When Yang Ling returned to the side hall, Princess Yongfu had already arrived. She was slightly frowning as she paced back and forth in the hall, looking as if she had something on her mind. This hall was usually deserted, but because the Princess was receiving a guest today and Yang Ling had a high status, when Yang Ling arrived, the copper charcoal stoves at the four corners lit up with red charcoal fire. On both sides of the peach wood screen, two red-crowned cranes breathed out faint smoke from their mouths. For a moment, the fragrance was pleasant and warm like spring.
When she saw Yang Ling enter, Princess Yongfu hurriedly went forward and greeted, "Greetings, High Duke."
Yang Ling also cupped his hands and said, "Sorry to keep Princess waiting."
Princess Yongfu smiled and said, "Sorry to keep High Duke waiting. I have just arrived."
Only then did Yang Ling notice that she was wearing a purple silk jacket, a light green bikini with butterflies playing with hundreds of flowers on the outside, a dark blue silk skirt, and a bright yellow cloak that had not been taken off. It was obvious that she had just arrived.
Princess Yongfu twisted her fingers and stole a glance at Yang Ling. Then, she gently sat down on a chair and said, "High Duke, please sit."
Yang Ling nodded and sat on the chair opposite her. He quietly sized up Yongfu. Princess Yongfu's skin was as white as snow. Paired with the light green bikini, she looked very graceful. Her body was light and her waist was slender. When she sat there, the pair of buds on her chest faintly revealed a charming arc. Princess Yongfu was more beautiful than a flower, but there was a hidden bitterness between her eyebrows. She had the temperament of a mature woman.
Yang Ling's heart skipped a beat. Different girls had different styles, just like the blooming of a hundred flowers, each with their own beauty and fragrance. Even though Yongfu's looks were not unique among the beauties he had seen, her aura was something that others could not imitate. Every frown, every smile, every action, even if she sat there leisurely, the slightest difference would bring about a completely different feeling.
Yang Ling did not dare to look any longer. His gaze slightly lowered and stared at the slightly exposed toes of her skirt. He cupped his hands and said, "I wonder what Your Highness has summoned me for?"
"Ah?" Princess Yongfu exclaimed softly. Her dazed mind was suddenly awakened by him. She stammered, "I... Ah! Oh yes, High Duke, did you know Princess Xiang'er from the Shu Palace in Sichuan? "
"I knew her."
Yang Ling only said two words. Yongfu did not know what else to say. She twisted her fair fingers and after a long time, she squeezed out a sentence, "Imperial Mother is very fond of Xiang'er and has promoted her to Princess. She just arrived this morning. After meeting Imperial Mother, I... have just set up a banquet to welcome her."
There was no reply from the other side. Princess Yongfu raised her head nervously. Coincidentally, she met Yang Ling's curious eyes and the faint smile on his lips. This made Princess Yongfu even more flustered.
Behind the screen in the main hall, there were two little girls squatting. One was light pink and the other light green. They were both petite, with fair and tender skin. They were so beautiful that one could not help but want to swallow their saliva.
Gently nudging Princess Yongchun with her elbow, Zhu Xiang'er leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Sister Yongfu is very afraid of Yang."
Yongchun rolled her eyes and mouthed, "Little idiot!"
Zhu Xiang'er grabbed her delicate little earlobe and whispered, "You are the little idiot! Yang is not the Emperor's son-in-law. Why did she call someone over to report about her own family affairs? "
Yong Chun was tickled by Zhu Xiang 'er's breath. She shrugged her left shoulder and shook off Zhu Xiang' er's hand. She raised her finger and shushed Zhu Xiang 'er. Then, like a little puppy, she leaned against the gap between the two screens and peered outside.
Although there was a thick velvet carpet under her feet, she did not look like a princess at all. Zhu Xiang'er smirked and curled her finger and suddenly flicked the tip of her buttocks. Yongchun did not turn her head and gave it a light slap with the back of her hand.
The two girls were eavesdropping and fooling around behind. In front of them, Yang Ling coughed and said, "Princess, you must have something to tell me when you called me here, right? Ever since Yang Ling came to the capital, he has been trusted by the Former Emperor and the Current Emperor. He is also on good terms with the two princes. Yang Ling must be very grateful.
If Your Highness has something that is inconvenient for you to say to the officials, then I will step out of line. Your Highness, you can try to treat me as a close friend. If you have anything on your mind, feel free to tell me. Other than the ghosts and deities of the world, Yang Ling will not let a third person know about it. Your Highness … can speak freely. "
Princess Yongchun proudly pointed at the tip of her nose and then at Zhu Xiang'er's chest. She whispered, "I am the third, and you are the fourth!"
Hearing Yang Ling's words, Princess Yongfu's face turned red. She stammered, "This princess... has always treated you as a friend. I... I want... "
Seeing that there was no one else in the hall, if she were to speak to Yang Ling, it would be easier for her to speak to him than in front of her mother and brother. She gritted her teeth and made up her mind. She directly said, "I want to ask Duke, is there any progress on the selection of the Emperor's son-in-law?"
"Uh, this..." Yang Ling did not dare to say that he had been slacking off for three days and drying his nets for two days. In fact, other than the first day, he had not been there at all.
He braced himself and said, "This, the selection process is very complicated. Master Marquis Of Shouning, Eunuch Bi, and I have carefully selected a few hundred people. After another round of selection, there are only about twenty young talents left. Tomorrow, the three of us will carry out the final selection. After that, we will select three people and bring them to the palace for His Majesty and Empress Dowager to decide."
Princess Yongfu stared at him for a long while. She stared until Yang Ling lowered his head. Princess Yongfu then waved her hand and said, "All of you can leave. Without permission, you are not allowed to enter the hall."
The four eunuchs and two palace maids immediately left. In the empty hall, there were only two people sitting opposite each other. Princess Yongfu stared at the light smoke curling up from Crane's mouth. After a long while, she then sighed, "Duke, this princess's marriage, you... did not put it in your heart at all. Is that right?"
Yang Ling's body trembled. He suddenly raised his head and met Princess Yongfu's bitter eyes. His gaze could not help but droop. After a long while, he said helplessly, "Your Highness, please don't blame me. I... indeed did not put it in my heart. It is not that I want to neglect the Emperor's wishes. It is really …"
Princess Yongfu's lips curled into a bitter smile. "You want me to treat you as a friend. Why are you the one hemming and hawing? Yang Ling, you are not the Duke now. I am not the Princess. The lady in front of you is called Zhu Xiuning. She is a young lady whose happiness is in your hands. Please do not treat it as an official matter. Be honest with me and tell me what is in your heart. Can you? "
Yang Ling just found out her name. Xiuning and Xiuting. So these were the names of the two princesses, Yongfu and Yongchun. He stood up in fear. "Your Highness is too serious. Yang Ling... Ai! Yang Ling... I will just say it. "
He thought about what Hong Niang said. "Men are afraid of entering the wrong profession. Women are afraid of marrying the wrong man. This is a life long event. How can I not be careful? If a man enters the wrong profession, he can change his profession. If a woman marries the wrong man, it will be a lifetime mistake. Yang Ling will not be careless with Your Highness's marriage. But... "
He said helplessly, "Yang Ling does not know how to help Your Highness choose a prince consort. I didn't pay much attention to the matter of the King's Club because I didn't think that it would be able to choose a husband that the Princess would be satisfied with. Choosing the Prince's son-in-law in such a way is like a gamble. Even if Yang Ling stared at it every day, he wouldn't care about whether he won or lost, and he wouldn't try to increase his chances of winning. "
Princess Yongfu's breathing quickened. "Since ancient times, this has been the way to choose a prince consort. What is wrong with it?"
Yang Ling spread his hands and said helplessly, "Has this been the right way since ancient times? What can I do even if I stare at it every day? There are only three factors to choose a candidate. The first is appearance, the second is talent, and the third is character. Even if a handsome young man is chosen, does beauty and charm make him a suitable husband?
Even when a man chooses a wife, the most important thing is virtue, let alone a woman. I have checked the files of the royal family in the past. There are many princes like this who are chosen. It is just that they are suppressed by the rules of the royal family and do not dare to be arrogant and careless. There are many who secretly have affairs. Most of them are afraid of the royal family and do not dare to get close to women, so... they cut their sleeves and split their peaches. "
Princess Yongfu's face was burning. She was deep in the palace and did not know the ugliness of the outside world. The princess lived in the Tenth Wangfu Residence. After a year, she and the prince consort were like cowherd and weaver girl. However, the prince consort did not dare to touch women. What would happen if he was caught? The emperor's father-in-law would not even blink when he killed his son-in-law.
The prince consort was a handsome young man and was as beautiful as a flower. In addition, Ming Destiny was a man. It was not strange for him to cut his sleeves and split his peaches. He even pretended to be a woman. Even the emperor's father could not stop him from sleeping with friends of the same sex, right? Princess Yongfu imagined her husband dressed as a woman to please a man. She could not help but feel nauseous. She turned her head away, her breasts heaving up and down. She bit her lips and did not say anything.
Yang Ling continued, "Speaking of talent, this is the princess choosing a prince consort. It is not the imperial court choosing a scholar. Even if she finds a talented scholar, he has nothing to do with a good husband. It is not a guarantee of love between husband and wife.
Also, character. I remember there was a princess in the previous dynasty who chose a filial husband. His character was noble enough. He was extremely filial and no one disrespected him. In the end, when he was angry with the princess, he changed into old clothes and left the prince consort's residence. Is this the heart of a husband and the bearing of a man? He was filial. When his mother passed away, he went on a hunger strike and followed her. He was filial to the fullest. What about being a husband and a father?
When choosing a husband, appearance, talent and character are admittedly important, but they are not the most important. Now that I am choosing a prince consort for Your Highness, I can only start from these aspects. Princess, how do you want me to start? "
Princess Yongfu was at a loss. "Then … in Duke's opinion, how should we choose this prince consort?"
Yang Ling was silent for a long time. Then he gently shook his head and said, "There is no choice. The prince consort is the Princess' husband. Whether the husband and wife can be affectionate depends on whether the prince consort likes the Princess and whether the Princess likes the prince consort. If the two are in love, then the husband and wife are affectionate. But the Princess has the opportunity to get to know them. You will know who is to your liking. But what about your own heart? There is no opportunity! Only on the wedding night will the Princess be able to see the prince consort's appearance. As for whether he is to your liking or not, that will be a matter after the wedding. "
Princess Yongfu had never felt that it was strange for a woman to choose a husband through three matchmakers and six certificates. After all, this was something she had seen many times since she was sensible. Everyone did it, said it, and thought it. Very few people would think about whether it was reasonable or not. Now that Yang Ling said it, she suddenly realized how ridiculous it was.
Once the Princess got married, it would be hard to turn back. Even if she really chose someone with outstanding appearance, talent and character, would his temperament and temperament be compatible with hers? The most important thing between a husband and wife was love. If their temperaments were not compatible, where would the love come from? To use one's entire life to make a gamble without knowing the outcome …
Thinking of this, Princess Yongfu stood up with trepidation and said, "Then … what should this Princess do? Sir Yang, you … you are very intelligent. You must have a way, right? "
In her panic, she began to call him by the name she was used to. Yang Ling's heart softened when he saw her pale face, but there was a limit to what he could do. He could only console her, "Yang Ling does not dare to claim that he can change the rules of the royal family. But … Yang Ling has some understanding of Her Highness' temperament. During the selection tomorrow, Yang Ling will definitely do his best and strive to choose … a person that can satisfy the Princess. "
Princess Yongfu was a little sad. She looked deeply at Yang Ling and suddenly turned around. She suppressed her excitement and said in a flat voice, "Then … I will entrust my life to Duke Wei."
Yang Ling didn't know what to say. He wasn't arrogant enough to challenge the pinnacle of Ming Destiny's ethical society. He didn't want to go against or change the royal system and let Princess Yongfu choose a man she liked.
"If I ask the Emperor to speak …" This thought flashed past his mind, "No, the Emperor has the final say in other matters. When it comes to choosing a husband, Empress Dowager has more say than the Emperor. Will she allow the royal family to become the laughing stock of the world? Will she let the Princess choose a husband by herself in public? Even if Empress Dowager agrees, with Yongfu's temperament, she won't be able to do it. "
Yang Ling shook his head and sighed, "Yang Ling understands. Your Highness, Yang Ling will take his leave."
Princess Yongfu nodded with her back facing him. Two streams of tears flowed down slowly, "Duke Wei, take care. Yongfu won't see you off."
Yang Ling bowed and quietly took two steps back. He took one last look at the beloved Princess Ming Destiny. Her back view was still beautiful, but it was filled with sorrow and helplessness. Yang Ling didn't feel good either. He sighed softly and silently left the hall.
Princess Yongchun was watching with interest. Suddenly, she saw her sister turn around with two streams of tears flowing down her face. She couldn't help but widen her eyes in shock. Zhu Xiang'er was bored. She followed her sister and laid on the carpet. She arched her head to the side.
At this moment, Yang Ling had already left the hall. Princess Yongfu could hear his footsteps getting further away. She could no longer suppress her crying. She leaned on the table and clenched her fists tightly. She cried so hard that her shoulders shook.
Zhu Xiang'er was so shocked that she wanted to scream. Yongchun, who was already prepared, covered her mouth. Zhu Xiang'er's almond-shaped eyes widened. She turned her head to look at Yongchun. Then, the two heads squeezed together and looked outside.
Princess Yongfu's face was full of tears. She cried sadly, "Do I have to like you? What's the use of liking you? I like you, but can I marry you? I couldn't even tell anyone what was on my mind. It would be great if I had never seen you. Why did Father summon you to the capital? Why did he let me see him? Why does he want to marry so early? Why … Why do I have to be a princess? "
Princess Yongchun patted Zhu Xiang'er's butt. The two of them carefully crawled backwards. Then, they quietly turned the corner of the hall. Holding their breath, they tiptoed through the corner door of the warm wall to the back. They panted heavily.
"Yongchun, your sister likes Yang Ling. She likes that guy with the surname Yang!" Zhu Xiang'er exclaimed softly as soon as she caught her breath.
"Yes! I know! "Yongchun's little face was tense. Her expression was very serious.
"What should we do?" Zhu Xiang'er asked nervously.
"Don't say anything. It's embarrassing for a girl to like a man who has a bunch of wives. If you dare to say anything and embarrass my sister, I won't talk to you anymore. "Yongchun warned worriedly.
"Oh … But … Princess Royal likes Yang Ling." Zhu Xiang'er was worried and asked again.
"So what? She won't like him when she finds a husband. Besides, she only likes him secretly now. The two of them have no physical contact. Do you think a princess will have to marry him as a concubine? "Yongchun said disapprovingly.
Zhu Xiang'er's heart skipped a beat. Her pretty face turned pale. She stammered, "What … What? I have to marry him just because we have physical contact? "
Yongchun rolled her eyes and said like a little adult, "Didn't you read 'Women's Commandments' and 'Women's Teachings' in the Shu King's Residence? Women have four characteristics. The first is womanly virtue, the second is womanly speech, the third is womanly appearance, and the fourth is womanly merit. Being leisurely and chaste, having a sense of shame when doing something, and having a sense of propriety when doing something, are womanly virtues. A woman must be virtuous and chaste. Only her husband can touch her body. If other men touch her, it will taint her innocence … "
She put her little hands together and waved them, "Slash! Cut where you touch!"
Zhu Xiang'er was startled. She suddenly felt her legs turn to jelly and her toes cramped. She seemed to be unable to stand.
Yongchun had a 'vicious' expression on her face. "That's not all. A good chaste woman has to think of a way to kill the guy who molested you. Cut him into a thousand pieces and grind his bones into ashes. Then, remain unmarried for the rest of your life to prove your innocence. Otherwise … you can just be with him. This is what it means to marry a chicken, to marry a dog, to marry a dog. Otherwise, no one will look up to you. Especially us … "
Princess Yongchun raised her chin and said proudly, "We are princesses. The royal family is the role model for the world. As a woman of the royal family, we have to lead by example and be a role model!"
"Oh, oh, of course, of course," Zhu Xiang'er laughed dryly and said awkwardly, "Then … let's pretend we don't know anything. Let's go back quickly. If the Eldest Princess returns to her palace and doesn't see us, she might get suspicious."
Yongchun's eyes darted around. Suddenly, she clapped her hands and said, "When we go back, I'll get someone to keep an eye on things. When the Prince Consort is selected, let's go and take a look. Doesn't sister like Yang Ling? Let's find someone similar in temperament and appearance and tell Empress Mother that sister has taken a liking to him. Hehe, I have many ideas. Come, let's go back quickly. "
Zhu Xiang'er lowered her head and stared at her toes. Her gaze was a little dazed. She looked up and saw that Princess Yongchun had already walked far away. She then hurriedly chased after her.
Huang Jing, who was sweeping the snow from the Ministry of Revenue, was assigned to the same team as Yang Shen by Du Fu. One shoveled snow while the other carried a basket. Seeing the two princesses pass by, Huang Jing, who had a bruise on his right eye, held onto the basket and looked with one eye closed. He asked, "Hey, that lady behind. Judging from her attire, she is also a member of the royal family. Do you recognize her?"
Yang Shen's cheeks were red and swollen from being slapped by his father. He angrily shoveled another shovel of snow and threw it into the sharp basket. He patted it firmly and deliberately made the basket heavier. Only then did he take a glance and say, "I do. That's the little Junzhu of the King of Shu. She's about to be conferred the title of Princess. Huh? "
Yang Shen straightened his back and put his hand on the awning. He squinted his eyes and looked carefully, "Why does the Little Princess walk … have a slight limp?"
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As soon as Yang Ling left the palace, Liu Da Bang Chao came to greet him and whispered, "Duke, the people we sent to track Red Lady have lost her. She is too clever. She passes through the streets and alleys. Our people did not dare to chase too closely. In addition to the heavy snow, the result is …"
Yang Ling nodded and said, "Send someone to investigate in the direction of Bazhou. Also, investigate the governance of the officials in Bazhou. In addition, send someone to keep an eye on Zhou Dean. He received an order from the Ministry of War. On the way to the south, Red Lady will most likely gather a crowd to assassinate him. Send more people. Don't let her kill Commander Zhou. Don't … don't hurt her. "
"Yes!" Liu Da Bang Chao waved his hand to summon a guard and whispered. Yang Ling mounted the horse and said in a clear voice, "To the 'Zhuwang Tavern'."
Sitting on the horse, Yang Ling thought to himself, "Eldest Brother Cui was killed by an arrow, and it doesn't look like it's fake. Cui Ying 'er tailed Zhou Dean and came to the capital for revenge, but her coming to look for me is too sudden and unusual."
Who is Red Lady? She is not a woman that can be described as heroic. Surrounded by hundreds of thousands of soldiers, she calmly broke out of the city and came and went without fear. In Datong, her performance was even better than that of a man.
What was it that made her so weak and helpless? She must have an important secret. Perhaps … Yang Hu's shameless betrayal and his ill-fated relationship with her had caused her to develop feelings for him. However, with her personality, she would not easily ask for help from others. There must be another important matter. What could it be? …
The horse came to a crossroads. It was the tavern where the two met in the morning. The wind and snow had stopped, but the banners were still fluttering. Where is my beloved? Where is my beloved?
"Ying'er, I really want to use my life to make it up to you. But … I can't help you do evil. To you, it is an irreconcilable feud of killing your father, but to me, it is a meritorious general who deserves to be rewarded. From my standpoint, I can't disregard the law and kill for you! If I do that, what difference is there between me and Yang Hu, who will do anything for my own benefit?
I am an official, but you insist on being a thief. If I help you, I will lose my standpoint. If I don't help you … I will lose you. Alas! Why is it that every time I meet you and involve you, I have to make a choice? It is like this in the capital! It is like this in Datong! It is like this … here! "
Yang Ling stopped his horse for a long time. The inn was deserted. Vaguely, it seemed that Cui Ying'er, who was dressed in black and was as bright as the moon, was still sitting there. He looked around and then poured a cup of wine. Then, he got down from his horse and walked over lightly …
Until the people on the street stopped at the corner of the street in surprise, pointing and whispering, Yang Ling sighed sadly and turned his horse back. "I have worried that too much love will harm my Buddhist practice, and I am afraid that I will leave the city when I enter the mountain. How can there be a perfect method in this world, not letting down the Tathagata and not letting down the faithful? Even an enlightened monk has endless worries. Why should I ask for everything to go according to my heart? Hong Niangzi, let's deal with each move according to the situation. Let's see if your devil is one foot higher or my Taoist is ten feet higher! "
When Yang Ling arrived at the Zhuwang Tavern, he saw a black horse carriage coming out from inside. Bi Zhen was standing in the courtyard with a smile on her face. She seemed to have just sent off a guest and was about to turn back. When she saw Yang Ling, she stopped.
The horse carriage and Yang Ling passed each other. He could vaguely hear two coughs coming from the sedan chair. The voice was very young. Yang Ling slowly entered the courtyard and got down from his horse. Bi Zhen came up to him respectfully and said with a smile, "Duke, it's snowing heavily today. You still came."
"Yes, the final selection will be done tomorrow. Then, I will bring it to the palace for His Majesty and Empress Dowager to take a look. How could I not come today? Have the final 21 people been selected? "
"Not 21, it's 22," Bi Zhen said with a smile, "It's the son of An Dongchen, the external treasurer of the Xishku Punishment Treasury. An Dongchen is a small official, but his son is not bad. He became a Juren at the age of 16. Among the 22 people, he is the most famous. Among the other young people, only two are Xiucai. Hehe, I have seen him just now. He is also good-looking and speaks politely. Here, this is the horse carriage that just left."
When Yang Ling heard this, he was overjoyed and felt his shoulders relax a lot. Towards Zhu Houzhao and his sister, Yang Ling's relationship was not just that of a monarch and a subject. He saw Zhengde as his brother and the two cute princesses, one big and one small, as his family. Of course, he hoped that Yongfu would have a good husband.
The current Princess was still young, so the age limit for the Prince Consort candidate was too young. Fourteen to sixteen years old. It was indeed too difficult to find someone with scholarly honors and a good temperament among such young children. Listening to Bi Zhen's description, this child's qualifications were really not bad.
Yang Ling looked back and regretfully said, "Pity, pity, if I came a step earlier, I could see for myself. Hehe, the Emperor has given such an important task to us. This task must be done to the satisfaction of the Empress Dowager, the Emperor and Her Royal Highness the Princess."
"That's right, that's right," Bi Zhen smiled and welcomed Yang Ling into the room. She said, "This young Juren is called An Ye. His family education is good, his appearance is handsome, and his learning is outstanding. I like him. I wanted to let him stay for a while, in case the Duke or the Marquis arrives, they can see for themselves. But he is sick now. I am afraid that it will delay tomorrow's selection, so I let the father and son go back first."
"Sick? What sickness? " Yang Ling suddenly stopped walking. He suddenly remembered that when he passed by the carriage bridge, he did hear two coughs.
Bi Zhen said disapprovingly, "Hai! It's not a serious illness. He is a scholar after all. His body is weak. Whenever the weather is hot or cold, he will catch a cold and cough. My family is getting some medicine to treat it. They originally planned to come back after they are cured. But today is the last day, so they have no choice but to report their names. "
"Oh!" Yang Ling heard that it was only a cold and was relieved. The capital was located in the north, and the four seasons were distinct. When the solar terms were not clear, it was easy for people to fall sick. Since the beginning of winter, the capital had its first heavy snow. These days, due to the dry and cold weather, there were many people who caught a cold. When they coughed, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked. Some people coughed until their throats bled and their stomachs ached.
With Gao Wenxin in the Yang House, of course, such a situation would not occur in the entire residence. The rooms were fumigated with vinegar and everyone was given herbal porridge to drink. Other people did not have such good fortune. Today, the Hall of Literary Glory was a martial arts competition. There were twelve people missing. One was out on a business trip and the remaining eleven were on sick leave.
Yang Ling said, "Oh, it's alright if they catch a cold as long as they are in good condition. But he needs to be treated as soon as possible. If he is chosen to meet the Emperor and he coughs and has a runny nose, the Empress Dowager will not have a good impression of him. I'm afraid that he will not be selected."
Bi Zhen clenched the stack of banknotes in her sleeve and smiled apologetically, "Lord, you are so thoughtful. I will take note of these things. Don't ask him to appear if there's nothing important. After he is done answering the questions on stage, hurry down. Be diligent and tidy yourself up so that you will not lose your appearance."
"Hmm, did you leave behind his materials? And the other twenty-one people's materials, get someone to bring them over. I want to take a look first so that I can have a better idea. "
"Yes, High Duke." Bi Zhen waved his hand and several bailiffs from the 'Zhu Wang Guan' hurriedly brought over a large pile of files.
Bi Zhen smiled and said, "These are the materials of the final candidates. Their family backgrounds and resumes are all clearly recorded. There is a handprint of each person as a guarantee. Each person also has a portrait drawn and placed in the file. These people all have good facial features, clean family backgrounds, and can write poetry. Lord, please take a look! "
At the top was the information of the young Juren, An Ye, who had just left. Princess Yongfu was well-versed in zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry. It did not matter if she found a young and inexperienced husband. He would grow up sooner or later. But if their cultural backgrounds were too far apart, it would be strange if they could have common topics in the future.
Although talent and learning were not the deciding factor, it was an important foundation. An Ye was the only Juren among the candidates, so Yang Ling was very interested in him. He opened An Ye's self-written resume and took a look. The ink had just dried, and the handwriting was elegant and extraordinary. Yang Ling was a student of calligraphy. When he saw that Master An Ye's thin golden handwriting was straight, swift, and smooth, like a blade of grass, he could not help but exclaim in admiration.
When he opened the portrait drawn by the painter, he saw that it was indeed a handsome young man with delicate features. Although the painter's portrait at that time was somewhat off the mark and was not a complete portrait, it was not far from the mark. It seemed that this young man's appearance was quite pleasing to look at.
Yang Ling was excited, "I have not seen the other candidates. Just by looking at these conditions, it is already good. This is great, at least there is not a single person who can catch my eye."
Yang Ling happily flicked the paper portrait and thought, "I have let Hong Niang down, and it has already made me feel very guilty. Yongfu, Yongfu, I, Yang Ling, have finally not let you down! "
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