"Nothing ......"

Yang Yansi denied it, but Lu Duan didn't speak, just laughed with a wine glass.

Princess Qingyu hugged Cao Lin with a big grin, "Sister Lin'er, you came so late, but you have to be punished for drinking......"

Cao Lin smiled lightly, didn't shirk, picked up the horn cup, and toasted three cups in a row.

"Come on, now that everyone has arrived, let's continue the game just now."

Princess Kiyoyu announced loudly, and the scene became noisy again.

Yang Yansi roughly observed, there is a kind of meaning of beating drums and passing flowers, choose a proposition, and everyone begins to chant poems or sentences with propositions, which must be adapted to the situation. If it's wrong, or if the poem isn't appropriate enough for the occasion, you'll be punished with a glass of wine.

The title seems to be 'Wing Chun'.

Princess Qingyu started her head, and her jade hand pinched the chopsticks horizontally, knocking on the cup in front of her.

Dingdingding......

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is the ......"

When it was Cao Lin's turn, she smiled lightly: "The flowers are gradually becoming charming, and the asakusa can have no horseshoe......"

"A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallows peck the spring mud ......"

"Two orioles are singing cuili, and a line of egrets is in the sky......"

……

All the way, it was Lu Duan's turn, he stroked his beard, and said indifferently: "I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors......"

The next Yang Yansi, he was prepared, and chanted: "The spring breeze is on the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me......"

One sentence fell, and the audience was in an uproar.

Princess Qingyu was almost out of breath with a smile, everyone was laughing, and Lu Duan was also covering her mouth and snickering.

Only another scholar in the audience who was a little older shook his head and praised him.

"Good poetry, good poetry...... What we chant today is a collection of poems of the sages, and if we are composing poems, this sentence will definitely overwhelm the others. ”

Hearing this person's explanation, Yang Yansi realized that they had already agreed that they were not allowed to compose poems today, and they could only deal with it with a collection of sage poems.

"A glass of wine."

Yang Yansi was not hypocritical, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and the color behind it was strange.

The taste of this wine is sour, sweet, and mixed with a smell of wine. It doesn't feel like wine to him, it's more like a drink.

The crowd continued, and after chanting the 'Wing Chun' poems all the way, they began to chant the 'Wing Ha' verses again.

In Yang Yansi's mind, there were only a few poems before the Song Dynasty, which had been sung by others from the beginning, and when it was his turn, he could only drink with his head bored.

The noise in the wing room here was so loud that it naturally affected the next room.

In the next room, there were several Taixue students and a doctor of Taixue, all of whom were holding paintbrushes and squatting at the door of the wing, all studying the sketches on it.

For many people, painting needs a quiet environment, otherwise the painting will easily lose its charm.

Hearing the noise next door, Dr. Taixue frowned and summoned the maid who was waiting outside the door.

"You, go next door and remind them, don't be noisy and disturb others."

The maid bowed down shallowly and said softly: "This official, there are some people with status next door, and the slave and maid may not be used if they go, or you should go over and persuade you?" ”

"Someone with status?" Doctor Taixue Painting said irritably: "What's wrong with people with status? Even His Majesty will not easily disturb them in their studies. ”

In order to gain a good reputation, Zhao Guangyi especially encouraged diligent and studious people. Not only that, Zhao Guangyi himself also practiced it, and after dealing with the busy government every day, he would hold the book and study.

Because of this, it has won a good reputation of 'keeping the book in hand'.

The maid was terrified, "Officials, the guest officials next door are noble, and the slaves and maids are just doing small business, and they really can't afford to offend." ”

"Who are they?" Doctor Taixue asked with a frown.

The maid replied, "There are Princess Qingyu of the current dynasty, Miss Cao Lin, the concubine of the Cao family, Lu Duan, the judge of Kaifeng Mansion, and the eldest son of Xue Mansion...... Yang Qigongzi of Yang Mansion ......"

"Wait!" Doctor Taixue stopped the maid from continuing, and he asked with a little eagerness: "The Yang Seventh Prince of the Yang Mansion you are talking about, but Yang Yanhei of the Tianbo Yang Mansion?" ”

The maid bowed down and said, "It is the son of Yang Yan of Tianbo Yang Mansion." ”

Doctor Taixue's eyes widened, and he threw down the paintbrush in his hand, "You all go back to Taixue with me." ”

The students were a little confused and didn't understand why the doctor was shocked.

"Sir, the disciples are still copying the paintings on the door, and this is the homework you have assigned today."

Doctor Taixue Painting blew his beard and glared, "What other paintings are you copying?" The original owners of these paintings are about to be taken away by other academies. ”

Doctor Taixue paused and pointed in the direction of Taixue and scolded.

"A group of things are not enough to succeed and more than to lose, if they really let Yang Yansi go. Lao Tzu doesn't teach too much, so it's better to go with him to Mingyuelu. ”

Dr. Taixue impatiently took out some scattered silver from his sleeve, scattered it to the maid as a reward, and led a group of Taixue students to leave in a hurry.

The maid picked up the money on the ground and waved her hand at the door, when a special servant came in to clean up, and she hurried into a hidden room in Changle Fang.

"Miss, according to what you said, I have already told all the doctors of painting in Taixue."

In the room, Chu Xing was writing and drawing on the desk, and behind her, there was an unusually large bookshelf. The bookshelves are divided into categories, and the business cards of various officials in the imperial court are written respectively.

It can be seen from the secret letters that have been placed on the bookshelf that in just seven or eight days, I have collected a lot of information when I first woke up.

Hearing the report of his subordinates, Chu Xing nodded, then pulled out a note and wrote a line on it.

"I'll find an opportunity to hand it to Childe ...... later"

The maid received the order, and took advantage of the time to go in to deliver the wine, and handed the note to Yang Yansi.

Yang Yansi secretly read the note, and a smile appeared on his face.

What he had planned seemed to be halfway there.

Since the Taixue doctors were not in a hurry under Wang Qin's appeasement, Yang Yansi lit a fire under their butts to make them impatient.

Compared with the Ph.D. in economics, the Ph.D. in arithmetic, the Ph.D. in chess, and the Ph.D. in painting are all disciplines with strong research nature.

These PhDs are often obsessed with what they are good at, and when they make a new discovery, they will haunt them like flies.

Yang Yansi didn't believe that these flies would let his piece of fresh meat slip away quietly in front of him.

Today, Cao Lin asked these talented and beautiful women related to Yuelu Academy to hold a banquet, just to send a signal to Taixue.

Lao Tzu did not have to enter Taixue, and the entire Great Song Dynasty was not the only place where Taixue spread knowledge.

Obviously, the effect is very significant, Taixue Doctor of Painting, after returning to Taixue, he will definitely tell others about this in the shortest possible time.