The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up. He was also interested in composing lyrics and secretly wrote music in the palace.

"Come and see!"

"I want to use His Highness's hidden secret. If Your Highness agrees, I will give you this word."

Zhou Yu? He was not as valuable as the cricket in the East Palace. Zhu Houzhao agreed without even thinking.

Yan Chengjin doesn't let go of the hawk when he sees the rabbit.

Zhu Houzhao had no choice but to return to the palace immediately and summon Zhou Yu to the East Palace.

"You need money to buy land! Your Highness, do you know what silver is? A shiny silver stone like this must be dug out of the ground, not popped out of the stone!" Zhou Yu was furious.

"I know you have money. I just want a piece of land. When I become emperor, I will naturally return it to you. Go quickly."

Zhou Yu felt great pain in his heart and rushed to Liangxiang, bought the land and dedicated it to his young ancestors.

Early in the morning, Yan Mansion,

Yan Kesong was about to go to the front yard when he saw a man turning over and coming in, very agile.

Zhu Houzhao waved happily: "Good morning, Master Yan!"

Yan Kesong was stunned.

Zhu Houzhao drove quietly through the main hall, came to Yan Chengjin's study, and closed the door: "Old Gao, where are my poems?"

Yan Chengjin took Hu Gong's land deed and checked it carefully.

really……

Only evil gentry can deal with evil gentry.

"I know you are cunning, hand over the words first!" Zhu Houzhao took back the land deed.

Yan Chengjin spread out the paper and wrote a sentence on the paper.

Zhu Houzhao's eyes shone. There were such heroic and generous words in the world, "Lao Gao, did you do this?"

"No, unfortunately, the person who wrote this word is also named Yang Shen."

"Why are there only these two sentences? Where are the rest?"

Yan Chengjin whispered a few words in Zhu Houzhao's ear. Zhu Houzhao was overjoyed and put the paper away.

"He will definitely not be able to forgive me. I will go to Liangxiang immediately!"

After Zhu Houzhao left, Yan Chengjin went to the back hall to have breakfast. Chunxiao and Qianjin came up with two bowls of Yangchun noodles.

Yanfu's breakfast, avoid oil and greasy food, stay healthy.

Yan Kesong was confused: "Why don't you ask His Highness to come together for dinner?"

"His Highness is gone."

Yan Kesong sighed. Just seeing the prince's skill in climbing over the wall, he knew that he had come to Yan's house for a long time.

It's not easy to be the prince's teacher. It's really embarrassing for my son.

After dinner, Yan Kesong went to the morning court.

Yan Chengjin asked the house manager and He Neng to move the money out of the warehouse. There was 150,000 taels of silver, so there was no need to hide it from Jin Yiwei.

Mou Bin probably knows how much money Yan's house has.

After the inventory, the warehouse was mostly empty.

Yan Chengjin felt nervous as if his health had bottomed out.

"Take someone with you and personally escort these silver coins to the Yamen in Liangxiang."

"I accept my order from my humble position!"

Lin Song took his servants and escorted 150,000 taels of silver to Liangxiang.

But Yan Chengjin was still a little worried, and took the initiative to tell Jin Yiwei: Go and report to your master that I have transported 150,000 taels of silver to Liangxiang, and tell him to keep an eye on it.

The Jinyiwei hurriedly went to report it. After a while, a group of Jinyiwei people quickly left the city and secretly followed Lin Song's carriage.

Huagai Hall,

Emperor Hongzhi spread out paper to draw. The late emperor liked to draw. Influenced by him, Emperor Hongzhi liked to draw the antiques next to him in his spare time.

"Your Majesty, the Yan Mansion has just shipped out 150,000 taels of silver."

"Yan Chengjin is willing to spend so much money?" Emperor Hongzhi raised his head in surprise.

I know that Yan Mansion has made a lot of money from selling books, as well as Yingkesong Restaurant and a workshop in Liangxiang.

If you take out 150,000 taels at a time, even the Ministry of Revenue will show your teeth and scream in pain.

Mou Bin said: "There is no mistake. I have sent a royal guard to escort me. I should be arriving at Liangxiang soon. The prince seems to have gone to Liangxiang today..."

Liangxiang Shipyard, the imperial court pays a tax of one per fifteen, which is a very high tax when converted into silver. Well... Yan Qing's family cares about the people of Liangxiang.

"Well, I understand, please step back."

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Liangxiang,

Zhu Houzhao rushed to Liangxiang Library. The library is the tallest building in Liangxiang. It is brightly lit day and night and is very lively.

On a cold day, Zhu Houzhao walked into the library happily, swaying his folding fan gently.

The scholars hurriedly hid their books, not daring to let Zhu Houzhao see them, for fear of provoking him to fight over poems.

"Zhu Xiaoshou is ruthlessly robbing books again!"

"Where is Yang Shen? Only Yang Shen can cure him."

Zhu Houzhao walked into the lobby proudly like a great devil. He walked around in a circle and saw no one from Yang Shen. He was a little unhappy and asked a clerk beside him: "Where is Yang Shen?"

"With Yang Xiucai's temperament, I'm afraid I have to wait half an hour." The clerk will pay attention to the scholar who is good at poetry.

Zhu Xiaoshou wants to challenge Yang Shen for poetry again?

The scribe secretly admired him.

Zhu Houzhao snorted coldly. He lost to Yang Shen not just once, but many times. He just said one thing because he was afraid that he would not be able to hold his head up in front of Lao Gao.

"Brother Weiwu is asking Yang Shen to compete for poetry again?" Kang Hai asked with a bow.

Zhu Xiaoshou, whose nickname is Weiwei, Zhu Xiaoshou said it himself, and everyone in the library knows it.

Zhu Houzhao was happy: "Ah, you are the defeated general. Why don't you see Yang Shen?"

Maybe I'm too annoyed by you to dare to come... Kang Hai sighed: "Brother Yang came from the capital and will be late. I'm going to read a book first."

Half an hour later, a handsome scholar in blue walked into the library, and many scholars greeted him.

The books that Yang Shen wins will be lent to scholars who cannot get the books.

Therefore, the scholars were very kind to Yang Shen.

The reason why I fought with Zhu Houzhao.

It was because Zhu Houzhao deliberately snatched other people's books for fun, so he started to compete with Zhu Houzhao for poems when he saw injustice on the road.

"Brother Yang, Brother Zhu is here to compete with you again. He's in the lobby. Why don't you hide?"

"It doesn't matter."

A group of scholars gathered around Yang Shen and walked into the library. Zhu Houzhao looked up and saw that Yang Shen was here. The corners of his mouth turned up inadvertently, "Let me wait for this scholar!"

"Brother Weiwu, why don't you read books and always look for people to compete with others about poetry?"

"You are not as smart as Brother Yang, so you should stop grabbing Brother Yang's books."

Several scholars tried to persuade Zhu Houzhao.

Yang Shen saluted Zhu Houzhao and said: "I have defeated Brother Zhu today. I will not disturb you again in the future. If you agree, I will fight Brother Zhu for the last time."

Zhu Houzhao's eyebrows were beaming: "Okay!"

After waiting for a long time, Zhu Houzhao did not speak. He only said happily: "Wait a little longer, there are not enough people, go and call everyone in the reading room."

Cheng Minzheng walked in from outside and saw Zhu Houzhao fighting with others about poetry. He quickly avoided it, but when he saw Yang Shen, he walked over involuntarily.

Zhu Hou had almost taken care of the people before he said: "Today is not about poetry competition. I have a poem. If you can match the following sentences, you will win."

Yang Shen nodded, not afraid of arguments.

He lost to Zhu Xiaoshou ten times in ten fights. Even before he started, the scholars were not optimistic about him.

Zhu Houzhao stepped forward and shook his head: "The rolling water of the Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes."

At the first sentence, Cheng Minzheng was shocked!

Yang Shen's eyes burst into flames, and he stared straight at Zhu Houzhao, his face pale. In the world, perhaps only the dead Li Bai could sing such a majestic and heroic artistic conception.

The whole place was dead silent!