The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 268

For such a big matter, he only reprimanded him for a few words, and stopped talking about him. Instead, he asked some trivial matters, and Yao Pingyi chatted with her enthusiastically after a while.

If his uncle, Yao Gu, a major general of the Western Army, knew about it, he would have put on a straight face and scolded him to death.

Now the Western Army is in an embarrassing situation. The imperial court sent a black-faced envoy with a black face and a darker heart. The army and horses in the Northwest have more than tripled. All the strong soldiers were won over by him.

As time passed, the land of Qinlong became his Song Jiang's. At this time, Yang Shaozai was the most important thing, so how could he easily offend him.

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In Chang'an City, inside an ordinary wine house.

Orchids danced gracefully on the stage, but the drinkers below were all attracted by the two young men.

Yang Lin stood proudly, looked at the young man opposite, and hummed, "You still dare to challenge me, do you know what card I am?"

"Stop talking nonsense, bet or not bet!"

The people around cheered loudly, and it could be seen that this young man was quite famous in Chang'an. The men around him surrounded him, looking excitedly at his desk with flushed faces, where several horse cards were neatly placed.

This is a gambling game called "Mingci Dama" invented by Li Qingzhao, a famous lady in the Song Dynasty, and it is quite popular among the people.

Li Qingzhao invented more than 20 kinds of gambling games throughout his life. In Li Qingzhao's "Preface to Playing Horses", he taught people at the beginning of the article, why can't you be as proficient in gambling as I am?

Then Li Qingzhao talked about his experience, saying that only by concentrating on gambling can he be invincible.

When the Jin soldiers invaded and fled south with many dignitaries, she did not forget to bring her gambling tools.

What's more, she didn't feel ashamed but proud. She was afraid that others would not know her power, so she deliberately wrote the preface of the picture of beating horses, "so that thousands of generations will know their fate and refrain from beating horses, and it began with Yi'an layman".

Yang Lin is playing this game now, the beauties, audience, and applause all make the atmosphere to the highest level, which makes people extremely excited.

This kind of feeling can only be found in this kind of wine house. If it is in an exquisite building courtyard, the sound of silk, bamboo and wind music can be heard indistinctly. It is very elegant, but it is a bit boring after all.

It was rare for Yang Lin to get to know the people in the Song Dynasty in the market, so he was naturally contented and completely relaxed.

Nerves are tense, and Tubo, Karahan, Daliao, and Jurchen all have big heads.

The soldiers of the Long Live Battalion were frequent visitors to these places back then, and they had fun with Yang Lin.

Yang Lin has survived until now, but he is also ruthless and indifferent. In fact, the cards are surprisingly bad.

He originally wanted to scare the other party so that he didn't dare to follow him anymore, but who knew that kid was also a stubborn one, but he refused to admit his cowardice, and now his betting money has reached fifty guan.

In this kind of small wine house, fifty guan is already a great number, Yang Lin had no choice but to throw out a few more, saying: "Let's show the cards."

After seeing the cards on the opposite side, Yang Lin, who had already decided that he would lose, glared and scolded with a smile: "Good boy, you are younger than me. You are treacherous for trying to scare me away."

"You're not much better!" The young man on the opposite side said with a smile, wagging his fingers without getting angry after losing the money.

Lu Qian stood aside and shook his head secretly, he made a mistake, Shao Zai was a bit lustful, if he got into the bad habit of Guanpu, what should he do.

Lu Qian, who broke his heart for Yang Lin every day, stepped forward and whispered in his ear: "Young master, it's time to rest."

Yang Lin was indeed a little tired, especially after so many days of exhaustion, it would be a rare pleasure to take a bath and sleep comfortably, so he left the wine house with him.

After coming out, Yang Lin distributed the money he had won to his subordinates, and then said: "Our Great Song Dynasty clearly prohibits Guanpu. Personally go to the Yamen to report the case."

Lu Qian blushed and coughed again.

Yang Lin frowned, and said with concern: "Lu Qian, you've been coughing twice for three days, don't you have some serious illness, do you have a headache?"

"Xie Shaozai is concerned, and his subordinates are fine."

"That's good. Let me ask you, how will Guan Pu be punished?" The boy just now had a temper with Yang Lin, so let it be fine if the punishment is too severe.

Gambling has become commonplace in the northwest region. The reason is that the Western Army was fighting with Xixia at that time, and they died every now and then. Many soldiers made money and had no place to spend it.

If you don’t spend it today, you will die tomorrow, and you will have nothing.

Han Shizhong is an obvious example. He has made countless contributions and rewarded a lot of money, but he lost all of them.Over time, he gained a reputation as a bad gambler.

"Back to Shaozai, hit thirty boards."

"Okay, let's send someone to the yamen. Since there are laws, you have to abide by them. Besides, gambling is not a good thing."

Lu Qian:

Chapter 3 The Strange Warrior

In the backyard of Yao Mansion, the court pavilion is spacious.

The wind is still a bit chilly in spring, but when viewed from the corridor of the left side room, the moon-white screens are open.

If you look in through the screen window, you will see an elegant and interesting bedroom. There is a desk next to the side window, with several vases of delicate flowers on it, and a few ancient scrolls stacked beside it.

Lying on the couch is an exquisite figure, 27 or [-] years old, dressed in clothes, with only a slanted green jade hairpin in the hairline, and the blue silk is spread out on the couch, showing the extraordinary beauty of spring that cannot be concealed in ordinary times.

Mrs. Yao's name was Zhe Huanxiang, and her natal family was Fugu Zhe's family. Her husband died within a year of her marriage.

Because of her unusually seductive nature, there are many rumors in the family that she is the reincarnation of Humei, who specializes in knitting. Fortunately, her natal family is tough enough to avoid gossip.

There are also six maidservants in the room, all brought by Zhe Huanxiang from her natal family, and their names all have the character for Zhu, Baozhu, Mingzhu, Huazhu, Hechai, Ruizhu, Huazhu.

These six pearls are all very pretty, and they are all fifteen or sixteen years old. They are really like six flowers, a group of white butterflies, all of them are wise and fragrant, with lotus steps and willow waists.

Right now, the madam is resting on the couch, a few beautiful maids are sitting in the room, and the needlework girls dare not chat.

Suddenly, a little girl came outside, wearing a double bun, and ran in panting.

Ruizhu spat out half of the melon seed skin, frowned and said: "Little Lingzi, why are you running, carefully disturb your wife to sleep, and watch how I pinch you."

The little girl leaned on the door, bent down and said: "Erlang came back, he was beaten with a board, and sent back by an official."

The few people were shocked when they heard this, Zhe Huanxiang fell into a light sleep, and sat up in shock when she heard the words, Yan Yan's eyebrows frowning slightly with sleepy eyes, said: "Which yamen's official dares to beat our Yao family?"

"It is said that Guan Pu was arrested and hit thirty boards."

Mrs. Yao sat up, stunned for a moment, and said, "What kind of crime is Guan Pu? Who did it?"

"Erlang clamored to take revenge, saying that he had been denounced, Madam, go and have a look."

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In the front yard, a burly young man was lying on a chair, cursing.

In front of him was his younger brother Yao Pingyi, who wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

The one who was beaten was the young man Yang Lin sent to report. It turned out that he was Yao Gu's adopted son, named Yao Pingzhong.