The second disease,Metaphor for the adolescent teenager is too self-righteous and other special words and deeds,I used to read the novel and found that many protagonists, whether they are crossing women or men, have more or less this disease,But I didn't expect to really cross myself and really meet the middle two disease of the traverser.,Won't it be affected by the novel?

―――――――――――― excerpt from "My Hand Ties"

"What are you going to do?" Chu Lingfeng asked cautiously, but he remembered that Chu Lingxuan had plagiarized the Shang Yun of this poem, although the only people who knew it were himself and the original Guo Fuzi, but it was not impossible to spread it, for literati, plagiarism was a felony and a major event, Chu Lingfeng couldn't help but accidentally test the water who was now wearing Chu Lingxuan's coat.

"Uninteresting." This is Mao's evaluation, poetry and poetry are nothing as a demon who only focuses on improving his cultivation, maybe this matter looks strict to others, but Mao didn't even lift his eyelids, and sandwiched a chopstick mutton in the soup pot for a while, and then put it in his mouth.

Although he is dressed in a layer of human skin, he has not changed the eating habits of demons. It's just a pity that such mutton doesn't have any spiritual power. But better than nothing, this body still needs food to grow.

Chu Lingfeng suddenly found that he and this demon were not on the same level, and the things he was worried about might not be anything in Mao's eyes.

However, if Mao and Chu Lingfeng don't care, it doesn't mean that other people don't care either, a song? "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" came out. Suddenly, the undercurrent of the entire capital was turbulent, not to mention that a few traversers gritted their teeth with hatred for this newly emerged fellow, and there were not many small movements, just said that in the Zichen Hall of the Imperial Palace, the emperor of the Zhao generation, Emperor Yuanhe fell off the tea cup in his hand in anger.

"□□, leading countless heroes to bend their waists?" Emperor Yuanhe gritted his teeth and read this sentence, his eyes were full of terrifying cold light, and the surrounding servants were all holding their breath and concentrating, not even daring to breathe, for fear of accidentally being affected by the pond fish.

"Okay, very good, it seems that my governance is too lenient, and it actually makes some people unaware of the high sky."

The people are open, and their speech is relatively free, and there is generally no literary prison, but no matter how lenient the benevolent monarch is, he can't tolerate such a □□ anti-poetry.

"The Book of the Ministry of Punishment."

In the Morning Star Palace, the second prince Fang Jin couldn't help but be shocked when he looked at the poem, in his memory, the Shang Yun of this poem was obviously from Chu Lingxuan's hand, how did he become a boudoir woman in this life? And it was actually connected to such a lower rhyme!

"Written by a woman? No kidding. ”

Fang Jin directly threw the paper with the poems written on it into the charcoal brazier, it was absolutely impossible for such a domineering poem to come from a boudoir woman. His eyes fell on the half-copied filial piety scripture on the table, and a trace of dark hatred appeared in Fang Jin's eyes.

In my memory, although he was not as good as the prince at this time, he was also very favored, but this time suddenly became very unpleasant, and the prince, who had treated their younger brothers equally, suddenly looked at him unpleasantly, and secretly stumbled him several times, and several younger brothers actually began to disagree with him, and a few days ago he was reprimanded by his father because of the eye medicine of the third prince, and then he was punished for thinking about filial piety behind closed doors.

Isn't this a hint that he is not filial?

Feeling that there were few people around him who could be used again, Fang Jin couldn't help but think of Chu Lingxuan, who was always full of scheming, and secretly made up his mind to get him to help him earlier.

In the mansion of a third-grade official in Ziyi Hutong, a young girl in the boudoir was confidently putting down her brush and looking at the poem she had just written.

The little maid next to her hurriedly flattered: "Miss's writing is really getting better and better." ”

The girl smiled, there was a self-satisfaction on her face, and before she could deliberately be modest, she heard a bang, the door of the room was kicked open from the outside, and a middle-aged man with an angry face walked in, it was the father of the young girl, and before the girl stood up and called Dad, she heard a snap, and a red slap appeared on the girl's fair face.

"You, you hit me?" The girl covered her cheeks, and her autumn eyes were full of disbelief, "You hit me?" "Even my former parents didn't beat me, and I was slapped here.

"Evil Barrier!" The man scolded, then swept his eyes over the poems on the table, frowned, walked over and grabbed it to take a look, and suddenly his hand holding the paper trembled with anger.

It was a song by Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea"

"The world is in the heart?!"

The man's face turned white with anger, and he crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it directly into the brazier.

"My poems!" The girl exclaimed.

"Master, master!" A guy ran in in a panic, without even saluting, panting and shouting, "Master, there are many officers and soldiers outside, and they have surrounded our mansion. ”

"What?!"

Suddenly, the man looked at the girl, and that look made the girl very uneasy.

In just three days, a Sanpin official disappeared into the capital, along with his family and the three clans, and it took a month for news to come out that these people were all exiled, and the official's daughter hanged herself on the first day of imprisonment.

Approaching the New Year's Festival, it is not advisable to kill, such a result for this official's family does not know whether it is lucky or unlucky, although he did not lose his life for the time being, but this kind of weather is exiled for 3,000 miles, or 3,000 miles in the north, and it is very normal for a few people to die on the road.

However, these are not people who would say to a child like Chu Lingfeng, as the Chinese New Year approaches, the masters of the Chu family have cut new winter clothes, but Chu Lingfeng couldn't help frowning when he looked at the clothes sent to him.

The festive red is embroidered with silver wire, even the boots, such a set of clothes on the body, will definitely only leave an impression, that is, "big red envelopes".

Originally, such clothes were worn on the day of the New Year, but in order to please the good fortune and auspiciousness, Mrs. Zhao specially asked the sewing room to make several sets of such clothes for Chu Lingfeng, anyway, it is very cute for children to wear like this.

Chu Lingfeng, who was powerless to resist his mother's decision, could only be a big red envelope for more than ten days, but Chu Lingfeng met Mao as soon as he went out in this dress, and Mao looked very elegant and handsome with delicate fragrant shoulder sleeves, which couldn't help but provoke Chu Lingfeng with jealousy.

Seeing Chu Lingfeng dressed up, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, thought for a while, blocked it with his sleeve and made a look, grabbed a string of red sugar gourds out of thin air and handed it over.

"What do you mean?" Chu Lingfeng was furious, he didn't think that Mao would be so kind to give himself a sugar gourd to eat.

"I think it's a good match."