When Yang Yuanliang returned home, Wang Qiuping asked with concern: "Xianggong, what did the Son of Heaven call you to do in the palace?" Yang Yuanliang said as he walked: "It's nothing important, just give me one to do, by the way, in order to test my talent, I pushed the general." ”

"Ahh Wang Qiuping looked at Yang Yuanliang in disbelief, and Wuliang scolded him and said, "You stupid, it's a great honor for the Son of Heaven to do this for you." How did you push it?"

"That's not the life I want!" After Yang Yuanliang finished speaking, the two women chattered non-stop in Yang Yuanliang's ear.

"I think next year I'll have to be a big guy. Let's go to bed early. Yang Yuan said good and bad, and let the two women quiet down.

At night, lying in bed, Yang Yuanliang looked at the stars outside the window. "It's not easy to live again. I am not the filial son and grandson of the Dacheng Dynasty. I know I didn't copy the poems. Now I can't go back. ”

Complain and complain, life goes on. In this Dynasty, Emperor Ajian is heaven. This is not the offspring of a civilized society. Nothing will allow you to earn a few bucks to live peacefully at home.

Yang Yuanliang had already seen through all this. If Mrs. Wang resigned and went home in her old age, in the coming decades, there would be no generous protection, and Yang Yuan would be well received.

"The zeitgeist is irreversible. In the Feng'a society, in the family world, the scholar and the imperial family are the first group and the most honorable people. The next day, Yang Yuanliang woke up, lay on the bed and said something that Wang Qiuping didn't understand. Wang Qiuping touched Yang Yuanliang's head. "Is Xiang Gong talking about a dream, or is it nonsense?"

Yang Yuanliang grabbed Wang Qiuping's hand and said, "If you go there as a big man, will you be the most leisurely?" Wang Qiuping replied without hesitation: "Of course, he is the envoy of the great lord of Feng Ajian. He didn't have to go to court. He does what he says. ”

Yang Yuanliang pointed to himself and said, "Do you think I don't look like the Lord of Feng'a?" Wang Qiuping also smiled: "Maybe it will be possible in the future!" Now Emperor Adi can give you a sixth-class official at most, and if the emperor reuses you in the future, and it is enough to endure decades of seniority, you can almost go back and forth to seal Ajian.

Seven big and fat men, four men and three women, are the backbone members of the Linglong Poetry Society. They have nothing else to do. They just come to play and increase their feelings. This was common among the literati.

After Dapeng lost his friend, he was in a bad mood. After playing for a while, he wrote a few poems, and suddenly cried: "Jiang Meimei, why are you crying?" Yang Yuanliang went to see him, and the big fat shouted: "If only my two good brothers were here." ”

Everyone was silent. One of them died, and the other fled to the cold north. Now he didn't know where he was going, so he left Dapeng. When he saw that all the people were playing so loudly, he couldn't help but cry sadly in his heart.

Death cannot be resurrected, and Luo Xuejun has also been duly rewarded. Don't feel too sorry for Jiang Meimei!" Yang Yuanliang could only persuade him kindly, and Dapeng wiped his tears. "Excuse me, Yaxing, I'm going home now. I decided not to take the exam. I'm going to practice my martial arts and kill more northern cold dogs in the sand of the future. ”

After Dapeng left, everyone was a little disappointed. Dapeng's talent is not very good, but the staff is very good. Another son, named Ma, said enthusiastically in order to make everyone happy: "On the first day of next month, Lin'an Thirty-six Square chose the head of this flower, and you can naturally go and watch it." ”

It was a beautiful thing for literati to go to the building, to show their talents, to recite the first cards against a girl who had never been welcome, to play the piano and fu poems to show grace, and not in bed.

When Yang Yuanliang first went to the building, it was for the dirty things on the bed. When he heard the man talk about Qinglou, Yang Yuanliang said, "I'm not going!"

Wang Qiuping coughed twice in embarrassment: "If you go with Mr. Ma, it's not impossible, just remember to go home at night!" Wang Qiuping didn't want to be told that she was too strict. In front of outsiders, Wang Qiuping gave Yang Yuanliang a face.

"It's the solution. We'll go and see it on the first day of next month. Whoever can get the Queen of Flowers will invite the master to drink! After Yang Yuanliang talked to everyone about other things for a while, he took everyone to the Taihe Hotel for a meal, and then dispersed.

After dinner, Yang Yuanliang took Wang Qiuping home, stood at the door, and did not go in, "I'll go to Shangyulou to learn piano, and I'll come back later!" Wang Qiuping held his hand. "I'll teach you at home. Why do I have to go?"

"The money is gone, and the piano is still there. Even if I don't chase it, I'm going to get it back today!" Wang Qiuping let go after listening to Yang Yuanliang's words, and told him to take the piano back in the future and not to leave again.

Yang Yuanliang walked on the streets of Lin'an and looked around. Lin'an is still very busy. When he walked past the corner building, Yang Yuanliang never forgot to look inside, and he didn't see the girl who looked like a boy.

After arriving at Shangyu Tower, Yang Yuanliang lost his way in the process of learning piano. At first, he studied piano in order to pass the exam and met the girl around the corner of the palace. Now, Yang Yuanliang's mentality has changed dramatically. He didn't know what he could do when he saw the girl.

After learning the piano, in the laughter of a group of children, Yang Yuanliang walked on the busy street with the piano in his arms. Suddenly, Yang Yuanliang stopped, raised his head and sighed at the sky. "It's better to miss each other. I'm not Yang Guowei. She is not a Douluo person. This is Dacheng, not a republic. ”

At that moment, it began to rain in the sky, and the cold rain hit Yang Yuanliang's face, which made Yang Yuanliang feel a little cold. As the saying goes, an autumn rain and a cool rain. It's now over the eighth month of the lunar calendar. On the calendar of posterity, it is almost October now.

"The cold rain slapped his face indiscriminately, and warm tears were mixed with cold rain...... Yang Yuanliang sang a song that no one had heard in this era, and braved the heavy rain to go home.

In the middle of the night, "What a heavy head!" Nasal congestion!" After the rain, Yang Yuanliang caught a cold and lay on the bed with no strength. The next morning, Lang Jun, who was invited, didn't know what medicine Yang Yuanliang had taken for him. Yang Yuanliang felt bitter in his mouth.

"It's raining so hard I don't know how to hide!" Wang Qiuping was in the room, sitting by the small stove and cooking medicine. On the other side, she blamed Yang Yuanliang who was lying on the bed.

Now the house is filled with the smell of Chinese medicine, "I thought it was going to rain!" Yang Yuanliang argued that he was physically strong, and even if he had a cold, there was nothing wrong with it.

But Yang Yuanliang overlooked one thing. This is Dachen. The level of medical care is not very developed. There is no good cure for colds, and the wind and cold can really kill people.

Yang Yuanjiao is Yang Yuanliang took a stack of paintings and picked four for Su Si. Seuss looked at the picture in front of him. "Master, this machine has a strange shape, but it is not difficult to manufacture. I don't understand how it works. ”

Yang Yuanliang sneezed, rubbed his nose and said, "This is for distillation and purification." It's not the kind of physical transmission machine you've learned. You just have to do it by the size. The last time you gave your recipe, were you steelmaker?"