When Luoyang officials heard that the prince had registered their gifts, they were stunned when they asked those who gave the gifts to investigate the source of their property. Many people who gave the gifts regretted it and almost beat their chests and stamped their feet, but the gifts had been given, and it was too late to regret it.

However, the prince wanted to investigate the source of their gifts, but many people were not so afraid. The top-ranking and poor family were the mainstream of officials of this generation. Most officials were from prominent families. The children of some large families may not be so rich themselves and could be completely passed on to their ancestors. What they regret was that they gave gifts for free but did not get any results.

Sure enough, at night, the officials who gave the heavy gifts explained to the Luoyang prefect Li Xu, who only a few unlucky ghosts could not explain it clearly. However, since this is the case, such officials have little background, Li Xu doesn't have to worry about being unable to deal with it.

Yang Yong was a little helpless about this result. Fortunately, Yang Yong did not want to launch a large-scale anti-corruption campaign, and there was no time now. For officials who could explain the source of the gift, they would be returned to the original items and fined them twice the money to the treasury. As for the unlucky people who were too heavy and could not tell the reasonable source of the gift, they were removed from their official positions, which was considered an opportunity to warn them, so they should not be too greedy.

The next day, Yang Yong set off on time and returned to Beijing. Three fewer officials came to send him off than yesterday. Of course, these three were the three unlucky people who were dismissed. Looking at the prince's car driving away, the officials of Luoyang Prefecture breathed a sigh of relief. Many officials who paid twice the fine were mournful and secretly glad.

It was already the end of June when Yang Yong set off. It was the hottest time of the year. Because he was not in a hurry to rush, Yang Yong chose to take a boat. There were two waterways to choose from from Luoyang to the capital. One was to directly reach Shangluo from Luoshui. However, the upper section of Luoshui traveled between the canyon and the basin, with many dangerous shoals and rapids, which could only be used by small boats. In addition, there were abandoned boats in many places. The other waterway was slightly complicated. First enter the Yellow River from the canal, go north along the Yellow River to Tongguan, then turn to Guangtong Canal, and enter the Wei River directly to the capital.

Although this waterway can be turned several times, it leads directly to the capital. The ships can sail continuously. In most places, the water is gentle and can be connected to large ships. Yang Yong naturally chose to walk the Yellow River.

If the waterway from Luoyang to the Yellow River is quite narrow, as soon as you enter the Yellow River, it will be boundless. The river water hits the face, and the waves are rolling down, and they are rushing forward in a mighty way. The river water hits the bottom of the ship, making a loud bang.

Yang Yong and his party rode three official ships in total, each of which was a large ship that could carry more than 100 people. One was used to carry horses, one was used to carry items, and the other was all carried people. These three ships were huge in the eyes of ordinary people, but when they arrived at the Yellow River, they were still a small boat.

Because it was a reversed course, the boat sailed all by sailing and paddling. The speed of the boat was not much faster than walking on the shore alone. There was a rest in the middle and could only sail for seventy or eighty miles a day. Along the way, Yang Yong and Yun Meier had a rare leisure time to watch the scenery along the coast.

At this time, the vegetation in the upper reaches of the Yellow River was lush and not damaged. Although there was a lot of mud and sand in the river, it was clear and clear after a while. It could be drunk directly, and it also brought a sweet feeling. Thinking of the turbid Yellow River water in later generations, Yang Yong was quite moved. This mother river in China has nurtured the Chinese people for many years, but unfortunately, the descendants did not know how to cherish it. Not only were they cut down along the way, but all sewage was discharged into it. Not only did they drink it, they even felt dirty even when taking a bath.

If you are the emperor, the first law to be promulgated is to encourage trees planting along the coast, prohibit indiscriminate deforestation, and allow future generations to follow the inquiries forever, so that the waters of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River can be green and evergreen.

"Husband, what are you thinking?" Yun Meier's charming voice recalled in her ears.

"Didn't think about anything?" Yang Yong said lightly. Even if it's a couple, it's better to keep some things secret.

"I don't believe it. My husband was so ecstatic about the river just now. Did he think of some new poems?" Yun Meier said excitedly. The prince either did not write poems. A poem was a quatrain for the ages. Especially the poem "The Magpie Bridge Fairy" is known to everyone. However, since he pacified the south of the south, the prince had not leaked out for several years, which disappointed many people. Yun Meier and Xing'er were also resentful. Yang Yong wrote lyrics for the prince's concubine. Although they did not dare to compete with the prince's concubine, they privately hoped that the prince could write poems for themselves one day.

"New Poetry?" Yang Yong was puzzled. The woman's thinking was indeed jumping. She suddenly thought of writing her own poem. She couldn't help but look forward. On one side, she could see the river bank clearly, but on the other side, it seemed endless. A white line in front was even more straight up to the sky. A Tang poem appeared in Yang Yong's mind: The Yellow River was far above the white clouds, and an isolated city of ten thousand feet of mountains. Just as she was about to blurt out, she remembered the next two sentences: Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze did not cross the Yumen Pass. She had to swallow it. The Yellow River here has, the white clouds, but there was no lonely city, let alone Yumen Pass.

"Your Highness, I and others will also listen to Your Highness's new work." Lu Mulin said to her help.

"I haven't heard your highness write a poem for a long time." Zhang Qiu Taiyi added with a smile.

"Okay, then I will be reluctant to do it." Seeing everyone looking at him, Yang Yong scraped his stomach. Fortunately, there were too many poems describing the Yellow River. Yang Yong thought for a while, and finally thought of a poem, saying, "The sun is over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea, and he wants to see thousands of miles away, and go to a higher level."

The official boat that Yang Yong rode was divided into three levels. The place where they stood at this moment belonged to the middle level. This song "Climbing the Stork Tower" by Wang Zhihuan is also considered suitable for use here.

If Yang Yong said that the most talented person was Zhang Qiu Taiyi, Zhang Qiu Taiyi learned a lot, astronomy, geography, yin and yang and five elements were all connected. Renshou Palace and Luoyang New City were both personally selected by Zhang Qiu Taiyi. What is rare is that all the poems are good, and the next ones are Lu Mulin, Li Gang, Fang Yanqian and others. Yang Shi and the general guards were only knowledgeable in general, and Mai Tie Staff was even more ignorant.

When everyone heard these two sentences, "The sun was on the mountain and the Yellow River flowed into the sea." They still felt that the prince's poem was dull this time. Zhang Qiu Taiyi and Lu Mulin couldn't help but be disappointed, but "I want to see you thousands of miles away and go to the next level." As soon as the two sentences came out, even Yang Shi and the guards were moved, only Mai Tiezhang opened his eyes blankly.

"A good poem, your highness is talented, I can't stand it." Zhang Qiu Taiyi's eyes saw the prince's words in a short time, and he couldn't help but be convinced. Lu Mulin even thought, if the prince was willing to write poetry, he would probably be the first person in the literary world of the Sui Dynasty.

Yun Meier was slightly dissatisfied. Although this poem was good, it did not match her intentions. Yun Meier wanted to hear more about the poem expressing the relationship between men and women like the Magpie Bridge Fairy. It was just that the prince rarely wrote a poem, and he probably wouldn't write it again in a short time. He had a thought in his mind. How could he try to let the prince write a poem specifically for her?

Seeing everyone's eyes that they wanted to write a few more poems immediately, Yang Yong thought to himself that it was not good and hurriedly said, "Poetry is just a small path. Chen Shubao's writing "Yushu Houting Flower" is also a rare good sentence, but in the end he lost his country. I should take this as a warning and focus on how to govern the world is the right way."

"Otherwise, Chen Shubao's "Yushu Houting Flower" still means to destroy the country, but the prince's poem is full of enthusiasm and progress. Chen Shubao is much inferior to the prince." Zhang Qiu Taiyi said seriously.

Yang Yong said intimidated that if he really wanted to write a poem, he would probably miss Chen Shubao too far, so he had to use attack as his defense, and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, why not write a poem with Lu Aiqing and Zhang Qiu Aiqing, so that everyone can evaluate it."

It is not difficult for the two to write poems, but there is a good line from the prince in front of them, but the two of them are unwilling to be ugly, so they have to deal with it, so they throw away the poems without any questions.

The ship was sailing for a while, and a flag-speaking soldier came over and reported, "Your Highness, after a few miles, I will be in Mianchi. I'm sending you in front of you, do you need to go ashore in Mianchi?"

Although official boats can cook and make fire, the weather is hot now and the food cannot be stored for a long time. Generally, when the time comes, the official boats have to dock to replenish food and drink water. However, in most local ferries, three such large official boats cannot be docked at once, and small boats must be sent to transport them. As a county town, there should be no problem with docking three official boats, but they must be prepared in advance.

Yang Yong thought for a while and said, "Well, I'll send an order to dock Mianchi. Let's take a day off and start the boat tomorrow."

Mianchi, the place where the Qin and Zhao alliances were in the past, had a rare time to return to Beijing this time. It would be a pity not to look at such ancient monuments. Moreover, they had been on the boat for several days, so it didn't matter if they took the boat. The sailors were already exhausted.

Shortly after Yang Yong's order was passed, cheers suddenly sounded on the three official boats. They were able to dock and rest. The sailors were of course happy. The official boats quickly sailed towards the Mianchi Ferry.

At the Mianchi Ferry, a county magistrate in the seventh-rank official uniform and dozens of yamen runners were stretching their necks to look at the river. The prince's itinerary was not kept confidential. The local officials naturally knew what time to arrive. Although the prince may not necessarily stay, they must be prepared. Otherwise, if they are caught off guard and make any mistakes, not only will they be able to do the head, but they may not be able to keep their heads, so they naturally dare not neglect them.
Chapter completed!