Fanwai Yan Nangui (1)

Inscription: I only sigh at the former champion Lang! Before he married the girl he loved, ten thousand arrows pierced his heart.

In summer, the weather is getting hotter and hotter!

Zhao Qiaoji was full of joy and came to Moyu's study with a chilled lotus seed soup!

She knocked on the door, and only pushed it open after the person inside said 'enter'.

As soon as Mo Yu looked up, he saw Zhao Qiaoji coming in with something, and he was overjoyed. Hurriedly threw away the things in his hand and ushered them up.

"Little buckwheat, why are you? When did you come back? ”

Zhao Qiaoji pursed his lips and glared at him helplessly, "If I don't come, I don't know that you, a big fool, locked yourself in the house for so long and didn't come out!" What the hell are you up to? ”

Mo Yu smiled and said it was okay! I'm about to take the temple test, and I'm reading a book.

Zhao Qiaoji shook her head helplessly, and stuffed the lotus seed soup in her hand into his hand, she didn't care about these things.

Mo Yu was eating lotus seed soup on the side, while Zhao Qiaoji looked at the book on his desk! Picking up his post, Zhao Qiaoji had to admit that it was really well written. No wonder Daddy used to say that Moyu's words are full of his true biography! I used to feel that my father was biased, but now it seems that it is the same.

Seeing that Mo Yu was eating, Zhao Qiaoji picked up the pen and wrote on the white rice paper, Xu was too engrossed but didn't hear when Mo Yu came over. Mo Yu didn't bother her, watching her write extremely seriously!

Mo Yu looked at Zhao Qiaoji's words and was eight points similar to herself, and ordinary people couldn't tell the difference!

It's no wonder that it's not surprising that they are all inherited by one person!

Speaking of Moyu's master, Zhao Xun, who is also Zhao Qiaoji's father, was once the most famous calligrapher in Shengguo! Even His Majesty was his protΓ©gΓ©, but later he got tired of the open and secret battles in the officialdom, and later resigned and returned to the mountains and forests.

And the fate of Moyu and Zhao Qiaoji starts with Moyu's father Liu Ma! In the early years, Moyu and Zhao Qiaoji's father were officials in the same dynasty, and the two were also friends, unexpectedly! When Moyu was ten years old, he died in an accident while managing official duties! It was Moyu, who was taken in by Zhao Qiaoji's father, and raised the two children together.

And Zhao Qiaoji has no brothers and sisters since she was a child, her mother died when she was very young, and she grew up with Moyu since she was a child, and her feelings are needless to say! It's just that after Zhao's father died three years ago, Zhao Qiaoji became an orphan, but fortunately, both of them grew up, and the two gradually got better in mutual support!

After a while, Zhao Qiao dropped the last word and nodded with satisfaction. Then he felt that something was wrong, so he frowned.

Mo Yu coughed lightly, and Zhao Qiaoji turned his head to look at him. took her hand and added a stroke to one of the words on the paper, and then Zhao Qiaoji finally laughed!

"Brother Moyu, how do you know that the one here should be a little longer?" Zhao Qiaoji looked at Mo Yu and asked him with a smile.

Moyu pretended to be mysterious, and then told her, "You are usually serious and you don't listen, you see, your words are all integrated, all in one go, but I hesitated when this word was written, and you didn't mention it when it was time to press it, why do you see it?" ”

Zhao Qiaoji nodded suddenly realized. Picked up the paper on which he had written and showed it to Mo Yu, looking at Mo Yu with a happy face, his eyes smiling like stars.

Mo Yu took the paper and looked at the words on it, but Zhao Qiaoji read it out: "Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world!" Brother Moyu, how is it? ”

Mo Yu didn't speak. But Junxiu's face is full of tenderness, and looking at these ten words over and over again, you can see how focused the person who writes is!

Zhao Qiaoji snuggled up to Moyu's shoulder, in fact, she prefers 'one person for a lifetime' and I'm afraid that this is too straightforward, and Moyu should laugh at her again. But thinking about it, next time I have the opportunity to write again, Moyu will always understand her mind!

It's a hot summer, but the sun hides in the clouds. There seems to be a slight breeze passing by, with a hint of coolness, mixed with a faint floral fragrance. brushed the faces of the two and blew the ends of their hair. Just as the years are quiet, and time is still, is it not that things are wrong?

Later, Zhao Qiaoji learned that Moyu's palace was originally scheduled for March of the following year, but Emperor Jin suddenly ordered the palace test to be advanced to the end of October. It's no wonder that Moyu is in such a hurry.

However, Zhao Qiaoji is not very worried, with Moyu's talent, whether it is the previous township test or the general exam, Moyu has good results! Moreover, Mo Yu is now a tribute, and according to the regulations of Shengguo, the tributes are not on the list in the palace examination, but the emperor re-arranges the ranking. And there are only three people who participated in the palace exam this year, and when the time comes, it will only depend on Moyu's own performance!

It's just that Moyu has always been striving for perfection, and he is forcing himself!

Zhao Qiaoji thought that it was time to let Mo Yu go out for a walk, and if it continued like this, Zhao Qiaoji was worried that Mo Yu would become a nerd!

So one day, Zhao Qiaoji made an appointment with Mu Feng and Lan Ling'er, and dragged Moyu out of the house. The four of them went for a walk in the suburbs.

Mu Feng is the son of the general Mu Fang, and he has been friends with Moyu for many years, but Mu Feng was born to dislike those crepe poems, so he has been training with his father in the military camp. And Lan Ling'er is the daughter of the owner of the Lan family's silk village in Beijing, because Zhao Qiaoji often goes to her house to buy fabrics, and they become friends!

The four of them haven't gotten together for a long time, and this rare opportunity is full of smiles on their faces!

It's just that Mo Yu and Mu Feng talked about life as soon as they met, which is not a common thing in the military, or it is just that! Zhao Qiaoji and Lan Ling'er naturally couldn't interject, so they simply found a place to chat!

is different from Zhao Qiaoji's lively temperament, Lan Ling'er is the kind of gentle girl, in Mu Feng's words, she is gentle and demure, and she has a sharp mouth. At first, Zhao Qiaoji went back to debate with him, but he talked too much, so he went with him!

The scenery in the suburbs is infinitely good, although it is the height of summer at this time, but it is not hot to be in the mountains and forests for a few days, but it has a different taste.

Zhao Qiaoji looked at Lan Ling'er with a sigh, this girl is good at everything, but she has too few words! Seeing Lan Ling'er looking at Mo Yu and them again, Zhao Qiaoji followed her eyes, but saw her looking at Mu Feng who was gushing on the side!

Zhao Qiaoji thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed, touched her with his arm, and whispered to her mysteriously, "Ling'er, do you like Mu Feng?" ”

Lan Ling'er didn't expect her to say this, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and she stammered at this time, who was not good at words......

"I ...... Small buckwheat ...... What are you talking about! ”

Zhao Qiaoji looked at her face flushed, and her speech was extremely unnatural, and her heart suddenly understood. knew that she was thin-skinned, so he didn't continue to tease her. Instead, he glanced at Mu Feng and continued to say to her, "Mu Feng, he is indeed a good person." Good family background, righteous people! And young and promising! He is a person who deserves to be entrusted with life! ”

Lan Ling'er didn't feel like she looked at Mu Feng when she heard her talk about it, but she withdrew her gaze for a moment and regained her demure appearance, but her cheeks became more and more ruddy, betraying her, "You, why are you saying this to me?" It's not about me! ”

Zhao Qiaoji laughed a little when she looked at her, but she also knew that something was in a hurry! But after a few days, I can explore Mu Feng's intentions. Then she unconsciously looked at Mo Yu, unlike Mu Feng's rough man, Mo Yu was more like described in a poem, 'Mao Cai was selected at the time, and the son was born'

Therefore, Zhao Qiaoji often uses 'strangers are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world' to describe him. It's just that Moyu often says that he is too feminine. But the 'scoundrel' who always can't resist Zhao Qiaoji has to give up!

Thinking of this, Zhao Qiaoji laughed unconsciously. Her crush has always been so good in her heart!

Occasionally, the wind blows, and the ripples in the heart of the girl in her prime are fluttering in the mountains and forests at this moment with the most innocent and innocent heart......

Time flies, and it's October. Today is the day of the Moyu Palace's test!

Early in the morning, Zhao Qiaoji came to Moyu's home, she knew that today was the most important day for Moyu, and many years of hard work in the cold window were today.

At this time, Moyu did not have the panic and discomfort he should have at all, as if he was just visiting relatives and friends today.

Zhao Qiaoji was surprisingly quiet, she knew that Mo Yu knew in her heart, those words of comfort and wishing him success would have time in the future, but now Zhao Qiaoji just needs to believe in him!

She believes that her Moyu will definitely be a blockbuster!

"Brother Moyu, I'll wait for you to come back," she suddenly hugged him and whispered.

Moyu responded to her and tightened her arms, "Okay!" Wait until I get back! "I'll marry you when I get back!"

These words remained in Moyu's heart. On the day of his master's death, he secretly swore that when he became famous, he would marry her!

This belief has been in his heart for many years, and now it is about to be realized!

Little buckwheat, wait for me!