Is Master Yong satisfied? He is simply too satisfied. Although this token is not a valuable thing and is a bit strange, it is unique.
As far as he knew, although Xu Zizhen was talented in literature and martial arts, he rarely painted. With the powerful intelligence network he had, he only knew that Xu Zizhen had painted one painting for Wen Xian, and he had heard nothing more about it.
As the saying goes, rare things are valuable. Xu Zizhen's poems have already gained a reputation, but his paintings are very few. Now, it would be a very honorable thing to have a painting specially made for him, and there are also words such as father-in-law, Taishan, son-in-law, etc. written next to the painting, but
Said to be unique.
What excited him the most was the poem. In just a few dozen words, it completely expressed his current state of mind. The first half of the sentence made people feel excited and excited after reading it, while the second half made people feel sad for the dying hero.
, Master Yong knew clearly that this was Xu Zizhen's flattery, but the flattery was so sweet that he had the urge to cry.
But what Xu Zizhen said next made him almost jump up. If he wasn't satisfied, he would raise his eyebrows? How dare you threaten me?
Master Yong was about to have a seizure as soon as he stared, but in front of him, he imagined the appearance of two more rat whiskers on his face.
No, the majesty turned into vulgarity in an instant, this is absolutely not okay!
"You dare!" Lord Yong lowered his voice.
Xu Zizhen pretended to touch the charcoal strips from his arms and said leisurely: "Then you can show your attitude."
Master Yong held his breath and said: "Satisfied, I am satisfied, okay?"
"You... brat, you're cruel!" Master Yong looked vicious on the surface, but in fact he was still proud of himself. The painting satisfied him, the words satisfied him, and the most satisfying thing was that Xu Zizhen had promised to propose marriage when he returned home, so
He fulfilled his promise, turned around and smiled at the stunned scholars, "Everyone, how did I choose this virtuous son-in-law?"
The scholars finally came to their senses, and their emotions burst out instantly. They came over excitedly to congratulate Lord Yong and salute Xu Zizhen. They were all top scholars in the Song Dynasty. It was not easy to convince them, but Xu Zizhen
This painting and this poem shocked them all to the ground.
Xu Zizhen returned the greetings with a smile on his face, but felt that his cheeks were almost stiff, and he quickly kicked Master Yong secretly.
Master Yong glared back at him, then coughed slightly and said, "Everyone, I have something to say. I wonder if you would like to hear it?"
“Naturally!”
"I'm all ears!"
"Prince Yong, please!"
Master Yong quickly organized the words in his mind, and then asked seriously: "The national crisis is facing us. I wonder if you would like to donate three feet of your body or just take care of yourself?"
The scholars immediately burst into laughter, shouting one after another: "I am willing to join the army in my late life. Even if I die in battle, it is better than being a slave to the subjugation of my country!"
"Exactly!"
Master Yong raised his hand and pressed it softly: "I, the Song Dynasty, have no shortage of hot-blooded men. You are the ones. I naturally know this."
After saying this, the scholar became quiet. Master Yong then changed his tone and said, "But it's easy for you to write a pen, so what can you do if you join the army? Charge into battle and risk your life with a golden dog?"
The scholars looked at each other, and one said: "I...I can serve as a staff officer in the army."
Master Yong sneered: "Staff officer? How many art of war have you read? How many actual battles have you fought?"
The man suddenly fell silent.
Lord Yong paused and said earnestly: "Now the country is in a critical situation. What our Song Dynasty needs now is not ministers who can govern the world, but brave generals who can defend the enemy." As he spoke, he pointed to the scholar who just spoke, "Are you right?
That’s right, you can be a staff officer, but you can’t become a staff officer by reading a few sage books. You have to learn from it!”
The scholars looked at each other again. In the Song Dynasty, there were schools and martial arts schools in various states, but there was no one who specialized in the art of war. Today, the generals in the Song Dynasty who know how to fight and lead troops either come from a family of military generals, or they have learned military skills by themselves, but it doesn’t matter who they are.
They are all based on experience slowly pondered through countless actual combats.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Lord Yong said seriously: "Have you heard that Yingtian Academy has been renamed as the Civil and Military Academy?"
The scholars nodded one by one, but someone raised a question: "Yingtian Academy is not something I can go to if I want to."
Master Yong kicked Xu Zizhen back and whispered, "It's your turn."
Xu Zizhen secretly cursed the old fox, but with a friendly smile on his face, he cupped his hands and said: "It is now, but it may not be in the future. I will have tea with His Royal Highness when I get back and talk to him about the restructuring of the academy. I want to come
It won't take long for you to go if you want, but I guess there will still be an exam, so if you go, it's better to prepare early."
The scholars were stunned for a while, and then cheered in unison. They had been yearning for Yingtian Academy for a long time, but it was a serious Imperial College, which ordinary people just went to.
If someone else had said what they just said, they would have been spit on their face, but Xu Zizhen is not an ordinary person. He has a very close relationship with King Kang Zhao Gou and even Prince Zhao Huan. There are rumors that he blew up the nephew of Right Prime Minister Wang Fu.
No one would do anything to him even though he was a coke, so they were now convinced that it might not take long for them to enter the school they dreamed of.
Scholars all have bad tempers. They can't use force, they can only use coaxing. Xu Zizhen and Yong Ye worked together to coax these dozens of bookworms back. They looked at each other and decided to use this method when they return.
If you try to coax other scholars, you must ensure that there are as few scholars as possible in Bianjing City.
The scholars retreated, and Xu Zizhen and the others had already had their fill of wine and food. Master Yong knew the identities of Zhuo Ya and Gillian, and did not want to disturb their rest anymore. Unexpectedly, Xu Zizhen did not intend to let him go, and pulled him into his room alone.
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As soon as he closed the door, Xu Zizhen said with an unhappy face: "Master Yong, you are not kind."
Master Yong asked curiously: "How could I not be kind?"
Xu Zizhen said: "Let me ask you, you came here as soon as I entered Jingzhao Mansion. Even an old cat can't find salted fish as fast as you, right? Tell me, how many intelligence networks have you deployed? How many manpower do you have?"
Master Yong was stunned: "You kid, are you actually thinking about me?"
Xu Zizhen said nothing, only stared at him with his eyes.
Master Yong chuckled and didn't answer immediately. He looked at him from head to foot, then from foot to head. He looked at him for half a stick of incense and suddenly asked: "What are you going to do next?"
Xu Zizhen didn't even want to say four words: "Hide your strength and bide your time."
Master Yong asked again: "What then?"
Xu Zizhen pondered for a moment, a look of perseverance flashed in his eyes, and this time he only said two words: "Destroy the gold!"
Master Yong's eyes were as wide as copper bells, his mouth was open and he was stunned for a long time, and then he suddenly slapped the table: "Okay."
Xu Zizhen said: "Well, I just want to show my attitude whether I give it to you or not."
Master Yong chuckled, walked to the window and tapped on the window lattice three times.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
Xu Zizhen didn't understand what he meant, and was about to speak when he saw the window suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a black shadow walked into the room like a ghost, kneeling on one knee in front of Master Yong.
"Roji pays homage to the master."
Master Yong waved his hand: "Come, meet your new master Xu Zizhen."