When Yang Ling arrived at the "Zhuwang Hall", he saw a carriage driving out from inside. Bi Zhen stood in the courtyard with a smile on his face. It seemed that he had just sent the guest and was about to turn back, but when he saw Yang Ling stopped again.

The carriage and Yang Ling passed by. I heard two coughs in the car sedan chair, and the sound was very young. Yang Ling slowly entered the yard and turned over and dismounted. Bi Zhen had already greeted him respectfully and smiled: "Mr., it's snowing heavily today, you are still here."

"Well, I will make the final selection tomorrow, and then take it to the palace to invite the emperor and the empress dowager to see it in person. How can I not come here to see it today? Twenty-one people have been finally selected?"

"Not twenty-one, twenty-two," Bi Zhen said with a smile: "It is the son of Andongchen, the outside of Xishiku Xingzeku. Andongchen is a minor official, but his son is very good. He was a Juren at the age of sixteen. Among these twenty-two, the most famous among these twenty-two people. Only two of the young people in other places are scholars. Haha, we have just seen this, and we have a beautiful face and a gentle and polite voice. Look, it is the carriage we just went out."

When Yang Ling heard this, he felt a lot more relaxed. For Zhu Houzhao's three brothers and sisters, Yang Ling's relationship was not just about the relationship between the king and the minister. He regarded Zhengde as his brother and regarded this two lovely princesses, both young and old, as relatives. Of course, he hoped that Yongfu really had a good home.

Nowadays, the princess is young, so the age limit for the candidates for this prince consort is too small, fourteen to sixteen years old. It is really difficult to find someone with fame and good temperament among such a little kid. According to Bi Zhen, the child's conditions are really good.

Yang Ling looked back and said regretfully: "It's a pity, it's a pity that if I had come one step earlier, I would have seen it myself. Haha, the emperor has given you such an important task to you and me. This mission must be done to satisfy the Empress Dowager, the Emperor and His Highness the Princess."

"That's that's that," Bi Zhen laughed and walked into the house to Yang Ling, saying, "This young juren is called An Ye. Although his family is good, he looks handsome, and has outstanding talent and outstanding knowledge. We like it. We wanted him to wait a little longer. If the prince or marquis arrives, we can see with our own eyes, but now he is sick, and I am afraid that he will delay the selection tomorrow, so I let his father and son go back first."

"I'm sick? What's the disease?" Yang Ling stopped suddenly and suddenly remembered that he had passed by the car sedan just now, and he heard two coughs.

Bi Zhen said disapprovingly: "Hi! No serious illness, a scholar, he is weak and has a cold and cough whenever he gets cold and cold. He is taking medicine at home to treat it. They originally planned to cure the cold and come again, but this is the last day, so they have no choice but to report their names first."

"Oh!" Yang Ling was relieved when he heard that it was just a cold. The capital was located in the north, with four distinct seasons. When the solar term was not obvious, people were prone to illness. It was not until today that the capital had the first heavy snow. Due to the dry and cold climate these days, there were many people who caught colds. When they coughed, they collapsed and cracked. Some coughed and their throats were bleeding and their stomachs hurt.

Gao Wenxin was there in the Yang Mansion. Of course, this would not happen to the whole mansion. The room was smoked with vinegar, and everyone even prepared medicinal porridge to drink. Others did not have such a blessing. Today, Wenhua Palace performed a full martial arts show, and twelve people were missing. One business trip, and the remaining eleven were all sick leave.

Yang Ling said: "Oh, it doesn't matter if you have colds. As long as the conditions are good enough, he will treat it quickly. If he chooses to meet the emperor, he will have a cough and snot. The empress dowager looks bad and may be defeated."

Bi Zhen tightened the stack of silver notes in his sleeves and said with a smile: "It's still thoughtful that adults think about it. We will pay attention to these things. If you have nothing to do, don't ask him to show up. After you go on stage, hurry up and pick up some things below, so that you won't lose your appearance."

"Well, he has left all the materials? There are twenty-one other people who have been asked to bring them. I'll take a look first, and I feel a little accurate."

"Yes, Duke of the Kingdom", Bi Zhen waved his hand, and several local servants in the "Zhuwangguan" quickly brought in a large number of files.

Bi Zhen smiled and said, "These are the information of the final candidates. The family history and resume are all recorded clearly. There are handprints pressed in Baojia as a guarantee. Each of them also painted a portrait in the file. These people are all young people with good facial features, innocent family background, and able to write poetry and prose. Please read it!"

The one above is the information about the young juren who just left. Princess Yongfu is all-round and knows everything about the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songs and essays. It doesn’t matter if she finds a husband who is a young young man. He will grow up sooner or later, but if the cultural heritage of each other is too far apart, it would be strange if she can have a common topic in the future.

Although talent and learning are not a decisive condition, they are an important foundation. Yan Ye is the only juren among the candidates. Yang Ling was very interested in him. When he opened Yan Ye's resume, he saw that his ink was in a square and his handwriting was very elegant. Yang Ling was a practitioner of calligraphy. Seeing that the words in the thin gold-style style of Young Master An were straight, floating and fast, like a line like grass, relaxed and erect, he couldn't help but shout.

When I opened the portrait painted by the painter, I was indeed a handsome young man with beautiful eyes. Although the portraits of the painter at that time were somewhat distant and not a complete photo painting, I was probably always inseparable. It seemed that the boy's appearance was really attractive.

Yang Ling felt excited: The other selected candidates have not seen it yet, and the conditions are good to just look at it. Now, there is no one that makes me fall in love with."
Chapter completed!