It seems that the Yang family has inherited the command of the Zhejiang Metropolitan Division for generations, and they can be counted in the Ming Dynasty!

The Yang family is highly respected and prominent in the Zhejiang Guards, Yang Xiaoyu was promoted to the right guard of the thousand households, as long as the imperial court approves, the people below will automatically vacate their positions!

In the long run, this matter is in the interests of Yang Xiaoyu, after all, the higher you climb, the easier it is to grasp the power of the world, and of course, it is also easy to fall to pieces! ・

However, if he wants to frame a good person, there is always a little awkwardness in this matter!

The Ming Dynasty has rotted, and there are not many green leaves left, if the green leaves are cut down, then the Ming Dynasty is really hopeless.

After thinking about it a few times, Yang Xiaoyu finally failed to resist the ** of the thousand households, so he accepted the matter.

Originally, Yang Yong was going to hand over this matter to his confidants, but Yang Yong considered that his son had no merit, so he handed over this matter to his son, firstly, to fight for his son's credit, and secondly, to pave the way for Yang Xiaoyu to inherit the capital in the shortest possible time.

This is also a tradition of the Yang family for many years, every time the heir is seventeen or eighteen years old, the Yang family will pave the way for the heirs, let them exercise more in the guard, step by step to rise to the commander of the guard, and wait until the commander of the capital dies, the commander of the guard can complete the transfer of power in the shortest possible time, and report to the court for the record.

Yang Yong told him to send his son out afterwards!

Out of Nuoda Yang Mansion, Yang Xiaoyu has mixed feelings in his heart, he is not a good person, but he will never be a villain!

Wang Zhengxiang was sent by the imperial court to supervise the people's livelihood and political affairs in Zhejiang and to check the military arsenal, and Yang Yong is now driving this person out of Zhejiang together with Liang and Wang.

And the executor of this matter is him Yang Xiaoyu!

Yang Yong asked him to seize the opportunity to lead troops to search Wang Zhengxiang's residence at the right time, but when is the most suitable time?

After getting into the carriage, Yang Xiaoyu was troubled for a while, originally thinking that he would be able to slowly cultivate his power in the future by mixing hundreds of households, but he didn't expect that he, a hundred households, would encounter such a problem before he took office.

Thinking of going home is also very boring, in addition to learning swordsmanship, or learning swordsmanship, Yang Xiaoyu sighed again!

Outside the carriage, Wang Chong rode a horse close to the window of the carriage and whispered: "Young master, I heard that the fire in Changchun Garden was extinguished by the patrol sergeant last night, today Wang Gongzi, Liang Gongzi and others have chartered all the girls in Changchun Garden, and invite Hangzhou literati to go and test their literary talents, such a good opportunity, why don't you go and take a look?" ”

Yang Xiaoyu is bored when he thinks about going back, so it's better to go to Changchun Garden for a spin!

The road is facing the sky, each going to one side, Wang Wen can support Changchun Garden, and he can also support the girls!

Today, Yang Yong didn't mention anything about last night, Yang Xiaoyu guessed that Yang Yong was not afraid of Wang Wen's father, besides, Wang Wen came to Yang's Mansion a while ago to woo Yang Yong on behalf of his father, and now Wang Wen has a lot of unhappiness, so he has to keep it in his heart.

He was ridiculed last night, of course, there was something wrong with Wang Wen, and what was even more hateful was the old man. Bustard, although he burned some buildings in Changchun Garden, he still didn't understand the hatred in his heart!

I have nothing to do today, and it is also a good thing to take Changchun Garden to pay tribute to Wang Wen!

Yang Xiaoyu sat in the carriage, showed a malicious smile, pulled the curtain and said, "Go to Changchun Garden!" ”

"Yes, young master!" Wang Chong's face was happy, and he could see the beauty again, so he hurriedly replied.

The carriage turned around and galloped along the location of Changchun Garden.

The literati in Hangzhou have always boasted of being the best talents, even if they are forty or fifty years old, they are still dressed as scholars, and when they walk, they fold the fan without leaving the palm of their hands to show the elegance of the literati.

**In some ways, it's not a good place to go, but for the literati, it's a rare place.

They seek spiritual liberation, so that they can forget the troubles of the world, or they interact with geishas, criticize state affairs, and talk about the country's society.

In short, the thoughts of the literati and writers are nothing more than to build a reputation for themselves. In the market, you can often hear that last night a certain son was outstanding, and he was a prostitute who was both talented and beautiful. The female introduction is the guest of the scene.

In this era, prostitutes. The courtyard serves as a stage for the combination of talent and color!

Only those who have a good taste will take the silver and spend the night with the girl!

The literati who prided themselves on being talented would not do that, they wanted to use their talents to impress their favorite beauties, so as to gain the envy of their colleagues in Shilin.

Wang Wen is this kind of person, in Yang Xiaoyu's words: "I want to get a beauty, but I don't want to be vulgar, I can only use my own status and talent to attract beauty." ”

The carriage galloped like the wind down the remote streets, and the guards on the left and right gasped and ran after the carriage.

About half an hour later, the carriage stopped outside Changchun Garden.

After a fire last night, the red gate outside Changchun Garden is long gone, replaced by two black gates, the front of the door is very clean, if you don't look at the two gates, you will never guess that this Fengyue Holy Land suffered a fire last night.

In broad daylight, the sun is shining in the sky, and there are still people marching to Changchun Garden in groups of three or five.

It may be that last night's fire alarmed the government, and outside Changchun Garden today, there were seven or eight soldiers with knives standing, and you can guess their origin by looking at the outfits of these soldiers!

These people are wearing northern armor, which is very different from the southern armor, and these soldiers are all big men, standing outside Changchun Garden like stone sculptures, which is daunting!

In this part of Jiangnan, in addition to the soldiers in this costume in the governor's yamen, there are also the deputy capital envoys Wang Jing, who came to Jiangnan for the first time.

Wang Wenguang invited Hangzhou scholars to come to Changchun Garden to test their literary talents, worried that someone would come to make trouble, so he brought his father's soldiers out.

Yang Xiaoyu smiled, turned around and pulled the clothes on his body, and asked, "Young Master Ben is dressed like a literati?" ”

"The young master is heroic, the wind. As long as you have a little eyesight, you will know that you are rich and rich, and you are a well-deserved talent! Wang Chong's honest face swelled with a look of sycophancy, flattering Yang Xiaoyu.

I didn't expect a big man to know so many idioms, it seems that Jiangnan is really a treasure place where literati and writers gather, and can cultivate a simple man into a talent, which is worthy of being a holy place for the people of the world.

Yang Xiaoyu looked at his dress, and then at the literati passing by next to him, and suddenly had an idea, and said in a low voice: "Wang Chong, hurry up and buy a fan for Young Master Ben!" ”

"Young master, there are no fans sold here, you have to go west for more than ten miles, there are all fans sold there, all kinds of painted fans, you can buy whatever you want." Wang Chong approached the way back.

Yang Xiaoyu always felt that his dress was too different from that of the literati, it turned out that the literati were holding fans in their hands, and his hands were empty, and there was no jade tree in the wind, **chic.

"Take the silver taels, go to the front and find a literati, and buy the fan in his hand with money!" Yang Xiaoyu taught in a low voice.

"Young Master, wait a minute!" Wang Chong turned and left.