"Xiangye, can you help me?"

As a person who has been reborn with a thousand-year-old culture, Yang Yansi is confident that he will definitely be able to pass the test in poetry and arithmetic. He also knows a thing or two about Go and painting. But his calligraphy, written like a dog, was praised by Zhao Pu as the ugliest in the world, and he obviously couldn't handle it. In terms of piano skills, he doesn't know anything about it.

As for the scriptures and Moyi, this is a bit of a test of memory. The scriptures are somewhat similar to the fill-in-the-blank questions of later generations, and the meaning of Moyi is similar to the ancient translations of later generations. These two items are also compulsory in the imperial examination.

Now that the Taixue assessment questions have come out, the time for the assessment must be in the near future. It is difficult for Yang Yansi to memorize all the Five Classics, let alone the Scriptures.

I have to admit that Wang Qin's move is really vicious, completely blocking Yang Yansi's lifeline, and he can only ask Zhao Pu for help.

The painting skills that Zhao Pu needed were in Yang Yansi's hands, and he couldn't refuse Yang Yansi, so he could only prevaricate.

"Boy, you're asking the wrong person. The old boy in charge of Taixue is Shen Lun, he and the old man have a political disagreement, even if the old man helps you intercede, it will not help. ”

"Shen Lun?" Yang Yansi frowned, "What hobbies does this person have?" Can the boy take a thousand taels from you and give it to him? ”

"Huh?" Zhao Pu was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, "Boy, Shen Lun is upright, his sleeves are clean, if you want to bribe, it is impossible." What's more, if you still want to use the old man's money to bribe, it will be even more impossible. ”

Zhao Pu's words were full of powerlessness.

Yang Yansi's face turned dark, "I don't care if Shen Lun is greedy for money or not, if you want to learn my painting skills, take a thousand taels and repair it." ”

The smile on Zhao Pu's face stopped abruptly and roared loudly.

"Stinky boy, a thousand taels of repair...... Why don't you grab it! ”

Zhao Pu has loved yellow and white things all his life, and Yang Yansi opened his mouth to repair a thousand taels of bunches, which is simply cutting flesh on Zhao Pu's body.

Yang Yansi sneered.

"Rob? Am I just robbing again? By the way, this thousand taels must be gold. ”

"Shaft!" Zhao Pu trembled angrily, and flicked his sleeves, "The old man doesn't learn anymore." Anan, go home. ”

Zhao Pu walked to the door of the small building with Anan's support, and Yang Yansi's voice sounded behind him.

"Xiangye, I happen to have a portrait here, don't you want to take a look?"

Zhao Pu turned his head and saw a portrait that seemed to be printed. Eyes, eyebrows, mouth and nose, exactly the same.

"This ...... Like, it's too similar. There really is such a painting technique in the world. Zhao Pu muttered to himself.

Ah Qi, who was waiting beside Yang Yansi, looked dull and pointed to the portrait.

"Isn't that me?"

Yang Yansi smiled indifferently: "Like it? If you like it, I'll give it to you. ”

This painting was painted by Yang Yansi for Ah Qi in his spare time before. Give it to Ah Qi now, as it should be.

Ah Qi took the painting like a baby, cautiously stayed away from the old Zhao Tou who was staring at him in a daze, and then carefully folded it and put it in his arms.

"Waste something! Such a good painting, given to a girl, where does she know how to appreciate it. ”

Zhao Pu looked reluctant, and he couldn't wait to rush forward and snatch it from Ah Qi's arms.

Yang Yansi shrugged his shoulders, "My paintings, I want to give them to whomever I want." You don't care, besides, how do you know that Ah Qi doesn't know how to appreciate? Our family Ah Qi is smart. ”

Hearing this, Ah Qi nodded violently.

Zhao Pu beat his chest and paused, "Boy, you won, one thousand taels of gold, tomorrow." ”

Yang Yansi scratched his ears, "The price has risen, and now I have two thousand taels of gold." ”

"Poof!"

Zhao Pu almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, he regretted that he shouldn't have turned back just now. Otherwise, how can there be a chance for this kid to take advantage of the fire to rob.

"Two thousand taels is two thousand taels! Tomorrow. ”

Zhao Pu almost gritted his teeth and said this, he felt that the flesh in his heart was being dug up by Yang Yansi piece by piece.

"Thank you for your patronage!" Yang Yansi said to Zhao Pu with a proud face: "The day the gold is presented is the time when the kid teaches you painting skills." ”

Zhao Pu trembled, and with Anan's support, he staggered out of the small building.

As soon as Zhao Pu left, the smile on Yang Yansi's face gradually retracted.

Wang Qin viciously set up the nine exams, but Zhao Pu refused to help, he felt that it was very tricky.

Just as Yang Yansi was frowning, the bull staggered into the door and pointed in the direction of Bianjing City.

"Young master, the horse face was detained by Dali Temple."

Yang Yansi got up suddenly, "What's going on, explain it carefully." ”

Niu Tou panted, hung his head and said: "Today, among the people we sent to Dali Temple, one of them is the son of the supervisor of Dali Temple. Our brother sent people in, and they were taken down by the jailers. The horse was seized, and they sent me back to report it. ”

Yang Yansi frowned, "Who is the supervisor of Dali Temple?" ”

The bull head is also smart, and he inquired when he came back.

"This person's name is Coach Mi."

Coach M?!

Hearing this name, a cold light flashed in Yang Yansi's eyes.

Who is Coach Mi? Others may not know, but Yang Yansi, who is familiar with "Yang Jiajiang", is very clear. Jin Sha's plot to frame the Yang family general has this person involved. In addition, there was also this person who shot Yang Qilang in the Xibi Battalion.

There is absolutely no mercy for someone who can do something to a seventeen-year-old child.

"I'm not going to you. You took the initiative to deliver it to the door. ”

Yang Yansi seems to have an easy-going personality, but he is paranoid in his bones. He doesn't want to hold grudges with people, and even hates to hold grudges with people. But once you resent the previous person, then you will definitely be ruthless.

For Coach Mi, Yang Yansi hated it from the bottom of his heart.

If he could, Yang Yansi didn't want to have any grievances with this kind of person. He only needs to let the Yang family be safe and secure, and it is enough for a lifetime.

Right now, I'm afraid his wish is going to be frustrated.

"Prepare the horses! Come with me into the city. ”

Borrowing three horses from Wang Gui's mansion, Yang Yansi took Niu Tou and Gu Wuyan to enter Bianjing City before the city gate was closed.

rode all the way to the prison of Dali Temple, and when they arrived at the prison of Dali Temple, the chief officials in charge were all off work.

Yang Yansi wanted to go to prison, but the jailer refused to live or die.

Yang Yansi wanted to break through, but was stopped by Gu Wuyan.

"Seventh Young Master, you don't have an official status, and trespassing into the prison of Dali Temple is a serious crime. This matter has to be considered in the long run. ”

Gu Wuyan's words, Yang Yansi listened to it, stuffed some broken silver to the jailer, and entrusted him to take care of Ma Mian. The three of them rode to the Yang Mansion.

As night fell, the gates of the Yang Mansion were closed.

Knocking on the door, the old servant who was keeping vigil saw Yang Yansi and was overjoyed, and happily welcomed the three of them.

When I returned to the house, it was inevitable that I would visit my parents and brothers.

Thankfully, his brother and sister-in-law all fell asleep. You don't have to go to see them one by one. You only need to be in the main hall of the middle hall to see Yang Ye and She Saihua.

Entering the middle hall, I was faced with a colorful tiger picture, majestic.

Yang Ye sat under the tiger picture, accompanied by She Saihua.

"The boy has seen his father...... I've seen my mother's ......."