In the peony garden, flowers are also in full bloom in the cold winter, and a subtle force entangles the garden connected by the starry lakes.

This power did not change the weather, but forcibly solidified the purple and red at the moment of bloom.

So, the flowers here never die.

It's like the plastic flowers Baoyu has seen, but they are more delicious and delicate......

The place where Baoyu sat was not warm.

Outside the pavilion, the wind was cold to the bone, and the ground on which he sat was as cold as iron.

Just a few steps away from him, the pavilion connecting the plank road was warm outside, but there was no half a figure inside......

Xiaoyao Pavilion, this is the pavilion they occupy.

However, not one person reveled in it—more than a hundred lifters sang generously or laughed drunken in the cold wind.

There are also those who play the piano and inscribe poems, and they are also wandering.

It seems that how calm Baoyu is, how crazy they must be......

But in the depths of their eyes, there was a very small wisp of ridicule, faintly revealing the gaze cast at the vicinity......

"Biography, Xiangyi Viscount Jia Baoyu, three o'clock tomorrow, the Golden Palace will face the saint~"

"Biography, Xiangyi Viscount Jia Baoyu, three o'clock tomorrow, the Golden Palace Face Saint~~"

"Biography, Viscount Xiangyi Jia Baoyu, three o'clock tomorrow, the Golden Palace Face Saint~~~"

Very melodious, ambitious, but with a bit of a strange and sharp voice, coming from nowhere.

Zhongdu City is located in the plain, there are no lofty mountains nearby, and there are no buildings that dare to be more than a hundred feet high, but this voice echoed three times.

It seems that in the face of the mountain shouting, the timbre should be grand and melodious......

Zhao Guining, Le Yangshen, Bai Liming...... More than 100 people were stunned for a moment, and in the midst of laughing wildly, they changed from drunkenness to Qingming.

They threw away the wine cups, put down the chopsticks, and pushed away the girl in their arms......

At the same time, they tidied up their robes, rolled up their sleeves again, folded their hands, bowed their heads, and said, "I'll wait, for the second master of Bao, and follow the holy parables." ”

That's right, they're speaking for Baoyu.

It's just because Baoyu at this time is like an old monk sitting quietly for thousands of years, without a word......

"Second master, shall I go back to the house?"

Zhao Guining came over to ask for instructions.

Baoyu didn't answer, desperately keeping her eyes still to hide her emotions.

Unfortunately, he couldn't seem to control the excitement and blood on his face, and the blood suddenly rushed to his brain, and his face was suddenly flushed.

"Go back...... Wait!"

Baoyu was slowly standing up, but suddenly stood up straight.

He looked around and found that the nearby pavilions were singing and dancing, and there were many surprised and unspeakable eyes quietly watching him.

He smiled lightly, pulled the corners of his mouth suddenly, and laughed wildly at the sky.

The laughter soared into the sky, as if it was about to blow up the biting winter wind!

It seems to despise the prosperity here, and want to let this carved beams and paintings and singing and dancing be shattered together......

The power of heaven is unpredictable, and the difficulty of the emperor's heart is ......

Baoyu originally thought that the court was treacherous, but with the insight he had in that era of information explosion, he would not fall into a place of no return.

However, in these four short days, he has seen a lot of completely different things.

This Confucian Great Zhou ...... In the end, it's not the history he's seen!

What's more, the books and movies he saw could express the treacherousness of the court!

He wants to climb up, he wants the dragon to ride the wind for thousands of miles, and in just three years, he wants to step on a height that others can't climb in a lifetime-

He has his own plan, which is to use the current day to ride the dragon and the wind, so that he can be qualified to intervene in the most terrifying moment three years later......

Once upon a time, Baoyu thought that even if he couldn't figure out the emperor's intentions, he could figure out a thing or two, but now he has seen -

This emperor of the Confucian Great Zhou Dynasty is not something he can understand in the five thousand years of Chinese spring and autumn that he has seen and read!

He wants to show his character, his qualities, and his abilities, so that he can use the power of Shui Yingguang.

But just a day ago, he saw the ability of the Jinshi, and he understood......

To make Shui Yingguang value, the above three are indispensable, but there is another kind that is enough to trample on the first three!

That's ...... Strength!

Baoyu's eyes flashed black and white, as if headlights were searching, reflecting uneasiness.

Then, his expression became brisk, and he only felt that his neck was stiff and straight—his head was really stable today!

"Bring pen and paper!"

Baoyu suddenly burst into a sonorous voice.

Hearing this, Le Yang Shen jumped up with a strange smile, and a long roll of paper shot out from his cuffs.

Zhao Guining caught the end of the big paper, and suddenly opened it, it was a banner paper that was more than ten meters long and one foot wide!

Framed banner with ten buttons, worth ...... Eighteen thousand taels of silver!

"What a big deal!"

"18,000 taels of silver and ten buckles of paper, looking at Jia Baoyu at this time, he actually wanted to write poems. How much will this writing be worth?"

"Peony Garden to leave a book, according to the rules, you have to stay in Peony Garden, this Jia Baoyu is really a big deal!"

There was astonishment and exclamation all around.

Among them, there are literati and the sonorous roar of the demon clan.

The sound waves are everywhere, causing a hundred flowers to tremble, and the incense branches are broken!

And farther away, on the high pavilion, someone suddenly broke the tea cup, and the handsome and smiling face turned into iron......

The sound is very crisp.

Baoyu couldn't help but look into the distance, and happened to meet a pair of cold eyes.

He smiled slightly, and there was a very striking sarcasm in his smile.

"Take my pen and study ink for me. ”

Baoyu said lightly.

Suddenly, Baili Ming entered the Xuejiao chariot, took Baoyu's floral soft topaz square inkstone, and bowed down to present the fire black and red hair.

This can be put into the cuffs of things, so that the two dare to lift people, the seven grades of officials to offer, posture, courage, can not be said to be not big......

Baoyu picked up the pen, and while walking, ten people stepped forward laughing.

These lifters used their bodies as a platform, knelt down on one knee under the banner paper, and held up the paper above their heads next to each other to facilitate Baoyu's writing.

"It's just a matter of lifting people to grind, this lifting people to kneel on the ground and hold the paper......"

"Jia Baoyu, is this to show his royal ability? He was so cold just now, and now he is arrogant a few times, what is it...... Why?"

A sound of confusion sounded nearby and in the distance, and Baoyu couldn't help but stop for a moment.

This scene of kneeling on the ground and holding the paper was not arranged by him......

But at this time, the ten people lowered their heads, with a light smile on the corner of their mouths, and said loudly: "I'll wait, please Bao Second Master Mobao!"

"I'll wait, please Bao Er Ye Mobao!"

"I'll wait, please Bao Er Ye Mobao!"

Three shouts made the surroundings fall silent.

Baoyu shook her head, not pretentious, and directly splashed ink:

"The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will rest, but I say that the weather is cool and autumn!"

Sorrowful throughout?

It turned out to be sad throughout!

The surroundings were even more dead and silent, and for a while, even the winter wind seemed to stop for a moment.

Suddenly, there was a lot of noise......

Someone asked loudly: "Dare to ask Second Master Bao, how can you be so bold just now, how can you talk about sorrow all the time?"

Some people also asked: "It's a cold winter now, and it's a cold autumn day, but why did you write it?"

To these questions, Baoyu did not answer anyone.

He crushed the vision of heaven and earth, and before the spiritual spring of talent was completely rising, he swallowed his share.

Then, he raised his hand suddenly......

Crash!

The paper bloomed with an original golden light, trembling and flying upward.

Zhao Guining, Le Yangshen and the ten lifters also suddenly used force, throwing this light and fluttering paper, like a heavy piece of iron, high and far away.

Boom!

It was like a loud thunderclap.

The whole paper actually crossed the small bridge, plank road, and mirror lake, spanning a distance of hundreds of meters, and the front was fiercely embedded in a pavilion.

The golden light bloomed on it, like a golden plaque, deeply imprinted into the wall of the pavilion......

"Su asked the wealthy businessman Shen Qianqian to be ambitious, Baoyu cherished each other, and gave a poem, which was counted as a gift for meeting. ”

Baoyu's attitude was very gentle, and her voice was very hearty.

After the words, he said a big word and led people to leave happily......

...

"Okay, yes, if it weren't for my Shen Qian's back...... Hehe, throw away a lot of burdens, I, Shen Qian, really want to make friends with him. ”

In the high pavilion, Shen Qian's face was pale, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He chuckled softly, and laughed merrily.

In the end, just like Baoyu just now, he laughed happily......

Someone next to him jokingly asked, "Why is Shen Ye laughing?"

"You're not qualified to ask. ”

Shen Qian laughed for a while, and looked back at the sparse men who came over.

He said softly: "Since Jia Baoyu arrived, Shen has sent out thousands of invitations, but only prepared a table of wine and food, do you know why?"

Thousands of invitations?

The faces of those people changed drastically, and their bodies began to tremble.

Shen Qian shook his head and ordered in a low voice: "Stop their offerings, and in addition, record the list of all the literati in the Peony Garden today."

This list is circulated to His Highness and all the provinces, and as long as it is on the list, its prayers and writings will not be accepted. ”

As soon as the words fell, the old butler walked out from behind the screen in the corner of the high pavilion, bowed down and said, "The old slave can save it." ”

And the plainclothes officials looked like dead people.

They murmured, "The future I'm waiting for, ruined?"

"The future is ruined, and the money offered has stopped, how can I practice......?

"No, Shen Qian, even if we don't have merit, we have hard work, at the very least, you can't stop us from waiting for the offering of silver!"

Someone became angry, burning with talent, and wanted to catch Shen Qian.

But at this moment, the inconspicuous old butler spread out his palm, which was full of old wrinkles.

The old butler looked at his hand as if he were looking at something very pity, and then slowly clenched his palm into a fist.

I just grabbed it slightly, and I didn't use any force.

But the official who lifted the man did it had shattered bones and twisted muscles, like a sac filled with blood.

Crackling!

The whole is shattered.

Blood splattered all over the pavilion, and broken bones were all over the floor......