In Fengyang, no one who is an official, a Jia, or a merry scholar who walks around the scene doesn't know "Yujing Tower".

There is a great deal of talk and laughter, and there is no white ding, saying that it is a green building, it is better to say that it is a high-end club.

Therefore, this place is not as red lanterns as most people imagine, and there are **** bustards shuttling around and receiving visitors attentively.

In fact, this is a small garden, there are four or five courtyards, which are all in the shape of Jiangnan gardens, rockeries, lotus ponds, pavilions and pavilions, one step at a time, elegant and clean.

In a retreat in the deepest part of "Yujing Building", an old man with gray hair is sitting cross-legged on the bed, sitting in front of a small table. Opposite him, a woman in yellow sits, and a guqin is placed on the small table in front of him.

The old man was dressed in a white-washed cotton cloth, and his hair was scattered and hung down over his shoulders.

On the top of the stall, this small note with pink and gold flowers, the exquisite inkstone has been full of a pool of ink, shining brightly.

The incense burner next to it has a curling green smoke floating up, the fragrance is refreshing, and the room of Zhilan is about to refer to this place.

This man looked to be about fifty years old, with a handsome face and good facial features, but he was a rare beautiful man. And the heavy bookish atmosphere between the eyebrows added an elegant demeanor to him.

He slowly rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, lifted a tube of sheep's hair, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the paper, "The cold lamp of the inn is full of tears", so that he could write a beautiful book in one hand. At first glance, it is a good hand who has been immersed in calligraphy for many years.

Although the words are beautiful, but when this person writes, every word and sentence seems to have exhausted all his strength, and the ink on the paper wants to penetrate the back of the paper.

It took a lot of work to finish writing this line of poetry.

When the placket was finished, his right hand stopped, apparently not knowing what to do next.

There is also a slight sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Hey, poetry is not what I'm good at." The man sighed, put the pen down, and touched his chin.

The chin was smooth, and there was not a single whisker in sight.

At this time, the woman in yellow on the opposite side smiled: "My father-in-law is in a mess, it is better to let the concubine stroke the piano and calm down." ”

"Indeed, Yang Ze is really a little messed up in his heart. Moreover, poetry is the voice of the heart, and when he was studying in the study hall in the capital, Yang Ze was also quite famous in poetry, which can be said to be a pen. But in recent years, it has been difficult to write, and I have not been writing poetry for a long time. Looking back now, it was really a teenager who was full of poetry. It can be seen that poetry is such a thing, and the older you get, the more you can't do it. This time, Yu Ren, you are only afraid that you will be defeated by Gu Hengbo...... It's been a few days since I've heard your tunes, so listen to them. The old man couldn't help but sigh.

That's right, this person is Yang Ze, the eunuch of the Zhongdu garrison.

Unlike Sun Yuan who heard the scholars in the teahouse say that the garrison eunuch Yang Ze was a rude villain, the Yang Ze in front of him has a good demeanor and temperament, and his demeanor is elegant and graceful.

In fact, the eunuchs who can be at the level of the thirteen eunuchs in the inner palace are all talents. First of all, you have to study in the inner study hall for ten years before you are assigned to work in the major yamen. The inner study hall is a school specially set up for eunuchs, and the lecturers are all ministers and Hanlin bachelors. I don't know how much better education I received than ordinary scholars, and any of the eunuchs who graduated from it, if they participated in the imperial examination, the middle jinshi would not dare to say it, but it was easy to get a meritorious name.

"Yes, father-in-law." The woman in yellow suddenly moved, the slender and slender fingers of her right hand were quickly rounded, and the thin clothes on her body were also spread out due to the rotation, and a full and wonderful woman's body loomed in this pale yellow, but it was extremely attractive.

In the fluttering black hair, on a face that is so beautiful that people can't breathe, the two points of lacquer-like black eyes are unusually smart.

The sound of this piano is like a mountain stream flowing water, although it is subtle, but it is endless, and it turns a thousand times.

Yang Ze showed a pleasant smile on his face, slowly stretched out his hand to touch the back of Shao Yuren's hand, and couldn't help but say: "Good piano, good natural sound, only your hands can play it." ”

An inconspicuous trace of a complicated expression flashed between Shao Yuren's eyebrows, which was both grateful, disgusted, and even a hint of annoyance. But the expression only flickered, and then disappeared.

Obviously, this is a woman who is very good at disguising herself.

However, the charm in the sound of the piano is gone.

"Qin is the voice of the heart, what do you think about Yu Ren?" Yang Ze asked.

Shao Yuren's eyes were a little flustered, but he quickly calmed down and said: "It's not a competition on the night of the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, but there is a new poem from my father-in-law, and the concubine is not afraid." ”

"No, no, no, I'm afraid it's not good." Yang Ze shook his head and laughed: "Others call me an ancestor, and they also have a lot of flattery for our family, and in the mouths of their godsons, they praise our family as Li Qinglian's reincarnation." But you know that Hou Fangyu is a poet and writer of the younger generation of my dynasty, a first-class character, and our family is much worse than him. There is Gu Hengbo again, this time, I am afraid that I will wronged you. ”

Shao Yu said: "The father-in-law's care for the concubine is remembered by Yu Ren, but it is just a small competition. Besides, after the New Year, the concubine will marry her father-in-law, and if the oiran is not an oiran, what does it have to do with the concubine. ”

"Yu Ren, you are really our family's interpretation flower, if you have a wife like this, what more can you ask for." Yang Ze played with Shaoyuren's slender jade hand for a long time before he sighed: "This is not a competition at all. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Ze showed a hint of hideousness on his face: "You also know that since Your Majesty ascended the throne, he has worked hard to govern the country. Cheer up. It's a pity that he was deceived by the difficult people in the DPRK and China, and the East Factory and Jinyi Wei were abolished, so that the monarchy did not stand. In view of this, in recent years, His Majesty has begun to reuse Zhongguan and intends to re-establish the factory bureau. In this way, it is a taboo for the courtiers. I think back then, our family was valued by His Majesty. Because of this, he was victimized by a traitor and was sent to this Fengyang to guard the mausoleum. ”

In this way, the civil officials still refused to let go. Since the day our family came to Fengyang, the governor Yang Yipeng has been afraid of our family, he wants to win or lose with me in everything, and he always wants to make our family embarrassed in front of the world. Up to now, it doesn't matter if I, Yang Ze, am scolded as an old thief, but I have become a laughing stock in other people's mouths. ”

"This time, he's going to give me a big face. It's a pity that there are a few people in the world whose poetry can be compared to Hou Fangyu, and our family is really going to knock out the front teeth and swallow blood! Speaking of this, Yang Ze clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth loudly: "Yu Ren, you said that you were unwell and didn't want to participate in this competition, and our family can understand." What's the point of a losing game? However, if I don't even have the courage to shine the knife and fight hard, won't I lose my ambition, and how can I dominate my subordinates? Therefore, even if you lose this game, you have to bite the bullet. Yuren, my heart is confused, and I can't make new poems. If you really can't do it, you can use old songs and old lyrics to deal with it. ”

When Shaoyu heard Yang Ze say this, there was a trace of helplessness and unwillingness in his expression, but in a blink of an eye, he bowed slightly: "Yes, the slave family will do their best." ”

The eunuchs are all narrow-minded, and Yang Ze is no exception, and slapped a few people fiercely: "Yang Yipeng, old thief, our family is going to carry this scene, let's see!" ”

Shao Yu still sat there, quietly looking at Yang Gonggong, and didn't say a word.