Yang Chengye went to Si Hai Academy after having dinner at Han's house.

  After all, Yang Chengye and Wang Boling only took a three-month leave, but now it's been over a year, so it's better to go find him first.

  Today's Four Seas Academy is still crowded with students, competing in poetry and lyrics, and the places where Yang Chengye has been can still hear their poems.

  Yang Chengye found Wang Boling by memory. When he saw Yang Chengye, Wang Boling thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. When he got a clear look, he excitedly asked: "Ah, Chengye, where have you been for the past year? Why didn't I receive any news from you?"

  Yang Chengye smiled wryly: "Dean Wang, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect something unexpected to happen with the student, so it delayed things!"

  Yang Chengye returned, and Wang Boling was overjoyed. "Haha" he laughed and said: "It doesn't matter, as long as you're safe and sound."

  "It's just that this year you've grown up a lot and become even more handsome, I don't know how many young ladies will fall in love with you!"

  After a pause, Wang Boling continued: "Cheng Ye, I have already reported your name to Shang Xuejian, and you can participate in the autumn examination next year."

  Upon hearing this, Yang Chengye hastily expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, Master!"

  Wang Boling just wanted Yang Chengye's sentence. For these academy owners and literary giants, there were only two things that could make them proud.

  One is that their works are widely spread, and the other is that they have a satisfactory disciple.

  In Wang Boling's heart, Yang Chengye was a rare talent that appeared once in a hundred years, and his future achievements would not be inferior to those of the Poetry Immortals. When that time came, he himself would gain face, the academy would flourish even more, and naturally, the benefits would also increase.

  Leaving Wang Boling's room, I coincidentally met Wang Yun and Liu Xi again.

  "Brother Wang, Brother Liu, how have you been lately?"

  When Yang Chengye first appeared, Wang Yun and Liu Xie did not recognize him. It was only after Yang Chengye had greeted them that the two men took a closer look at him.

  After a long time, Wang Yun finally recognized Yang Chengye and exclaimed with surprise and delight: "It's really you, Young Master Yang! I've been thinking about you so much over the past year!"

  Liu Xi, on the other hand, was unusually calm, letting out a soft hum from his nose as he turned to look at it.

  As for Liu Xie's attitude, Yang Chengye didn't bother to pay attention to it either, and instead asked Wang Yun: "Brother Wang, where are you going?"

  After hearing Yang Chengye's question, Wang Yun slapped his forehead and said, "Look at me, I almost forgot."

  "Tonight, Lord Zhang Jun is hosting a banquet and has invited all the young people of Lin'an to attend."

  "Now that Young Master Yang is back, that's perfect, let's go together."

  At this time, Liu Xi suddenly said: "Wang brother, attending a banquet requires an invitation card, we don't have any extra invitation cards, this..."

  Wang Yun smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't worry, I have a plan."

  As they walked and chatted, Yang Chengye asked: "I wonder why Director Zhang wants to hold a banquet?"

  Wang Yun said in a low voice: "Governor Wang has a daughter, who is only 28 years old and is still waiting for marriage at home. It's said that she is as beautiful as the moon and flowers. Today is the day to choose a good match."

  As Wang Yun spoke, Yang Chengye suddenly had a vision of Nalan Yanran in his mind. It had been a year since he last saw her and he didn't know how she was doing or if she had returned to the Jin country.

  Yang Chengye asked Wang Yun: "Why haven't I seen Miss Nalan?"

  Upon hearing this, Wang Yun looked at Yang Chengye with a smile and said: "Nalan Yanran is my cousin, Mr. Yang suddenly asked about her, could it be that..."

  Yang Chengye smiled awkwardly and said, "Nothing, it's just that Miss Nalan has always been with you all, and today she didn't show up, so I found it quite strange."

  Wang Yun smiled and said, "Don't worry, my cousin will also attend the banquet today, and you'll naturally see her then."

  Yang Chengye, who had originally intended to decline the invitation, surprisingly agreed to go after hearing that Nalan Yanran would also be there.

  Yang Chengye got on Wang Yun's carriage and headed towards Zhang Jun's mansion.

  Zhang Jun's mansion is located on a quiet street in Lin'an, closest to the imperial palace. Having a residence here is a symbol of status, so only high-ranking officials live here, and those with money but no power cannot squeeze in.

  Zhang Jun's mansion covers a vast area, with as much as 200 mu of land, almost rivaling that of Qin Hui, the prime minister at the time. The entire court only has Zhang Jun daring to be on par with Qin Hui.

  Today, the Zhang Mansion is decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, with large red lanterns hung high. The entire Zhang Mansion, whether it's the masters or the servants, are all filled with joy and excitement, looking very festive and lively.

  Cars and horses came and went in front of the Zhang Mansion, breaking the tranquility of this quiet street. People of all kinds carried large and small packages of gifts into the Zhang Mansion.

  Yang Chengye and his two companions also arrived at the Zhang residence by horse-drawn carriage, but they had not prepared any gifts and could only awkwardly endure the strange looks from others.

  Wang Yun and Liu Xie bowed their heads and wrote down their names and origins on the ritual book, and also showed the invitation letter.

  Yang Chengye was relatively calm, and after writing down his own name, he walked into the Zhang mansion with his head held high.

  At this time, Zhang's mansion was crowded with people, whether it was the main hall or the courtyard, there were people sitting or standing everywhere, with men and women in red and green clothes, young and handsome men were everywhere.

  At the same time, Yang Chengye also saw several familiar people, including Qin An, son of Qin Hui, one of the four great talents of Sihai Academy, Lu You of Yunju Academy, and several young people from Yuehu Academy.

  "Are you Young Master Yang?"

  Yang Chengye was chatting with Wang Youxiang when a familiar voice suddenly rang out, followed by the scent of fragrance wafting through the air.

  Yang Chengye turned his head and saw Nalan Yanran.

  Today, Nalan Yanran's dress was different from usual. She wore a long skirt, her hair was styled in a bun, and she applied light makeup. She didn't look flirtatious or vulgar, but rather pure and innocent, like a neighbor's little sister.

  He saw Nalan Yanran. Yang Chengye's eyes lit up, and he smiled: "It's Miss Nalan, you're even more beautiful after a year!"

  Yang Chengye's undisguised admiration made Nalan's pretty face blush.

  Yang Chengye forgot that in modern times, praising a girl for being beautiful would evoke good feelings from others, but in ancient times it seemed somewhat frivolous.

  However, Nalan Yanran is a Jurchen woman and is different from the women of the Song Dynasty. She was delighted by Yang Cheng's praise, as it is said that "a woman's beauty is for the one who appreciates her".

  Nalan Yanran smiled slightly and said: "Thank you, Mr. Yang."

  "I don't know where Master Yang went this year? Why haven't I seen you at the academy?"

  Yang Chengye smiled slightly and said in a low voice: "I went down to kill Yan Jingshuo, but it was a failure!"

  "What? You... you..."

  Upon hearing this, Nalan Yanran was suddenly shocked and looked at Yang Chengye in disbelief, saying: "Wanyan Jinchuo is the grandson of Wanyan Wuzhu, the great general of the Jin Dynasty. Did you go to kill him without getting hurt?"

  He smiled and said, "It's not just an injury, it's a narrow escape from death, but fortunately I'm back safe and sound!"

  Until then, Nalan Yanran finally let out a sigh of relief and patted her chest.

  "Director Zhang has arrived!"

  Just then, a voice came from the hall, and Zhang Jun, dressed in a long gown, with his hair tied up, and his wife, with a ruddy complexion, walked out slowly.

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