Early the next morning.

The continuous drizzle shrouded the entire Bianjing City.

The drizzle and breeze rushed into the people's homes, sending a hint of coolness and a hint of chill.

The peddlers, pawns, dignitaries and nobles in Bianjing City not only did not hide at home by this cold, but ran in a hurry.

With the traffickers, pawns and dignitaries running, the poem "Breaking the Array" written by Yang Yansi in Changle Fang has become popular throughout Bianjing City.

In the 5,000-year history of China, there has never been a shortage of prodigies.

Every time a prodigy appears, it attracts everyone's attention.

People are always jealous and use the performance of prodigies to spur their offspring.

There is no doubt that Yang Yansi has become a prodigy in the eyes of everyone.

Changle Fang spent a lot of money and invited a master with high calligraphy attainments to write down the poems written by Yang Yansi, frame them and hang them in the hall.

For a time, all the good deeds in the city got into Changle Fang.

Someone wants to write a poem, intending to teach a good job and take the opportunity to gain a good reputation.

Some people were malicious and wanted to pick a little thorn in it to add a little blockage to Yang Yansi.

In short, in this turmoil that caused a sensation in the whole city, Changle Fang gradually rose and began to break away from the category of low entertainment venues, and began to develop in the direction of theme clubs dominated by literati and scholars.

I don't know when it began, literati began to like to compete for poetry in Changle Fang, and even took pride in hanging poems in Changle Fang.

The excitement in Changle Fang seems to have also spread to Tianbo Yang Mansion.

Yang Ye, who had been in the army for a day, heard about Princess Qingyu's visit when he returned to the house, and it seemed that he had a poem to give to him.

Princess Qingyu is also a believer, she did copy the poems written by Yang Yansi, and then framed them and gave them to Yang Ye.

Yang Ye held the scroll in his hand and learned that the poem on the scroll was written by Yang Yansi, not to mention how excited.

From the moment I got the poem to now, the smile on my mouth has never broken.

In addition, Princess Qingyu was by the side, and Uncle Yang kept screaming, not to mention how proud Yang Ye was.

At this moment, Yang Ye felt that he had more face, and he had more face than he won the battle.

As soon as Yang Ye was happy, the issue of Yang Yansi's grounding was naturally solved.

Yang Yande, who was guarding the door of Yang Yansi, had already led the strong men to the barracks, and the elusive Yang Yanhui no longer appeared.

This made Yang Yansi breathe a sigh of relief.

Yang Yansi breathed a sigh of relief, but some people had a headache because of it.

Zhao Guangyi sat in the vertical arch hall, holding a pen in his hand, writing on paper.

A stick of incense time, a piece of paper is full of words, and a beautiful flying white hand looks very pleasing to the eye.

"Your Majesty's handwriting is so beautiful......"

Wang Jien, who was waiting beside Zhao Guangyi, nodded and praised on the side.

Zhao Guangyi threw down the pen and scolded: "You old dog, you don't know a word, what do you know......"

Wang Jien was scolded, not only was he not angry, but he seemed even happier, and said with a smile: "The old slave naturally doesn't know how to read, and no one in the palace dares to read." However, the old slave has been by His Majesty's side for a long time, and he can see that those words are good-looking and those words are not good-looking. ”

The eunuchs and maids in the palace are all people who serve the emperor, and the weak-willed ones are easy to be bribed, thus betraying some of the emperor's secrets.

Therefore, in order to avoid the spread of the affairs of the palace, when selecting eunuchs and palace maids, they all looked for some illiterate ones.

Zhao Guangyi shook his head with a smile, "I know what my words are." What gave me a headache was this poem......"

"What's wrong with this poem?"

Zhao Guangyi held the poem in his hand and sighed: "From the perspective of poetry alone, this poem is indeed a rare masterpiece. It's just that with it appearing, I have one more trouble. ”

Zhao Guangyi pointed to the fold placed in the corner of the imperial case.

"These twists and turns are all to invite Yang Yansi to enter Taixue as a doctor."

Zhao Guangyi shook his head and said: "There is also a rumor that appeared with this poem, some people said that Yang Yansi was going to study at Yuelu Academy. These Taixue doctors were anxious when they heard this...... One by one, they are jumping up and down, looking for all kinds of relationships to hand me folds, words, and notes! There are also a few old people who actually threaten me with resignation! ”

"A fourteen-year-old doll, if he is made a doctor of Taixue, wouldn't it be a laughing Chinese culture that no one can use?"

Wang Jien has been following Zhao Guangyi for a long time, and he knows a little bit about Zhao Guangyi.

Zhao Guangyi is indeed keen and studious, and he can't let go of the book.

That's a good thing, but on some levels, it's not a good thing.

It is precisely because Zhao Guangyi is studious that Zhao Guangyi believes in his heart that the sea of knowledge in the world is broad and profound. He did not think that a fourteen-year-old child, in terms of learning, would surpass the scholars who were older than him.

It is precisely because of this stubborn thinking that Zhao Guangyi does not like prodigies.

The year before last, during the palace exam, two lifters submitted their papers in advance, which made Zhao Guangyi very unhappy.

Zhao Guangyi thought that these two lifters looked down on themselves and felt that their questions were not deep enough, so they submitted the papers in advance. In the end, the two were dismissed.

From this, Zhao Guangyi's conceit also appeared.

He believed that anyone younger than him was not as well educated as he was.

Therefore, during the Taizong Dynasty of the Northern Song Dynasty, it was basically difficult for prodigies to get ahead, and even if they did, they would be suppressed.

The only exception is Kou Zhun, a monster who likes to drink vinegar.

It's a pity that the current Kou Zhun has not participated in the imperial examination, and he is still studying hard at home. So far, there hasn't been a prodigy out of the ordinary.

Wang Jien understood that Zhao Guangyi didn't like the prodigy's thoughts, so he guessed that it was impossible for Yang Yansi to enter Taixue and become a doctor of Taixue.

"Your Majesty, General Yang Ye has been on the border for many years and has made many military exploits, so it is better to think about his merits with the country, and give an official body to the seven boys of the Yang family, so that he can hone it for a few years."

Zhao Guangyi thought about it for a while, felt that it was feasible, and was just about to say yes, when he saw "Breaking the Array" on the table, and saw the sentence "But the king is in the world, and it happens in vain".

"You old dog, I almost believed you. Yang Aiqing longs for a scholar in her family, and she is almost looking forward to it. finally came up with one, and then sent it to the army, Yang Aiqing felt so uncomfortable. ”

Wang Jien grinned, "That's not as good as this, anyway, that kid has passed the three assessments of Taixue, and he can already block Shen Lun's mouth, so he will be allowed to enter Taixue as a student, and let Shen Lun's old guy take good care of this kid." After a few years of training, this kid will definitely become a help for His Majesty. ”

"That's a good idea, just do as you say. You go and pass the decree to Taixue, and by the way, prepare some gifts for me, and I plan to go around the generals' mansions. ”

Wang Jien smiled happily and withdrew from the main hall. After some positive and negative words, he successfully helped Yang Yansi get a quota to enter Taixue.

This favor is not light.

For that big boy, Wang Jien likes it from the bottom of his heart.

Wang Jien is illiterate, but Wang Jien has ears and can listen. After he knew that the poem written by Zhao Guangyi was written by Yang Yansi, there was a conversation just now.