Yang Xiang did not only have one son, he had three sons in total. The younger son was guarding the ancestral home in his hometown and was not in Jiankang. Only the eldest son and the second son were in Jiankang.
However, the eldest son of the Yang family is domineering. Except for Prime Minister Yang, everyone else in the Yang family is more or less afraid of him. Therefore, the second son of the Yang family is outside and does not dare to compete with his brother for the title of "Young Master Yang". They all call themselves "Second Young Master".
Therefore, Mr. Yang has no one else but the boss of the Yang family.
Shen Yi emphasized the words "Mr. Yang" with the two maids just now in order to tell them where he was going, so that even if something unexpected happened, the two little girls could still spread the news.
Of course, it is unlikely that something unexpected will happen to Shen Yi.
This is the foot of the emperor.
He is a serious civil servant with a great reputation. Even if the officers of Jiankang Mansion come to arrest him, they cannot put him on the shackles until his fame is removed!
If the Yang family wants to kill Shen Yi, there is only one way at the moment, which is to find a ruffian on the streets of Jiankang, kill Shen Yi with a knife, and then use this ruffian to kill Shen Yi. Apart from this method, in a short time They couldn't find any reason to take advantage of Shen Yi.
And if the Yang family really did this...
After Old Man Yang retreats, someone will do this to them, so anyone with some brains will not do such a stupid move.
The hatred between Shen Yi and the Yang family is not so great that it will last forever.
Under the leadership of this middle-aged man in blue, Shen Yi went up to the second floor of Chengyi Tea Shop. After entering the private room on the second floor, a warm breath hit his face.
Not only was the stove lit in the private room, but a brazier was also lit.
Behind the stove sat a middle-aged man of about forty years old.
Because across the stove, the heat wave emitted from the stove made the middle-aged man's face look a little distorted.
After Shen Yi walked in, he hesitated for a moment, then cupped his hands to the middle-aged man and said, "Shen Yi from Jiangdu has met Young Master Yang."
This time, Shen Yi was still very stubborn, because he only raised his hand but did not bend down.
This middle-aged man was wearing a maroon robe and was kneeling next to the tea table making tea. After hearing Shen Yi's voice, he turned to look at Shen Yi, and then a smile appeared on his face: "Master Shen is here."
He pointed to the opposite side of him and said with a smile: "Master Shen, sit down and talk."
Shen Yi did not refuse and sat across the tea table from Mr. Yang. Only then did he see clearly what Mr. Yang looked like.
He has a fair face, but as he reaches middle age, he looks a little fatter, has a swollen belly, and his face is a little sluggish.
He has a three-stroke beard and slightly fair skin.
In short...at first glance, he seems to be from a wealthy family, and he seems to be a good person.
However, Shen Yi had heard of Mr. Yang's "good reputation" and knew some of his "anecdotes". He knew that the easy-going middle-aged man in front of him was definitely not a good person.
Let's put it this way, if he didn't have a prime minister father, he wouldn't even be qualified to go to Lingnan to eat lychees.
After Shen Yi sat down, he looked at Yang Fan a few more times, then slightly lowered his eyebrows and said, "I don't know why Mr. Yang came here."
"It's not that I'm looking for you."
Mr. Yang lowered his head and took a sip of tea. After exhaling a hot breath, he put the tea cup on the tea table. He looked up at Shen Yi and suddenly changed the subject. He sighed: "Young Master Shen is really young. Such a young person is really young and outstanding." for."
"If I remember correctly, Mr. Shen was the successful candidate in the provincial examination last year. Is he anxious to take the Chunwei examination this year?"
"Just giving it a try."
Shen Yi's face was calm: "If you hit it, you'll be happy, if you don't hit it, you'll be happy."
"This sentence is interesting."
Mr. Yang clapped his hands and said with a smile: "I'm afraid Zhao Zhi asked you to take the Chunwei exam this year so that you can get a place in the court for him?"
Zhao Zhi is the name of Zhao Changping, and Changping is his cousin.
Yang Fan should be a few years younger than Zhao Changping, but even for people of the same age, it is very impolite to call him by his real name. When Shen Yi heard this, he immediately frowned and stood up from the tea table.
"Master Yang disrespected my teacher in front of me. Isn't it a little too much?"
Seeing that Shen Yi was angry, Mr. Yang still sat there with a smile, and said with a smile but not a smile: "With Mr. Shen's talent, I can wait another three or six years to get into the top of the second class, or even the first class Jinshi." "
Having said this, he paused, then smiled hoarsely and said, "But Minister Zhao insists on letting you take the exam this year. He clearly wants you to occupy a place in the capital for him, and he doesn't take your future into consideration at all."
Yang Fan looked calm and said calmly: "What if you won the Jinshi this year? What if you became a Beijing official? If you are only a top three scholar with the same Jinshi, your future career will inevitably be bleak. You are young now, and you will not be promoted in more than seventy or eighty years. , do you think he, Minister Zhao, still ignores you?"
"At that time, he had already used you Ganquan Academy students to gain momentum and promoted his precious son-in-law! He wouldn't even look at you!"
"You think he is a teacher, but he thinks you are a fool!"
Mr. Yang sneered and said: "Even the position you gave him as a capital official may not be secure in the future. In the future, there will be new Jinshis from Ganquan Academy entering the court. At that time, you will no longer be of use, so you will have to give it to him." Those who come later move away!"
Having said this, Yang Fan looked at Shen Yi and said with a smile: "Master Shen, you are too young. There are many things that Zhao Shilang just said casually, but you followed him wholeheartedly. In the future, he will eat you until you are left with nothing but bones." Now, you still have to count the money for him!"
I have to say that what Young Master Yang said was reasonable and well-founded, and even Shen Yi himself sounded quite reasonable.
After all...Shilang Zhao does have a son-in-law, and this son-in-law is now a fifth-grade Beijing official.
Although Shen Yi kept calling him "disciple uncle" and Zhao Shilang was very kind to him, Shen Yi knew very well that compared to his son-in-law, the status of Shen Yi, his nephew, was really insignificant.
However, Shen Yi still looked calm.
He raised his head to look at Master Yang, took a deep breath and asked: "Master Yang just said that you are not the one who is looking for Shen. Shen wants to ask, who is looking for Shen?"
Seeing Shen Yi's reaction, Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled dumbly: "It's my dad."
He reached out to pour a cup of tea for Shen Yi and said calmly: "My father read the new issue of the Di newspaper and has a lot of things to say in his heart. He wants to talk to many people."
"Among these many people, you, Shen Qi, are included."
Yang Fan lowered his head and took a sip of tea, still with a faint smile on his face.
"But the new year is about to start. He is very busy, and with his status, it is not convenient for him to see you, so he asked me to come and see you."
Mr. Yang put down the tea cup, rinsed the teapot with hot water, and continued: "My father said that when you study, you study hard, and when you take the exam, you study hard."
He looked up at Shen Yi, his eyes terrifyingly calm.
"You, a child, cannot get involved in court affairs."
"The coffin hangs at the mouth of the holy pilgrimage..."
Mr. Yang lowered his eyebrows and said calmly: "If I remember correctly, you Shen Qi is a native of Jiangdu. Your family's ancestors are all natives of Jiangdu. You are not from the south. Since you are not an expatriate from the south, follow me. What's so exciting?"
"My family is from Nandu, and my family doesn't even talk to me!"
He squinted his eyes, with some coldness in his eyes.
"When the war begins, do you know how many soldiers of the imperial court will die? Do you know how much money the imperial court will spend? Do you know whether the battle can be won?!"
"These will all be imposed on the people of Dachen in the end!"
Yang Fan's voice was cold and his words were righteous.
"Shen Qi, you are a person who has read books!"
"You can't be so devoted to flattering the emperor that you lose your conscience!"