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Chapter 170 I’m really not good at it

"Mr. Liuyang, Mr. Liuyang..."

Yang Liang called twice, and Luo Wuwang came back to his senses. He wiped his tears and looked at Yang Liang with eyes full of excitement: "Master Li, you are really my soulmate. I have wasted sixty years of my life, how can I have a friend?" That’s it.”

hiss!
Zhong Changgeng and Zhong Yanshou couldn't believe what they heard. Mr. Liuyang lowered his posture so low when facing Yang Liang.

"Old sir, you are trying to kill me. You are just unknown in the lower world. How can you be qualified to be my friend?"

"I am qualified, absolutely qualified." Luo Wuwang said firmly: "I heard that my friend is going to Beijing to take the exam this time. I have an old acquaintance who is an official in the Hanlin Academy, so I wrote a letter to him and passed it on to When he arrives in the capital, he will naturally take care of his little friend."

Zhong Changgeng secretly clicked his tongue. With this letter, Yang Liang would have the endorsement of a celebrity, and he would no longer be penniless when he went to the capital.

Of course, without the calligraphy written by Yang Liang, Luo Wuwang would not have revealed this connection.

Ning Fangze was quietly sweeping the floor outside, thinking: What are we talking about inside? We haven't come out even now.

He quietly leaned under the window and heard something was wrong with the sound. He felt happy and thought, maybe Yang Liang said something wrong and angered Mr. Liuyang.

If that spreads out, Yang Liang's reputation will probably be ruined.

He was so happy that he almost laughed out loud, and quietly raised one eye. The windows were already closed tightly in winter, and he finally found a gap.

In the thatched cottage, Mr. Liuyang's face was glowing red, and there were even tears in his eyes.

Huh?
Ning Fangze was surprised. This seemed to be a good conversational posture.

He grabbed the boy who was bringing tea inside and asked about the situation inside.

"My husband and Mr. Li had a very happy conversation. He even wanted to become brothers with Mr. Li, but Mr. Li refused."

Rejected, rejected, rejected...

Ning Fangze stayed where he was, wondering if he had heard wrong, or if the world was completely messed up.

Why did Mr. Liuyang have such a headache that he even thought of sworn sworn relationship with Yang Liang, and was even rejected?

If he really doesn't want to, you can come to me. I will definitely not refuse.

If Mr. Liuyang promotes me, my reputation will definitely be at its peak. When I get to the capital, no one will dare to look down on me.

Yang Liang and Zhong Changgeng and his son said goodbye and left. Mr. Liuyang walked to the door. In the howling cold wind, he was wearing a single coat and waved reluctantly.

"You must remember to come see me."

Until Yang Liang's back disappeared, he was reluctant to take his eyes back and let out a long sigh of regret: I wish I couldn't cut down the tree so that it wouldn't block my eyes looking at Li Qingyang.

hiss!
The people who came to visit Mr. Liuyang were all confused, thinking that Li Qingyang must have some magic skills to make Mr. Liuyang so confused.

On the carriage, Lu Yuanyuan woke up leisurely and said: "Sir, how are you? Have you seen anyone?"

"More than just seeing him, Mr. Li can be said to have shown his magical powers."

Before Yang Liang could speak, Zhong Changgeng took over the topic and elaborated on the matter.

His original plan was just to allow Yang Liang and Luo Wuwang to meet, but the result was much beyond his expectation. Luo Wuwang actually regarded Yang Liang as his lifelong confidant and even wanted to sworn sworn friends with Yang Liang.

Yang Liang's reputation must have spread by now, and the Zhong family would like to build a good relationship with him, which would be considered a big tree to rely on.

After returning to Zhongzhai, Zhong Changgeng was still overjoyed. He paced back and forth in the front hall, still unable to contain his excitement.

He suddenly remembered something and called the housekeeper to him:

"Who is serving Mr. Li in the backyard?"

"I've always been served by Vanilla, and Mr. Li didn't say anything."

"No. Vanilla is not good. How old is Vanilla? She is already eighteen this year." Zhong Changgeng waved his hand and said, "Call Chuntao over and let the two of them serve Mr. Li together."

The book does not go into details.

A few days later, Yang Liang's reputation had completely spread in the neighborhood.

Everyone knows that a Mr. Xie Yuanlang came from Pingzhou. He hit it off with Mr. Liuyang and was introduced as a confidant.

Mr. Liuyang even wanted to become his brother.

In particular, an inscription on a humble house has spread among students.

On this day, Yang Liang was basking in the warmth in the back garden, and Zhong Yanshou came over excitedly.

"Master Li, someone sent you an invitation."

"Oh?"

Yang Liang took the book away from his face and said, "I don't know anyone, who would invite me?"

"Although Mr. Li doesn't recognize anyone else, he recognizes Mr. Liuyang. Mr. Liuyang is famous throughout Suzhou." Zhong Yanshou said excitedly: "This invitation was sent by someone from Shixi Academy. It will be received in three days. Invite Mr. Li to the banquet."

Yang Liang chatted with Zhong Yanshou for a few words and found out the origin of the Shixi Society.

Because of Luo Wuwang, the academic style in Suzhou was very strong. With Huangcheng as the center, scholars from all over the country gathered together to recite poems, compose poems and exchange knowledge.

Stony Brook Institute is one of them.

Today, the leader of the Shixi Society is named Xiao Muran. He is most famous for his eight poems of farewell, which are widely spread in Pingzhou.

Yang Liang took the invitation and read it again, smacking his lips and saying, "Looking at his wording, this invitation feels like a letter of war."

Zhong Yanshou nodded and said: "I guess so. Everyone originally wanted to be famous through Mr. Liuyang, but now the limelight has been taken up by Mr. Li, how can the local students be willing to do so? What's more, this Xiao Muran, Mr. Xiao has always been known as Mr. Liuyang He considers himself a registered disciple, but as soon as you come you have to befriend Mr. Liuyang, which makes him feel comfortable. That’s why he held a banquet in Wenxiang Tower, saying that he was making friends through literature, and I’m afraid he also wanted to use you to become famous. "

"Where is Wenxiang Tower?"

"It is the largest brothel in Huangcheng. Three of the four golden flowers in Huangcheng are in Wenxiang Tower." Zhong Yanshou said: "Master Li, do you think you want to go to the banquet? Are they coming here with bad intentions?"

Yang Liang weighed the invitation and thought about it, he himself is not a person who deserves to live up to his reputation.But this time it’s not just a name, but a real benefit.

"Then you can answer a letter for me. I will definitely go when the time comes."

Three days later, the lights in Wenxiang Building were brightly lit, and the scholars headed by Xiao Muran were already in their places.

"Are you coming? Are you coming? Mr. Li will not dare to come."

"He wrote back to me and said he would definitely be here, so it's time to come." Xiao Muran shook his folding fan lightly and said calmly.

A young master named Lu Chunran said: "How prepared are you all? Don't make any mistakes."

"Don't worry, you can't make a mistake." Zhao Qian patted his chest and said, "Everything has been arranged. When the time comes, Mr. Sun will compete with him, Mr. Qi will compete with him in calligraphy, and Mr. Liu will compete with him in poetry."

Lu Chunran nodded and said: "This is related to the reputation of our Phoenix academic community. We must not make any mistakes."

"Everything is planned."

Zhao Qian said confidently: "In the end, we, Mr. Xiao, will compete with him in piano skills. In the end, no matter how well he plays, everyone will have a good time with him."

He looked at the women in the brothel and said: "You remember, as soon as the sound of the piano stops, you will throw the sachet in your hand on Mr. Xiao."

The brothel's madam coughed slightly and said, "What are you talking about, Mr. Zhao? Many of our girls have experienced Mr. Xiao's skills in playing, playing and singing. He is a country boy from Pingzhou, how can he really surpass Mr. Xiao?"

Without your arrangement, Mr. Xiao will definitely win. "

Zhao Qian's expression was startled, then he smiled and said: "It makes sense, but I'm superfluous."

"I'm coming."

At this time, a bookboy came in a hurry and said breathlessly: "The Zhong family's carriage is here."

"Let's go."

With a snap, Xiao Muran put away the folding fan in his hand and said, "Let's go meet Mr. Li from Pingzhou for a while."

A carriage came slowly from a distance, the copper bell on its neck ringing softly.

Arriving in front of Wenxiang Tower, a young man in brocade got out of the car. He raised his head and saw that the gate of Wenxiang Tower was already full of people.

"Is this Mr. Li?"

"It doesn't look good, does it?"

"How come Mr. Liuyang thinks so favorably of him?"

"Hey, the old gentleman can be dazzled sometimes."

When whispers came from around him, Zhong Yanshou felt timid and his legs felt weak subconsciously.

In order to target Yang Liang, the students from Huangcheng put up their biggest battle array, and even those who usually didn't move around easily showed up.

I don’t know if Yang Liang can catch it.

Fortunately it wasn't directed at myself.

He turned around, coughed slightly, and said, "Mr. Li, we are here."

Everyone suddenly realized that this was not Mr. Li.

There was a gentle cough in the car, and then the curtain was opened. Everyone first saw a hand, slender and white, and then someone stood up, jumped out of the carriage with a slight jump.

He was more than eight feet tall, with beautiful features and a faint smile that always made people feel like spring breeze.

Even the women in the brothel couldn't help but praise in their hearts: "What a handsome and charming young man. If you spend one night with him, your life will be worthwhile."

Yang Liang cupped his hands and said, "Li Qingyang, I'm in Pingzhou, I've met all of you. I'm glad to meet you."

Everyone hurriedly returned the gift. Everyone was a scholar, so even if they felt unhappy, they would not lose their etiquette.

Everyone was extremely enthusiastic towards Yang Liang, as if they were old friends they hadn't seen for many years.

Zhao Qian even held Yang Liang's hand and came to the gate step by step.

There was a wine jug in front of the door, and a woman beside her held a tray with eight thin arrows on it.

"Is this?" Yang Liang pretended to be puzzled.

"Li Jieyuan doesn't know something. This is the rule of Stony Brook Society. All new friends must throw pots for fun first. If they miss, they will be fined three drinks. If they hit four, they will be exempted from the penalty. Four On top of that, every time we win one more, we have to drink one more drink.”

"Oh, that's it. Suzhou is a good place with quite ancient customs." Yang Liang said.

Lu Chunran said from the side: "If Mr. Li is not good at this, in my opinion, let it go."

"Sigh... Mr. Li is a good friend, how can he break the rules?" Zhao Qian said: "If Mr. Li misses the shot, Mr. Li and I will drink together."

"This...I'm really not good at it." Yang Liang smiled and twisted an arrow.

(End of this chapter)