Chapter 290 It seems that General Yang has great ambitions!

Just as Yang Zhengshan thought, rumors about Zhou Lankefu were flying all over Kyoto.

Countless people in the backyards of the official residences, teahouses and restaurants were discussing this matter.

All kinds of rumors, all kinds of sarcasm and ridicule are spread from word to mouth, and the more they spread, the more unpleasant they are.

However, the most troublesome thing for Duke Ning's Mansion is not these ugly rumors, but the pursuit of Duke Huaijiang's Mansion.

Sui Yi'an died of illness, and the Huaijiang uncle's house had no heirs. The Huaijiang uncle's house blamed Zhou Lan for this, thinking that it was because of Zhou Lankefu that Sui Yi'an was killed.

At this time, Mrs. Zhang, the old lady of Huaijiang Bo's Mansion, was seeking an explanation from Ningguo Gong's Mansion.

"Call out that bitch from Kev. She must be buried with my son today!"

"Ah~~, Duke Ning's mansion is bullying people! Duke Ning's mansion beats people, woo woo, beats my son to death, and wants to kill me, woo woo~~"

"You bitch, come out here~~"

All kinds of curses and wailing sounds hovered over the luxurious Duke Ningguo's mansion.

The old lady of Huaijiang Bo's Mansion was acting like a shrew in the front yard of Duke Guo's Mansion, hurling abuses at her.

But Ning Guogong's wife Yang was sitting in the hall, her face pale.

When had Duke Ning's mansion been so embarrassed?

How could this be true? How could it be true?

Yang was so angry, but there was nothing she could do against Zhang.

He can't be hit or scolded, he can only be allowed to act recklessly here.

"You damn bitch, you deserve to die. Oh my God, please open your eyes and take away this damn bitch!"

Mrs. Zhang was still cursing, but Mrs. Yang couldn't bear it anymore and yelled: "That's enough!"

When did she, the dignified Lady Ning Guogong, suffer from this kind of birdiness?

If it weren't for the reputation of the Duke's Mansion, she would really want to slap this shrew who spits shit.

"That's enough, how can it be done? My son is dead!" Madam Zhang became even more excited when she heard Madam Yang speak. She pointed at Madam Yang and shouted: "Today, your Duke Ningguo must give me an explanation, otherwise I will follow You’re not done yet!”

"Explain, what explanation?" Yang asked with a calm face.

Mrs. Zhang gritted her teeth and said: "Since that bitch has made an engagement with my son, then I must let her match my son's underworld marriage!"

Yang's expression changed. She didn't expect this shrew to have such vicious thoughts.

Suitable for underworld marriage!

Doesn't that mean her daughter should die?

Mrs. Yang could no longer maintain her dignified posture and stood up suddenly, wanting to scold Mrs. Zhang, a shrew.

But before she could speak, a figure came out of the back hall, "What do you want?"

When Yang heard the sound, she turned around and saw that it was none other than Zhou Lan.

At this time, Zhou Lan was wearing a dark black outfit and looking at Mrs. Zhang with a frosty face.

"Lan'er!" Yang's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly had a bad feeling.

She knew very well what her little daughter's temper was like.

That is the Lord who will never suffer!

Zhang, the shrew, has been scolding her here for a long time. It is no longer easy for Zhou Lan to endure it until now. Now that Zhou Lan is out, she is afraid that something will happen.

However, Madam Zhang didn't know Madam Yang was worried. When she saw Zhou Lan coming out, her eyes suddenly lit up, "You little bitch finally came out, I want you to be buried with my son!"

Hearing what she said, Zhou Lan's eyes turned extremely cold.

"Be buried with you! I will send you to be buried with your son first!"

Qiang~~

The long sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and the sharp sword light flashed across like a rainbow penetrating the sun.

"Lan'er doesn't want it!" Yang was shocked.

Zhou Lan stopped and stared at Zhang's ugly face with a pair of murderous eyes.

Mrs. Zhang froze when she looked at the sword light so close at hand.

"You, you, you, want to kill me!"

She still wants to act wildly.

Zhou Lan said coldly: "In the North, tens of thousands of thieves can't drag me to be buried with him. Why do you still want me to be buried with him?"

"Go away, if you dare to say another word, I will send you to see your son!"

In terms of murderous intent, Zhou Lan may not be as good as Yang Zhengshan, but it is definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

Moreover, her control of murderous intent was not as meticulous as that of Yang Zhengshan. The murderous intent in her body exploded, pouring into Zhang's body like a violent storm.

Zhang's body trembled like a sieve, and then a smell of urine spread from her body.

"Get out!" Zhou Lan shouted coldly again.

A flash of inspiration appeared in Zhang's blank thoughts, and then she had only one thought in her mind, run, run as far as possible.

As if she was reacting instinctively to danger, she didn't say anything and ran away with a smell of urine.

Looking at her back, helplessness flashed in Zhou Lan's eyes.

"Lan'er!" Yang called softly.

"Mom, I'm fine!" Zhou Lan restrained her murderous aura and said in a gentle tone.

Yang looked at her with red eyes, "Hey, my poor daughter!"

"Mom, my life is not miserable!" Zhou Lan's expression was even more helpless.

When she was young, she had fantasized about marrying a good man, but now she no longer cared about it. If she had one, she would marry, if not, she would not. As for those rumors, she didn't care at all.

But in the eyes of parents, daughters still have to get married.

This is where she is most helpless.

The shrew was driven away, and the Duke's mansion finally calmed down. The mother and daughter talked thoughtful words together, but Yang was always worried about Zhou Lan's marriage, which made Zhou Lan more and more helpless.

And amid the rumors about Duke Ning's Mansion and Uncle Huaijiang's Mansion, the day for the release of the results in spring arrived as scheduled.

It was still dark, but outside the examination hall there were already crowds of people, and the noise was endless.

In the Yang family's courtyard, Yang Mingcheng was walking anxiously in the main hall. He would go outside to see the sky that was still dark, and then sit in the hall to drink a sip of tea. However, his butt seemed to have a pointy tip, and he couldn't sit still at all.

"Is Wenyuan still awake?"

He couldn't help but ask Wu Zheng next to him for the fourth time,

"Master, Master Wenyuan is still sleeping!" Wu Zheng said helplessly.

"Hey~~" Yang Mingcheng said a little depressed, "How can he still sleep?"

The results were about to be announced, but Lu Wenyuan was not nervous at all. Instead, he almost didn't sleep all night.

"Forget it, I'll wake him up!"

Yang Mingcheng felt that his little cousin was a little careless, so he hurried to the wing room to wake up Lu Wenyuan who was still asleep.

A moment later, Lu Wenyuan followed him to the main hall with sleepy eyes.

"Brother, it's only Mao time now, the results will be announced at least until Si time!" Lu Wenyuan said with resentment.

"Should we wait outside the examination hall?"

"No, if I pass, someone will definitely come to report it!"

"Forget it, Wu Zheng, you arrange another person to watch it!"

The two of them exchanged nonsense, Wu Zheng leaned against the door frame and dozed off, "Master, I have sent three people to watch it!"

"Oh, then wait a little longer!" Yang Mingcheng looked up at the sky that seemed to be getting brighter.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Yang Mingcheng was like an ant on a hot pot, and he couldn't calm down at all.

It's not that Yang Mingcheng was too impetuous, but that he had too high expectations for Lu Wenyuan's results.

In contrast, Lu Wenyuan had been very calm. When it was dawn, he asked the servants to prepare breakfast. After breakfast, he sat in the main hall and drank tea leisurely.

It seemed that the announcement of the spring examination results was just an insignificant matter.

When it was Sishi, Yang Mingcheng finally calmed down and stood at the door of the main hall, looking out the gate.

"Master, Master, I passed!"

"I passed!"

Just as Yang Mingcheng was expecting, a guard ran in from the door with a happy face.

"I passed!" Yang Mingcheng exclaimed.

The guard came closer, "Master Wenyuan is the second in this year's exam!"

"Haha~~" Yang Mingcheng was overjoyed.

Wu Zheng also breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the news was bad. If he didn't pass, Master Wenyuan might not be in any trouble, but Master would probably be sad.

Lu Wenyuan exhaled heavily. Although he acted very calm just now, he was still worried in his heart.

It was just because of Yang Mingcheng's excessive performance that he couldn't show it.

"Haha, Wenyuan, you passed, second in this year's exam!"

"Haha, second place, then you will definitely pass the imperial examination!"

Yang Mingcheng laughed and patted Lu Wenyuan's shoulder.

Ranking second in the imperial examination, he is basically a sure candidate for the imperial examination.

As long as there are no major problems in the next palace examination, he will at least be a second-class imperial examination candidate. If he can perform stably, he has a great chance of being a first-class candidate.

"Brother, brother, it hurts!" Before Lu Wenyuan had time to experience the joy of being on the list, he felt the critical hit from his eldest cousin.

His physique is still strong, but compared with Yang Mingcheng, it is really weak.

Yang Mingcheng slapped him a few times, almost causing his shoulder to be comminuted.

"Ah, sorry, I'm so happy, I didn't control the strength!"

Yang Mingcheng reacted and stopped immediately, "Are you okay? Let me take a look!"

"It's okay, it's okay! Brother, let's report the good news to our family first!" Lu Wenyuan waved his hands repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, yes! Report the good news to our family first! Wu Zheng, send someone to send a letter to our family!" Yang Mingcheng's attention was diverted, and Lu Wenyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as Wu Zheng sent the good news out of Kyoto, Yang Zhengshan's memorial was also placed on the desk of Emperor Chengping.

In the warm room of Taiji Hall in the imperial city, a wisp of light smoke rose from the incense burner, and a faint sandalwood fragrance filled the room.

Emperor Chengping leaned on the soft couch, covered with a blanket, and calmly read the wrinkled books.

His face was a little older, but his spirit looked good. He was still diligent and still went to court every day to handle state affairs.

After reading several memorials, he finally saw Yang Zhengshan's memorial.

Looking at the contents of the memorial, Emperor Chengping did not have too many thoughts in his mind, because he actually knew what Yang Zhengshan had done during this period.

But when he saw that Yang Zhengshan wanted to build a salt field, his expression fluctuated a little.

"Salt field!"

"It seems that this General Yang has great ambitions!"

Emperor Chengping said with a faint smile.

Eunuch Chen beside him carefully observed his expression, and seeing that he was really smiling, he said: "General Yang is ambitious and loyal to His Majesty!"

Eunuch Chen had said a lot of good things for Yang Zhengshan before. He said that those good things were just to follow the wishes of Emperor Chengping, and he didn't care who he said them to.

And now, he is also following the wishes of Emperor Chengping.

Being ambitious is not necessarily a good thing.

Who in this world doesn't have ambition?

If there is no ambition, then the whole court would probably be empty.

And the ambition that Emperor Chengping said is obviously not a harbinger of evil.

"Well, General Yang is a man with ideas!" Emperor Chengping commented very pertinently.

He thought about it for a while, and then wrote the word "appropriation" on the memorial.

It was just a salt field, so he naturally wouldn't care.

This was a troublesome matter for Duke Ningguo, but it was just a trivial matter for Emperor Chengping.