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"Brother Ziyan."

"Brother Ziyan, I am..."

There was a lot of excitement outside the Gongyuan in the capital, with hundreds of people coming here to register with the Ministry of Etiquette.

Thanks to the prosperity of the capital, the high-end of Fan Tower, and the more relaxed curfew policy in the capital, the story of Wang Yan's opening sermon last night at the Fan Tower where he was drinking, drinking and prostitutes was both absurd and awesome. After a night of Fermentation is now passed from person to person.

So when Wang Yan and Feng Jing came to the Gongyuan to register, the scholars who had gathered here rushed to say hello to Wang Yan and introduce themselves. Being remembered by someone like Wang Yan is truly a feeling of honor.

Because people have the most basic consensus that Wang Yan is not the same type of person as them, and is more detached from the scholar group. If it were not for some accident that led to his early demise, then judging from the current situation, Wang Yan would have a position whether it was the highest in the literary world of the Song Dynasty or the pinnacle of power among ministers.

This is a talent that cannot be extinguished.

Wang Yan is not like many frustrated celebrities in the past. It can be said that he is completely different. His calligraphy was the best in the world, and he proposed the theory of self-cultivation and governance. His teacher was a big shot like Ouyang Xiu, who was capable and well-connected. It also symbolizes the merits of the Song Dynasty’s military rule. Before he causes trouble, he is basically the current mascot of the Song Dynasty.

Under such circumstances, if he fails to pass the Jinshi exam, Zhao Zhen will have to give him a similar background as a Jinshi, and then arrange a leisurely position for him to stay in the capital, where he can write, compose poems, and entertain Zhao Zhen... …

Wang Yan smiled and handed over to everyone. Anyone who remembered their names called out to them. Everyone was happy.

"Let Brother Ziyan register first. It doesn't matter if we wait a little longer."

There are those who know how to do favors, and they take the scholars who are about to register and show their kindness to others.

Wang Yan shook his head repeatedly: "It doesn't have to be like this. There's nothing going on, so why not wait? Brother, please. I saw a few new faces. I must have just arrived in the capital. I don't know the name of this brother."

Although he always bullies others, he obviously doesn't do such dishonest things. It doesn't matter whether you register sooner or later, the main thing is continuous self-marketing among the scholar community. It’s serious business to win over people of the same generation first.

So he looked at a scholar who kept smiling at him, had a slightly Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked very upright. The whole person exuded a kind of confidence, and his eyes were quite sharp.

He smiled very kindly and was very approachable. He returned Wang Yan's greeting and said, "Suzhou Fan Chunren, courtesy name Yaofu, has met brother Ziyan."

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows, and then he looked like he suddenly understood: "It's my fault, it's because we didn't know each other when we met each other. No, no, no, it's all the fault of brother Yaofu. He was so low-key that I almost missed it." My son and brother are missing.”

Many people may not know the name Fan Chunren, but there is nothing they can do about it because his father is Fan Zhongyan. He was the second son of Fan Zhongyan. He served as prime minister twice and died during the reign of Emperor Huizong. He was also a senior figure in several dynasties. But his father is so awesome that he can’t shine even brightly.

"You said it was your fault, and you said my fault, and you, Prince, have run out of words." Fan Chunren shook his head funny, "But compared to Zi Yan, I kept a low profile. I never thought that Zi Yan had just arrived in the capital. , he caused a big stir and became famous in the capital, and he admired him."

"Brother, do you see my little brother's jokes?"

"They are all spoken from the bottom of my heart."

"Where does brother live?"

"At the Jingzhong Inn."

"My younger brother-in-law's father-in-law has a house in Beijing. The registration will be completed soon. My elder brother will live with my younger brother." Wang Yan waved his hands, not giving him a chance to refuse at all.

Of course Fan Chunren couldn't say no, and their family was certainly not poor, but when it came to saving money and spending money, no one wanted to be taken advantage of. Furthermore, he had wanted to meet Wang Yan for a long time. Now that he had met the real person, he needed to get to know him well.

Every time Ouyang Xiu wrote to his father, he always praised Wang Yan. My father would always read it with a smile, and would test him with some of Wang Yan's ideas and ask him what he thought. It's been a long time since I've had a serious relationship with God.

He immediately smiled and nodded: "That's fine."

Wang Yan pulled Feng Jing, who was following behind, to the front: "This is Jiang Xia Feng Jing, nicknamed Dangshi. Who is he? My brother has just heard it, so I won't introduce it further."

Fan Chunren had no intention of making any publicity, so Wang Yan did not introduce him to him. He only said that he was an old acquaintance.

If a family member is too dazzling, it is not a good thing for other people, but a burden. People tend to have higher requirements and expectations for him.

There is no doubt that Fan Zhongyan is an absolutely dazzling star in the world, and Fan Chunren's life is not easy.

But he himself is indeed powerful. He is only 21 years old this year, and he became a Jinshi directly by reference. At this age, he is already very young and can be described as stunningly talented.

Of course, Wang Yan, who is eighteen years old this year and nineteen next year, is even younger, so naturally he is even more stunning and talented...

It seemed that at this moment, the scholars had automatically formed a circle, and Wang Yan stood alone in the center, answering everyone's questions with a gentle smile.

People are very curious about him, he is so topical. Putting aside the issues of the new doctrine, there are many other messy things. Some asked about the family environment, some were curious about the love story with Hua Lan, and some asked about Ouyang Xiu's situation, etc.

Scholars who came to Beijing also came to register one after another. Some were unclear about the situation, and others told them to know, so they joined in.

It was so lively, and Wang Yan mingled with everyone, laughing and joking, while also showing off his talents and unleashing his personality charm to the greatest extent.

It was originally just a boring queue to register, but Wang Yan once again turned it into a sermon extravaganza. There are even more scholars present today than there were in Fanlou yesterday, and they are all from the same term.

They are also the best in their respective states and counties. Although when they go back next spring, Wang Yan's deeds in Beijing have already been reported back, but their personal accounts are always different. People will see the great respect these scholars have for Wang Yan, and over time, they will passively feel close to Wang Yan.

It wasn't until after registration and everyone dispersed that Wang Yan had a rest. He pulled Fan Chunren and Feng Jing into the carriage and drank tea.

This carriage was not as big as the one in Wang Yan's home, so it was a bit crowded with three men filling it. But after standing all day, sitting is always comfortable. Wang Yan was lying on his side in the innermost corner, with his pillow propped up on a soft cushion and his feet placed directly on the wall of the carriage. It looked awkward, but in fact it was not comfortable at all. Fan Chunren and Feng Jing, the guardians on the left and right, blocked the window.

Because the curtains of the carriage were drawn, the interior did not appear dark. Xiao Dongliang was sitting cross-legged at the door of the carriage, boiling water to make tea.

Seeing Wang Yan tilting his body and looking casual without paying any attention to etiquette, Fan Chunren shook his head and sighed: "It is not good to have too much fame. Zi Yan and his elder brother have been here for a long time, but they have been talking about it all the way to the lower office. This Only then did we finally register."

"If you have something to gain, you must have something to give up." Wang Yan said with a smile, "My dear brother, I have thought hard and spent a lot of effort to sort out the doctrine. Although the foundation is still shallow, I always want to attract some like-minded people, so that this knowledge can be carried forward. With In comparison, standing for a whole day and eating two hungry meals is not a big deal. I guess Brother Yaofu suffered some unspeakable suffering because Fan Gong's reputation was too famous. Do you feel the same way?"

Before Fan Chunren, who was smiling wryly, could speak, Feng Jing asked excitedly: "Fan Gong? But Fan Zhongyan and Fan Xianggong, who worry about the world's worries first and rejoice after the world's happiness?"

"Otherwise, who else could it be? Brother Yao is the second son of Duke Fan. In recent years, many people must have been like brothers. When they heard that Yao was the son of Duke Fan, they wanted to ask him about his talents and learning. Yao had no choice but to work hard. Study hard and don't dare to lose the reputation of Duke Fan."

"Zi Yan, I feel so miserable..." Fan Chunren nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice, "Zi Yan understands me, Zi Yan understands me..."

Seeing his mournful look, Feng Jing shook his head in amusement. Of course he knew that this was Fan Chunren's madness and it was all a joke.

He cupped his hands and asked, "I never thought that it would be Duke Fan's son in front of me. I wonder if Duke Fan is okay?"

Fan Chunren shook his head and sighed: "The root cause of the disease has never been cured. In the past few years, I have become thinner and eat less. But I am in good spirits."

According to the original history, Fan Zhongyan could live for less than four years. I'm fifty-nine now, and compared to the average age, dying in your sixties is pretty good.

The main reason is that during the Qingli New Deal, he worked hard and worked day and night. The key ended in failure before he could implement it, which seriously affected Fan Zhongyan's spirit. If not, Fan Zhongyan might have lived another ten or eight years.

Wang Yan thought for a while and said: "My little brother has some knowledge in medicine. I have treated all the neighbors in my village, and there have been no mistakes so far. I have a prescription for regulating the body. I will write it down when I get back, and my brother can send it to someone. Mr. Fan. I think Mr. Fan is also familiar with medical science. He will know if he can give it a try and make his own decision. It would be better if you teach me to consult with Mr. Fan face to face and prescribe the right prescription."

Fan Chunren smiled and nodded: "Then I'll trouble Brother Ziyan and give him a prescription to try. To be honest, my father's evaluation of Ziyan is very good. He will definitely take the prescription you prescribe." "

"But please don't." Wang Yan waved his hands, "Medical science emphasizes prescribing the right medicine, and the most important thing is dialectics. The dialectics of my little brother's theory comes from this. One disease is one disease, and one thing must be one thing."

Feng Jing praised him on the side: "I never thought that Ziyan would actually have advanced medical skills."

"You don't need to praise me when you are a worldly brother. I am eighteen years old. How can I talk about cultivation? How can I talk about proficiency? They are all immature ideas. They need to be put into practice and applied in the world before they can be summarized."

Wang Yan yawned, rubbed his stomach, and changed the subject, "I haven't eaten lunch after all, so I am really hungry."

"Master, I still have some dried meat here."

The silent Xiao Dongliang raised his head, took out an oil paper bag from his small satchel, opened it and handed it over.

"Taste the taste first, keep the extra for yourself as snacks." Wang Yan divided one piece for each, stuffed one into his own mouth and started eating, "I'll eat everything my family makes, so I'll take a bite first. I'll go back to my house later. Now, I’ll make a table of food, and the three of us can have a meal and talk.”

"Oh? Brother Ziyan can still cook?" Both of them were a little surprised.

Xiao Dongliang answered. He was very familiar with this way of bragging about his young master.

"My young master not only knows how to cook? He is worse than the cooks in Fanlou. The food in Fanlou yesterday was far less delicious than what my young master cooked. But my young master is far-sighted and has long known that there is no good food in the capital. I have brought my own cooking utensils and seasonings, and I will teach you two gentlemen how to eat well."

Seeing both of them looking at him, Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "Xiao Dongliang's words are exaggerating, but my cooking skills are indeed good, and it is indeed more delicious than Fan Lou. Just talk and don't practice the tricks. After the two brothers have tasted it, they will Got it, make sure you eat one meal and think about two meals.”

What Wang Yan said was interesting. The atmosphere in the carriage that was not very happy just now because of Fan Zhongyan's poor health and those encounters suddenly became joyful.

Scholars talked together, especially in this era when cars were far away and horses were slow, there were still many topics to talk about. For example, Fan Chunren and Feng Jing have traveled to many places, and both of them have worked. Or we can talk about knowledge, which is endless.

Just talking and laughing all the way, they went to the inn where Fan Chunren rented, took his two servants with him, and finally returned to the Sheng family's mansion in the capital before dark.

Fan Chunren lamented, just like Feng Jing yesterday, that the old Sheng family was really rich. His old Fan family were already rich, and they did not have such a big house in Beijing.

Wang Yan ignored them and walked straight to the kitchen.

The steward followed up and said: "Uncle, there are many posts today, inviting me to the banquet. But I read it again and found that most of them are local scholars from Tokyo, mainly from business families. There are no wealthy and distinguished families, but none of them. "

"Send someone to reply tomorrow. I have to visit Mr. Ouyang's friends recently, so it's not convenient for me to attend the banquet."

"Can we agree on another date?"

"It seems that there is no one in charge in the capital, and you have been calling the shots for so long that you have forgotten the ability to listen to what others say." Wang Yan smiled and patted the steward on the shoulder, "Of course there is no agreement."

The ecology of Yangzhou is different from that of Beijing. The gatherings he attended and the people he attracted were all representatives of Yangzhou in the future. As long as the majority of people agreed to one thing, they could influence the development of Yangzhou.

But the environment in Beijing is complicated. These people do have energy, but it is of little use. Their invitations were like watching monkeys. Whoever invited him would have face, which was obviously not good.

In the final analysis, Wang Yan is still too young, has no fame or official position, the influence of his theory is too small, and he has no solid supporters. His huge reputation and influence have not yet been converted into a force that can be manipulated, and he is insignificant.

But in three to five years, the people who posted him now will have to line up at the door to see him. There is no need for him to fight or win over, people with mutual interests will automatically gather around him...

Ignoring some stewards who didn't know what to do with themselves, Wang Yan turned to ask, "Did you submit a post to Gong Bao's house?"

"Bao Gong promised that we can go there tomorrow afternoon."

"Go and get settled in with brother Yaofu."

Wang Yan got into the kitchen, without any secrets, invited the Sheng family's cook to cook together, and directly taught him the cooking skills. This thing is to teach a group of people and make everyone feel comfortable.

It's just that Wang Yan didn't promote it intentionally, because the people don't need it very much. It's hard to eat pickles, and there's not enough oil and water, so why talk about cooking. And he can eat it himself, so there is no need to worry.

In Yangzhou, Ouyang Xiu and the Sheng family's cooks all learned at Wang Yan's family. They mastered everything from cooking utensils to seasonings and were pretty good at cooking.

Although Sheng Hong has no business acumen, he never forgets the big house if he has good things to do. After greeting Wang Yan, he trained the chef of the Sheng family's main house. Now the Sheng Family Dafang has opened a restaurant in Youyang and is making money, which was what happened before he came...

Wang Yan is cooking here, while Xiao Dongliang is directing people to cook barbecue. Xiao Dongliang loves to eat grilled mutton kebabs. Wang Yan made them a lot in Yangzhou, and the little boy has perfected his barbecue skills...

Not surprisingly, his cooking and Xiao Dongliang's barbecue received high praise from Fan Chunren and Feng Jing. If we continue to talk loudly together, we will get drunk if we don’t feel it...

Early the next morning, Feng Jing and Fan Chunren sat at the dinner table rubbing their heads in pain.

Feng Jing let out a long sigh and said to Wang Yan, whose hair was disheveled: "Zi Yan mistook me. I came here to be clean so that I could study and study, but I never thought that I would end up drunk for two days in a row."

"Zi Yan, the scientific examination is the most important thing." Fan Chunren nodded repeatedly.

"Obviously the two elder brothers were drinking with the younger brother, but now the younger brother is to be blamed for his sobriety. This is really..." Wang Yan looked down on these two guys, and they talked very secretly while drinking.

"It's not like we drink and have fun all day long. Once or twice now and then, it's nothing serious. Come, two brothers, have some porridge. Eat something light. It will refresh your soul."

Fan Chunren yawned loudly, then blew on the hot porridge and asked, "Where are Ziyan going today?"

"My master Ouyang Gong has many friends in Beijing, so I must pay my respects. Yesterday I sent a message to Gong Bao and I will go to my house this afternoon. Do you want your two brothers to go with you?"

Fan Chunren nodded, but Feng Jing seemed to be hesitant when he spoke: "I'm afraid it won't be good if I take people with me without saying anything..."

"What did Brother Shi say that Bao Gongan could do so little? Just go with him."

Now Lao Bao is the deputy envoy of the Household Department of the Third Division, with a high position and a good reputation. Young scholars all respect this kind of person, and anyone who has the opportunity wants to meet him.

Feng Jingdu has made it clear that he wants to go. His relationship is not as strong as Wang Yan's, so he will definitely go if he has the chance. Big bosses all like talented young people. Although Feng Jing is not as awesome as Wang Yan, he is not bad, but he just pretends to refuse.

"Let's go together." Fan Chunren said, "I have also received help from my father and want to pay a visit to Mr. Bao. I will say it even if you don't mention it."

"That's very good." Wang Yan nodded with a smile.

The three of them had breakfast, tidied up a bit, and then asked each other about topics. One person wrote a policy essay, circulated it to each other, and the whole morning was consumed.

After having lunch again, I guessed that Lao Bao was almost done with his lunch break, so he set off to visit his family...

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