The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

Ning'er moved to a new location today, she was dressed in moon-white satin, but she looked as charming and beautiful as a lotus with light makeup, listening to Yang Lin's words, she was very at a loss.

Yang Dalang is really a strange person, he spent so much money to buy himself, but only to make himself famous in Bianliang

How could she have imagined that the 15-year-old boy in front of her had already begun to pave the way for her future career.

This broad avenue is right in front of Yang Lin's eyes. The prime minister and the privy envoy are his long-term friends;

At that time, if you want to go further, you need prestige and political achievements. The latter has no way to start now, and Yang Lin has already started to arrange for fame.

Everything is just for one sentence: A man should not be powerless for a day.

In the Song Dynasty, which is magnificent, singing and dancing on the surface, if you want to keep yourself and make a difference, you have to use some special means. You must know that the current emperor is Zhao Ji, and he has a more famous title called Song Huizong. It was after he died.

It was when this man and his son were in power that the most humiliating Jingkang scandal occurred in the thousand-year history of China.

Yang Lin looked Ning'er up and down, his gaze was undisguised, she was at a loss, her face was flushed and she lowered her head and twisted her handkerchief.

"Head up."

The voice was not loud but majestic enough, so Ning'er had no choice but to raise her head slowly.The face is like a peach blossom, with willow eyebrows and almond eyes, cherry mouth and Qiong nose, with picturesque eyebrows.

"stand up."

Ning'er was even more embarrassed, but she didn't dare to resist, and slowly stood up straight.The slender waist is tight, the breasts are round, and graceful.

"Not bad, not bad, but I'm a bit dull." Yang Lin nodded secretly. This little girl is extremely talented. She will be trained well in the future. She will be famous all over the world, and then she will be included in the account as a ban. Not beautiful.

It is estimated that the rich and powerful in later generations, holding up their own canary as a female star, is also such a bad taste.

Chapter No.17 Shortcuts

It was September, which was the third autumn, and the bleakness of late autumn was bleak, and the scent of beasts wafted from the embroidery room in the inner courtyard of Yang's mansion, and the stove inside the wall was as warm as spring.

Looking through the tulle tulle, there is an exquisite female body in the room, wearing tulle, with a slender and white neck straight, chest upright, slender waist about to fold, her hands on her chest, and a book on her head Roll, with a chopstick in his mouth.

Ning'er's forehead was covered with fine white sweat. She had already stood for a stick of incense, her legs were trembling slightly, she lowered her eyebrows and glanced at Yang Lin who was sitting beside her, and found that he was holding a book "Youxian Cave", read with relish.

Ning'er, whose arm was sore and unbearable, secretly lowered her hand, and with a "snap", a rattan stick was drawn gently on her delicate buttocks.Her body still maintained a dignified and elegant appearance, Ning'er gritted her silver teeth and moaned in pain.

"Don't be lazy." Yang Lin retracted the cane and said lightly.

Ning'er had teardrops in her eyes, she forced herself to raise her hand, her almond eyes glared angrily at Yang Lin who was holding the most famous yellow book of Tang Dynasty.

I really don't know how this swinger song won the first place in the government examination, and who blindly spread his reputation as a nobleman. In Ning'er's eyes, he is clearly a rich young man who likes to torture people for fun.

At this moment, the door creaked open, and Li Yunniang came in with two cups of steaming tea, looked at it distressedly and said: "Da Lang, when we Ning'er was in Qingyin Pavilion, we had been trained for more than ten years."

Yang Lin snorted coldly, and interrupted: "What is Qingyin Pavilion? It's for cultivating prostitutes who drink and sleep with others, what kind of dirty brats." After finishing speaking, he put down the scroll in his hand, picked Ning'er's chin with a cane, and raised his eyebrows Said: "Do you want to be a bit of a prostitute with red lips and thousands of people, recommending pillow mats in exchange for money to make a living?"

Ning'er's face was frighteningly red, her pretty eyes seemed to burst into flames, Yang Lin lashed her body with a cane, and scolded, "Answer!"

Li Yunniang hurried forward, but she didn't dare to stop her, so she could only whisper: "My Ning'er, tell Da Lang that you don't want to, tell Da Lang quickly."

"I don't want to." Ning'er bit her chopsticks and spat out these two words.

Yang Lin snorted, and continued to reprimand: "I feel self-pity all day, I'm lazy, I follow the crowd, and I don't have the slightest bit of aggressiveness. If you are not lucky enough to have a good skin, you are not even as good as the lowest prostitute. What’s the matter with a bad background, I’d rather die with the incense sticks on the branches, never blown into the north wind. I’ll give you a chance to cleanse yourself, you’re still petty here, you really don’t know how to be flattering.”

Ning'er froze in place. She was sold into a brothel since she was a child, and she turned out to be too charming. Relying on her natural beauty, she didn't suffer much.

Who in the brothel would really reprimand him, discipline her, and develop her lazy temperament.I feel that life is gloomy and meaningless, and I just go with the flow in everything I do, and I never think about fighting for it.

The taste of parental affection has never been tasted before. Ning'er has grown up and now lacks the most important relationship in her life, and a hunger for emotions has formed in her heart.Now being reprimanded by Yang Lin, the image of her father that had been buried in her heart suddenly emerged, her eyes became blurred, she bit her lip, and said in a low voice: "What Da Lang taught me is that Ning'er knew he was wrong."

Seeing that she didn't seem to be fake, Yang Lin's face softened a little, and he took out a thin book from his sleeve.

"Let's put it down, I'll practice manners tomorrow, come over and take a look at this first."

Relieved, Ning'er took down the chopsticks, stretched her numb wrists, and leaned forward to have a look.

There was no surface in the book, it was obviously written by Yang Lin himself, and there was a poem on the first page.

Ning'er held the book in her hand and read silently: "The sound is slowly searching, it's deserted, it's desolate, it's sad

I see how charming the green hills are

The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty

"

The more she read, the more fascinated she became. She had never heard of these wonderful new words, and she didn't know where Yang Lin copied them.

Ning'er raised her head, with infinite admiration in her eyes: "Da Lang, you wrote all these?"

Seeing that little stars were about to appear in her eyes, Yang Lin waved his hands and said with a light smile, "I didn't write it, you wrote it."

"Me?" Ning'er opened her small mouth slightly, she couldn't even feel the pain all over her body, she whispered: "Da Lang can joke, how can Nu Nu have this ability."

Yang Lin pinched her chin, and leaned closer to her face, scaring Ning'er until she blushed and rolled her eyes.

"I said you wrote it, and you wrote it. After I go back, I recite it every day, and I check it every day. If you can't recite five poems a day, be careful with your ass." Yang Lin said domineeringly, shaking it maliciously. The rattan, so frightened that Ning'er's buttocks felt itchy, she quickly nodded in agreement.

It was a pleasure to memorize these good words for a day, and she didn't worry at all.

Yang Lin smiled secretly, I copied all the famous works that can be memorized for hundreds of years after the Southern Song Dynasty to you. They are all famous works passed down through the ages by Li Qingzhao, Xin Qiji, Lu You, Yang Wanli, and Fan Chengda. So many essences are concentrated in one piece Let Ning'er throw it out at the right place and on the right occasion, and worry about not being famous?

The title of this talented woman cannot be escaped. In addition to her own financial resources, as well as her appearance, her reputation is like picking something out of a bag.

It's just that Li Qingzhao, a layman of Yi'an, is now sharing with Zhao Mingcheng, unaware that all of his later poems have been plagiarized.

Of course, this lawsuit can't be fought, she can't go to the yamen to sue: Yang Lin copied it too fast, he copied it before I figured it out

The more Ning'er read it, the more she felt that her new master was simply unfathomable. It was ridiculous that she doubted his fame just now. This kind of talent would not let Su Dongpo of this dynasty say that he was the number one talented person in the Song Dynasty.

After all this was done, Yang Lin stood up, put the cane on the table, and said, "That's all for today, I'll come back tomorrow, I hope you won't suffer a few times."

Ning'er was mixed with shame and anger, she lowered her head and dared not speak, Li Yunniang joked aside, "Don't worry, Da Lang, we Ning'er are smart, we can learn everything quickly, Da Lang must be satisfied."

Stretching, the first trainer of Song Dynasty walked out of the embroidery room leisurely with his "Youxian Cave" behind his back.

After he disappeared completely, Ning'er raised her head, wrinkled her nose and pouted, "He's just a 15-year-old brat, why pretend to be a senior? Look at his old-fashioned appearance, he looks like a scheming and bad guy."

Li Yunniang chuckled: "Girl, Da Lang is really a good man, you can't be wrong if you listen to him. Mom has seen so many men, and I can tell what they are at a glance. You are considered lucky."

Chapter 18 Power and Money

In the yamen of Yangzhou Prefecture, Yang Jian, the eunuch who passed the decree, handed over the imperial decree to Cai Jing, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Mr. Minister, this time he was ordered to return to Bianliang by His Majesty, and he was promoted to a scholar of the Imperial Academy. High-ranking officials are rare in our Great Song Dynasty. It can be seen that the officials are eager to seek talents, and they must put more emphasis on the public minister, and the miscellaneous families hereby congratulate you on your success."

Cai Jing's hand holding the imperial decree trembled slightly. The official of Hanlin Bachelor Chengzhi is not ordinary. This official position was established in the Tang Dynasty. At that time, Hanlin Bachelor Chengzhi was the leader of Hanlin Bachelor. , is the de facto prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, known as the "neixiang".