Eight Young Masters of Yang Family Generals

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In the early morning of the next day, Yang Yanrong woke up with a start just as the sky was getting dark.It turned out that Sang Yuchu had the habit of exercising in the morning every day. It didn't take long, and Ke'er followed Yuchu to get dressed and got up.The two girls took their long swords and went out.

Yang Yanrong struggled to get out from under the bed, rubbed his sore neck, and felt that there was no place in his body that was not painless.Cursing inwardly for bad luck, he sneaked out of the room again and hurried back to his own room.The candle had already been burned out, and by the twilight of the morning sun, I took off the dusty clothes on my body, threw them aside casually, and fell asleep on the bed without caring about anything.

This sleep lasted until noon before waking up. When I opened my eyes, I saw Yu Chu standing on the head of the bed with a smile that was not a smile. She couldn't tell whether she was happy or happy. Yang Yanrong always felt that her eyes were very strange. There was a "thud" in my heart, and I thought, could it be that she found out that I drilled under the bed last night?Think about it and feel impossible.

"You've finally woken up. I've come to call you three times!" Sang Yuchu said, looking under the bed on purpose, and said, "I just found a big mouse lying under your bed! Time to catch it It, don't let it get into the bed." Then he turned and went out.

"Hiss!" Yang Yanrong sat down on the bed, and she really found out!With a wry smile, he got dressed and got up.I wondered how she actually found out?After thinking about it for a while, it suddenly dawned on me.How should I put it, Yuchu is also a generation of martial arts masters!If someone got under her bed and didn't find it, then this master's reputation would be in vain.

On the table was steaming porridge, a plate of pickles, and two steamed buns on a plate.Touch your stomach, it's already empty.After washing up, he began to sweep away the food on the table like a storm.

After a big belch, I opened the window, and the noon sun came in directly, making my body warm and indescribably comfortable.Going out to see Sang Yuchu just like that, felt embarrassed again.The apprentice who stole someone was caught and revealed himself, how could he feel embarrassed, didn't he?Although Yuchu said that Ke'er would also tell him, he still hasn't explained it clearly.

I stayed in the room for a while, and if I didn't go out again, I would feel ashamed.So what if you get caught, a big old man?She's so awkward, she's not as good as that little girl like Ke'er.

Thinking of this, his courage suddenly grew a lot.Gritting his teeth, he opened the door and walked out.

It was already noon, and there were quite a few diners in the Wangchun Building. The lobby on the first floor was almost full. There were well-dressed scholars, knight-errants with swords in their hands, rude men with bare chests and arms, and soldiers in armor. , the yamen arresters in official uniforms, men, women, old and young, tall, short, fat, thin, can be said to be of the three religions and nine classes, everything that one expects to find.The waiter in the hall kept yelling, sweating profusely.

He searched around, but couldn't find the shadow of Yuchu's master and apprentice, so he found an empty table, called Xiao Er, ordered a pot of Fen wine, and served a few small dishes, ready to appreciate the common people life.

Soon, the middle-aged man on the side aroused his interest.The middle-aged man slammed the table, shaking the wine and dishes on it.The chaotic voices all around stopped abruptly, and they all looked at the middle-aged man in unison.

This person is about 27 or [-] years old, with a square face and broad nose, sword eyebrows and tiger eyes.The long hair is casually scattered on the shoulders, which makes people look very unruly.Wearing an off-white robe, although it looks a little old, but wearing it on him, it will only feel that it matches him very well without feeling shabby.A pair of eyes that opened and closed from time to time burst out with streaks of golden light.

This person must be very human!Yang Yanrong's heart trembled!

Seeing that he had attracted everyone's attention, the middle-aged man laughed, took out a large gold ingot from his pocket, and placed it heavily on the table with a "bang", causing the table to shake uncontrollably.

There was a sound of inhalation, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this gold ingot was probably worth 50 taels.Where have you seen such a big gold ingot?Many people have a greedy light in their eyes.If you can really get this big piece of gold, it will be enough for ordinary people to enjoy it happily for ten years.

The corner of Yang Yanrong's mouth twitched slightly, this person was so sullen, he didn't know what would happen next.

The middle-aged man looked around, and Lang Sheng said: "I have heard for a long time that Fen Liquor is famous all over the world. There was a poem in the previous dynasty: It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by on the road want to die. May I ask where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. By From this we can see that the reputation of Fen Liquor is by no means in vain. Today we gather at Wangchun Tower to drink this fine Fenyang wine. How can we not have poems to accompany it? I am not talented, and I would like to use the 50 taels of gold on this table as a note , Whoever can write a good poem in the name of Fenjiu will own the gold! I wonder what you guys think?"

As soon as the middle-aged man uttered these words, countless people looked at him. This is 50 taels of gold!Spending so much money just to get a good poem, does this person think that there is nowhere to spend it?Several young masters who looked like students were eager to try, and they all wanted to take this ingot of gold into their pockets.

interesting!Yang Yanrong smiled slightly.

A young man in his twenties waved his folding fan gently, walked forward slowly, bowed to the middle-aged man, smiled and said: "This brother invites you! The student is not talented, I would like to compose a poem. ", and said to the surrounding groups, and continued: "Please appreciate it."

All the people in the hall applauded loudly, and they all looked at what good poems this young man could make.

The young master walked slowly for a few steps, thought for a moment, clapped his hands together, and said yes, then opened his mouth and chanted: "I look nostalgic on the ancient road on the way to Jin, and the autumn is rustling in the Maple Leaf Pavilion. I want to find wine and ask travelers, but I hope Spring first floor.".This poem expresses the mood of a wanderer who is on a journey and homesick.Although the confrontation is not too neat, what is rare is the profound artistic conception.The whole poem does not mention Fenjiu, but in the last two sentences, it vaguely states that the first wine in Wangchunlou is Fenjiu, and secretly praises Wangchunlou.

Yang Yanrong also nodded involuntarily, this person is not too stupid.

The middle-aged man laughed, poured a glass of wine for the young gentleman, and said: "Although it's not quite to my liking, I'd like to toast you with a glass of thin wine."

The young man also knew that he was not very talented, so he politely took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, making a show of shame, and then turned back to his seat.

The young master made a good start, and the scholars in the hall all came forward to show off their poems.

One of the old scholar's poems aroused Yang Yanrong's admiration, and he chanted: "The nectar hall is barren and the method of brewing is sparse, and the spring bird persuades to carry the pot. The wine man is easy to run and the spring horse. Have you ever been to the depths of the apricot blossoms?" "

"Hmm! It really is a good poem." The middle-aged man admired and said with a smile: "Today is full of guests, and there are good poems and wines. It is really a great joy in life! Who will own this gold ingot in the end will be up to everyone Let's decide!"The middle-aged man was majestic, burly, and generous. No matter who wrote the poems, no matter whether they were good or bad, he always greeted them with a smile, and praised him from time to time, showing a broad mind and tolerance.Yang Yanrong couldn't help feeling more fond of him. Although he doesn't know how to compose poems, he has memorized a lot of poems in his head.

Walking forward, he smiled and said, "Brother Tai is really elegant! Although I am not talented, I can still write a poem. Let everyone comment and see if this piece of gold will follow into my pocket. "

He had an easy-going tone and a smile on his face. Seeing that what he said was interesting, everyone laughed out of good intentions.

Someone below kept urging: "Young master, quickly tell about your masterpiece, and the piece of gold will belong to you. Don't forget to invite everyone to drink."

"Hehe! Definitely, definitely! Don't worry, big guys, I really want to order today's drink!"

"Haha, thank you so much, Young Master!" Everyone echoed in unison, hoping that someone would get that piece of gold, but they didn't feel jealous at all.Yang Yanrong knew that the folk customs at this time were simple and honest, although most people in the hall wanted that piece of gold, they would not engage in the act of forcibly asking for it.

With a slight smile, he searched in his mind for a moment, and suddenly a good word came to mind.

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