"Emperor Sui wants to come to the Peony Pavilion to watch the scenery? Why don't you come early or late, but come at this time?"

"I guess I made a special trip to see Meng Fan! I heard that in addition to Lord Sui, Princess Yunshang, there are also many important vassal kings who will follow and play together!"

"Can it still be like this?"

Knowing the cause and effect of the Praetorian Guard's appearance, the lifters were about to go crazy with jealousy.

They really can't think of this kind of treatment,

"Lose! Lose!

For the first time, almost all the movers began to hope that Meng Fan would lose this big competition in their hearts.

Because, once Meng Fan wins, the subsequent exams will become bleak, and no one cares about it.

......

In front of the city gate, looking at the people who kept walking outside the city, Li Delin took a long breath and walked in front of the gatekeeper.

"Commander, my subordinates want to take a day off today!"

"Leave, you want to see Meng Fan!"

Squinting, a hint of disdain flashed across the face of the city commander.

"Yes!"

Li Delin's body bowed slightly, and he no longer had the majesty and arrogance of the president of the Hanlin Academy!

"Hehe, not convinced?"

Glancing at Li Delin, the commander sneered again.

"I just want to see what will happen to Meng Fan if he loses!"

"Hmm, my temper is not small, and I will grant you a day off today... Let you see what it means to have people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky!"

With a wave of his hand, the goalkeeper waved his hand.

Although others are no longer optimistic about Meng Fan in private, he thinks that Meng Fan will definitely win, just because he has guarded the city gate for so many years, and Meng Fan is the only person who is polite to him when he enters the city!

"Thank you, sir!"

"Maybe I'll bring you another one when I get back!"

was ridiculed, Li Delin was respectful on the surface, but he quietly muttered again in his heart.

......

Chang'an City is lively,

In the depths of the heavenly prison under the jurisdiction of Jingzhao Yin Mansion, there was a dead silence,

Crash!

Soon, the sound of the door opening sounded, and a cell leader came to the door of the cell where Yang Su and Yang Xuangan were being held with a food box.

"Hey, get up! Don't sleep, King Jin misses the old feelings, and sent someone to bring wine and food early this morning, hurry over and eat it while it's hot! By the way, King Jin also said that the current situation is tense, so I can only send it this time, I hope Lord Yang will cherish it!"

After shouting inside, the cell boss put the food box in the special food bowl and turned to leave.

"Father.... His Royal Highness King Jin has not forgotten us...."

In prison, Yang Su and Yang Xuangan were already pretending to sleep,

In this situation, they couldn't sleep at all.

Scold!

Hearing the movement, Yang Xuangan sat up instantly, as if he saw hope.

"What? King Jin delivered food?"

When Yang Su heard this, his face instantly turned pale, and there was no blood on his face.

He has followed King Jin for many years, and he naturally knows what this boxed lunch means.

"Father..... I know that King Jin will not ignore us, he must be thinking of a way!"

Here, Yang Xuangan took the food box and opened it to see that it was full of the drinks and dishes he loved to eat on weekdays.

"Father, or we ..... Let's ..... first"

He no longer has the arrogance he had at the beginning, and he no longer has the arrogance of his son.

In just a day and a half of hard work, Yang Xuangan, the head of the prison in prison, couldn't gnaw on it, and he was already hungry now, and now he couldn't help but want to move when he saw these delicacies.

"Wait!"

Seeing his son like this, Yang Su's facial features began to distort, his fists were even more pinched, and his voice trembled slightly.

"What's wrong, father?"

"It's okay, you can eat! Eat more! There is no King Jin to deliver food later.... I don't know ..... either."

Gritting his teeth, Yang Su turned around, unwilling to look at the food box again!

"Father, won't you eat some?"

With permission, Yang Xuangan grabbed a chicken leg and began to feed it in his mouth,

But after two bites, he suddenly stopped and asked.

"I won't eat it for my father, this is given to you by His Royal Highness the King of Jin, don't you see that it is all your favorite dishes?"

Yang Su's voice no longer trembled, and began to become flat and indifferent!

"And the boy ate ......"

Yang Xuangan couldn't help it, hunger had already made him think about it.

Uh-huh!

"It's fragrant! When I go out in the future, I will eat it for three days and three nights!"

He kept muttering while eating.

......

After half a pillar of incense, he only heard a pop, and Yang Xuangan fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and there was no longer any breath.

It was only at this time that Yang Su slowly turned around.

I saw that his eyes were blood-red, and hatred had filled everything.

"Meng Fan, I have written down this account, I won't kill you!

"Don't blame your father for being ruthless, only when you go out for your father can you avenge your hatred!"

Talking to himself, Yang Su slowly walked over,

After seeing that his son was indeed lifeless, he gritted his teeth and shouted,

"Cell boss! Come on! cell boss.... My boy he.... I killed myself in fear of sin!"

People are like this sometimes, obviously paying for their mistakes, but they have to say as if the whole world owes him!

Whoever kills, people will always kill him!

If you don't have such an awareness, don't take it lightly against Meng Fan.

........

What happens in the prison is rarely paid attention to,

Because today all eyes are destined to gather to meet the riverside, in front of the Peony Pavilion.

The hour has just passed, and the hour has not yet arrived,

Except for the road left by the Praetorian Guards, the periphery of the Qujiang River has long been impassable.

"Huh, why are so many people here today?"

According to the rules of Dabi, the previous champion Murong Hai had to take the stage on time.

As a result, when he saw such a scene, he was also shocked.

"It is said that today the Lord of Sui will watch the scenery in the Peony Pavilion not far away, presumably for that Meng Fan!"

Among the entourage, Murong Jie was also there.

"Lord Sui, looking at this Meng Fan is really appreciated by Lord Sui, so it will make you lose completely and can't raise your head!"

Glancing at the tightly guarded Peony Pavilion dozens of feet away, Murong Hai smiled coldly.

"Let's go!

Frowning, Murong Jie reminded again.

I don't know why, but the more this happens, the more difficult it is for him to feel at ease.

"What's the hurry? This situation and this scene are just a poem! Let that Meng Fan weigh it well!"

After opening the paper fan, shaking it, and after a moment of silence, Murong Hai opened his eyes.

"The shade of the green trees is thick and the summer days are long, and the buildings are reflected in the Qujiang River. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the shelves are full of roses and pavilion fragrance!"

The voice was not small, and the people from all walks of life who were watching heard it clearly.

There is no way, he is deliberately showing off his skills!

After that, he stepped into the ring.

Sure enough, after a short silence, some literati began to whisper.

"This is the poem that Murong Hai chanted casually, maybe it's too terrifying!"

"Tut-tut, good poetry! Good poetry! Meng Fan is doomed this time!"

"That's right, the god of poetry deserves to be the god of poetry, and he understands it, his level is much better than the one in front of me!"