"Sir is awake." An eleven or twelve-year-old boy stood respectfully on the edge of the bed.

Yanghu rubbed his forehead, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the young man hurriedly held on.

In the months since he was sent to Guzang, Huangfu Mi tried his best to treat and save Yanghu's life.

I was recuperated by energy again, and now I can finally barely get out of bed.

But Yanghu was distraught.

He stayed away from the court not because he was really indifferent to his career, but because he didn't want to get involved in the power struggle of the Sima family.

It's good now, he has become a prisoner of Liangzhou, and he has also become a laughing stock in the world.

The young man brought him green salt and water for washing, the water temperature was just right, not hot or cold.

At first, Yanghu only thought that this young man was an ordinary boy, but later saw that he was polite, extraordinary, and gentle, and felt that this young man was not simple, but he did not ask about it.

Now he is not in this interest.

Since Yang Zheng didn't kill him, he wanted him to work for Liangzhou.

And the Yang family is all in the Central Plains, if it reaches Luoyang, the prestige of the Yang family will definitely plummet.

In the eyes of the Central Plains scholars, Yang Zheng is no different from a tiger wolf, leading beasts to eat people, fierce and cunning, and greedy.

The confrontation between Kanto and Kansai is not a day or two.

During the Hundred Years War of Han and Qiang, Liangzhou was the source of chaos in the eyes of the Central Plains scholars.

Since the end of the Han Dynasty, there have been Dong Zhuo, Guo Yan, Li Dao, Ma Teng, Han Sui, Ma Chao and others who have acted perversely, and the influence of the Central Plains on Kansai has not been good.

Even if Cao Wei incorporated Yongliang into the territory, he also faced the same situation as the Eastern Han Dynasty, and rebellions broke out one after another, which made the Central Plains scholars overwhelmed.

After washing, Yanghu's spirit improved a lot.

The boy helped him out again.

The weather in April, the spring is bright, the sky is blue, the birds in the courtyard are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the Yanghu is in a much happy mood, so he walked a few more steps.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the piano from North Point, melodious and cheerful.

The literati of this era did not know that they were studying the way of Confucius and Mencius, and they were all involved in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, medical skills, mathematics, and martial arts.

The six arts of a gentleman, etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics.

Yang Hu listened and listened without being fascinated.

The melodious sound of the piano came from outside the courtyard, cheerful like a spirit deer jumping between the grass and trees, and clear like a spring water rushing down from the high mountains.

The sound of the piano blends with this spring and warms people's heartstrings.

Yanghu's distraught suddenly disappeared.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and a man said leisurely: "The sound of the piano is pleasant, and there will be a wise man eavesdropping." ”

Yang Hu was stunned, and the young man hurriedly helped him approach.

"Taishan Goat, I am fascinated by the sound of Mr. Piano, I hope Mr. will not blame."

"The sound of the piano is already heard, and if there is no one who knows the sound, the sound of the piano is also wrong after all."

The two spoke to each other across the wall.

Yanghu heard what the other party meant, Qinyin said that he was without knowledge, and if he didn't know the talent, what he learned and what he wanted to do in his life would eventually be wrong.

"It turns out that Your Excellency deliberately used the sound of the piano to lead a certain here, and it was really well-intentioned." Yang Hu said unhappily, and his tone was not as respectful as before.

It's just Yang Zheng's lobbyist.

There was a hearty laugh on the other side, "Uncle Yang is really extraordinary, since you don't like it, don't listen to it." ”

After speaking, it was the sound of footsteps far away.

Yang Hu stared at the wall in a daze.

After a long time, the young man next to him said, "Sir, the wind is blowing, please go back to the house to rest." ”

"Who is Fang?" Yanghu now looks like a lobbyist sent by Yang Zheng, the person who plays the piano is like this, and so is this young man.

"Mr. Hui, the one who lives in the North Park is Ji Zhongsan."

"Uncle Ji's night?" Yanghu's pupils are dilated.

Ji Kang is not a mortal in the circle of celebrities.

He advocated a new style of metaphysics with Ruan Ji and others, advocating "transcending the famous and teaching and letting nature go", "judging the noble and the lowly and understanding the situation", he was the spiritual leader of the world's famous scholars, or the son-in-law of Wei Wu, with a prominent family background, but he refused to be conquered by the Sima family.

"It's Mr. Ji."

"Yang Junhou forcibly abducted Uncle Ji on the night, which is the same as when Dong Zhuo forcibly conquered Cai Gong!" Yanghu sneered.

The Cai Gong in his mouth is Cai Yong, a famous scholar in the late Han Dynasty, and his maternal ancestor.

The young man suddenly stopped and looked at Yanghu, "Mr. is blessed by the life of the prince, and the right and wrong of people are discussed behind his back, not the way of a gentleman." ”

Yang Hu was surprised in his heart, and felt more and more that this young man was unusual, "Oh? I'm not a gentleman, Yang Junhou is a gentleman? ”

"Of course the prince is not a gentleman." A look of admiration rose in the young man's eyes, "The prince is a hero of the world. ”

Yang Hu was silent, there was no way to refute this sentence, and he suddenly realized that it was probably this young man who arranged for Ji Kang to play the piano and relieve the stuffiness in his heart.

"Take me out for a walk."

"Sir, please." The boy is still respectful.

As soon as he left the courtyard, he was followed by two guards.

There is a fishy smell from afar, with big shoulders and a round waist, a full face and beard, and a trace of ferocity in his calm eyes.

At first glance, he is a veteran of a hundred battles.

In addition to these two people, Yanghu squinted at it, not far from the front and back, not far from the left and right, and there were more than a dozen people wearing ordinary clothes.

However, Yang Hu sensed that these people did not seem to be all trying to protect him, and their eyes were tied to the boy as if they were not there.

In this way, the identity of this young man is about to be revealed.

Yanghu's face was silent, and his heart had already turned over the river.

Today's Guzang is no longer the withered Guzang of a few years ago.

The city is full of pearls, households are full of Luoqi, pedestrians are like weaving, people are like flowing wheels like dragons.

The smoke willow painting bridge, the wind curtain and green curtain, tens of thousands of homes.

Hu merchants in the Western Regions, Qiang dealers on the plateau, Xianbei in Mobei, Tianzhu monks, etc., all kinds of characters are parallel in the city.

Bargain with each other in Chinese.

Shengdou small people lead cars to sell pulp, and sell them along the street.

It's noisy, but it's also lively.

Even Luoyang will not have such a grand scene in front of him.

Luoyang will only be distinct, and the scholars and the people are like two worlds, and they will not get along with each other.

Of course, none of this is important, the important thing is that the confidence and vitality on Shengdou Xiaomin's face can't be pretended to be no matter what.

The strength of a country can easily be glimpsed from the faces of the people.

What was Liangzhou like a few decades ago?

It was almost abandoned, after the Ma Chaochao, there was the Koji Rebellion, the Qianghu Rebellion, and ten years ago, there was the Zhiwudai Rebellion, and the entire Liangzhou was almost in ruins.

In just ten years, Liangzhou was reborn from the ruins.

How does this not shock the sheep?

Occasionally, there were cavalrymen with high white feathers on their shackles, holding banners and slowly walking from south to north, and the people avoided on their own.

The two young scholars retreated in front of Yanghu, but they turned their faces but made Yanghu stunned.

One is a Hu man with deep eyebrows and a high nose, and the other is a Qiang man with light red skin......

The two politely bowed their hands to Yanghu, and their demeanor and movements were no different from those of the Han people.

"What does Mr. think of me in Liangzhou?" There was a hint of pride on the boy's face.

"In a wild and bloody land, there can be such cunning, Yang Junhou has made a contribution to Huaxia!" Yanghu sighed lightly, when he thought of the Central Plains, Sima Zhao for the westward expedition, Tian Fu levied to the official nine people, Yanghu couldn't help but sweat for the people of the Central Plains.

With this defeat, Sima Zhao's control over the Shi clan is getting weaker and weaker, and he will only exploit it even more in the future.

Zi said: There is no class in teaching. The children of Liangzhou, as long as their hearts are towards China, they can enter the youth camp to study. ”

"What is Qingying?" Yang Hu asked puzzled.

"The school founded by the prince and the marquis accommodates scattered children, the children of fallen soldiers, carefully cultivated, exams to enter the office, and serve in the army and politics, each according to their strengths."

"Dongguan Hanji: The Biography of Wu Liang": Xiao He raised Han Xin, set up an altar to worship, and did not take the exam again.

The word "exam" has existed since ancient times.

"I see." Yanghu suddenly knew why the Kwantung clan hated Liangzhou so much.

This is completely contrary to the Jiupin Zhongzheng system, and it is eroding the power of the scholars to be officials.

"Dare to ask Lang Junzun's surname?" Yang Hu arched his hand.

The teenager avoided it again and again, not daring to be, not daring to be, "Student Yang Sanlang." ”

Yang Sanlang is Yang Zheng's third son?

Yanghu looked at the handsome young man, if the Yang family has a son, it seems that it is the favor of heaven.

Compared with the noble children of Luoyang who eat five stones, the difference is no less than cloud mud.