"How much affection is there? Pack up early, reweave new sorrows. ”

"Hate the world, will be less and more, eternal and eternal."

"Lord Zhang is really talented, if he was born in the capital or Jiangnan, I am afraid that he would have been famous in Daxia long ago."

"Huh, what is the reputation of Great Xia? If you want me to say, it's not impossible to move the four countries! "Someone is preaching.

"Well, you can't say that. Today's four countries, in addition to my Great Xia, although Meng Yuan is known as an empire, it is just a group of barbarians, what kind of poetry do you know? It's just a mustache and a few wolf howls. ”

"The Southern Zhou Dynasty is in a safe corner, although it also inherits the Hundred Sages of the Sons, but it only knows how to indulge in business, the whole country is controlled by a group of businessmen, and even the students are full of copper smell, where can such affectionate works be written?"

"It's the Eastern Wei Dynasty, which could have been able to compete with my Great Xia, but unfortunately it was mired in civil strife. Not only did the five princes go their own way, but even the people in the country have risen up one after another, bandits and bandits are rampant, and a good country has made the people miserable. ”

"The Eastern Wei Dynasty is busy with conquests all day long, where do you have the heart to hold a poetry meeting? The literati who were a little famous fled to our Great Xia and Southern Zhou one after another. ”

"Hey," someone sighed on the side, "If it weren't for the civil strife in the Eastern Wei Dynasty, how would Your Majesty dare to rest assured of the Northern Expedition." Even if the Eastern Wei Dynasty itself is now inextricably linked, His Majesty does not dare to relax Pengcheng's supervision and management responsibilities at all. ”

"Shhhh Brother Ji, be careful! Be careful! Someone immediately whispered a warning.

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In the wing room on the second floor, I heard the voices of everyone downstairs talking about each other, all with different expressions.

Princess Yongning Bo Yalun heard the crowd downstairs say that the people of the Mengyuan Empire were barbarians from Fanbang, and her pretty face turned cold. Before he could speak, he saw Daruhua, the leader of the guards standing on the side, clenching his bare hands into fists, his pinched knuckles creaking, his face was pale, and he wanted to go down and kill him.

She said coldly: "Don't be impatient, don't mess with yourself." ”

"Yes! Her Royal Highness the Princess. Daru Huachi let go of his palm and replied in a deep voice.

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Sikong Lun sneered, and said with a disdainful expression: "Even ignorant people like you dare to discuss state affairs." ”

Xu Bohan, Li Haobang and others sat aside, laughing and laughing, but they didn't dare to answer this.

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Zhong Qinghan's jade palm gently covered his mouth, coughed violently a few times, and after a while, when he regained his breath, he asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Senior Sister Ji is going to walk in the school palace this time, but will she go back to your Eastern Wei Dynasty?" ”

Ji Daoyun was silent for a moment, and replied lightly: "Naturally, I will go back, since I entered the Jixia School Palace when I was thirteen years old, I haven't been home for nine years." ”

Zhong Qinghan smiled and groaned: "Presumably, Senior Sister Ji didn't expect that the Eastern Wei Dynasty, which was originally able to compete with my Great Xia, would now be divided and divided, right?" ”

Ji Daoyun said indifferently: "The general trend of the world, if you join for a long time, you will divide for a long time, and you will be together for a long time." Qinghan, you have also studied in the school palace for three years, but you can't even see this clearly? ”

Zhong Qinghan smiled and said: "I am a descendant of the military family, and I am not interested in the general trend of the world, as long as there is a war to fight, it is enough." ”

Ji Daoyun was silent.

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Hua Niang stood on the stage, seeing that everyone present was talking, or praising Master Zhang's wonderful words; or lamented that Nuanxiang Pavilion had bad luck this year; Or talk about the situation in various countries today.

It's just that no one picked up a pen to write words, and I couldn't help but be anxious, "Ladies and gentlemen, don't you dislike the low pen fee from the slave family, why doesn't anyone help Xiaoxiao?" ”

It wasn't until I asked three times in a row that someone below responded: "I said Hua Mom, don't talk in vain." It's not that we don't want to help the little girl, or it's because the pen fee from your mother is low, but we don't have the confidence to write more brilliant Tanabata words than Master Zhang. ”

Hua Niang was stunned when she heard this, and sighed: "How is this good?" Originally, I said not to take out Master Zhang's words first, but the little dead girl didn't listen, and now it's okay, and there is no one to write the words. Could it be that this time the Warm Fragrance Pavilion is going to be subservient again? I am really unwilling, old lady. ”

At this moment, Su Ziheng stood up and said loudly to Hua Niang: "Mother Hua, Xiaosheng is willing to give it a try." Excuse me, where can I provide pen and ink? ”

Song Jianming was stunned, pulled down his sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Xian, are you sure?" ”

Su Ziheng shook his head and said, "No! But even if the poems written are not as good as Master Zhang, the younger brother doesn't seem to have much to lose, so why not give it a try? If the little girl takes a fancy to it, it will be a hundred taels of silver. ”

When Song Jianming heard this, he smiled and said, "Then the foolish brother is waiting for good news." ”

As soon as Hua Niang saw someone standing up, she hurriedly said: "This son, please come with the slave family, and the slave family will take you directly to the little boudoir." ”

"What? I can go to the little girl's boudoir to write lyrics, why didn't I agree to such a good thing just now, it's really a big loss. Suddenly, there was a sigh below.

At this time, some people also reacted, what if they can't make words, what if they can't get the one hundred taels of pen fees? This is a good opportunity to see the little girl alone, but she was missed by herself, it is really a pig's brain.

So someone shouted loudly: "Mother Hua, Xiaosheng suddenly has a big speech at this moment, and the tide of thought is surging, and he has also made a poem, dare to ask if you can go to the little boudoir to write it down?" ”

"Same question! Same question! ”

“……”

Hua Niang had already led Su Ziheng halfway up the stairs at this time, and when she saw the crowd below feeling high, she turned around and turned her head, and spit out two words: "No!" ”

After that, he ignored those ill-intentioned people, led Su Ziheng to Ji Xiaoxiao's door, and smiled apologetically, "This son will wait at the door for a while, and I'll go in to see if it's convenient for the little girl?" ”

Su Ziheng made a gesture to invite in, and said with a smile: "Mother Hua, please take care of yourself." ”

When Hua Niang entered the door, she saw that Ji Xiaoxiao had already dressed up, and told her what had just happened below.

In fact, Xiaoxiao saw what happened just now at the window, and hurriedly said to Hua Niang: "Mom, why don't you invite that son in quickly, I will personally polish the ink for that son." ”

As the saying goes, if there are no three-thirds, how dare you go to Liangshan. In such a situation, the people who can stand up and dare to write words to compete with Lord Zhang Ye are all people who have some real skills.

What Ji Xiaoxiao admires most is such a talented son-in-law.

After Su Ziheng entered the door, he saw Ji Xiaoxiao, a famous prostitute in Xining, at first sight. I saw that she was tall, with a good face, bright eyes and bright teeth, and she was charming and moving.

"This son, Xiaoxiao is polite." Ji Xiaoxiao bent down slightly and gave Su Ziheng a look.

Su Ziheng hurriedly replied: "Little girl doesn't have to be polite, dare to ask Xiaosheng if he can put pen to paper now?" ”

Ji Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "Childe, please." With that, Ji Xiaoxiao led Su Ziheng to the desk, spread out a piece of snow-white rice paper, and carefully studied the ink beside him.

Su Ziheng didn't expect that he would be able to enjoy Ji Xiaoxiao's hand-blended ink treatment, and if he had to say it, those boys outside would definitely regret it and lament that he didn't seize the opportunity.

Thinking of the interesting part, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly. When Ji Xiaoxiao stopped, he picked up a Zihao pen from the pen stand, gently twisted the pen edge, and dipped it in Ji Xiaoxiao's new research, which was still full of ink-scented ink.

The pen fell, and a beautiful thin gold font jumped on the paper, pleasing to the eye.

【Queqiao Fairy Fiber Cloud Trick】

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win and there are countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge.

If the two love for a long time, how can they be there, morning and twilight?