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The "boy's" face was a little hot. She has heard this kind of thing many times, and she doesn't know when the people around her began to rumor about her own affairs. Originally, hearing this kind of rumor, she should be angry as a woman, which is a thing that ruins her reputation.

However, that man was really a gentleman, because all the rumors were not from that man.

He just said that he was a fairy in his dreams, a graceful woman.

Thinking of this, the face of the "teenager" is even hotter.

Looking up, the "boy" blinked at the ink dye who was writing with his head down. That's it, a gentleman, every demeanor is more elegant than others. Now that I think about the moon boy I was obsessed with before, he is much inferior to the one in front of him.

"Mo Dye, you still say that you are not good at the imperial examination!" Before Mo Dye could finish writing, Fu Yuan shouted exaggeratedly.

Mo Ran raised his head and looked at Fu Yuan puzzled.

The things on the paper were all memorized by that person. He just memorized it, and he couldn't understand anything else. Therefore, Fu Yuan said that he was good at the imperial examination, which means that the person who has always controlled him is actually a person who is very good at the imperial examination?

"The third son of Shangshu in the lower household department, Ji Da, really admires the genius of the son. Even the young man who had just been named Hongguang was full of praise for ink dyeing.

Of course, it is full of praise, and it is already very difficult for ordinary people to be able to answer the above questions, and it is even more difficult to answer them correctly. Ji Da's question was originally the most difficult question during the exam. As a result, this person made it all, and the answer was better than he had originally thought.

However, this is not the most terrible thing, the most terrible thing is that this person does not even think about it, so he answers this kind of question.

Mo Ran came back to his senses, and still wrote out the final question according to the answer given to him by Hengqing, and then put down the pen: "These topics are really difficult, and I still study painting art on weekdays." Putting the filled volume aside, the ink dye was quite dedicated and humble.

Then he looked up, right in front of the person standing in front of him.

The "boy" is not tall, and in front of the ink dye, he is a small man. Therefore, ink dye doesn't need to look up, and when he looks at the "boy", he only needs to bow his head slightly. But the "boy" is different, she raised her head and looked at Mo Ran, the man in front of her was really beautiful.

What kind of beauty is that, you must give an adjective, that is, the immortal.

Dressed in white, covered with a translucent blue coat, it was as if a gust of wind would blow and he would ride away. Those eyes, calm and clear, are like the most beautiful gems, which can shine into people's hearts at once. The "boy" swallowed, she couldn't hear anything, and what echoed in her ears was a heartbeat of "knock, knock, knock".

Ink dye didn't expect that as soon as he looked up, he would see his goal. After all, this person was still in the corner just now, why is he in front of him now?

However, this doubt did not last long, because in his spare eye, he saw the old man standing by the gate.

Ink-dyed's gaze changed from dull to stunned. If this person is sent to Wen Wan's era, he will definitely become the best actor. That look, that gaze, that action, was not picky at all.

Sluggish, stunned, confused, ecstatic. In the blink of an eye, Mo Dye interpreted the four feelings, and then quickly bypassed the table and rushed to the front of the "boy". Even when he rushed over, he tripped over the table and stumbled, and took advantage of this moment to stain the ink in front of the "boy".

The "boy" couldn't help but take a step back.

"Wan Ting. The ink-dyed gaze turned into obsession. It's as if you want to put all the people in front of you in your eyes and in your heart. "In this world, there are really people who look like this!"

"Mo Ran, you are rude!" Fu Yuan, who rushed over after Mo Ran, was stunned when he saw the person in front of him.

Okay county lord, why did he come here? and appeared in front of Mo Ran? Isn't he crazy enough?

Mo Ran ignored Fu Yuan, he just stretched out his hand, his fingers were trembling to his palms and even his arms, no, his whole body was trembling. The trembling fingers wanted to touch the "boy", but the moment before touching the boy, the ink dye stopped.

"Under Yuan painting, the word ink dyeing, Dingzhou Yuan Zongzi. Ink-dyed's voice, trembling in a hurry, betrayed his excitement.

"Under the topaz. ”

"Huang Gongzi has sisters in his family, and he wishes to welcome him with ten miles of red makeup!"

Is this a courtship? When you see it, you ask for a kiss? Everyone is stunned.

Behind the screen in the banquet hall, there are two authors. One of them, dressed in black, crossed Erlang's legs and reached out to pick up a grape from the fruit bowl next to him and threw it into his mouth: "It's so sweet, you can actually get the grapes sent to the palace by the Sixth Prince Beizhuang here." You're a subordinate, you're a dramatist! You taught him this?"

The other, also dressed in black, sat in a wheelchair with a white porcelain teacup in his slender hands.

"I only gave him one goal, and if he wants to do it, he has to do his best. The man curled his lips slightly, and smiled. But this smile is very strange, obviously the mouth is smiling, and the corners of the eyes are indeed calm.

"How do you know that he will do his best to do what you have to do? I don't think you have anyone to supervise him. "Wei Xuan is no one else, others can't see that Hengqing is not defensive against the man named Mo Ran, how can he not see it. "You are so careless, how can you protect her?"

"The king treats me as a countryman, and I repay the king as a countryman. Hengqing replied with a smile.

"The premise is that that person should be a gentleman, not a little man of the Chu Pavilion. Wei Xuan picked up the teacup beside him and spun it twice at will, as if he was very interested in white porcelain: "Aren't you afraid that when he will betray you?"

"Gentleman?" The smile on the corner of Hengqing's mouth did not disappear: "Feiluan thinks, what is a gentleman? The real gentleman has long since died." Speaking of this, Hengqing's smile disappeared: "What he is in contact with now is a person with real status in the capital, how can he be willing to return to his original life after experiencing this kind of life." ”

After a pause, Hengqing's eyes flashed with a cold light: "I really hope that he is interested in the county lord of Ting." ”

"Aren't you afraid, he really wants to betray you?" Wei Xuan put down the teacup and replied.

"If he really cares, he will have no capital to betray. Hengqing turned his head and faced Wei Xuan: "Do you know, now that he betrays me, he will only return to his original life, but if he really cares about the county lord, then these nothingness things I have created for him really can't be abandoned." ”

"I really don't know, it's right or wrong to hand over that stupid woman to you in the future. ”