Six Hundred and Ninetieth Chapters Rough Words Are Not Rough

"Before making a decision, the old man wants to see Mrs. Zhao."

After a long silence, Yang Yuanqing made a request.

Deng Cunli shook his head slowly, "My wife's status is sensitive, and it is inconvenient to meet you before your face-to-face. It is also a little risk for our family to come to see you today."

Yang Yuanqing smiled knowingly, "It seems that the situation of His Royal Highness and Mrs. Zhao is not very good."

Deng Cunli said loudly, "Even if the situation is not good, there is still some assurance that you and the Yang clan will be saved."

Yang Yuanqing nodded, "I believe it. Please forgive me for not being able to reply to Eunuch Deng today."

"It's okay! You can live in this other courtyard. You can order those servants as you please, you're welcome."

"Thank you Madam Zhao, thank you Eunuch Deng."

Yang Yuanqing's attitude was indifferent, but Deng Cunli didn't mind, and stood up decisively to leave.

In the next few days, Yang Yuanqing had breakfast every day before going out for a walk in the street. Wandering around without purpose.

After 30 years away from the capital, everything seems strange.

Walking to the Wenqing Bookstore, the students of Shanhe Academy and the students of Guozijian were still arguing endlessly, without any nutrition at all. He still listened with gusto to the content that others had long been bored with.

So much so that I come to Wenqing Bookstore to report on time every day and listen to the students' arguments.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore is familiar with him.

He also bought a whole set of the paperback version of "Qilang Ten Battles against the Flower Pickers" by the way, and he read it with gusto.

He also went to the capital, walked on familiar and unfamiliar streets, and met several familiar and unfamiliar old friends.

I also went to the once romantic brothel.

At that time, the oiran was already a half-aged mistress and became a bustard.

When the old acquaintances met, the bustard warmly entertained Yang Yuanqing, who looked very old, with tears.

Yang Yuanqing was cheerful and in a good mood, "It's still a lady who is benevolent and righteous. She doesn't think the old man is ugly and old, and even specially arranged a banquet for him."

"My friend, I thought you had died in the northwest, but you came back when I thought of it. Are you being pardoned?"

"There was no amnesty. What will happen in the future, the old man is also blind."

"Anyway,

As long as I can come back. eat fast! Specially ordered the kitchen to make salt-baked chicken, your favorite. "

"Hua Niangzi has a heart."

Hua Niangzi covered her lips and giggled, "People call me Mother Hua now, but I haven't heard anyone call me Hua Niangzi for many years. Hearing you call me that suddenly makes me feel ten years younger. Little lady."

Yang Yuanqing picked up the wine glass, "I offer a glass to Lady Hua."

"Thank you Sanyuan Gong."

Drinking hot, Yang Yuanqing pointed to the concrete pavement downstairs, "The capital city has changed a lot. The pavement alone is amazing. I still remember that there were a lot of people in the market, and the cars and horses were bustling. However, there was always a lingering smell of livestock excrement in front of the door. It’s much cleaner now.”

"It's all thanks to the Shaofu and the Universal Commercial Bank."

"I heard that the cement was first fired by the Four Seas Trading Company."

"That's right! People in Xinmin County first used cement roads, and then from the capital to Luozhou, nearly a thousand miles of official roads were paved with concrete roads. I heard from people that the two toll stations in the capital and Luozhou alone I earn thousands of taels a month. Adding in other toll stations, a concrete road can bring in at least one or two million yuan a year. Those who invested money to repair the cement road now only need to lie at home and collect the money. I'm really envious of me."

There was envy in Hua Niangzi's words.

For such a bonus, a person of her stature has no chance to get her hands on it.

I can't make it even if I have money.

Mrs. Chao's business, the participants are all nobles from the capital, how can she have a share.

"I heard that the owner of the Four Seas Trading Company is Mrs. Zhao?"

"Exactly!"

Yang Yuanqing smiled, "It's really remarkable that Mrs. Zhao is a heroine."

"Naturally, it's amazing. Now in this capital, I don't know how many women regard Mrs. Zhao as a role model."

"Oh? What kind of role model?" Yang Yuanqing asked curiously.

"As a woman, I can also do things that only men could do in the past, and I don't have to be confined to the inner courtyard of a deep house. I don't know how many boudoirs hate women, and they envy Mrs. Zhao's comfortable life."

"She is uncomfortable." Yang Yuanqing muttered, "But she is indeed worthy of being a role model for others."

He drank the wine in his glass, bid farewell to Miss Hua, and continued to wander around the capital.

He even ran to the toll booth dozens of miles away to experience it, and had a meal at the rest station.

His every move was watched by others and recorded in a small notebook.

He knew it well, but never concealed it.

If you follow him, just follow him, as long as you don't kill him.

When his whereabouts were sent to different people, they naturally had different reactions.

...

Lee Mansion.

"He really bought the whole set of "Qilang Ten Battles against the Flower Pickers"?"

Zhongshu made Mr. Li look in disbelief.

Sanyuan Gong, who was so talented back then, had personally approved market story books and legendary novels. Criticized as nonsense.

Now, he has become a member of the bullshit?

The housekeeper nodded heavily, "Don't dare to lie to the master, Yang Yuanqing did buy the whole set of "Qilang Ten Battles against the Flower Pickers""

"Hahaha……"

Master Li laughed loudly, "I never expected that he would be so depraved. He is not worthy of Sanyuan Gong."

After laughing, Master Li calmed down again, "These days, do you think he has ever written a pen? Has he ever written any articles or poems?"

"As far as I know, he has never written a pen, nor has he ever written articles or poems. However, the day before yesterday, he set up a stall at the toll station in the capital for half a day, writing letters for others."

"Absurd! Depraved!"

Master Li was happy that Yang Yuanqing had fallen, but at the same time felt distressed by his fall.

How could a person who was as famous as him back then be so depraved. I feel a little bit sorry for his talent being wasted.

The steward asked in a low voice: "My lord, should I remind His Majesty to summon San Yuan Gong?"

"He is not worthy of being Sanyuan Gong. In the future, this old man doesn't want to hear the word Sanyuan Gong again."

"Little one understands."

After the meeting, Lord Li ordered again: "Observe for a few more days, and it will not be too late to remind Your Majesty at that time."

"Little one obeys!"

...

Xiao Zhu.

Gu Jiu sat under the window, playing chess with Liu Zhao.

She asked casually, "What do you think of Yang Yuanqing?"

Liu Zhao said seriously: "It's too early to draw conclusions."

Gu Jiu snorted, "He actually went to buy the whole set of "Qilang Ten Battles against the Flower Pickers". I heard that he enjoyed reading it. The land in the northwest is so barren that even Duke San Yuan would quench his thirst with legendary novels."

Liu Zhao said casually: "Long time no see a woman, a sow is better than Diao Chan. For scholars, even if they haven't seen a book for a long time, even a legend can make people happy."

Gu Jiu pursed his lips and smiled, "The words are rough and the rationale is not rough. It seems that San Yuan Gong is really depressed, and he even quenched his thirst with legendary novels."

"I also deliberately went to find my lover from back then."

"What you men pay attention to is different from that of women. In this game, you lost my son-in-law."

"It's because I didn't think about it that I let you win half of the money."

"You are a typical person who can't afford to lose. Gai Minger tells Brother Yu and Brother Heng to laugh at you."

"If you dare to make fun of Your Highness, beat them."

Liu Zhao was really violent.

Gu Jiu glanced at him, "Duke Sanyuan has been in the northwest for so many years, and he is only a few dozen miles away from the Northwest camp. Don't you find it strange that Marquis Lu never thought of recruiting him?"

Liu Zhao said: "It's nothing surprising. Marquis Lu has always looked down on bookishness. Duke San Yuan is good at reading, but when it comes to political strategy, it's not worth mentioning."

Gu Jiu said: "Perhaps you guys have misread it. From my observation of San Yuan Gong's whereabouts these days, he is a very thoughtful person.

At first, I didn't have much hope for him either. Thirty years of exile, no matter how much talent there is, it is possible to grind it out. But now, I have two more expectations for him. It's a pity that he lives in another courtyard, and he refuses to write articles and poems. "

"Maybe it's not that I don't want to, but that I don't dare. Once I start writing, it means that my true colors are exposed. If I were him, I wouldn't start writing before I face the saint."

Gu Jiu did not refute.

She was very curious about what Sanyuan Gong would say when he faced the saint.

...

On this day, someone came from the palace and called Yang Yuanqing into the palace to have an audience.

Yang Yuanqing tidied up and entered the palace with his servants.

After being raised for many days, Yang Yuanqing's complexion is obviously much better than when he just returned to the capital, and he looks a few years younger.

But judging by his age, his current image is still that of a down and out old man.

After entering the palace, he waited for nearly an hour before being summoned.

Emperor Wende's attitude towards Yang Yuanqing was lukewarm.

There was no pleasantries, and the anthology published by Yang Yuanqing when he was young was directly discussed.

But Yang Yuanqing said, "Young and frivolous words don't dare to pollute the eyes and ears of a saint."

When Emperor Wende wanted to solicit, Yang Yuanqing said, "A piece of rotten wood cannot be reused. I'm afraid it will fail the love of His Majesty."

Two times in a row, Emperor Wende was obviously a little unhappy.

Then he asked someone to bring some pots of flowers and plants, and asked Yang Yuanqing to compose an impromptu poem on the theme of flowers and plants.

Yang Yuanqing was about to resign, but Emperor Wende blocked his way out with a single word.

"If you dare to say no more because you are too old, I will punish you for deceiving the king."

No way, Yang Yuanqing could only bite the bullet.

After a while, I got a seven character poem.

Pick up the pen and write down the poems for Emperor Wende to read.

Emperor Wende read out the poem and gave a comment, "It's just mediocre."

"The guilty person has disappointed His Majesty."

Emperor Wende threw away the poem, "I don't blame you. You have spent thirty years in the Northwest, but you can compose an impromptu poem in such a short period of time. Although it is not as talented as when you were young, it is understandable. Go down, I will call you into the palace to compose poems later."

"The person who wears the crime kowtows to His Majesty."

"You don't need to call yourself a person who wears a crime. From today on, I will forgive you for not being guilty."

Yang Yuanqing's expression, which had always been dull, finally showed expression, "Cao Min thanked His Majesty!"

Yang Yuanqing was pardoned and not guilty, but he did not get any official position. His impromptu poems were also evaluated as mediocre by His Majesty.

The others have not yet left the palace, and the news has already spread to the palace.

People from all walks of life in the capital: "..."

Is such a person worth recruiting?

Even with the name of Duke Sanyuan, it's not easy to be judged as mediocre by His Majesty!

Only Gu Jiu, personally sitting in a carriage, came to the gate of the palace to welcome the only Duke Sanyuan in this dynasty.