Xie Yi looked at the bright moon in his heart, and silently wished Zhaowu's brother Qiu Qiu a smooth move. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Thousands of miles of bright moon send lovesickness, I hope your heart is like my heart.

Jun Feifei looked at Xie Yixin from time to time, and saw that she was a little distracted, so he didn't bother her. Silently, he turned his head and talked about poetry with Master Xie. One sentence per person, a good sentence for the bright moon, until the moon is in the middle of the sky, it is happy to disperse.

The capital Weiyuan General's Mansion, the Mid-Autumn Festival is also very lively, and after the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the palace is over, return to the mansion and hold a family banquet.

The long tables in the garden are also full of fruits, pastries, and mooncakes from all over the world. Yang Zhaowu looked at his happy parents and excited second brother, and couldn't help but think of the Mid-Autumn Festival in previous years.

The moon is still the same moon, but the people who look at the moon together have changed, I don't know if Uncle Xie and Xinxin's Mid-Autumn Festival is a little lonely? He stared at the full moon, and slowly, the full moon conjured a smiling face.

Soon it was August 20, which was the day of the township test list. Families with candidates sent people to see the results of the release of the results early, and Yang Zhaowu sat in Chengzhi Hall, waiting for the results of the autumn season with his grandfather, mother, and younger brother.

Lord Minghui looked out of the door from time to time and said, "How can you look at the people on the list, and you haven't come back yet"?

Yang Zhaowen saw that his brother was calm and relaxed, and he was not nervous at all, so he asked curiously: "Big brother, aren't you nervous?" ”

Yang Zhaowu smiled and said, "I was nervous when I was born, but now I am not nervous." "And, at that time, there was someone who was more nervous than him. If my sister is here today, I'm afraid I'm as nervous as my mother!

Yang Zhaowu thought a little hesitantly: When the results of Qiu Yu come out, do you want to send a letter to my sister? She must have been worried, and then she thought about it, what about reporting the news? It's better to investigate in the capital, pick a scholarly family with a simple population and outstanding character for her, and then write to tell her!

"Good news! Good news! Checkmate! Princess! The eldest young master won the Asian dollar! "The forsythia who watched the list was the grandson of Lianfang's housekeeper, with quick legs and feet, and was the first to rush back to report the good news.

"Really hit, or is it a Asian dollar?" Lord Minghui was surprised and delighted, and forgot to look at it for a while.

Those who are close to the county lord's mansion and some close friends have come to report the good news. "Reward! Rewards! Lord Minghui smiled happily, and then remembered to see the reward, and commanded loudly, "All the good news is rewarded!" ”

Old General Yang didn't mind that this was the General's Mansion, and Minghui was one step ahead of him. Because he was also very happy, he then instructed Lian Fang: "Go, everyone in the General's Mansion will be rewarded with two months' monthly money!" Lian Fang, who was smiling, hurriedly went out and announced the good news to the subordinates of the General's Mansion, and all the subordinates who knew about it after a while came to congratulate him.

In addition, the county lord of Minghui also rewarded the subordinates of the county lord's mansion, and for a while, the general's mansion and the county lord's mansion were full of laughter, all of them were beaming!

Waiting for Yang Yikun of the previous dynasty to come back, he was very happy to know that his eldest son was the second Yayuan, and even praised his son's courage, and hoped that he would also be able to be named on the gold list in the spring of next year, and glorify his ancestors!

After the list was released, a few families in the capital were happy and a few were sad.

In the Pingyang Hou Mansion, the Pingyang Hou listened to the reports of his subordinates, and the situation of several families he was concerned about. When I heard, "General Weiyuan's Mansion, the eldest young master Yang Zhaowu has hit Yayuan!" "My eyelids jumped, I didn't expect Yang Zhaowu's martial arts to be outstanding, and his literary talent was really not weak!

At first, I heard the youngest son of Jing Xuetang say that he was still skeptical, but he didn't expect Yang Zhaowu to be really powerful, although he didn't get the Yuan, but he grew up with General Weiyuan, who was mainly martial arts, and it was already rare to be able to Zhongyayuan!

So he strengthened Pingyang Hou's determination to pair his beloved daughter with Yang Zhaowu.

In the backyard, Mrs. Pingyang Hou was asking her daughter: "Yan'er, that Yang Zhaowu is the grandson of General Weiyuan, your father said that he is heroic and strong in martial arts, haven't you always disliked white-faced scholars?" ”

Miss Pingyang Hou Zeng Ruoyan wore a flaming red modified skirt, with wide sleeves changed to fit and cuffs, a long skirt with a silver-white wide belt to tie the waist, a wide horse-faced skirt, pink silk pants inside, and a pair of deerskin boots. The hair on his head is tied like a man, fixed with a white jade crown, the ears are carved gold rings, the straight back, the slender waist, the whole person looks heroic and sassy, and there is a unique beauty.

I saw her holding a horse whip in her hand, and said disdainfully: "General Weiyuan's grandson, is he strong in martial arts?" How could the son of General Weiyuan be the secretary of the Ministry of Rites? If you can't beat me, I won't marry! ”

The mother and daughter were talking, Pingyang Hou came back, and said happily: "That Yang Zhaowu is not only extraordinary in martial arts, but also not weak in writing, this autumn, he has won Yayuan!" ”

When Zeng Ruoyan heard this, she was even more disdainful: "I just said that my mother was a liar, what kind of garrison son did my mother say last time, and she also said that she was both civil and military, but she couldn't even beat Hongyu!" This Yang Zhaowu can be a central Asian dollar, how can it be impossible to be strong in martial arts, right? A man who is both civil and military, only in legends! Dad, mother, I'm riding a horse! ”

Mrs. Pingyang Hou hurriedly ordered: "Yan'er, be careful!" said and complained to her husband, "It's you who raised Yan'er like this." Then Yang Zhaowu is really good at martial arts? ”

"Madame, it's true! When the palace changed, he swept thousands of armies with a gun in his hand! Wang Qiankuan, the former deputy commander of the Praetorian Guard, was not his opponent. "The more Pingyang Hou thinks about it, the hotter it becomes, there are so many talents in the capital, and there are really few who can beat her daughter.

"Master Hou, didn't you recently become friendly with Lord Yang, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites? Did you deliver the message? What did he say? When Mrs. Pingyang Hou heard this Yang Zhaowu, she was indeed worthy of her name and very moved.

Pingyang Hou said distressedly: "Then Yang Yikun is very dull, he said that the affairs of his children and relatives are all handled by the county lord!" Why don't you go and find out the tone of Lord Minghui? ”

Mrs. Pingyang Hou was also very depressed: "At the lotus banquet, there were countless daughters who went, and when I introduced Yan'er, she only glanced at it politely. To be honest,It's Haojie,I don't want him to marry a daughter-in-law like a Yan'er。 ”

Pingyang Hou was full of confidence, "Madam, don't worry, your arms can't twist your thighs, as long as Yang Zhaowu likes Yan'er, what can the county lord of Minghui do!" Haojie said a few days ago,King Jing called to bring Yan'er during the autumn hunt,Yang Zhaowu will also go at that time,Hunting with horseback archery and archery,I don't believe Yang Zhaowu is not moved! ”

"But does he really like Yan'er's temperament?" Mrs. Pingyang Hou is still worried.

"Madam, don't worry, Yang Zhaowu was brought up by General Weiyuan, and he definitely doesn't like the delicate ladies, maybe Yan'er's fate is Yang Zhaowu." Pingyang Hou is full of confidence.

The next day, in the Zhenguo Mansion, the old Guogong Han Tiezhu was drinking with Yang Tingwei, the general of Weiyuan.

After three rounds of drinking, the old man put down the wine bowl and sighed: "It's a pity that Lao Peng went, alas! ”

Old General Yang also paused for a moment, and then said: "Lao Peng is also blessed, and the prince personally gave him a ride." I didn't expect the prince to be in the capital, but unfortunately I don't know his whereabouts, otherwise, Ah Cheng and I really want to see the prince's demeanor again. ”

"Who said no, I heard Shi dare to be the old horseman who said that the prince was sitting in a small cyan sedan chair and did not come down. It was the words of Gonggong Jiang who came to pass on the words that saved the majority of the people in the left camp of Gyeonggi. Lao Peng also owes a debt to his children! The old man sighed.