"Meteorological poems! This is a meteorological poem!" A teacher looked at the warm sun in a daze, and tears filled his eyes: "There are only dozens of meteorological poems in the Dashang Dynasty, but now there is a child who wrote them! God bless me Dashang, God bless me Wuhou County!"

A teacher slumped in his seat, grabbed the teacup and poured a big sip regardless of whom, and there was no teacher's demeanor: "No one can say anything about today's events, we have to hide this snow, otherwise we will ......"

"Hide a fart!" A scolding was abrupt, and I saw a county official in an official uniform jumping off the boat and hurrying over. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Keep it and eat the ashes!" The county man scolded as he ran: "Who dares to touch this kind of genius! That is the enemy of the entire Great Shang and the entire human race! Tomorrow ...... No! today...... Later, when I go back, I will tell the magistrate and ask him to write an excerpt and submit it to Beijing. Send him one hundred and eighty royal guards!"

The county government academy is on the same street, very close. I heard the news that the county Cheng didn't even have time to sit in a sedan chair, and ran all the way from the county office.

Fortunately, the matter has now been resolved. And Li Xianyuan also gave them a big surprise.

Dispersed the aura of Haoran, and the blood words fell in mid-air, staining the grass and trees.

Li Xianyuan's figure staggered, his indifferent cheeks were pale, and he stepped forward to grab Situ Yanran, who was crooked backwards.

Her hair was messy, her cheeks were pale with beauty and ugliness, her cherry lips were bloodless, her eyes were full of tiredness and looked at Li Xianyuan, exhausted, and her lips were slightly open.

Seeing this, Li Xianyuan stroked her hair and covered half of her face, Situ Yanran was relieved and fell into a coma in Li Xianyuan's arms.

handed Situ Yanran over to the female teacher who came forward, Li Xianyuan couldn't support it at all, staggered forward under his feet, and was held up by the county Cheng who came in a hurry.

"He's fine, he's just exhausted. The county Cheng checked it and said to the teachers who were nervous. He also called a few officials to follow him and asked them to carry Li Xianyuan to the side room.

The county man seemed to be really frightened enough, and shouted: "What about Huo Jinglun!

A calm voice came from behind him: "Such a hurry." has been a county magistrate for more than ten years, haven't you smoothed out your temperament? ”

Xian Cheng turned around abruptly and glared at the middle-aged Confucian who was belated: "Huo Jinglun! I'm waiting for you to be the vice president of Jingshi Academy, not for you to die when the students are in danger! If the three of them really have a bad deal, I'll ask you!"

Dean Huo said leisurely: "Fang Zhenghao." Since they have embarked on the path of scholars, sooner or later they will be in danger and danger in the future. ”

The county Cheng moved the real fire, did not give an inch, and said in a generous voice: "This is the Children's Academy, and half of the students have failed to summon the spirit of Haoran. You let the baby go into danger!? Today, the poem written by Situ Yanran has almost reached the realm of manifestation, how should you deal with it! If it weren't for Li Xianyuan's urgency and wisdom, he wrote a meteorological poem to resolve it. Situ Yanran must not live!"

Dean Huo shook his head and said equally stubbornly: "Misfortune and blessing are relied upon, and blessing and misfortune are lurking." If there were no today's events, how could we find that Li Xianyuan was talented. Besides, isn't everything all right? ”

"Fallacy! Fallacy!" the county man glared angrily.

The teachers watched from the sidelines, not knowing how to intervene to solve the siege.

Dean Huo and Fang Xiancheng used to be Jinshi in the same period and have been classmates for several years. and were sent to Wuhou County together. Intersected for more than ten years. Therefore, Huo Jinglun knows him very well. On weekdays, Fangzheng Hao is approachable and has no shelves. But once angry, the eight horses can't pull it back.

He sighed lightly, no longer stiffened his face, and said with some softness: "Zhenghao, thousands of miles east of my Wuhou County is Chentang Pass, the East China Sea Dragon Palace is guarded, and the South China Sea has the South China Sea Dragon Palace and Penglai Immortal Island. The other three sides are other countries. My big business is located in the middle of the Pure Land, far away from the edge. Rest easy.

"But these students, sooner or later, they will set foot on the edge, and even leave the Pure Land to fight the demons outside the territory. Do you want them to be too scared to hold a pen when they face the filthy demons? ”

Fang Xiancheng had a long cold face, and said after a while: "If Li Xianyuan and Situ Yanran are okay, this matter will be stopped." If anything happens to them...... Hello for yourself. ”

With that, he flicked his robe and turned to leave.

Seeing Fang Xiancheng step on the boat and leave the island in the middle of the lake, Dean Huo said to Xuelu: "You go and ask someone to invite the doctor from the Qing Medical Hall." ”

……

The poems that went well in previous years will end without a hitch this year. However, in the past, the constant speed was transmitted to the entire Wuhou City.

The center of the matter is Li Xianyuan's meteorological poem and Situ Yanran's vision poem, as well as some lace materials. For example, Liu Jinxin, the son of a salt merchant, was smashed in the face with a teacup while looking for trouble. It's a joke.

At first some people did not believe it. Meteorological poems are so precious, there are less than 9981 poems in the 1,000 years since the opening of the Great Shang Dynasty, and there are almost a handful. Now it was made by a case leader who had just been admitted to the child's examination. If it was true, those scholars and doctors above the court should really commit suicide by jumping into the river.

But then, news came out from the county office. The result is a gasp.

Li Xianyuan really made a meteorological poem. And this matter has been written on the fold, and it is presented to Xinjing as soon as possible.

Suddenly, Wuhou City was in an uproar.

At this time, the initiator had just woken up. The eyes opened, and the diffuse black eyes gradually contracted.

"What time has it been? Li Xianyuan didn't move.

He frowned slightly, only to feel that his head was splitting, his eyebrows were empty, and the side effects of Haoran's qi being used up.

"Not yet. You were unconscious for two hours. The female student on the side recorded. She has a beautiful face, and it can be vaguely seen that she was quite amorous when she was young.

The student is a clerical position, and he is in charge of academic rules and counseling. Li Xianyuan was very important, so Dean Huo sent a scholar to keep an eye on it.

"How is Situ Yanran. ”

"She's been in the obstacle, tired and hasn't woken up yet, and she's next door. Stay and see, and I'll go see her. ”

Li Xianyuan bowed his head, and closed his eyelids again after Xuelu pushed the door and closed the door to leave.

……

In the home remedy next door, Situ Yanran opened her eyes, and her voice was weak: "What time is it?" ”

"Not yet. You were unconscious for two hours. "I just came in not long ago.

"How is Li Xianyuan. ”

Xuelu has a strange gaze. These two people asked each other when they just woke up. couldn't help but smile a little: "I just came over there, and he just woke up." ”

……

A few breaths later, Li Xianyuan appeared in the Ming Hall.

As expected, the butterfly love flower squeezed the middle of the two poems. The prodigy and Gu Lang Yuexing are unwilling to live on the left and right. And the butterfly love flower is different from the two songs.

The vivid colorful butterfly phantom flapped its wings and gradually faded away, and a new colorful butterfly appeared around the poem, and the cycle began over and over again.

Above the Ming Hall, the starry sky is empty.

A meteorological poem, so that Mingtang has not changed half a point, except for ......

Li Xianyuan turned around and saw a huge crack across the mud wall, which was shocking. Countless branches spread outward.

Reach out to contrast, cracks can be stuffed into fists. You can almost reach out and touch it.

The clicking sound I heard when I wanted to write a righteous song originated from this.

Carefully rubbing the huge cracks of the mud wall, the pieces of mud and stone fell, and the ground rolled a few times to fade and disappear, and in a blink of an eye, it appeared in the previous position of the mud wall.