The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The young man thought highly of himself, two attendants bent over to polish the ink and moisten the brush, and a girl on Yang Lin's side helped him hold down the rice paper, and it had already started.

"I'm waiting here today for the spring exam next year, so I'll use this as a topic."

Qin Hui and the others applauded, just to support him. They all knew that Yang Wenyuan wrote good articles, but he was not very good at poetry. At best, he was quite satisfactory.

Yang Lin thought carefully for a while, and wrote:

I want to go north too!Laughing at other people, fame and fame are easy to get, what are your feelings like?

Even if the article shocks the sea, the common people on paper are nothing more.

Like spring water, what's the matter with Qianqing?

When the evening rain comes suddenly, the wild geese are gone, and the mangguan mountain is surrounded by the sound of autumn.Urge customers to go, go like water.

Hua Nian's mind is reorganized from the beginning, so why not chat, watch the tide and go, Guangling Wu City.

I would like to get 300 million gold and pay all the beauties and celebrities.

More knots, Yandi Haner.

Spring will be early in Bianliang next year, and Xinghua and Duanmo are advised to die of lovesickness.Konoha resentment, let's talk about it.

The young man was still in deep thought, and the beauties around him had already started to applaud after finishing writing. The young man couldn't believe that he finished writing so quickly, and he felt a little uneasy, so he mentioned this pen and came over to have a look.Watching and unconsciously reading aloud, a trace of awe suddenly rose in my heart, does this wimpy scholar actually have such family and country feelings?

The young man had no intention of continuing the competition, and he had already lost the mere ability to put pen to paper into words. He snorted coldly and said, "Fame is easy to get, what kind of feelings are there? The tone is not small, but I don't know if I have this ability."

Qin Hui was triumphant, shook his head and said, "I want you to know that the man in front of you is Xie Yuan, the governor of Yangzhou."

The boy snorted again: "You win, let's go."

Yang Lin smiled and waved: "Brother Hengheng, please stop, did you forget something?"

The boy turned his head and was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing suddenly, clutching his stomach and said, "Do you really want me to call you big brother?"

"Isn't it natural to be willing to gamble and admit defeat?" Yang Lin said with a cheap smile. For some reason, he wanted to play tricks when he saw this handsome and overly handsome boy.

The young man frowned, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile, "You asked for it yourself. Listen carefully, my name is Zhao Si, and I come from Bianliang." After he finished speaking, he bent down and cupped his fists, and called out, "Big brother, little brother! Be polite."

"Remember, the eldest brother is Yang Lin, Yang Lin's Yang, Yang Lin's Lin, if someone bullies you in the future, please report my name."

The two old slaves behind Zhao Si were trembling angrily, rolled up their sleeves and were about to come forward desperately: "The old slaves will fight with you!"

Zhao Si waved his hands, stopped the two loyal servants, and said, "Let's go."

Not reconciled, the two old servants glared at everyone with hatred, and then walked away behind Zhao Si.

Yang Lin didn't take this episode to heart, and after sitting down, he smiled and said, "This Zhao Si is not bad, he didn't break his face, at least he can afford to lose."

A group of people didn't take this "Zhao Si" seriously at all, enjoying the happiness after victory, even happier than when they first came here.

Qin Hui danced and sang loudly the words Yang Lin wrote just now.

A melodious female voice suddenly sounded from outside the room: "Even if the article shocks the sea, the common people on paper are just good ambitions."

Two servant girls opened the door curtain, and a beautiful woman walked in with lotus steps, holding a qin in her arms. Everyone looked up and saw that this woman was beautiful, wearing a light blue shirt, and a cage that seemed to be frowning but not frowning. Smoky eyebrows, a pair of affectionate eyes that seem to be happy but not happy.The demure is like a delicate flower shining in the water, and the action is like a weak willow supporting the wind.If he hadn't known that this was the Qingyin Pavilion, he would have been regarded as a lady of every family.

After the girl came in, she saluted generously: "Ning'er has seen you young masters."

These scholars didn't expect too much, they came here just to have fun, and it was a routine operation to hold these brothel bosses up in the sky, and they even got up together to return the salute.

This revealed Yang Lin who was sitting on the chair. Ning'er looked this way with a pair of wonderful eyes, and saw that he did not look contemptuous, so she was a little relieved, and said again: "Young master is talented, and the pen is written. The slave family worships."

Holding the wine glass, Yang Lin was secretly thinking about how to become famous. After hearing this, he raised his head and his eyes lit up. This beauty is fine, with picturesque eyebrows and rippling eyes, like a beautiful woman in a painting, so beautiful that it is hard to describe .

Yang Lin hurriedly said: "I think this is Miss Ning'er, she really is more charming than Huajiao."

"Young master is rude."

Yang Lin looked carefully, although this Ning'er was the leader of the brothel, she was not charming, but had an indescribable sadness.

These women are so powerful, they can clearly understand the temper of these stinky old scholars. In the eyes of these scholars, especially the scholar-officials and scholars, the more they are like this, the more valuable they are.

Of course, if you have the opportunity to sit on the pillow mat, make out with each other, caress your white jade body, and listen to melodious cries, that kind of amorous feelings will be different.

Yang Lin applauded secretly in his heart, what people often say about Linglong's mind is nothing more than that.Although Ning'er in front of her is a fledgling who has just debuted and is not well-known, her qualifications are good enough and she has the potential to become famous.I just help her to make this beauty famous, and by the way, let my reputation spread all over the country.

Chapter 15 Scout Yang Lin

The prosperity dissipated, the building was empty, Qingyin Pavilion, the embroidery room.

Ning'er faced a bronze mirror, held the mirror in self-pity, and sighed leisurely.

At the age of 14, Huaichun should have been full of fantasies about men, but she only had fear.Among the happy-seekers in the courtyard, which one is not a libertine or a slut? If you are looking for a lover in the world, don't look for it in a brothel.

Since childhood, people in the yard have said that she is stunning and gorgeous, and that the day she accompanied the guests would definitely cause disturbances. Today is her first day in the public eye, and sure enough, there has been a moderate disturbance.

In her opinion, it was just a rich man's son who was jealous, but it seemed that he was like a commodity, and he was really not worth the slightest happiness.

When the bead curtain was lifted, Li Yunniang walked in without knocking, and said with a smile, "Daughter, someone is looking for you outside."

"It's getting dark now, so mother should go back for me. I don't feel well today, so I don't want to pick up any more guests." Ning'er frowned.

"My silly daughter, don't you ask who is here?"

"Left and right are just pleasure-seekers"

Li Yunniang pinched the orchid and tapped her head lightly, and said bitterly: "This is Xie Yuan from Yangzhou. Yang Lin, the son of the wealthy merchant Yang Tong, is the young man in the daytime. His father has a nickname that is unknown in Yangzhou. People don't know it, everyone knows it, it's called 'wealthy and powerful'. My dear girl, there is no reason for us to push the God of Wealth out of business. You should dress up a little bit to deal with it. If you catch his soul, we will dig him out. You have found a golden mountain. If you accidentally win his favor and redeem your body as a child, then you will be out of the sea of ​​suffering."

Ning'er's eyes lit up, then dimmed, and said flatly, "My daughter understands."

In the private room, Yang Lin was admiring the calligraphy and painting on the wall with his hands behind his back.It is said that half of the talented women are in brothels. From this point of view, half of them are a bit conservative.But the taste of this private room is already extraordinary, with a pot of orchids on the table, a bookcase next to the wall, and the room is full of books, elegant and elegant.

These women's poems and paintings are actually quite charming, not like ordinary vulgar products.

Hearing the tinkle of rings behind him, Yang Lin turned around, and saw Ning'er, who was wearing a thin layer of makeup, was reclining her knees and saluting: "I've seen Young Master Yang."

Yang Lin didn't have the fun of those classmates. If he came to consume by himself, he would be an uncle. Da Lala refused to return the gift, and said in an anti-customer manner: "Miss Ning'er, please sit down."

Seeing his behavior like this, Ning'er was even more unhappy, out of professional ethics, she still smiled and said: "We just got together today, and Mr. Yang came back alone again, I don't know what's the matter?"

Yang Lin chuckled, he was complacent about his plan, who knew that in Ning'er's eyes, he was actually a bit wretched

"My son is here to wish you escape from the sea of ​​suffering and soar into the sky."

Ning'er's heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out, "Master, do you want to redeem your slave's body?"

"Redemption?" Yang Lin shook his head, what he wants is your profession, so that he can help me make a name for myself.