan in Yang Liang's words: "I have heard about these people from the Imperial Academy, but what about the Imperial College? The 'Second Cao' must be among them this time, right?"
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The "two Cao" refers to the two brothers Cao Pi and Cao Zhi, who rose to fame in the Imperial Academy. The two were equally talented in literary talent. The older one, like Cao Pi, was even better at dancing and had a group of scholar-supporters around him.
"Of course they are among them. I heard that when the imperial examination was held in the Chengming Palace, the state saw the two of them and pointed to the cavalry general and shouted, 'Mr. Cao, come out! This is not the place for you!'" Yang Liang said.
He stopped here, as if he wanted to give it a try.
Yang Biao's expression became a little unnatural. He twitched his brows, quickly calmed down, and said slowly: "Should a father avoid suspicion and avoid Cao Mengde when his son participates in talent promotion?"
"The country has said so, and the cavalry generals will naturally avoid it." Yang Liang said, as if he was simply sharing an anecdote, unaware of what was going on inside: "But as soon as he stood up to apologize, the country continued
He was asked to stay and said, 'It's just a smile, but just sit quietly and say nothing', so the imperial examination began. In addition to the 'two cao's' in the Imperial College, there are also talented people such as Bao Xun and Ding Yi who are very knowledgeable..."
Let Cao Cao go out in Chengming Hall... Various thoughts flashed through Yang Biao's mind, and finally he said Yang Liang's purpose of coming: "Do you have anything else to say when you come here this time?"
He picked up the tea that had been poured on the table a long time ago, and then realized that the tea had already become lukewarm. Yang Biao remained calm, lowered his eyes, and drank most of it in one breath.
"Oh." Yang Liang said excitedly, and then he remembered what he meant. He glanced at the snowy scene outside the window, then withdrew his gaze, and said in a deep voice: "It's the clan uncle who asked his nephew to tell his uncle that Taiwei Gong is because of
King Chen was reprimanded, and the Taiwei declared that since the eldest son of the emperor had adopted Chen Fan, it was not suitable for the original prince of Chen to stay in Chen State to avoid unrest in the country. Moreover, because of his father's fault, he was a son who did not know how to advise and was good at making plans.
Dong Gong Guanfu should be guilty of the same crime as his father..."
Liu Yu actually wanted to force Liu Fu to death, which was really beyond Yang Biao's expectation. However, considering Liu Yu's aggressive attitude towards him this year, it is understandable that a person would change in different positions. It was just that Liu Yu wanted to prevent him from letting go.
This matter was revealed, and he did not hesitate to use such means. It also changed the leniency he emphasized when discussing how to deal with King Chen. Could it be said that he was also involved in this matter? He just heard the emperor beat Cao Cao
Later, Yang Biao, who originally wanted to use this incident to criticize Liu Yu, suddenly stopped thinking and began to think about how to use this opportunity to secure his position in the Chengming Palace.
The snow was still falling, but the wind was about to stop. After a while, Yang Liang walked out of the room and was led by his servants to a side room to rest. Yang Biao was still drinking tea in front of the window. He was old and would not drink this in winter.
Hot tea is just right.
Yang Biao drank one cup at a time until Fazheng stood behind him. Then he asked someone to sit where Yang Liang was sitting: "My nephew, what do you think?"
"Ming Gong has always known that I can speak without restraint, so why bother?" Fazheng said with a smile, but seeing the other party's serious look, he couldn't help but shut up, and reluctantly said: "It's just an appearance, a descendant of the Hongnong Yang family, there is nothing."
People can match Yang Dezu."
"I'm sorry that you listened behind me and didn't give you a sip of hot tea." Yang Biao sighed slightly, as if he had already made this comment in his heart. He took another tea bowl and poured tea for him. Fazheng was the emperor himself.
Yang Biao naturally knew the intention of the long history arranged for him. There were some things that he did not need to hide in order to appear magnanimous. This kind of magnanimity was lacking between the Yang family and the emperor in the past.
"It's just gossip. Sima Zhi must have heard a lot of it when he was around Zong Zheng." Fazheng said softly.
Yang Biao's expression remained unchanged, he just drank tea slowly, as if it had nothing to do with him: "Really?"