The dance hall is really a bit magnificent, the flags on both sides are unfurled, a scribe reads the article of the sacrificial hole, and some famous families are watching the ceremony, led by King Fu and Princess Ruibao in ceremonial clothes.

Today's Jin Linger is different from the past, dignified and serious, dressed gorgeously, she is like a handful of peonies blooming in the sun, beautiful and incomprehensible.

Before he had time to take a closer look, the dancers were about to enter, and the musicians next to him began to play grand ceremonial music, and the originally youthful festival suddenly became solemn.

And whether it is a dancer or a musician, in fact, they are all on this list, and the gentleman's six arts, five virtues and four cultivation are not a joke.

"Zhou Li Baoshi" recorded: "Raising the son of the country with Taoism is the six arts of teaching: one is five rites, two is six music, three is five shots, four is five masters, five is six books, and six is nine numbers." ”

The six music of these six arts include six sets of dance music of Yunmen, Daxian, Dashao, Daxia, Dahui and Dawu. The cultural dance and martial arts are all complete, and then the musical instrument skill of "taking the chime as an official and being able to play the piano" was derived.

So there are few reasons why there are few readers, these readers who are admitted to the lifting of people are actually generalists in this era, singing may not be good but must be able to dance a few paragraphs and play a few hands.

And today's sacrifice has already been informed, and even Song Beiyun has secretly practiced this dance, not to mention those scholars who have been pondering these things all day long.

The sacrifice is a big event, it is a big event, everyone dare not slack off, and the people present today are here from the prince to the assassin to the university official and even the Sheng Gong Wen, if something really goes wrong, I am afraid that the future of a lifetime will be ruined if there is a mistake.

But not to mention, this solemn music, this neat dance, and a group of young people's immature and heroic faces are really exciting.

"Sheng Gong Wen is here today, it is better to stay for a few more days." King Fu whispered to an old man beside him: "After the Confucian sacrifice, can Wen Shenggong come to the student's house to talk about it?" ”

This Wen Sheng Gong is very old, and he served as the teacher of many princes when the emperor was still the crown prince, so even His Royal Highness King Fu needs to call him sir.

"His Royal Highness King Fu is divided."

"I don't dare to make a mistake in front of Mr. Yu." King Fu smiled and whispered: "I still remember the taste of Mr. whip in the palm of my hand, even in the past forty years, it is still fresh in my memory, just like yesterday." ”

Wen Shenggong sighed lightly: "Yes, it has been forty years in a flash, and Emperor Taizu was still alive at that time, but now he is a matter of things. ”

Looking at the young children in front of him, Wen Shenggong's heart was full of emotion, and after finishing speaking, he waved his hand to change the topic, and he pointed to Song Beiyun who was dancing on that board: "That's the Xie Yuan of this subject, right?" ”

"Exactly." King Fu nodded and said, "Sir, do you have anything to say?" ”

"The posture is straight, the physique is strong, the face is delicate, the eyebrows and eyes are heroic, and the face is a pleasing face, but I don't know how King Fu plans to use him?"

At this point, except for a limited number of people, no one knows the news that King Fu is about to leave here, so according to normal thinking, this Song Beiyun is almost a person who is King Fu, although it will cause dissatisfaction with the family and Wenchen, but as long as he does not enter Beijing, it naturally doesn't matter, and it doesn't matter if he sells King Fu's face.

It's just that in Wen Zhenggong's opinion, Song Beiyun's face is very pleasing, and he is the kind of appearance that is very clear at first glance.

"This son is a person from my Luzhou, and he sent him to Beijing to let him take the top prize, if he really won the champion, it can be regarded as a boost for my Luzhou, it seems that there have been a few years, right? An stabbing history, Luzhou has not been a champion for several years? ”

An Thorn Shi on the side, that is, Beipo's father, glanced at King Fu awkwardly: "Lord Wang...... Thirty-six years. ”

Wen Shenggong and Fu Wang Qi looked at An Tingshi, and the eyes looked at him and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"This Luzhou's indoctrination ......" Wen Shenggong pondered for a moment: "King Fu still has to worry a little more." ”

King Fu immediately turned his head: "An Tingshi, you still have to worry a little more." ”

What else can be said? You can't let the leader carry this pot, right, so An Tingshi had no choice but to agree.

In the midst of the conversation of several people, the sacrifice had reached its climax, and the drum beat was like thunder, shaking people's eardrums.

Song Beiyun danced hard, but his mouth scolded quietly, although he couldn't see it outside, but he already felt that his whole body was already wet, although the weather at the end of September was already high and crisp in autumn, but the south was not as good as the north, at this time it was still the scorching heat that was life-threatening under the sun.

Naturally, the others were not much better than Song Beiyun, they were all sweating, but none of them could stop after the sacrifice was over, but the group of dignitaries and nobles were watching Song Beiyun and them flickering around like monkeys.

On the other side, the princess was trying her best to stay away from the Wang family worker beside her, her nose was extremely sensitive, and she could vaguely smell a faint smell of this guy, although it was not strong, but it was disgusting to let the sun steam.

But in the end, it is a famous family, even if Jin Ling'er is a princess, it is not good to have a seizure on the spot, so she can only hide to the side as much as possible.

"Your Royal Highness, what's wrong with you?" Beipo asked in a low voice, "What's uncomfortable?" Or is the day too poisonous? ”

As he spoke, Beipo stretched out his sleeves and blocked the top of Jin Ling'er's head: "It's better like this." ”

"Here, change positions." Jin Ling'er avoided the shade that came out of the north slope: "Don't you have to be so intimate that people can see it?" ”

When she spoke, her eyes unconsciously glanced at Song Beiyun who was dancing there, if she let this northern slope shade, she didn't know what the bad guy would say when she went back.

"Yes...... It's me Meng Lang. Beipo hurriedly withdrew his hand: "What does Her Royal Highness the princess command?" ”

"Shift gear."

Jin Ling'er squinted at the prince of the Wang family not far away, only to see that his eyes were deep-set, his gaze was scattered, and he was trembling unconsciously from his hands to his arms, coupled with the smell of stench on his body......

It's really enough, Jin Ling'er doesn't want to vomit in front of everyone.

"This is not good, Her Royal Highness the Princess......" Although Beipo was a little sad by Jin Ling'er's attitude, he still said gently: "How can this primary and secondary position be ......"

But before he could finish speaking, Jin Ling'er interrupted impatiently: "If you don't change me, I'll leave." ”

"Swap for change...... I'll just change it. ”

Soon, the two secretly switched places, and after leaving the stinking prince of the Wang family for a few feet, Jin Ling'er was finally able to take a big breath, and she took a few deep breaths as if she was like a stranded fish returning to the sea.

Beipo didn't seem to notice Jin Ling'er's abnormality, he sat in the place where Jin Ling'er had sat just now, feeling the faint body temperature on the stool, and the ...... in the air

"Vomit ......"

Taking a deep breath, Beipo couldn't hold back at that time, and after retching, he quickly covered his mouth, and glanced back at Jin Ling'er with a flushed face, and she seemed to have expected what this was going on, so she sat there for a long time with a smile on her face.

Beipo's retching sound seemed to attract the attention of the prince of the Wang family, and he slowly glanced back at Beipo, and Beipo found that he had only been seen for a few days, and his brother Wang had actually lost a lot of weight, so he ...... is like the people haunted by ghosts and ghosts in the stories of gods and ghosts on Song Beiyun's table.

"Brother Wang...... What's wrong with you? ”

Beipo asked in a low voice, and the prince of the Wang family shook his head lightly, saying that it was fine, but the trembling on his hands became more and more obvious, and the snot also flowed out of his nasal cavity.

"Brother Wang, why are you sweating all over your head?"

"I ...... I'm fine. ”

"Brother Wang, do you want me to call the doctor?"

"Enough!"

A violent cry stunned Beipo, and at the same time disturbed the sacrificial ceremony, when everyone looked at the prince of the Wang family, his expression became more and more nervous, and his face began to distort.

"It's noisy! You're arguing to death!! ”

Suddenly, he covered his ears and shouted loudly, Jin Ling'er saw his madness, and hurriedly ran to King Fu's side, and King Fu glanced at his teacher at this time, but he didn't know what was happening.

"The festival can't be stopped." Wen Shenggong Tie blushed, stood up and put his hands behind his back: "Don't let foreign objects disturb." ”

"Sir, this?" King Fu also hurriedly got up: "What's wrong with him?" ”

Wen Shenggong's face was worried, his mouth opened but he didn't speak, but walked quickly to his grandson, who was already prostrate on the table.

His Royal Highness King Fu followed, and the guards followed closely to that place.

"Let's take him to rest first." King Fu ordered someone to help the prince of the Wang family up: "Look at his face is not very good." ”

Wen Shenggong sighed and said, "These days, this kid ...... It's like falling into an evil spirit. ”

"Evil?"

"Yes, I was very well-behaved in the past, but since I went back from Luzhou last time, I seem to have changed people, and my temperament will change greatly at every turn. After taking the prescription prescribed by a small miracle doctor here, it can be relieved a little, but these days it has become worse, and the medicine has not worked, this time I brought him here, one is to ask for medicine, and the other is to see if this can be cured. ”

Hearing the three words of the little divine doctor, King Fu's face suddenly became gloomy, and he glanced back at Song Beiyun, but he didn't speak, just nodded and whispered to appease the old man who was already seventy or eighty.

The interrupted sacrifice continued, but because of this little episode, Jin Ling'er was forcibly sent back by King Fu, and after King Fu arranged for Wen Shenggong to go to rest with his grandson, he sat there with An Zhushi, but his expression became more and more solemn.

"Lord Wang, what's wrong?"

"Something's wrong." King Fu replied lightly: "An Thorn History, if it's convenient, you can also go back first." ”