Wang Yang came to Shangshu Mansion with the imperial doctor. Feng Danmiao stayed in the courtyard in a daze, her eyes were a little darker than yesterday. The imperial doctor stepped forward to check Feng Danmiao's pulse, only to find that Feng Danmiao's spleen and stomach were not very good, and as for whether the brain was normal, the imperial doctor could not judge.

Wang Yang carefully observed Feng Danmiao for a while, and secretly asked Mo Yilou again, according to what he heard and saw, it was estimated that Feng Danmiao would be wasted. Wang Yang sighed again and again, patted Feng Danmiao's shoulder and comforted: "Feng Shangshu don't want to go, Your Majesty has already caught and punished that group of bullies, and has spoken out for you." ”

"Kill them, kill them..."Feng Danmiao's expression suddenly became frightened, and she grabbed Wang Yang's sleeve and said, "Tell Your Majesty to divide their five horses!" ”

"Okay, good, Feng Shangshu, please feel at ease."

Feng Danmiao's intelligence was like that of a ten-year-old child, Wang Yang had no choice but to talk to him in a child's way: "Your Majesty allows you to resign, and from now on, you can go wherever you want." ”

Mo Yilou looked happy when he heard this, and asked Wang Yang: "Sir, can a junior official enter the palace to serve His Majesty?" ”

"Yes."

"Where am I going?" Feng Danmiao looked at Wang Yang in a daze, her heart full of ridicule.

They have tormented him to the point of no hope, and now where is he going?

"If Feng Shangshu doesn't know where to go, he can stay in Luzhou, and His Majesty will come to see you when it's good."

If Feng Danmiao stayed in Luzhou, it would naturally be best for Cangluan.

"Then I'll wait here for Your Majesty to come." Feng Danmiao lowered her head and ate the pastries by herself, looking like she was waiting.

He is waiting for a chance to take revenge, but is Cangluan affectionate, will he be afraid of losing? In front of a person who had no humanity, Feng Danmiao suddenly felt that he was powerless. Cangluan should only have the country in his heart......

Wang Yang was silent for a while, and said suggestively: "The seven-foot body Xu Guo is difficult for Xu Qing, and I hope that Feng Shangshu will look down on the private affairs of his children, and he will focus on social affairs." ”

is a good one who puts the community first, and the evil thoughts that Feng Danmiao just ignited were extinguished by Wang Yang's words. Feng Danmiao devoured the pastries, and took the time to ask, "What is shooting?" ”

"No... It's nothing, Feng Shangshu, you eat slowly. ”

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It is the annual horse racing festival of the northern bureaucracy, from the emperor's relatives to the common people, as long as they volunteer to participate in the competition.

For today's competition, Youyu spent a month learning equestrian with Mu Lang. The northern wing is worthy of being a horse nation, the horses are fat, and the riding skills are far more than those of the Central Plains. The Yan people are the best at riding horses that you have ever seen, but I didn't expect that the equestrian skills of the northern wings are even better, and there are really people outside the sky.

This year, there are 200 challengers, and the competition includes crossing fences, wading through shallow rivers, crossing fires, etc., and horse racing not only challenges horse skills and speed, but also challenges the courage and perseverance of warriors.

There is nothing difficult in the world, but I am afraid of a fish with a heart. After a month of hard study, Youyu finally won the penultimate place, although it was a defeat for Youyu! cough cough~ Because the penultimate place is an expectant mother, she had a stomachache two minutes after the start of the game, and she gave birth to a strong baby after struggling for a while. Youyu can't help but sigh at the strong physique of the Beiban people, and giving birth to children is not "tangled" at all.

There were fish that crossed the horse farm at a good speed, but only scorched their hair, and were not burned out.

"Mu Lang, I finally know why the Beiban people have curly hair." Some fish sniff the burnt smell and rub their hair to make a creaking sound, and some fish think that their new hairstyle must be cool.

"Fart you, our hair is naturally curly, not baked, unlike you!" Mu Lang taunted Youyu while wiping the egg-sized burn on Youyu's wrist with milk wine, "If you slow down, the wooden frame of the fire will collapse and you will be stoned to death." ”

Mu Lang has always been duplicitous, with a knife mouth and a tofu heart, and some fish like his upright character. Youyu thinks that his equestrian skills are already comparable to the warriors of the Central Plains, and he wants to hear Mu Lang's opinion. "Hey, what do you think of my equestrian skills, can I be a general?"

"It's a little better than before, it's still far from the general, keep up the good work." Mu Lang said nonchalantly, but Youyu's equestrian skills are indeed ten times stronger than when he first came, but he won't praise Youyu, after all, it is a fact that Youyu is his rival.

At this time, an ordinary man came over with a small bowl of milk, handed it to Youyu, and said honestly: "Guo Tanfu, if you are injured, this effect is better." ”

Except for the king, the other high-ranking officials and dignitaries only called by their names.

Bei Gong is kind-hearted, like a relative, Youyu happily took the small bowl, but he didn't know how to call him, "Who is this?" ”

Mu Lang introduced: "Carondo, the husband of the woman who just gave up the race, congratulations on becoming a father Carondo. ”

"Congratulations," Ariyu shook Carondo's hand in a friendly manner, "Your son will surely become a warrior like his mother." ”

Mu Lang took a small bowl from Youyu's hand and sniffed it carefully, there was a strong milky smell, Mu Lang smiled gloomily: "Good medicine wow, Guotantu's burns will definitely recover soon." ”

Mu Lang nodded some milk on his fingertips and rubbed it on Youyu, not to mention that Mu Lang looks like a tiger's back, and he is very delicate in doing things.

The wound felt cool, and a fish was curious: "What kind of medicine is so magical." ”

Carondo scratched his head shyly and smiled innocently: "Hehe, my wife's milk." ”

There are fish: "......"

So nourishing! You must get well quickly, otherwise you will be sorry for the child's food.

Marseille is over, and the racecourse begins with other entertaining competitions. There is archery, there is fighting...... Mu Lang accompanied Youyu to watch on foot, and Youyu aimed at a martial art with extremely "domineering" movements. I saw that the warrior was holding a short sword, his movements were fast and agile, and there was a phantom, although it was a person who was gesturing, and the fish was also dazzled, and he could only use two words to describe this set of tricks - rampant, if you have to make another modification on this rampant swordsmanship, you have to praise it - elegant.

If you learn this set of kung fu, you can not only use it for self-defense, but also show off in front of others.

Youyu excitedly pointed to the martial artist and said to Mu Lang: "This is amazing, I want to learn this." ”

"You have a good eye, this kung fu is called dark grid, rigid and soft, only fast and not broken, it is a great pride of our northern wing." Mu Lang proudly introduced, "We are a small country in the north, and many of our efforts are no match for the Central Plains, but this dark grid is unbeatable. If you look closely at the short sword in the master's hand, it is soft. The dark grid is a set of melee techniques, and the original intention of creating this set of kung fu was only for self-defense, and later it evolved into a counteroffensive, which is suitable for girls, so it is also called the daughter sword. ”

Mu Lang glanced at Youyu up and down, deliberately held his head high, and changed his words: "Of course, it doesn't mean that it is only suitable for girls, a burly man like me naturally can't use this trick, but you can." ”

"You mean I'm small." Youyu glanced at Mu Lang unpleasantly. Thinking about Yongchun boxing or a woman's creation, Ip Man is not the same as playing well-known at home and abroad, and cultivating Bruce Lee, an international celebrity.

"I didn't say that." Mu Lang said no on his mouth, but that was what he meant in his heart, and smiled faintly, "If you stand with me, they will definitely say that you can do it, I can't." ”

"You!" Youyu was not convinced, his thumb crossed the wing of his nose, and said defiantly, "You go and see, I will learn from my teacher now, and when I leave the school, it will be the day when you wait for your subordinates to beg for mercy, and then you don't cry." ”

Mu Lang raised his eyebrows indifferently: "How can I cry, when the time comes, there will be another master in our northern wing, and it will be too late for me to be happy." ”

Youyu left Mu Lang and walked towards the warrior, and made a big salute respectfully. "Master, please take me as an apprentice, I want to learn this set of tricks."

The martial artist glanced at Youyu and nodded with satisfaction: "Guo Tanfu, your bones are surprising (your body is not tall), you are a good seedling for practicing martial arts." ”

Youyu said excitedly: "Master, did you promise to accept me as an apprentice?" ”

Mu Lang: "Don't call Master yet." ”

"Master!"

"Good apprentice."

However, Youyu never expected that this simple "master" would be exchanged for two months of horse walking and a year of sun and rain.

Since then, Youyu has lived a very fulfilling life every day, assisting the king of the north to deal with some trivial matters during the day, learning martial arts with his master in the evening, and occasionally going to Mu Lang to eat and chat in his spare time. Although the days are hard but very comfortable, just like this, the cold comes and the summer comes, the spring goes to the autumn, and unconsciously a year has passed, the fish has gradually become stronger, the mind is getting more and more broad-minded, and the mentality is becoming more and more optimistic.

One side of the water and soil raises one side of the people, and some fish find that they have completely changed, becoming crisp, hearty, and dare to love and hate. It turns out that the concept of "leaving the green mountains in the fear of no discipline" is an impregnable castle in the heart of Youyu, and after being blown by the wind of the northern wing for a year, there are now ruins left.

Beigong gave him the same grace as his family, and gave him a new life, which was enough for him to live and die with Beigong.

On the horse farm, there were fish running on horses, and Mu Lang was chasing after him. There are still the last 100 meters to go, and as long as the current speed is maintained, Youyu will be the first place in this edition of Marseille. However, in the last ten meters, Mu Lang used a horse pole to lassoze Youyu and dragged Youyu to the ground, causing Youyu to miss the first place.

Mourão is not cheating, because Marseille is also a tactic.

"You kid can do it."

This is Mu Lang's first admiration since Youyu joined the North Bureaucracy, and he clapped his hands and praised: "It's only a year, and it's a lot of growth." ”

"Mu Lang, you taught well," Youyu bowed to Mu Lang gratefully, "Without you, I wouldn't have me today." ”

"Come, let me try your dark grid." Mu Lang drew a short sword and pointed it at Youyu.

Youyu tied up the hair that had fallen out of his horseback riding, and raised the corners of his mouth confidently, and the horse's steps for half an hour every night for a year were not in vain. "Mu Lang, you should take the long gun, if you fight closely, you are afraid that you will not be able to win against me."

Mu Lang was really pleased with the strength of Youyu: "Guo Tanfu, I like your arrogance more and more, draw your sword." ”

Youyu's soft sword was embedded in a leather belt, and Yuyu held the hilt of the sword and pulled it out unhurriedly, the flexible blade swaying in the sunlight, reflecting the sun's rays from time to time.

Mu Lang suddenly attacked, Youyu's body instantly leaned back, it seemed to be retreating, but it was really attacking, and in the blink of an eye, a sword stabbed up from Mu Lang's chin, and Mu Lang hurriedly took a few steps back. There are fish with fast movements, and the speed of dancing the sword seems to be surrounded by flying swords, making people unable to start.

After more than a dozen rounds, Mu Lang retreated step by step, and when he was exploring the fish gap, the hilt of the sword suddenly flew out of the light and shadow and hit Mu Lang's eyebrows, knocking Mu Lang down.

"You've lost." Youyu raised his eyebrows proudly, "If it's Jian Ren, you're already hanging." ”

Mu Lang gave a thumbs up to Youyu: "Awesome, on behalf of the Northern Wing Army, I solemnly invite our horses to join the army, how about it?" ”

Youyu withdrew his sword, nodded with a smile, and said, "It is incumbent on me, but I am still no match for you in terms of long-range attacks." ”

"No one is perfect, you are already very remarkable, when you learn to shoot again, won't my position as a general have to be surrendered? Ha ha. ”

Youyu raised his head and jokingly threatened: "Hmph, then you should be careful." ”

"Ahh