Monument Yangmen

Chapter 39 Shen Lun
Flowers, applause, firecrackers.

These three things are always given to the winners, and there is no doubt that Yang Yansi has become the winner of this assessment.

The winner not only wins the game, but also gets a huge bet.

The three words Yang Yansi will spread throughout the entire city of Bianjing in one afternoon, and then spread to the whole world.

As the party involved, Yang Yansi poked the snotty Zhao Pu beside him.

"Master Xiang, who is this man! Does he mean what he says?"

Zhao Pu looked at him contemptuously, "He is a gentleman after all, and he spit on a nail. What's more, he is the one who controls the entire Imperial Academy."

"Shen Lun?" Yang Yansi guessed the identity of the old man at once.

Zhao Pu snorted coldly, "You called Shen Lun too? Are you qualified?"

Even though old Zhao Pu didn't like Shen Lun, the two often fought to the death in court.But in terms of etiquette, he must defend Shen Lun.

This is the rule that feudal ethics must abide by.

At least in public, it must be followed.

Zhao Pu made a bad face, Yang Yansi didn't want to talk to him, but who let the old man hold his bet money!

Yang Yansi had no choice but to lick his smiling face and asked, "Mr. Zhao, when are you going to get the bet money?"

Zhao Pu gave Yang Yansi a sideways look, "It's up to you to say, don't worry, you won't be able to run away. You'd better go and thank Old Man Shen, if he didn't make a decision today, you might not be able to win."

Obviously he is also an old man, but he likes to call other people old.This is probably because I don’t want to see others older than myself,
Yang Yansi leaned in front of Shen Lun, imitating Liu Xin's salute, "Yansi has met Mr. Shen, thank you Mr. Shen for your reminder."

Shen Lun was praising Yang Yansi in front of Yang Ye, and Yang Ye hummed comfortably when he heard Shen Lun praising his son, as if he had eaten ginseng fruit.

Seeing Yang Yansi salute suddenly, everyone around Shen Lun was stunned.

Yang Yansi blinked inexplicably.

Shi Ke was not at all depressed about losing the game, instead he smiled beside Shen Lun and said, "Shunyi, congratulations."

Shen Lun stared at Yang Yansi for a long time, and Yang Yansi's scalp was almost numb, so he opened his mouth slowly.

"That's all! You go back and rest! After three days, I will enter the Taixue examination, and the old man will personally preside over it."

Yang Ye saluted Shen Lun excitedly, "Thank you, Mr. Shen."

After bidding farewell to Shen Lun, Yang Yansi returned to the Yang Mansion surrounded by everyone.

After his brothers explained, Yang Yansi finally understood that today he performed the salute to Shen Lun as a disciple in public, and Shen Lun did not avoid it, so he accepted him as a disciple.

That is to say, in the future, after passing the examination of Taixue and performing the apprenticeship ceremony, he can be regarded as Shen Lun's beginner disciple.

No wonder Yang Ye was so excited that he almost lost his way.

The banquet guests in Yang's mansion invited all the guests who could be invited.

Even Zhao Defang, the Eighth Sage King, condescended to come to the Yang Mansion.

This time, the people who came to the banquet were no longer the younger nephews of the rich and powerful, but all the dignitaries from every family came.

Yang Ye's face was full of red, and he ordered someone to frame the portrait painted by Yang Yansi and hang it in the main hall.

For all the guests who came, Yang Ye took them to appreciate Yang Yansi's paintings.

Yang Yansi was also surrounded by a group of people, all praising him.

Yang Yansi was not good at socializing, so after a short chat, he found an excuse and ran away.

After rushing all the way to the martial arts arena in the backyard of the Yang Mansion, they heard the sound of sticks.

Following the sound, he saw several of his older brothers, Cao Lin, Huyan Chijin, Chejun Zhu, Hu Yanda and other people in the martial arts arena, clapping and applauding around the two of them.

In the middle of the martial arts arena, Yang Wulang was fighting with a jade-faced boy holding a short spear with a spear in his hand.

Both sides come and go, and the fight is inseparable.

Prompted by curiosity, Yang Yansi stepped forward and watched carefully.

Yang Wulang's marksmanship is fierce and domineering, rampant and tyrannical.

The young man is not weak either, he can't splash water with a short spear, besides his exquisite moves, his offensive is even more tricky, often able to catch people by surprise.

The young man was obviously at a disadvantage, but because of his tricky moves, he was unable to lose for a long time.

The two sides made another fifty strokes, the young man was exhausted, and finally closed the short spear, stepped back three steps, and said with fists together: "Thank you, Brother Yang, for your advice."

Yang Wulang and Yang Yande clasped their fists together, "Brothers of the Cao family are not bad at martial arts. Among people of the same age, perhaps only my seventh brother can beat you."

Yang Yanzhao quit after hearing this.

"My kung fu is not bad either!"

Yang Yande is straightforward and blunt, "You play all day long and don't practice hard. You are no match for the Cao brothers."

Seeing that Yang Yanzhao was impatient, Yang Yansi wanted to rush out to ask for advice.

"Brothers and sisters, I'm so haunted in the front hall that I almost don't want to live. You are sneaking here."

When Yang Yansi interrupted, the scene eased a bit.

Yang Yanzhao tugged at Yang Yansi and asked, "Seventh brother, if you judge me, am I better than you?"

"Yes, yes, yes...you are amazing!"

When the young man saw Yang Yansi, his eyes lit up, and he was holding a short spear, "Brother Qilang, Brother Wulang said that you are better than me, let Wei ask for advice on your kung fu?"

Cao Lin stepped forward and grabbed the boy, "Fourth brother, don't be rude."

After everyone had seen the ceremony, Yang Yansi knew their identities. They were the descendants of a series of general families such as the Wang family, the Shi family, the Cao family, the Zhang family, the Gao family, and the Li family.

There are three people who are the same age as Yang Yansi, and there is a vague sense of closeness.

Shi Yuansun, the eldest grandson of Shi Shouxin, the founding hero of the Song Dynasty, and his father, Shi Baoxing, was an assassin from Wupin Shunzhou.

Wang Shilong, the grandson of the late founding hero of the Qin Dynasty, Wang Shenqi, his father Wang Chengyan was the general of the right guard and the captain's son-in-law; his mother was the great-grandfather Princess Zhaoqing.

Cao Wei, the fourth son of Privy Envoy Cao Bin.That is, the boy who fought against Yang Yande just now.

"Brother Qilang, my sister is going to praise you like a flower at home, saying how powerful you are. Can I ask you for advice."

Cao Wei is good at martial arts, and he never leaves martial arts in three sentences. He looks eager to try, and insists on fighting Yang Yansi.

When Cao Lin heard what the fourth brother said, she blushed like an apple, and slapped Cao Wei viciously on the back of the head.

"What nonsense...Your brother Qilang fought hard in Taixue today, and he is also tired. Let's come back tomorrow."

Yang Yansi smiled slightly, "It's fine to ask for advice. Brother Qilang and I have been dealing with the Taixue assessment for the past few days, and our martial arts are almost useless. We will have a chance to learn from each other in the future."

"It's a word."

Cao Wei got Yang Yansi's promise, and his face was full of joy.

Yang Yansi turned to look at Shi Yuansun and Wang Shilong, who stood in front of him, hesitating to speak.

"Ask for a painting?"

Shi Yuansun and Wang Shilong's eyes widened.

"how do you know?"

Yang Yansi couldn't help but rolled his eyes, Lao Yang is only a fourth-rank general, and his title is only a marquis, so it's not enough for two young men from the Duke's family to humiliate me in front of me, right?
(End of this chapter)