Yang Ling had done them an empty favor. In reality, there was no need for him to take care of it, and there was no need for the princesses to buy it for him. Gu Dayong was originally a servant in the palace. What the women of the royal family used and what gifts they gave each other, these princesses might not even have a thorough memory of it.
Gu Daeyong had already bought more than ten carts of things. Each box was marked according to the emperor, empress dowager, empress, imperial concubines, and princesses. He even carefully prepared a valuable gift for the wives of Duke Wei Yang Ling's family.
Emperor Zhengde stayed in Suzhou for more than ten days. It was estimated that the generals arranged in advance were already in place. They only needed a little more time to control the army and deploy the manpower according to the plan. After that, Zhengde could immediately return to the capital and start the national change of government and military leaders to completely eliminate all hidden dangers. Therefore, the trip to Hangzhou was still smooth.
Archbishop Lamario's people had witnessed the beauty, richness, and strong economic strength of Jin Ling and Gusu. They were completely convinced. Once, Marco Polo's travels to the East were ridiculed in the West because they did not believe that such a place existed in the world.
Although some Western adventurers had come to the East in recent years and witnessed Marco Polo's words, in the eyes of most people, they still thought that he was exaggerating to lobby the nobles and obtain enough overseas sponsorship. However, after seeing the richness and beauty of this place with their own eyes, they had no choice but to believe this fact.
Jin Ling city was rich and powerful, it was hundreds of times richer than their imperial capital. Suzhou's municipal government was hundreds of years earlier than their city. Even their biggest city only had a population of a hundred thousand. But here, they saw a luxurious metropolis with millions of people. It was really like a country bumpkin entering a city, it was a feast for the eyes.
Now, they set off to Hangzhou in high spirits. Of course, they also brought the countless exquisite gifts they bought for the king and queen, other nobles, wives and lovers, and so on.
They had already decided to set up a commercial bureau in this metropolis near the sea. Although they had not seen the beauty and richness of this place, they had seen Jin Ling and Suzhou. They no longer had any doubts about Hangzhou.
Hangzhou did not have as long a history as Suzhou. After the Qin unified the six states, Qiantang County was set up in Lingyin Mountain. Now, it was already part of Hangzhou. At that time, it was still a beach with the tide. West Lake had not yet appeared. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, a seawall was built from Gem Mountain to Wansong Ridge. West Lake began to be cut off from the sea and became an inner lake.
It was not until the Sui and Tang Dynasties that Hangzhou, as the starting and ending point of the Grand Canal, established its status as a shipping and trade center. It became a well-known commercial city and an important trading port in the country. At that time, taxes accounted for five percent of the national revenue of the Tang Dynasty.
In the Northern Song, Hangzhou was already known as the "First province in the southeast". At that time, Hangzhou ranked first in the country in terms of business tax and liquor tax, followed by the capital Bianliang. When the Southern Song Dynasty set the capital at Hangzhou, carriages and carriages stopped at the capital. Clothes and hats were everywhere, and the people and goods were abundant. Hangzhou became the center of the country. Although the Southern Song Dynasty was very weak militarily, when it came to prosperity and wealth, Hangzhou was already the largest city in the world.
It was not until Ming Destiny established the country and imposed a ban on the sea and the harassment of the Wokou every year that Hangzhou declined. However, this situation had only lasted for a hundred years, while its prosperous and rich metropolis had experienced hundreds of years. At that time, the residents of Hangzhou had not lost the momentum that they should have.
Now that the sea had been reopened, Hangzhou had once again become the number one port for foreign trade, and there was also Yan Song, the young and capable magistrate, standing guard here. In addition, it had not lost its strength, and it had a deep foundation. What kind of appearance did Hangzhou have at the moment?
The Emperor entered the city of Hangzhou from Yuhang Gate and stayed at the temporary palace at the foot of Lonely Mountain. Magistrate Yan Song, the officials of Hangzhou, and the guard eunuchs all came to welcome the Emperor. A banquet was held outside West Lake Restaurant. It was noisy until night.
The next day, Yan Song came to see the Emperor again to listen to the Emperor's inquiry about the governance of Hangzhou. Yan Song's preparations were far more thorough than Gu Daeyong's. He answered fluently and spoke in an extraordinary manner. Emperor Zhengde was very pleased and couldn't help but look at Yang Ling with an admiring gaze.
The civil officials in charge of taxation, trade, and local politics, such as Gu Daeyong and Yan Song, as well as the trustworthy generals like Xu Tai, Li Sen, Bai Zhongzan, and Xu Tai, were all recommended by Yang Ling. Now it seemed that Yang Ling indeed had a good eye for people. These people had done a good job.
Emperor Zhengde listened to Yan Song's statement and laughed. "Come, find a seat for Minister Yan."
Yan Song was flattered and said he didn't dare. Yang Ling smiled. "How can I refuse a seat from the Emperor? Sit down."
"Yes!" Yan Song clasped his hands in thanks and sat down. Only then did he lower his butt and sit on half of the chair. Emperor Zhengde said happily, "This time, I went south to see the development of Jiangnan and understand the local people. Subject Yan, I heard what you said just now. Hangzhou's industry and commerce are flourishing and trading is widespread. I am very pleased. Tell me, what other situations are there? "
Yan Song clasped his hands. "Your Majesty, Hangzhou's industry and commerce are developing very quickly. However, Suzhou is close and focuses on developing industry. Therefore, I am in Hangzhou and focus on commerce. We complement each other and don't have to compete too much for resources.
Currently, Hangzhou has 433 businesses. It is the most well-equipped trading company. Relying on the convenience of canals, sea, and land transportation, it is the hub of the world. It has established trade with Japan, Korea, Luzon, Nanyang, Persia, Arabia, and nearly 50 other vassal states and regions.
In commerce, because the court has abolished the tribute system and replaced it with open trade, trading on equal terms, each taking what they need. Moreover, detailed laws have been formulated. The officials act according to the laws and have the support of the Emperor and the court, so there are no major problems.
There are currently 1.4 million residents in Hangzhou. Every day, they consume a huge amount of chicken and pork. There are already farmers who specialize in raising them to make a living. The government protects and encourages them. If there are major losses due to plague or difficulties in selling, the government will compensate them to avoid harming the farmers' vitality.
In addition, Hangzhou is Dafu. There are too many people. Right now, the city has specially funded and hired some unemployed people to take charge of fire prevention and epidemic prevention. Every year, especially in summer, they must clean up the city's dirt and garbage to prevent epidemics … "
He glanced at Zheng De's expression. Seeing that Zheng De was smiling happily, he continued, "Speaking of industry and agriculture, Hangzhou's main industries are Tiger Cave's colorful porcelain, tea leaves, silk weaving, papermaking, printing, rice, and breeding.
The rice being planted is the Zhengde rice that Your Majesty personally allowed to be successfully planted. This type of rice is drought-resistant, pest-resistant, and high-yielding. I am calling on the local authorities to use the transplanting method to plant it. Although the original direct seeding method omitted the two steps of raising seedlings and transplanting, it had a greater impact on the yield, such as leveling the field, keeping the seedlings warm during the seedling stage, preventing weeds, and preventing lodging.
Now, using the method of raising seedlings and transplanting not only overcomes these problems, but it also saves seeds and water and increases the yield. Most importantly, there is no need to wait for the rice to ripen. The new seedlings can be cultivated. The rice fields in Jiangnan can have two crops a year, doubling the yield. If we go to Minnan and use this method, we can have three harvests a year. The common people will benefit greatly. This is all because of Your Majesty's kindness. "
When Zhengde heard this, his eyebrows danced. He didn't think that a sentence from back then could have such an unexpected effect. It seemed that those in high positions were always careful and careful, especially when it came to governing a country. They couldn't be careless.
Yan Song continued, "As for the poor fields, we will plant sweet potatoes and corn that are easy to manage and high-yielding. The military fields are being reorganized, and the first step will be to plant cotton. This way, we can quickly see results and sell them for a high price. We can use them to settle the soldiers stationed there."
Yang Ling interrupted, "Official Yan, when I was in Suzhou, I heard that a large amount of silk cocoons come from the farmers of Hangzhou. You are a large supplier here. Eunuch Gu said that you are currently improving some things. Can you tell me in detail?"
Yan Song happily said, "Yes, Your Majesty trusted me and entrusted me with the heavy responsibility of Hangzhou's prefectural magistrate. Your humble subject is moved to tears, wishing that I could break my body and crush my bones to repay you. I am careful in every aspect, afraid that Your Majesty will be disappointed. Your humble subject was born a scholar, but silk is the foundation of Jiangnan. It concerns the national economy and the people's livelihood, so your humble subject does not dare to be careless.
Your humble subject does not understand agriculture, so I recruited skilled craftsmen to carry out research. From raising silkworms and reeling to weaving and spinning tools, everything has been improved. The selection of silkworm eggs, the prevention and cure of silkworm disease, the cultivation of mulberry leaves, the art of raising silkworms, the method and tools of spinning cocoons and reeling have all been improved. As for the mulberry trees, we are currently selecting plants to improve them, making them short and have more leaves. Picking more leaves will save labor. "
Emperor Zhengde nodded and said with a smile, "Very good. Is there any problem in Hangzhou that the imperial court needs to solve? Zhen came to Hangzhou today, just in time to solve it nearby. "
Yan Song raised his clear and straight eyebrows. "Speaking of problems," he said, "there is one that your humble subject wants to present to Your Majesty in detail. Your Majesty, the current Ming Destiny's papermaking industry is very developed. Take the town of Shitang in Jiangxi's Qian Shan as an example. There are no less than thirty households in the paper mill, and no less than one or two thousand workers in each mill. The output is astonishing.
Nowadays, most of the pulp is boiled with lime, which increases the quality of the pulp. The raw materials of the paper mill are mixed with water, which increases the efficiency. All kinds of high, middle, and low quality paper are transported down the river. The cost is also low. With more paper, the printing workshop is flourishing. Now there are a large number of letter-engravers in Hangzhou's urban and rural areas.
The price of letter-engraving is two boards per leaf, and each board is one qian and five fen. Movable type printing costs three fen to engrave a hundred characters. Because letter-engraving is cheap, many books are printed, and the number of scholars who privately fund printing has also increased.
Originally, this was a good thing, but now the bookshops are not only publishing the Thirteen Classics and the Seventeen Histories, but also series of books, special collections, Daoist canons, lyrics and songs. Because there are many businesses in Hangzhou, it is inconvenient to spread information. Now there are people who specialize in publishing information about various industries. The paper is rough, the printing is simple, and it is only for temporary needs.
Sometimes, in order to attract buyers, they will mix in some recent anecdotes, stories from the streets, and even the affairs of the brothels. This is a new thing, and the imperial court does not have the relevant laws to restrict it. It is quite strenuous for me to guide and manage it. Therefore, I want to present this to Your Majesty. Is this kind of behavior forbidden? How can it be managed? "
Yang Ling smiled slightly. The papermaking industry promoted the letter-engraving industry, and the letter-engraving industry promoted the printing industry. The need for commercial activities promoted the two different industries to connect, and thus the newspaper industry was born.
The birth of this new industry, the newspaper industry, promoted the perfection of the law. The economy influenced politics, law, and culture. The perfection of politics, law, and culture, in turn, continued to promote the development of the economy. They were all intertwined and constantly derived, and along with their development, what new industries would appear?
This was the so-called method of boiling a frog in warm water, the theory of the pyramid of humanism. He could finally see its wondrous effect with his own eyes. If he was divorced from reality and blindly rushed the Great Leap Forward, would there be a day when he would see all of this with his own eyes?
As Yang Ling thought of this, he suddenly thought of a person, that Wang Mang who had been written in poetry and reviled for tens of thousands of years. Could that fellow Wang Mang also be a transmigrator? As soon as Wang Mang ascended to the throne, he divided the land equally among the people, abolished the slave trade, and controlled the smelting of iron and the minting of money to prevent rich merchants from manipulating the market. He established a national bank, and the poor people could apply for loans from the country, putting an end to usury. From the Emperor to the officials, they all implemented a floating wage system. Wang Mang strictly punished corruption, and established a reporting system.
Equal land, talking about human rights, he really did not know how his family, which had produced nine marquises and five generals, could have such ideas, and what was the result?
Just as Zhengde was about to say that since the commoners did not have a preface to publishing it, and that it was immoral, then it should be banned. Suddenly, he saw the smile on Yang Ling's lips, and his heart involuntarily flipped. Could it be that Subject Yang has some unique views?
He then thought of what he had just thought: as a person of high status, one should always be careful, and be careful in all aspects, especially in governing a country, and should never be careless. Zhengde became cautious. He thought carefully for a long time, and then nodded slightly. "Oh, I understand. Since the commoners have published these things because of business needs, there must be a value to their existence. We cannot blindly forbid them from eating for fear of choking, and the government can step in to guide them.
How about this, if some matters involve morals, or violate the law, it should be controlled through prohibition, punishment, and other methods. Ordinary folk customs, rural gossip, can all be published. Go back and report the details of the situation, and any suggestions you have, when we return to the capital, we will summon the officials to discuss it, and formulate a relevant law to restrict it. "
"Yes!" Yan Song bowed his buttocks, cupped his hands and said.
Zhengde nodded and smiled. "Good, we will stay in Hangzhou for a few days. When we arrive at the holy land of Tiantang, we will have to walk around. Tiger Cave, Longjing Tea Garden, Mulberry Mountain Rice Field, we will visit them all. In these three days, we will enjoy the scenery of Hangzhou: West Lake, Lingyin Temple, Tiger Running Spring, Qiantang River's Six Harmonies Pagoda, we have long heard of their famous names. "
Yan Song had already made all kinds of preparations for these things, so he only bowed and said, "Yes, your subject will go back and arrange it."
Zhengde waved his hand and said, "Tiger Cave, Longjing Tea Garden, and Mulberry Mountain Rice Field, I will leave these matters to you to arrange. There is no need to go sightseeing; with so many attendants, we will lose the fun of sightseeing. We will go incognito and have fun with the people. "
As soon as Yan Song heard this, he jumped in fright and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, you must not, your subject does not dare to hide anything from Your Majesty. Hangzhou has a large population, plus the internal and external business, there are as many merchants as there are clouds in various countries and places. Because of this, scoundrels, thieves, and swindlers frequently commit fraud and theft, but they are severely punished without end. Your subject has a big headache. Your Majesty is an honorable person, how can you lightly involve the common people?"
This kind of thing also happened in Beijing, but in any luxurious city, this kind of thing always emerged without end. Darkness always appeared with light, and the most fertile land was also the easiest to breed pests. Zhengde smiled disapprovingly and said, "What are scoundrels afraid of? Although we are going to travel incognito, there will always be internal imperial bodyguards accompanying us. Besides, the places we go to are all bustling and prosperous places, even scoundrels and ruffians will have some misgivings. "
Yan Song was helpless. He could only secretly inform the judges, patrol inspectors, and all the public security yamen to strengthen their governance, so as not to disturb the emperor's mood.
Gazing at Yan Song's departing back, Emperor Zhengde nodded slightly and said to Yang Ling, "Subject Yang, this person is quite talented and can be of great use!"
"Yes, Your Majesty has a discerning eye!" Yang Ling smiled confidently.
The worry and fear he had towards Yan Song in the past had now disappeared from Yang Ling's mind. He was no longer worried about what would happen to Yan Song once he obtained a high position. Yan Song had not changed. From what he understood, this person was still not interested in women, but he was greedy for power. But who didn't have a goal in life? Were those famous officials indifferent to fame and fortune? Were they hermits in the mountains?
A person's ambition would gradually change with the expansion of power and the surrounding environment. Now was different from the past. A different emperor, a different court, a different Ming Destiny, a rapidly changing Ming Destiny, would also create a different Yan Song!
More importantly, it came from self-confidence. If self-confidence could steadily control a thousand-li horse, then why not let him travel a thousand li in a day?
Yang Ling smiled as he looked at Yan Song's departing back. Everything in his previous life could only be used as a reference, and could not be used as a ruler to measure everything in history. Yang Ling, had truly integrated into this world. This world, had truly changed because of him. It would no longer repeat everything in Yang Ling's memory.
The future, would be a future that Yang Ling, a person from five hundred years in the future, could not predict …
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The next day, Zhengde, Tang Yixian, and the princesses would tour Hangzhou together. Their first stop was naturally the famous West Lake. Before the large group of people left, Archbishop Lamario and Marquis Lamond rushed over excitedly. It turned out that they had already chosen the location of the commercial bureau and had revised the detailed trade contract between the two countries. They rushed over eagerly for His Majesty the Emperor to sign it.
Yang Ling read through the articles in detail, and then read through the documents again. The articles were written in both the Chinese and American languages, and the envoys were well-behaved. All the articles followed the rules, and there was nothing inappropriate. The Zheng De Emperor was also a straightforward person, and immediately signed it with his seal. He also sent a letter to Beijing, ordering the cabinet to immediately announce it to the world.
Archbishop Lamario asked Emperor Zhengde to personally sign the official letter with his seal, and immediately left excitedly. He wanted to build a commercial office at Yangbatou and an attached cathedral, a warehouse, a hospital, and a school. At least a hundred families would be moved there, and they would occupy a place on this giant ship that would lead the world through the winds and waves into the future.
Yangbatou, more than two hundred years ago, was where the Muslim Alauddin built the Phoenix Temple. It became one of the four ancient Islamic temples in China. It seemed that Archbishop Lamario wanted to develop and compete for believers here.
He even wanted to ask the Pope for permission to personally come to this paradise on earth to become the Cardinal of the Church in the East. He left excitedly, followed by the red-eyed Count Bamond. He couldn't abandon his territory and come to the far east, which made him very jealous of Archbishop Lamario's luck.
However, he had also bought a piece of land here. He was prepared to go back and persuade his fallen brother to bring his two handsome nephews and three beautiful nieces to settle down in this most beautiful, fertile and lively place. He believed that his family would be able to stand out from the rest of the nobles. Yes, in the words of the East, they would stand out from the crowd!
Zheng De and the others did not inform the local authorities. The feeling of clearing away all the tourists and enjoying the scenery alone was not a good one. Zheng De hated the life of a saint who lived apart from the crowd the most. It was rare for him to leave the capital, so how could he not indulge himself?
Thus, Young Master Zhu and Young Master Yang took the five beauties on a trip.
Upper Jewelry Alley and Lower Jewelry Alley were popular places for gold, silver, and jewelry. Rice Market Alley, Firewood Alley, and Vegetable Market Bridge were bustling markets. Wazi theaters could be found all over the city. These places were the busiest, and the public security was naturally the most chaotic. However, Emperor Zhengde and the princesses disdained visiting these places, which made Jiang Bin feel more at ease.
Jiang Bin was wearing a hero's headband, short clothes, a centipede buckle, and a nunchaku on his waist. Jiang Bin had the appearance of a ruffian, and there were two scars on his face. If it were not for the dignified expressions of Zhengde, Yang Ling, and the five beauties behind him, who would be able to tell that this was Jin Ling city's Zongbing Jiang?
It was spring, the best time to enjoy the willow waves and hear the orioles. Zhengde and the others rented a pleasure boat and went on a stroll on the lake until noon. Their interest did not diminish, and they continued to stroll along the long embankment.
Zhengde and Tang Yixian walked next to each other. Yongchun was on her sister's side, and kept talking to Xiang 'er. Xiang' er did not think that she cared about Yang Ling, but when she saw the couple walking in front of her, sometimes whispering, sometimes laughing, and exchanging glances, she felt sour in her heart, but she could not show it.
Zhang Fubao saw the three sisters' actions and thoughts, and could not help but secretly laugh. She did not want to pay attention to Yang Ling's actions, but now she wanted to look at them from time to time. She saw the couple in front of her, like a shadow following the body, tender and sweet, and couldn't help but think of the scene in her dream that night. She imagined that if the woman Yang Ling loved and cared for like this was herself … she suddenly felt uncomfortable.
The sun spread out tenderness, the spring breeze blew romance, the silky weeping willows decorated the beauty of Jiangnan, the orioles' voices were intimate, the rows of tender willows were reflected in the green waves, and together with the sun, they reflected the infinitely beautiful scenery of the lake and the mountains.
On the beautiful West Lake, the green willows turned into a shade, the gentle breeze lingered, since she had done that kind of intimate thing with Yang Ling, Yongfu and Yang Ling were like honey, that kind of radiant beauty simply made Yongchun and Xiang 'er, whose looks were not inferior to hers, somewhat jealous. As she walked lightly beside Yang Ling, her heart also soared like the spring breeze. Her eyes were watery and filled with boundless emotions.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Yang Ling stared at Yongfu's small mouth and smiled evilly.
Yongfu coquettishly rolled her eyes at him, and said hatefully, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Yang Ling blinked, and whispered, "What am I looking at?"
Yongfu's oval face blushed, and she pouted her small mouth, "I won't talk to you next time."
Yang Ling covered his mouth and coughed, his eyes looking at the Zhengde couple in front of him, but in a voice that Princess Yongfu could hear, he said, "Ah, Ning 'er is ignoring Brother Ling, I don't know if it will be sad to be left out in the cold?"
Yongfu's eyes turned, and her curiosity was aroused by him, and she said in surprise, "Who will be sad to be left out in the cold?"
Yang Ling looked at Yongfu's eyes, and pulled under his robe, and said with a faint smile, "It … ah …"
"Ah!" Princess Yongfu was angry and embarrassed, and she clenched her small fists, wanting to beat his back like a drum. Fortunately, she remembered that they were on the street. Princess Yongfu gave him a hateful look, and said with a red face, "Don't say it!"
Yang Ling touched his nose, and said with a muffled smile, "I won't say it, I won't say it."
Princess Yongfu's face was red, and she was smiling, and her heart was sweet. She walked for a while, and suddenly said, "There are so many people here, I really want to go to a more leisurely place."
"Many?" Yang Ling looked back and forth. There were so few people, and she still thought it was too much? I have been here before, and at that time, if I wanted to have fewer people on this long embankment, I had to come in the middle of the night. This is too much, I really don't know how lucky I am.
"Then why don't we … go to Wansong Academy, it should be quieter." Yang Ling suggested.
"Wansong Academy? What is that place? Is it also a famous historical site? "Princess Yongfu asked curiously.
Yang Ling actually regretted it after he said it. Wansong Academy was famous because the story of Liang Shan Bo and Zhu Ying Tai happened here, and that story happened during the Ming Dynasty. Yang Ling didn't know if it was in this era, and if there was such an academy in the world now.
But he had already said it, and couldn't take it back. Princess Yongfu just waved her hand, and an Imperial Bodyguard who looked like a young master came to the front in a flash, scaring the passersby. They thought that this guy was going to rob people on the street.
Princess Yongfu said in a low voice, "Ask where Wansong Academy is, and tell my brother to go there."
The Imperial Bodyguard nodded slightly, turned around and walked away. After a while, he hurried back and reported with a smile, "Your Highness, there are really not many people who know about Wansong Academy. Just now, I asked a scholar, and then I found out the place. It's not too far away. This Wansong Academy was built in the Tang Dynasty during the Zhen Yuan period, nearly a thousand years after our Ming Destiny dynasty, but it has always been a temple, called Baoen Temple. It has been abandoned for a long time. Eleven years ago, the Right Councilor of Zhejiang, Zhou Mu, rebuilt Baoen Temple into an academy. Now, except for some scholars, not many people know about it. "
Princess Yongfu nodded. Yang Ling was a scholar, and he had been to Hangzhou, so of course, it was not strange for him to know about Wansong Academy. Yang Ling also let out a sigh of relief. The Imperial Bodyguard hurried to report to Emperor Zhengde. As long as Zhengde had something to play with, it didn't matter where he went. The group immediately left West Lake, lifted a few palanquins, and leisurely went straight to Wansong Academy.
Wansong Academy was located in the southeast of West Lake in Hangzhou, on Wansong Ridge, north of Phoenix Mountain. The pine trees here were verdant, and the scenery was beautiful. You could also see West Lake in the north, and Qianjiang River in the south. It was a refreshing scene. Yang Ling said casually. He was worried that there was no scenery here, but when he saw the scenery here, he was relieved.
In front of the green pines and cypresses, there was a stone tablet of a teacher of all ages, and a statue of Sage Kong was enshrined. Surrounded by green trees, the academy with white walls and black tiles looked especially elegant and quiet, and the walls of the pavilions were even more exquisite.
At the foot of the mountain, there were all kinds of teahouses and wine shops. Xiang 'er, Yongfu, and Fu Bao were jumping up and down, feeling hungry. The group first found a clean and elegant restaurant, and ordered some unique local snacks, such as scallion buns, cat's ears, Xi Shi's tongue, double happiness, flower and chestnut soup, and court cakes. They also ordered some ginger tea, Lei tea, and other local tea drinks. After eating and drinking to their heart's content, they set foot on the ridge.
It was March of spring. Along the way, the grass and trees were full of flowers, and the canopy of the trees was dancing. The flowers were like a brocade, and the rich fragrance was elegant and fragrant, making people feel refreshed.
After passing through three decorated archways, they walked past Yang Sheng Gate, Ming Dao Hall, Ju Ren Hall, You Yi Hall, and then to Da Cheng Hall where they paid their respects to Sage Kong, they finally arrived at Yuxiu Pavilion, the place where legend has it that Liang Shan Bo and Zhu Ying Tai slept together for three years without being able to tell if it was a man or a woman.
Along the way, there were red windows, white walls, chestnut pillars, green tiles, flowers, and trees. The few of them walked leisurely on the first floor of the pavilion. The ridge was lush with thousands of green pines, the water in the distance was as clear as jade, and butterflies were fluttering around them. It was indeed a flourishing place.
Yongfu and the others went up the mountain in one go, and walked until their faces were bright red. They sat on the white stone steps that had been washed clean by the spring rain to enjoy the cool breeze. Yang Ling saw butterflies flying around him, and could not help but recite, "Delicate hands holding each other, spring passes again. What among the flowers, spreads its wings and dances? A stretch of pine trees with thousands of thoughts, it's rare … "Before the two words Liang Zhu had left his mouth, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten himself again. This was a poem from the later generations, it was about the story of Liang Zhu, but there was no story of Liang Zhu, so he felt a little awkward.
Yongfu and the others thought that he wanted to recite a poem on a whim. Tang Yixian pulled Zhengde's arm and said, "Hey, look at my big brother reciting a poem, it's much better than your 'I stop here, she has beautiful eyes over there'."
Zhengde was about to refute, but suddenly he saw Yang Ling was frozen on the spot. He thought that Yang Ling could not think of a suitable poem, so he could not help but gloat and said, "That's called slang, do you understand? Hey, hey, hey, no matter what, I recited it, that big brother of yours … um, um, um … Aiyo, why did he pinch me? "
Yongfu saw that Yang Ling was tongue-tied, and could not bear to see her Langjun embarrassed, so she wanted to change the topic, but Zhang Fubao laughed and said, "Duke, what's so difficult about it? What's so difficult about it? "
Yang Ling rolled his eyes and said, "Oh, I saw the butterflies fluttering, and suddenly thought of a story. I sighed in my heart, so I became absent-minded."
Tang Yixian elbowed Zhengde again and proudly raised the tip of her nose. Then she asked with a smile, "Big brother, what story did you think of? Tell me. "
Yang Ling had no choice but to brace himself and tell the story of Liang Zhu. Fortunately, the official position in the story was not from the Ming Dynasty, so he did not give himself away. As for the name of the academy, he could just come up with a random name.
When Yang Ling talked about the two of them sleeping together for three years, Liang Shanbo did not know whether it was a man or a woman, which made Xiang 'er, Yongchun and the other maids laugh and ridicule Liang Shanbo for being a blockhead. When he talked about sending them off at the age of eighteen, Zhu Yingtai repeatedly hinted that Liang Shanbo still did not understand. Yongfu could not help but laugh and said, "Young Master Liang is a gentleman, of course he would not think that Zhu Yingtai's words have a hidden meaning."
Yang Ling glanced at her, and the little girl slightly raised her chin. Her eyes were full of mockery, obviously laughing at his flirtatious behavior, not as good as Liang Shanbo, who was a gentleman. Xiang 'er was listening with her chin resting on her hand. Seeing the two of them laughing, she glared at Yang Ling, but Yang Ling did not see it. The little girl was so angry that she clenched her teeth and pouted her lips.
Yang Ling finished the story until Zhu Yingtai jumped over the grave and turned into a butterfly. Yongfu and Tang Yixian listened with tears in their eyes, but Xiang 'er and Yongchun, who were already immersed in the drama, were so angry that their faces turned red.
Tang Yixian gently wiped the corner of her eyes and said, "What a poor pair of lovers. That Young Master Ma really deserves to be killed. Master Zhu despised the poor and loved the rich, and harmed his own daughter. How hateful!"
Princess Yongchun slapped her thigh and said angrily, "If you ask me, that Liang Zhu is the hateful one. Is he a man? It's fine if he's dumb like a goose, but he's such a big man without any ability, and only knows how to cry and die of depression. He caused Miss Zhu to die, even if he eloped with her, he's useless, a big useless! I really don't know why Miss Zhu likes such a useless person. "
Xiang 'er nodded her head and said, "Yes, yes, I'm so angry listening to this. She's just a rich man's daughter, even if she's a princess, this man only needs to think of a way … "
Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered that she was a princess. Didn't Yang Ling just rack his brains to think of a way to be with her? She didn't learn from that useless man who only knew how to hide at home like a corpse. Hmm, her Langjun was much better than that idiot Liang Shan Bo, although he was a little bad.
Xiang 'er happily looked at Yang Ling and suddenly felt that this guy was much more pleasing to the eye.
Yang Ling heard this and couldn't help but laugh. With these two girls' characters, they would definitely not like a man like Liang Shan Bo. No wonder they were so angry. Yongchun was still angry and said to Zhang Fubao, "Fu Bao, don't you think so? Such a useless man, if you were in his shoes, would you like him? "
Zhang Fubao rolled her eyes and snorted. She proudly said, "How could that be? I can predict the past and the future with my fingers. Whether that guy is my Langjun or not, I only need to calculate and I will know. If he has any difficulties or illnesses, I can naturally calculate, so how could he end up like that? "
Princess Yongchun's eyes lit up and sighed, "Wow, you're really that amazing?"
Zhang Fu Bao stood up, imitated her big brother and walked two steps in a carefree manner. He flicked his sleeves and stood proudly in front of the corridor and said, "Although I dare not say that I know five hundred years in the past and five hundred years in the future, but based on my skills, to seek good fortune and avoid calamity, to avert danger, what's so difficult about it?"
Just as she finished speaking, a splash of water fell from the sky and drenched her like a drowned chicken.
Everyone was dumbfounded, but Yang Ling couldn't help but laugh.
When Zhang Fubao saw Yang Ling laughing at her, she didn't know why but a wave of anger rose in her heart. She suddenly jumped away and angrily clenched her small fists. She rushed upstairs and shouted, "Which bastard poured water on me?"
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