Early in the morning, the old Confucian had just sprinkled some mustard into the porridge, and the disciple who had just returned from outside hurried into the house. "Zhongsu, what's the matter, so flustered."

"Sir, look, this is a poem that came out yesterday, and now the scholars in the Beijing division are vying to circulate it."

"Words? Now I don't want to do this, you can learn the art of making well, and you can live the spring and say, this is a poem......" The old Confucian smiled and took the word handed over by the young man. I had some porridge on my hand and subconsciously wiped it on the paper.

"Northern Scenery ......" The old Confucian read a few words, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed: "Good words! Which talented person filled in Qin Yuanchun, he really deserves to be a masterpiece. "The old Confucian thinks that he doesn't have this level, not because he doesn't have enough words, but because he doesn't have that kind of pride.

"But ......"

The old Confucian shook his head, "This person who wrote the lyrics, this king's domineering spirit ......" He raised his head and asked, "Do you know who filled in this poem?" ”

"Sir, it was Lord Yang Fan who filled in the Jixian residence yesterday, and Liu Zijun was present at that time, so as soon as this word came out, it spread among the scholars today."

The old Confucian blushed, this person was the old student who was humiliated by Yang Fan in the city, so he couldn't help but be angry, picked up the word, tore it up and threw it to the ground, and said angrily: "What a broken word, I think he Yang Fan wants to be the king and hegemon, fill in such rebellious words, and slander Genghis Khan, this Qin Emperor Han Wu, Tang Zong and Song Ancestors were all ridiculed by him, not to be the king and hegemon, so what?" ”

The student on one side said respectfully, "Sir, don't be angry. But it's a really good word, and you can see it when you look at the title. ”

The old Confucian remembered that the paper had been torn by himself, so he asked, "What is the topic?" ”

"Emperor Song."

The old man with his hands on his back was angry, and couldn't help but laugh angrily: "It turns out that he is also a bastard who slaps horses, hum, yes, yes." Zhongsu, this poem can only be used as a preference, and if you can't get into the top three, how many romantic and talented people, chanting poems are right, and you are still dressed in cloth when you turn your head. You can recite the eight-strand text that Mr. asked you to recite yesterday. ”

The young man arched his hand and nodded in response.

……

No matter how the Jingshi spreads, this Tianjin Wei didn't know what words Yang Fan filled in there yesterday, and when Yang Fan arrived at Tianjin Wei with five hundred brocade guards and the 30,000 refugees, it was already evening. Hundreds of large tents were erected and stationed on the outskirts of Tianjin Wei, and Yang Fan took Liu Hui and Zhang Yao into the city to visit.

Li Banghua, the governor of Tianjin, took a group of officials out of the city to greet him, and before he could say a word, he took Yang Fan and others to the restaurant. Li Yuhuan and Sun Yi followed behind Yang Fan and entered the city as soon as they arrived. After Yang Fan whispered a few words in Liu Hui's ear, he entered the big restaurant in Tianjin City with Li Banghua and them.

"Lord Yang, I received the news yesterday that you are coming. Xiaguan operated overnight, specially for you to pick up the wind and wash the dust here. Li Banghua smiled and arched his hand.

"Lord Li is polite, I'm just borrowing, and I'm going to go to sea tomorrow, and I'm really sorry to let a few adults go through a lot of trouble like this."

"Lord Yang is polite, what is this?" Although the area of Tianjin Wei is small, it is full of human affection. Li Banghua raised his glass and smiled: "Come, colleagues, I will wait for a glass to Lord Yang." He smiled and raised his glass, "Lord Yang has worked hard for the country and has gone overseas, which is really a model for us." ”

"I'll wait for a glass of Lord Yang." Colleagues in Tianjin officialdom stood up and raised their glasses together, Yang Fan knew that Li Banghua was patting himself on the back, but he couldn't say anything, so he smiled and said: "Governor Li's kindness is received, but I don't know if there is one thing that can help him?" ”

"Lord Yang, please speak." Yesterday, Sun Chengzong wrote that he and Sun Lao had a reason, since Sun Chengzong was optimistic about this Yang Jue, Li Banghua naturally could not dismantle the stage. Although he didn't have to go out of the city to greet him in person, he still went, wanting to leave a good impression on Yang Fan. Is the future really as Sun Lao said, at least this move can be dropped first.

"These 30,000 refugees are currently in short supply of food and grass, can Master Li provide some funding?"

Li Banghua was stunned for a moment and said, "It turns out that Lord Yang came here to borrow grain." With all due respect, in this Tianjin Wei, you don't want to buy it. This boundary is originally small, and the rice and grain are all from Shandong. Now that the Dengzhou rebellion has not been quelled, even the food and salary supplied here have become a problem, so the lord should not give him a problem. ”

Yang Fan's face did not change and said: "Lord Li is too worried, I just ask." Li Banghua glanced at Yang Fan, the banquet is like officialdom, and only those who are equal in rank are qualified to interject. When Li Banghua was talking to Yang Fan, Tianjin Wei's colleagues had to say their own things, unless Li Banghua called them, otherwise they insisted on going up to interject, and they would inevitably be labeled as going to be in a higher position.

"Have you ever thought about why you proposed to immigrate to Luzon this time, and no one objected from the Holy Sect to the Six Branches?" Li Banghua is not a teenager in the officialdom, and Xiao Jiujiu can still understand this. Yang Fan said: "Those people in Jingshi can't wait to never return to Jingshi, so naturally they won't stop them." ”

Li Banghua said: "In fact, the most important thing is no longer here. It's the sir, you took a paper that should have been thought of by the saint and answered by the Jingguan. Those refugees are really shaan, I don't have to say it, it's a big deal to label them as chaotic people, and the blame will naturally not fall on these Beijing officials. But since these tens of thousands of refugees have arrived in Shuntianfu, no matter how much the saint turns a blind eye and dies tens of thousands of people, it is still a matter of anger and resentment. And at this time, you took over this hot potato, and I have to say, you are merciful. ”

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "What Master Li said about compassion, why doesn't it sound like a taste?" "Heh, to put it bluntly, even if the 30,000 people in your dozens of big ships die cleanly, the Holy Lord will not blame you."

Yang Fan said: "The saint can not care, of course, this is just Lord Li's speculation, those people can not care, but since Lord Li said that he is compassionate, he knows that he will not leave it alone, and I hope that the Lord will show me a clear way in this matter of food and salary." ”

Li Banghua said with a smile: "I don't dare to say that there is a clear road, but there is a way out." Since the lord insisted on doing so, and then make plans when he got to Jiangnan, these 30,000 refugees may still have a glimmer of life, otherwise, ......" he shook his head, "It's better to sink into the sea." Take another 10,000 steps back and say......" Li Banghua leaned into Yang Fan's ear.

"Whether those 30,000 people really arrived in Luzon, the saint will not go back to check, and those people from the six departments will not check, let the lord say it." Li Banghua said this, believing that Yang Fan understood what he meant, so he didn't say more.

Yang Fan stared at the wine glass in his hand, turned it around for a long time, and said slowly: "Master Li is worthy of being an old ginger, very spicy." His smile is like a knife in winter, cold and stinging.

Li Banghua smiled like a flower, and said modestly: "Awards, awards." ”