"Do you believe that this seat is dead for you?"

"One and two hundred thousand miles. ”

Baoyu's smile is more genuine, pure 'goodness'.

His smile was so kind, and his eyes didn't leave the blade of the autumn starry night for a moment.

Qiu Xingye can't die now, so he is waiting, waiting for the moment when Qiu Xingye really wants to wipe his neck.

Saving is definitely to be saved, but saving people at this moment and the next moment is equivalent to a vast land of 100,000 miles, which is not an area, but a side length, which is many times larger than the country in the 21st century......

"One million and two hundred thousand miles?"

The strategic, capable, and military and political affairs are all outstanding Qiu Xingye was stunned. His mind was confused, his ears were booming, the iron sword in his hand was clenched tightly, and he couldn't help it, and looked at the iron lady in the high-altitude picture.

Tie Zipian was also looking at him nervously, opening his mouth, and shaking his head again and again without any manners......

"One and a million three thousand miles. ”

Baoyu laughed again.

This time, Qiu Xingye did not hesitate, and as soon as the sword turned, the blood-red traces cut off his neck. He was so hard that the sword slashed through his neck, and he saw that it would be a great head that had been rushed up into the air by the flow of blood.

The Iron Lady's eyes widened, and she knelt down, and the whole picture was her heart-rending face: "Don't ..............."

"If you don't want it, you don't want it, 1.2 million miles is 1.2 million miles. ”

Baoyu shook his head regretfully, it seems that the limit of the autumn starry night is 1.2 million miles, and he can't take more than 100,000 miles, he feels a little pitiful. Someone knocked on the door for no reason, asked for compensation, and had to take something out?

Baoyu stepped out in one step, and instantly arrived behind the autumn starry night, and there was still a tenth of a moment of leisure waiting slightly.

Just when Qiu Xingye's head was rushed out half a finger high by the blood flow, the black crane short staff pressed down, and a small bright silver hoop clicked around Qiu Xingye's neck......

"It's decided, 1.2 million miles. ”

Baoyu smiled at Tie Zipity, and this time, Tie Zipity immediately responded:

"Good!"

...

The morning light is gradually bright, and a big sun has risen, and it will be a good weather.

Under the shadow of the morning glow, a tall, dashing, sage-like literati with a height of two meters and five or six steps on the light of the rising sun. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a ray of the light of the morning sun, and smelled it, it was the most authentic smell of sunshine, just like the smiling faces of Baoyu and the others below.

Pei Ju only saw the laughter of Baoyu and the others, the black face of the autumn starry night, the white bone court and the wails of the 240,000 army, and the iron self-pity that angrily brushed his sleeves and scattered the picture.

For him, the winner is the one who deserves to make him smile a little more......

"What a Star Picking Venerable, these eight thousand countries, there is one more proud son who is valued by the old man!"

Pei Ju laughed loudly, and returned to the Tang Dynasty in the light of the great sun, and went to his official office.

He fell in the courtyard of the garden of the official office, and the laughter was still continuous......

This is a very simple courtyard, not big, but carved a lot of shapes, style of very distinctive stone statues, morning glory coiled on the stone statues, like elegant dragons, the countless capable people buckled in the heart of the claws.

There is a wide platform every three hundred steps on the courtyard path, with stone tables and stone benches, and on the nearest stone bench sits a literati wearing a pointed straw hat and a wine gourd hanging on his waist......

"Master Pei, what makes you so happy?"

The man didn't raise his head, and continued to paint, Pei Ju looked at it in the past, and saw that it was a painted Buddha statue, the compassion on the Buddha's face, the four are empty, and all kinds of artistic conceptions have reached the point where the false is better than the truth, and it is more compassionate than the real Buddha.

"Ziqian, your painting skills are getting more and more powerful, if this painting is used by the old man, maybe he can take refuge in the real Buddha's fruition. ”

Pei Ju praised repeatedly, laughing even more happily, he talked about Baoyu's matter, and said comfortably: "Your Majesty asked me to be in charge of Honglu Temple and oversee the diplomatic affairs of the Eight Thousand Countries, you know, how many capable people are there in these Eight Thousand Countries? It's not interesting to deal with the half-saints and great Confucians produced by the Eight Thousand Countries......

Today, I finally found an interesting arrogant man, and the old man felt that if Jia Baoyu didn't die, maybe one day in the future, he would be able to sit on an equal footing with us. ”

"Jia Baoyu, the star winner on the narrow list, the crony goods?"

Zhan Ziqian was a little stunned, and before he could come out of the artistic conception of the painting, he muttered: "You said that he defeated a subject country that was twenty times stronger with other countries?"

"That's right, he also fought for the greatest benefit, allowing the Iron Pen Country to cut 1.2 million li of land, which more than doubled the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty. ”

"His strength, is, the top five hundred on the narrow list?"

"Yes, the progress is very fast, and I will soon get rid of the bad reputation of 'crony'. ”

Click!

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and the portrait of the Buddha was almost the last stroke, but with a sharp press of Zhan Ziqian's brush, the scroll, the stone table, and even the ground below were rammed into a bottomless hole by ink droplets......

"It's a pity, what a beautiful painting. ”

Pei Ju seemed to be smiling.

Zhan Ziqian tore up the destroyed picture scroll, and stared at Pei Ju through gritted teeth, wanting to eat people.

After a while, he clenched his hands into fists and said in a voice that wanted to eat people even more: "Master Pei, you are not ashamed...... Bastard, the next official will take his leave!"

"Next time, let Xiao Zhao'er bring a pot of good wine to the old man. ”

"The palace wine is not enough for the officials, this time, the officials returned the painting!"

Hearing this, Pei Ju stared at the torn scroll, his face speechless......

...

Zhan Ziqian returned to the mansion, called the old housekeeper, and opened his mouth to ask, "Where is Zhao'er?"

"Back to the master, the third young master asked Venerable Leng to invite him, saying that he would have three all-you-can-drink drinks from morning to night, and then they would visit Baifang Garden at night. ”

"What kind of night tour to Baifang Garden? They don't turn around to Nuanxiang Pavilion!"

Zhan Ziqian's anger is not in one place, Baifangyuan is full of Qing people, the backstage is big, singing songs and chanting poems can be, touching the little hands is not done, it is a real elegant place, but the young and vigorous go, most of them, less than five watches turned to the warm fragrance pavilion.

The Warm Fragrance Pavilion is also an elegant place, but it is also a green building......

He tugged at his long hair and said, "Venerable Leng, that Xiao Leng, he is Meng Haoran's little disciple, and he is also qualified to invite Zhao'er to play, but I'm afraid that this kid is a drunkard and doesn't mean to drink." ”

"What do you mean by this, master?" the old butler hurriedly made amusement.

Zhan Zi snorted really: "Meng Haoran is an old oilman, he cares most about his eldest disciple and this little disciple, and he will definitely not let Xiao Leng challenge Jia Baoyu, then, if Xiao Leng wants the name of the Venerable, he will instigate Zhao'er to go, and then, to learn from Zhao'er, naturally, the name belongs to him......

The little hairy child's little calculation is not a big deal, but Zhao'er may not be able to beat Jia Baoyu!"

"How is this possible, sir!"

The old housekeeper was startled, and hurriedly said: "The third young master is ranked 486th on the narrow list, and besides, the young master's background is even deeper!"

"That's because he has a name in the Water Spirit Country, so he can enter the narrow list of the Eight Thousand Kingdoms!"

Zhan Ziqian tugged at his beard and muttered: "Don't play, don't let Zhao'er play the narrow list, the narrow list is just a thing of the Eight Thousand Kingdoms, what is he doing to make a fuss?

Don't let him play, many people will let him, that Jia Baoyu may not let him, the gentleman doesn't stand up a wall, the old man is such a good grandson!"

"The eldest lady and the second lady are here, Jia Baoyu dares not to let him?"

The old housekeeper was a little embarrassed, and it was not easy to let the third young master not play the narrow list.

The third young master didn't want to play this, but he ended up having fun, which is not easy to do......

"Drag him back, just say that the old man personally ordered it!"

"That's not easy to do, let the third young master play the narrow list, it's also your order. ”

Hearing this, Zhan Ziqian's old face turned red and roared angrily: "Just say: If he doesn't listen to the old man, don't be surnamed Zhan!"

...

Baifangyuan is a gathering of groups of flowers and heroes.

Xue Ying'er floated back to her small pavilion, lifted the curtain, and looked down at a fragrant fragrance. This 800 miles of Baifang Garden includes spring, summer, autumn, and the four seasons of the east, with the Tang Dynasty, 8,000 countries, and 100,000 mountains of all kinds of flowers, no less than 600,000 species, countless Confucianism, Taoism, Buddha, and demons gather here, a small song, the price of 100 taels of gold essence!

Prosperity is incomparably prosperous;

extravagance, but also extreme luxury;

However, Xue Ying'er was a little tired of seeing it, dragging her cheeks and fiddling with the golden jade leaves on the window lattice......

"What, grandpa asked Gu to go back?"

Suddenly, someone took the case.

Xue Ying'er was a little interested, and lifted the corner of the curtain to look down. The one who can play near her small pavilion is at least a half-saint and a great Confucian son, and nothing else is qualified for this......

"Oh, it turned out to be Zhanzhao, the little third child in the Zhanda Painter's Mansion. ”

Xue Ying'er smiled and wanted to go and say hello.

The Oiran of the Tang Dynasty is different from that of the Eight Thousand Kingdoms, and her status is high, and she and Zhanzhao's eldest sister and second sister are all best friends, so because of this, they are willing to go out to see.

However, at this time, there were many people standing up at the nearby pavilion, and Xue Ying'er felt troubled, so she didn't bother to go......

Ranked 100th on the narrow list, Venerable Leng Xiao Leng!

Ranked 213th on the narrow list, Xue Huaman dances with a drunken beauty and sings a cloud!

Ranked 226th on the narrow list, the demon Daoist Ru Ru!

Ranked 234th on the narrow list, the dream chaser loves to fly!

......

They are all proud sons at the top of the narrow list, but they make Xue Ying'er feel unhappy.

Zhan Zhao is the third son of Zhan Ziqian's mansion, or the younger brother of her two best friends, so he is naturally qualified to be here, but other people, even Venerable Leng Xiao Leng, are not qualified to get close to her small pavilion of six hundred zhang.

"It must be Zhanzhao who wants to save face, just let him go. ”

Xue Ying'er shook her head and lowered the curtain, however, the following words made her listen attentively......

"I see, it's okay, we can go and challenge that nepotistic Venerable, Brother Zhanzhao is waiting here. ”

Ge Yun, who ranked 213th on the narrow list, smiled softly.

Star Picker?

He didn't take Baoyu seriously......

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