Song Yang shook his head and said with a smile: "What's going on here? I'm talking out of tune."
With curved eyes, shaped like a crescent moon and as bright as a crescent moon, Princess Chenghe stared at Song Yang again with a smile: "No matter how I look at your smile... you seem to be quite proud?"
Song Yang coughed, waved his hand, and said directly: "I understand what you mean. I will persuade Xiao Qi when I get the chance, but in the end she still has to make her own decision on this matter." From Ren Xiaoqian's temper to Qin Zhui's temper
, it is not difficult to see that the environment of Hongbo Mansion is very good, with less strife and more kindness. Song Yang also feels that it is a good home for Xiao Qi.
Ren Churong's face showed joy: "She will definitely listen to you. Recruiting this important and important person is just a matter of words for you, it is a trivial matter."
Song Yang couldn't tell whether the princess's words were misleading or teasing, so he simply ignored them and changed the subject: "I also have something I want to talk to you about, and it's a medicinal herb. When I get to Beijing, please ask Phoenix for me.
Among the many famous doctors in the city, does anyone know the whereabouts of 'Butterfly Blue'?"
Although Nanli is a small country, it is still a country, and there are many famous doctors and masters in the capital. As long as one of them knows the whereabouts of this medicine, Hongbo Mansion will definitely find it. Ren Churong nodded happily.
In the end, Ren Churong emphasized his tone again and said to Song Yang: "It will not be easy to go to compete for the first rank of Dayan. The ten strange people are related to the prestige of Nanli. Both the emperor and the court attach great importance to being selected to Kyoto.
None of them are ordinary people. What’s more, in comparison, you have a huge disadvantage... you grew up in Nanli, but you were born in Yan State."
For those who are selected, the state government will naturally submit their resumes to the court. Although Song Yang grew up in Nanli, he was brought here from Yan State by his uncle. This cannot be hidden from anyone.
Song Yang also frowned. This matter was a trouble, and he had neglected it before.
After talking about the serious business, the two urged the horses to return to the group. During this period, Song Yang suddenly asked: "I heard that in early spring, the sky near the palace is full of catkins, which is very beautiful."
Ren Churong nodded and smiled: "Yes, it can be regarded as a scenery in Phoenix City. You must go and see it when the time comes."
Song Yang smiled and said nothing more. After catching up with the group, he unexpectedly discovered that the person driving the carriage was no longer Hongbowei, but a mute.
Seeing Song Yang coming back, Xiaojiu spoke first: "I tried to persuade him, but he didn't listen and insisted on driving the car himself."
The mute grinned at Song Yang. He first gestured to indicate that it was inappropriate for an outsider to drive the master's carriage. Then he patted his chest, indicating that he was in good health and that he was fully capable of driving the carriage for his master.
Song Yang jumped back into the car and casually asked the mute, "Where are you from?"
The mute opened his mouth wide, his face full of confusion, and shook his head.
Song Yang smiled: "You don't know it yourself? It doesn't matter, it's not completely traceable. You have a tattoo."
Similar to the barbarians, the mute also has a tattoo on his back, but it is different from the fancy patterns of gods, beasts, suns, and moons of ordinary barbarians, but a picture of a siren making trouble. The tattoos are complex and magnificent, and it is by no means ordinary.
Song Yang asked the mute about his 'craft'. This tattoo has been imprinted on his back since he was sensible. It should have been tattooed shortly after he was born. If the origin of the tattoo can be found out, he will naturally know the mute's
origin.
When Song Yang snatched the mute from the hands of the Tibetan merchants, it was not because of his fighting prowess, but because he felt that he prayed for the enemies who did not deserve to die before the war, which showed that he had a good heart, and that was all.
Song Yang's idea was very simple. If he could help the mute find his hometown and he was willing to go home, he would let him go back.
The team moved forward slowly, getting closer to the grandeur of the Hongbo Mansion in the capital, and the grandeur gradually became apparent. Starting two hundred miles away from Phoenix City, small teams of Hongbo guards would arrive on horseback every ten miles to meet the princess and the princess;
When there are only a hundred miles left, there will be responses every five miles; after fifty miles, there will be a sentry every three miles, there will be horseshoes on the official road, and red knights will come and go continuously;
Ten miles away from the capital, not only the generals of the Hongbo family came to greet them, but also many officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Personnel. This time, most of the important errands of selecting talents from Kyushu and going to the first-level competition fell on them, and they came to welcome them from a distance; the matter was not over yet.
It was not until Song Yang and others were brought to the luxurious post house that another imperial edict came, praising Her Highness the Princess who presided over the selection of talents in Qingyang, and encouraging the candidates, as well as receiving royal rewards.
All strangers, regardless of skill or origin, were treated with state courtesy by the Nanli imperial court. Not only Qingyang virtuous people, but also talents from all walks of life who returned from Kyushu were treated with such courtesy. And among the red tape, everyone was unknowingly selected.
His interest became more and more exciting.
Ren Xiaoyao and the officials from the two departments handed over the official duties, and after all the hard work, he found an opportunity and ran to Song Yang, wanting to say something, but in the end he kissed her red lips passionately, and it took a long time to rest...
At dusk on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, Song Yang checked into Phoenix City, waiting for the next round of selection. Nearly forty folk celebrities competed for ten seats in the first-class competition. However, it was the New Year at this time, and the selection date had not yet been determined.
It will have to wait until after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month at the earliest.
Because they had been delayed in Qingyang for a while, Song Yang and his party were the last to arrive among the nine states. After seeing off the officials, most of the candidates from other places also came over to say hello, and there was another half-hour of pleasantries.
Jiu had better inquire. After dinner, the noise subsided. She made some fragrant tea for Song Yang and sat aside. She stretched out her fingers and counted: "Counting us, there are a total of thirty-seven 'virtuous people' in the post house."
, most of them came to say hello, but seven people didn’t come... I asked them all clearly."
None of the three Hong family brothers, Heikou Yao, the dwarf Taoist, the blind man from Guigu, and Princess Chenghe mentioned to Song Yang on the way, came. There was also a young woman with outstanding dancing skills.
Didn't come to visit either.
After counting them one by one, Xiao Jiu curled her lips and said with disdain: "You are proud of your talent and think you are a great person. Why don't you come over to say hello? You are not worthy of being a follower to my young master."
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and someone asked from outside: "Has Mr. Song rested?"
When Song Yang heard the door being called, he said to Xiao Jiu: "You are quite effective, whatever you say comes." He got up and went to open the door.
Three people came, the leader was an old man with a flat nose, the middle-aged man next to him had buck teeth, and the other one looked younger, probably in his thirties, with scarred eyes from birth. The three of them were ugly in their own way. The old man with a flat nose was
He spoke first: "Mr. Song? Excuse me." Then he pointed behind him: "These are my two younger brothers."
Song Yang asked: "Three gentlemen of the Hong family?"
The snub-nosed old man nodded slightly: "I'm Hong Yi."
The buck-toothed second child also signed up nonchalantly: "I'm Hong Zheng."
The third child with scarred eyes said in a loud voice: "Hong Zhi."
Song Yang smiled and nodded: "I heard about these three talented gentlemen on the road, please come in."
The three brothers Hong Yi, Hong Zheng and Hong Zhi looked arrogant and unceremonious. They walked into the room. After sitting down, it was Hong Yi who spoke first: "Young Master Song's 'Young Qiang' in Qingyang is deafening. I
I also admire him very much. At the same time, I still have some doubts in my heart, so I specially came to ask the young master for advice."
Song Yang didn't expect that as soon as he arrived in the capital, before he even sat down on his chair, the three brothers of the Rehong family came to 'kick in'. It wasn't the imperial examination now, so he had no intention of dealing with them. Just when he was about to refuse, the second brother Hong Zheng
He spoke first and said with a smile: "Coincidentally, I also have a topic similar to 'Young Strong', and I would like to ask you for advice... My topic is called 'Everyone Flying'. If everyone in Nanli can fly,
With the wings fluttering, they soar into the sky. Wouldn't it be great if everyone could fly to the Buddha's spiritual mountain, the Paradise of Paradise, and have eternal life?"
Hong Zheng bared his teeth and smiled at Song Yang. Song Yang almost had the illusion that the other person's teeth would fly out and hit him.
Obviously, the "Young Strong" that Hong Zheng criticized was a rhetoric that was completely unrealistic. Just like his "Everyone Flying", the contempt was self-evident.