While Yang Ji was drinking tea and talking with his wife and concubines, Yang Lun suddenly found the middle hall. After a brief exchange of greetings, Yang Ji asked, "Brother, why are you looking for me?"
Yang Lun sat on the bench opposite Yang Ji. He looked at the sisters-in-law in the room, his expression was coy and he didn't say anything.
Yang Ji was a cousin of Yang Ji who was both civilized and military, and was loyal and committed. Before his death, Yang Shuang asked him to take care of Yang Ji. He became Yang Ji's patron saint for more than ten years. Whenever Yang Ji couldn't be beaten in a fight outside or someone complained, he would There is no distinction between right and wrong, and the two of them often end up being scolded, beaten, and punished together. Over the years, the brothers' roles have gradually changed. Yang Ji is often the one taking care of him, teaching him and taking care of him. Seeing him looking like this, Yang Ji asked curiously: "Is it you who came to ask for an official?"
"I am already a Jizhou Mu, General Zuo Xiaowei, and Shangzhu Kingdom. What kind of official position should I ask for?" Yang Lun was not a coy person after all. He paused and said his purpose: "Vajra Slave" , there is a banquet this afternoon, I hope you can accompany me to it."
"What kind of banquet? Who is attending?" Yang Ji immediately understood why Yang Lun was hesitating. The banquet must be held in Wenwenfang or Fushanfang, which is like Pingkangfang. Although the atmosphere of the Sui Dynasty was open, Visiting a brothel is a normal thing, but Xiao Ying and others are here, so of course Yang Lun is embarrassed to say it.
Yang Lun said: "We were all good friends who studied together in the past, and there were also some famous Confucian scholars. In the past, as long as we were free, we would get together to talk about poems, study scriptures, and conceive of phonology; later we all entered We had official careers and went our separate ways, but we kept writing letters. Now we rarely meet, and today's banquet was held."
"No, no." Yang Ji's head swelled as he shook his head and refused. Yang Lun had extremely high attainments in literature and art. When the late emperor was still alive, he conscripted all the Confucian scholars from all over the world many times and concentrated them in Daxing. He ordered the court officials to debate with the Confucian scholars all over the world and give justice to the Thirteen Classics. Yang Lun was the host of the debate every time. By.
The good friends and Confucian scholars who could keep writing with him were definitely scholars with real talents and practical knowledge; they were not the kind of nouveau riche and arty villains. Asking him, Yang Ji, to talk about the Thirteen Classics and pre-Qin literature with these scholars who were dedicated to the study of classics was tantamount to asking him to go and embarrass himself.
Moreover, when Wang Xiaotong led a large group of famous scholars to debate at Liangzhou University, they were severely slapped in the face by him, Liu Xuan, Liu Zhuo, He Tuo and others. This became a stepping stone for Liangzhou University to become famous. If they were not Yang Ji didn't believe it if he held a grudge. None of his left and right guardians are around now. If someone comes to him at the banquet and targets him, wouldn't it be a serious matter?
Even if you kill him, he won't do this kind of thing.
"But I have already signed up for you!" Compared with Yang Ji himself, Yang Lun was more confident. He talked eloquently: "Many Confucian scholars admire you very much. They all want to learn from you, and you You are also talented and know everything. As long as you kill everyone at the banquet, you will be recognized by the scholars and officially establish your status as a great scholar. By then, no one will be qualified to say that you can only write useless poems."
Yang Ji was dumbfounded. He was almost going crazy. He flatly refused: "If you want to talk about literature, just go by yourself. Why bother with me? If you don't go, I won't go."
"Alang, I think my brother is right, let's go!" Xiao Ying also has full confidence in Yang Ji, and also knows that every field likes to rank seniority, and Shilin is no exception. The younger generation wants to be recognized by Shilin. You must first pass the test of elders and senior people; otherwise, no matter how good your talents and learning are, they will not be recognized by scholars. If you dare to go against them, they will block you in all directions.
Liu Xuan, Liu Zhuo, and He Tuo wanted to break out of this circle of seniority and non-educated scholars and lead the development of Confucianism in the right direction, so they were banned by all Confucian scholars. And after these so-called scholars couldn't beat them, they started talking about trivial things, and then tried their best to throw dirty water on them, making it impossible for them to gain a foothold.
And Yang Ji's status is far from being comparable to that of Liu Xuan, Liu Zhuo, and He Duo, and he is not afraid of being blocked by others. If Yang Ji makes those Confucian scholars speechless when he is studying debate, this will definitely be a problem for Yang Ji. A good thing.
Yang Ji sighed dumbfounded: "I don't understand the Thirteen Classics or Pre-Qin literature at all. Aren't you asking me to embarrass myself?"
"Mr. Lang himself said that being too modest is hypocrisy. There are no outsiders here, so don't shirk it." Pei Shuying also helped.
"Brother, can you bring a few friends over?" Yang Ji also knew that he couldn't refuse, not because of Xiao Ying and Pei Shuying, but because Yang Lun, a scammer, had to give face to him. He had already signed up. If he didn't go, , will affect their brotherhood.
However, although he does not know much about the meaning of the scriptures and the guardians are not in Luoyang, there are still Wei Zheng, Liu Xiaosun, Li Daoxuan, Fang Yanzao and others in the mansion. These people are not bad in knowledge. If there is a debate, they can at least help. .
"Of course this is not possible." Yang Lun had already prepared, otherwise he would not have signed up for Yang Ji without permission. He said, "Actually, I also know that you don't know much about Confucian classics, but there is nothing to worry about. . If you can't compete with others in Confucian classics, discuss with them the six arts of the gentleman: music, archery, chariotry, and numeracy. If you still can't, just invite them to compete with them on swordsmanship."
"Anyway, superb swordsmanship is also one of the essential skills for orthodox Confucian scholars. If you, as a Confucian scholar, invite those who target you to compete with each other, who can beat you? If others don't accept it, say that you don't know how to swordsmanship. That's it. Even Confucius could lift the cauldron in a competition with them. Since they consider themselves orthodox Confucian scholars, they should be able to lift it. If they can't compete with swords or win in the cauldron competition, you can call them hypocrites. In short, we just can’t let anyone suffer.”
"Brother is right. I am not even afraid of thousands of troops or hundreds of thousands of enemy troops. What does the Thirteen Classics and Pre-Qin Literature mean? Isn't it just debate? I like it so much!" After Yang Lun said this Said, Yang Ji immediately felt relieved, and even had some vague expectations in his heart.
Everyone was extremely speechless. Are you going to debate? You clearly think that this method of fighting if you can't argue is good and in line with your wishes, and it is also a high-sounding fight with the banner of Saint Kong.
But for some reason, Xiao Ying, Liu Rumei, Pei Shuying, Zhang Chuchen and others also had the same feeling of expectation as Yang Ji.
After all, this kind of opportunity to fight a great scholar is very rare, and it can be done openly. Just thinking about it makes them feel satisfied.
Unfortunately, they can't go.
"To compete in martial arts, just click on it. Don't make too much noise." Yang Lun warned, and he glanced at Yang Ji again: "It's getting late. Let's change into Confucian uniforms and go."
Yang Ji asked: "Go now?"
"Yes!" Yang Lun nodded, stood up and said, "I will also go back home and change my clothes."
Yang Ji asked again: "Where will the banquet be held?"
"Xiuyun Pavilion, Beiqu, Wenwenfang. When you arrive, just state your name." After naming a place, Yang Lun straightened his face again and said seriously: "By the way, bring more money."
"I understand, I finally understand why you signed up for me." Yang Ji suddenly understood and laughed loudly: "You plan to talk about classics with your good friends in Xiuyun Pavilion all night long, but you have no money and are afraid of your sister-in-law. It’s a misunderstanding, so let me help you pay and testify.”
"Your sister-in-law believes what you said." Yang Lun no longer had any face left, so after saying this, he disappeared.
Yang Lun's words are indeed true, because although Yang Ji is nicknamed the Playboy King, he has only been to a brothel once in his life, and Yang Lun asked him to go there that time. The reason was exactly the same as now, and the money was also Yang Lun's. Collected. However, Yang Ji went home early, but he was still fooling around in the brothel.
Princess Teng knew that Yang Ji, a dandy, only liked fighting, but had never gone to a romantic place to fool around, so when Yang Lun said, "Yang Ji invited him to listen to music, and Yang Ji had to give him face," she believed him. nonsense.
"..." None of the girls here were stupid. As soon as they heard what Yang Ji said and Yang Lun ran away, they knew what was going on.
Xiao Ying did not grow up in an era where "controlling a husband was considered a woman's virtue, and being jealous was considered a female worker". She had a very tolerant mentality, and Yang Ji was not a random person, so she deliberately joked: "Alang, you should be here today." I stayed up all night discussing poems and poems with Brother Teng Wang and others, so it seems there is no need to stay away."
"That won't work. I will go home after the party is over." It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Once people are afraid of something, they will naturally avoid it. Yang Ji's views on female sex were completely different from those of men of this era. He knew that the defense and medical conditions in this era were very poor. Once he contracted an inexplicable disease in a brothel, it was almost equivalent to a death sentence, so he never messed around outside.
Although Yang Lun is very afraid of his wife, he actually has far more concubines at home than Yang Ji. The key is that the domestic flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers, so he occasionally goes out for a walk, which is not the real kind. Wandering children.
It's just that his wife is about the same age as Dugu Min. She is also a woman who grew up in the era of "domesticating a husband is a woman's virtue and jealousy is a female worker", so she can control Yang Lun to death so that her husband has no What private money.
Xiao Ying suddenly thought of something and hurriedly warned: "Alang, Luoyang has a large population, and the curfew is gradually lifted, which makes the streets mixed with people and people walking noisily all night long. It is best to bring more guards."
"Yeah!" Yang Ji nodded in agreement. The only time he went to Pingkangfang brothel ended in a fight. On his way home, he was assassinated by an assassin sent by He Ruobi. The current curfew in Luoyang City has been gradually lifted, which has made the already lively Wenwenfang more chaotic and complicated than the original Pingkangfang, so it is indeed necessary for him to bring more guards.
Yang Ji is a very punctual person, and he has always been very trustworthy and true to his word to his own people. Since he promised Yang Lun, he will naturally not go back on his word. He sat for a while and then asked Zhang Chuchen and Murong Xianyue to go to the front hall to arrange for drivers and guards, while he took a shower and changed clothes in the dressing room of the middle hall.
After washing, he put on his robe, boots, and leather belt, and asked the catkins who followed him to comb his hair and tie it up with ordinary hairbands. As soon as they stopped in the hall, Xiao Ying, Liu Rumei, Pei Shuying, Xian Yufang, and Hou Qiaowen's eyes suddenly lit up.
During the Sui Dynasty, influenced by the social customs of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, the clothing and accessories of men and women had a "yin and yang" atmosphere. Women often wore men's clothing, while men were "women's decorations." Especially the orthodox Han family The self-respecting and self-respecting gentry children carried forward the Wei and Jin Dynasties. They attached great importance to appearance and makeup. Before going out, they had to apply makeup, heavy makeup, and big flower hairpins like women. Their clothes and attires were also very gorgeous and bright.
Compared with them, many women from famous families feel inferior.
As an upper-class person in the Sui Dynasty, Yang Ji would not follow this so-called trend. He would do whatever was comfortable and convenient for him. However, although he is different from the attire and makeup of the nobles who "white skin is beautiful and hairpins are powdered", he is good-looking and has a good figure. In addition, he is full of the masculinity of a soldier and the momentum of a superior, so he is just Even though she is wearing very ordinary clothes, she still gives people a feeling of being as rich as jade, elegant and unrestrained. And once the nobles with gorgeous clothes were with him, he immediately compared them to monkeys wearing a crown.
Xiao Ying walked closer and saw that Yang Ji was carrying the Qilin Sword. She was speechless. She sighed and said: "Alang, although you can fight if you can't argue, but the Qilin Sword is an epee, this big guy If you keep swinging it, those Confucian scholars will have to fly away with their swords? Moreover, what you are competing with others is swordsmanship, not strength. If you compete with others with heavy swords, it is obviously cheating, and winning will not look good. "
After saying that, she ordered Liu Xu: "Xiao Liu, go and bring the Seven Star Long Yuan Sword to A Lang!"
"Madam, if you use the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword against the Literary Sword, you are cheating, and cheating even more." Liu Rumei quickly stopped her. She met Xiao Ying's puzzled eyes and introduced them one by one: "Madam What you don’t know is that scholar’s swords are far thinner than war swords. Some scholars would injure their opponents, and their swords would not even be sharpened. However, the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword is a magical sword that cuts iron like mud and blows away hair to end the past. , when a scholar's sword encounters this divine sword, his life will basically be cut off."
"The other thing is that the young master learned battlefield combat skills. This kind of combat style is all about hard-hitting. The moves and tactics emphasize killing the enemy with one move and exchanging slight injuries for the enemy's life. If the young master uses too much force after drinking, the opponent will be killed. It’s not as simple as flying out with the sword, but the sword breaks and the person is torn apart.”
Hearing what Liu Rumei said, Xiao Ying immediately stopped asking for a sword change. It would be no problem to hit a great scholar, but it would be a bit too much to cut him in half with one sword. However, what she didn't know was that the Qilin Heavy Sword was actually a magic sword that could cut iron like mud and break with the blow of hair.
If Yang Ji slashed violently, the scholar's sword would be even worse.
