The wind squeezed into the window, the oil lamp swayed gently, and the words on the unfolded letter were as sharp as the tip of the handwriting.

Kaiming my brother:

Chongwen has been ill recently, and the autumn festival in Chang'an is unlikely to be able to be completed, so he wrote a letter to his elder brother's residence to express his apology.

Amid the lights, the paper was spread in his hands. The man who was in his early thirties and had a beautiful beard. Seeing this line of words, he couldn't help but smile.

"A gentleman who worships literature and is sincere..."

Turn your eyes down and continue reading word by word.

...My brother, can you hear the name of Nan Chen Lu Liangsheng? Before writing to my brother's family, I met this person at Shunyuan's family. I saw him gentle, elegant, kind and kind, and hard to be full of food. I was in danger of being misfortune when I was sneaky. I was able to save my life.

But the person is not cheating the world.

I once heard that he was a tribute scholar in the spring examination in Chen Xin, and was humiliated by a foolish monarch in the Golden Palace. He drove giants to smash the Golden Palace and walked to the north. If he had not traveled around and expected the wise ruler to appear, he would have looked down on the world and went far away.

Both the Kaiming brother and the younger brother are literati. If a literati cherishes each other, how can he stand by and watch?

I don’t want such a master who is talented and skilled in Taoism to be in a down-and-out manner, so I write a letter with a handsome man. I know that my brother and the eldest son have a very strong relationship with him and hope that his brother can give detailed recommendations to the eldest son...

"Nan Chen Gongshi, Lu Liangsheng? Hehe... he has the same surname as me."

Lu Kaiming took a look again, and later said that the other party had traveled to Northern Zhou and went to Ningzhou. He might have the opportunity to come to Chang'an to see the capital of Northern Zhou.

"Haha... I don't come to Chongwen, but I'm asking for something. Besides, Mr. Yang has a good impression of literati and scholars, so it's okay to talk about it."

He smiled and shook his head, put away the letter, and blew out the lights.

The next morning, Lu Kaiming took a shower and changed his clothes, changed his clothes, and went out to get on the carriage.

"Go to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

After giving instructions to the coachman, the shaft of the carriage slowly rolled, and the carriage drove to the street where Baiguan Mansion was located. When he arrived at the side door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, another person also came over at the same time.

The two got off the carriage and arched each other.

"Brother Kaiming!"

"Brother Cheng!"

After a few greetings, they invited each other to walk into the side door together. The mansion here is where the current prime minister Yang Jian lives. The two have no official positions and only have a good personal relationship with the prime minister's eldest son Yang Yong, so they had to enter through the small gate of the side courtyard.

The two of them walked across the eaves of the corridor and could hear the continuous laughter of the main hall of the North Courtyard. When Lu Kaiming passed, many literati had gathered in the hall to discuss current affairs, or quote classics to debate some differences with the other party.

Lu Kaiming walked around the side and found a seat to sit down. The maid brought the tea and the warm tea fragrance floated into his nose. He looked into the courtyard outside the door. The sun shone through the dense leaves, and the summer cicadas breaking out of the ground were slowly crawling past the moss-filled tree body.

Soon, a figure strode towards this side, turned into the hall and saw the middle-aged scholar sitting at the conspicuous position at the door. He smiled and waved his hand to let him not be too polite.

"sit down."

Lu Kaiming just stood up to salute, and while waving his hand, he had to sit down obediently.

"Lu Kaiming has met the eldest son and the old man."

The old man who came in with Yang Yong was named Ming Kerang. He was over 60 years old and looked elegant in his long robe. He was still a remnant of the previous dynasty, proficient in etiquette, turtle signs, and ecology.

The old man nodded at him and went straight to him without saying anything. The talented scholar present hurriedly saluted and took his recent works, just to let the old man compare his character.

"Enlightened, why don't you get over it?"

Yang Yong glanced at the grand occasion over there, took the tea cup handed by the maid, sat down on the side of Lu Kaiming, and blew the floating tea leaves.

"By the way, someone sent me a famous painting from Chao Ningzhou yesterday, which happened to be used to taste it with you."

I took a sip of tea and slapped my palms twice.

The servant waiting at the door came in with a long plate. Everyone in the hall stopped talking, then surrounded him and watched the red silk unfold, which was a framed landscape painting.

People around me whispered and commented.

"The lonely sail in the long water is in the east of the river, the morning sun is rising, the good mood!" "...I want me to tell you that the morning wind can see the artistic conception, can you see the direction of the leaves swaying? Only in the subtleties can you see the true seal!"

"Yes, you can see monkey shadows in the forest and the painter is really superb."

Yang Yong was good at literature and was good at lyrics and verses. He didn't know much about calligraphy and painting. He had first received this painting for everyone to comment on it before he could see the value. He could also hang it in the master bedroom to show elegance, which was better than throwing away the dust in the corners.

"Is it really as good as you said?"

Lu Kaiming also looked at it for a while and nodded: "This painting must be written by the master."

At this time, someone had already looked at the signature on the bottom of the painting.

"Lu Liangsheng...I don't seem to have heard of this name much. Who knows you?"

"Why does this name sound familiar?"

Hearing the three words "Lu Liangsheng", Lu Kaiming was stunned for a moment. The eldest son of the Prime Minister's Mansion next to him turned around and was about to ask him, but when he saw this expression, he couldn't help but smile and said, "This person's surname is Lu, isn't he Kaiming's cousin?"

“That’s not.”

On this side, Lu Kaiming quickly sued himself. Seeing someone looking over, he smiled and concealed his embarrassment just now.

"I was really surprised to hear this name. Last night, I received a letter from Wang Chongwen of Shunyuan, which happened to mention a Nan Chen Gongshi named Lu Liangsheng."

I originally wanted to recommend this, but now I just went with the flow. I thought about the words in my mind, and then Lu Kaiming continued:

"Have you heard that something happened in Nanchen. The tyrant monarch who knew how to enjoy the Southern Dynasty humiliated a tribute scholar when the palace was humiliated, and in the end the Golden Palace was smashed."

A group of literati looked at each other, and someone asked tentatively: "Isn't it this Lu Liangsheng?"

"Of course!"

Lu Kaiming responded, looked at the eldest son and bowed slightly: "Wang Chongwen mentioned in his letter that this person is quite talented and proficient in ghosts and gods. When he smashed the Golden Palace, a giant hand held a wine jar and smashed it down angrily, almost the whole city knew it, which made the foolish king of Nanchen lose face!"

Hahaha--

Everyone present was a scholar of Northern Zhou, and was in a bold mood. When they heard that the courts of other countries in the south were affected, they burst into laughter.

Even the serious Ming Kerang couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly, stroked the white beards under his chin, and looked at the eldest son over there.

"There are many different opinions, whether it is true or false. Let's not talk about it for now. Since you are a well-read man, it is better to recruit him. Even if you cannot join this court, it is better to be able to get the title of recruiting wise men for the Prime Minister."

The two are both teachers and friends, so Yang Yong naturally would not refuse such things that can contribute to his father.

"I think so too. My father's uncle Yang Su is good at martial arts and Taoism, and is more elite in military affairs. He can be said to be both civil and military. If he recruits another expert to assist, he will be even more powerful."

A group of literati and elegant guests around agreed.

"What the eldest son said is." "This is the right principle, and I believe the prime minister will pay more attention to the eldest son!"

"Haha, the prime minister's reputation is getting more and more powerful!"

In the words of all words, a small face popped out on one side of the hall door and looked inside. The young man rushed over while everyone was talking in the inside, dragged the framed painting to the ground and ran out.

Seeing that the servant was a young man, he did not dare to chase him. Yang Yong reacted, picked up his robe and chased him behind him.

"Ah Rou (change), put down that painting!"

Hearing this, the boy walked faster. He dragged the painting to the atrium and ran to the atrium. He turned around and laughed at Yang Yong who was chasing him.

"Yang Yong, Yang Yong, brave but not resourceful!"

"you--"

Yang Yong, who was extremely angry, stomped his feet and shouted: "Yang Guang!! Stop for me, be careful that I will beat your butt!!"

He took a step and ran to the flowerbed and grass, and took a shortcut to catch the young man. He chased and fled. The maids and servants passing by were in panic, causing chaos.
Chapter completed!