Chapter 45 Osmanthus

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The sad classification recommendation list is still sixteen, and it is also dozens of votes! Several times he was ravaged and kicked down, begging for encouragement.

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Wei Qiao's eyes narrowed slightly, touched his chin, and stared at Qin Yun with flashing eyes, seeing his eyes dodging, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Is there a result?" ”

Qin Yun was stunned for a moment, his face was slightly stunned, but then he smiled bitterly in his heart, and glanced at the two people behind him, and said forcefully: "What is the result of what Xiaoyou said, the discussion of Buddha has not yet begun?" ”

Wei Qiao raised his eyebrows, 'hmm', and nodded suddenly. He glanced at Qin Yun carefully, turned his head to look at the high platform, and the melon seeds were sent to his mouth again, knocking up as if nothing had happened.

Qin Yun held his breath in his throat, and his whole old face was flushed. He was just looking for an excuse to change the topic, but he inexplicably shifted to the topic! Qin Yun looked at Wei Qiao's 'so it was' appearance, and wanted to hit the wall in a depressed heart.

What to mention about the Buddha!

Xiangling and Fu Yang looked at Gaotai with relish on the surface, but in fact, they were listening with their ears pricked up, although they couldn't hear clearly, they still heard the word 'On Buddha', their eyes lit up, and they looked at each other and smiled secretly.

There are still three people left on the high platform, Chu Han, Zhou Shaoyang, and Lian Yuan.

The complaints from the audience just now have disappeared at this moment, and everyone is shouting Chu Hanlian's name, neatly and uniformly, with ups and downs, and there is no trace of a voice related to 'Zhou Shaoyang' at all.

Chu Han's face was full of excitement, and the whole body that was clenched kept shaking heavily, cheering himself up. His eyes looked around the audience, and his expression was quite eager.

Although Zhou Shaoyang looked calm and smiled, his eyes were cold from time to time, and he vowed in his heart that he would take this champion back to Wuzhou!

The folding fan shook gently, looking calm and calm, his eyes always swept over the other two inadvertently, and his eyebrows were a little gloomy.

The rules of this Buddhist conference were changed abruptly, which aroused strong opposition from the scholars below, but there were two Hanlin standing above, so it was obvious that this was the nod of the cabinet and even the emperor. Even if they were bold, they did not dare to make trouble at this time.

Wu Fangyuan always sat on the chair, and the pen and ink on the table were complete, acting as a recording master. Zhao Yuankui sat on the chair with empty sleeves, looked at the three young talents standing side by side in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction. Although Feng Youli did not come, he added a point to his heart. Not tempted by fame and fortune, all of them are people with firm minds.

The sun moved slowly, and the figures on the ground gradually changed direction.

Qin Yun restrained the embarrassment on his face, turned his head to look at Wei Qiao, who still couldn't help but blush, and said in a low voice, "Master Wei, I think you also understand, this is a good opportunity for the flying yellow and Tengda chicken dog to ascend to heaven." ”

Wei Qiao knocked the melon seeds slowly, turned his head to look at him, and said in a strange voice: "Lord Qin, what are you doing as an official for......"

"Of course, it's for the ...... of heaven" Qin Yun almost blurted out 'For the sake of the common people in the world, the society of the country', but even if he smiled awkwardly, this reason can only deceive those ignorant and fanatical scholars, but it is useless to Wei Qiao.

Wei Qiao's eyes blinked, and he looked at him again.

Qin Yun frowned weakly, and his face showed a look of thought.

"For the right?"

"For the people?"

"For the sake of the community?"

"For the emperor?"

He could have said these things righteously, but in the face of Wei Qiao, I don't know why he always had a sense of emptiness, as if he had seen through everything.

Wei Qiao had a strange smile on his face, his voice was like a ghost, and he flickered: "What do you want, my lord, is what you really want in front of you......"

Qin Yun's expression was slightly stunned, his eyes were flickering, and he suddenly remembered that he had been preparing for more than ten years, just to return to the court one day.

'Is this really what I want?' ’

Qin Yun kept echoing this sentence in his mind, and shook his head lightly in a dazed trance, but then his face suddenly changed, his eyes widened, and a feeling of panic hit him from the bottom of his heart, making his back cold and his head sweating profusely.

He swallowed and foamed with difficulty, looking at Wei Qiao, who was still leisurely looking at the high platform, and his eyes showed a look of horror. He felt half-asleep just now, his eyelids trembled and he almost fell asleep, he was dazed, he vaguely understood that as long as others asked at this time, he would answer anything!

The corners of Wei Qiao's mouth curled slightly, this hypnotism was the first time he had used it in more than a month, although the effect was not very good, but it also made him quite excited.

Qin Yun's heart was pounding and pounding, if he still had a mental advantage over Wei Qiao before, this moment would have disappeared.

Qin Yun carefully recalled the old man's words just now, no matter how he listened to it, it didn't feel so simple, and there was a faint deep meaning in it. Thinking about it like this, his gaze at Wei Qiao changed again. Forgetting the fear just now, I had a heart to get closer, but I lost my excuse, and I couldn't help but feel extremely embarrassed to fidget there.

Wei Qiao ignored Qin Yun and looked at the high platform, his expression perk.

I saw that Chu Han and the three of them had already sat down, and the three of them were all complete with pen and ink on the table, and the four treasures of the study room were ready.

Clearly, the conference is about to begin in earnest.

I saw a middle-aged man on the high platform take out a lacquered envelope, open it in public, and pull out a blank piece of paper. He took a serious look, and then seemed to say something to the three of them, and the three of them immediately buried their heads and thought hard.

The crowd immediately waved, and all kinds of chattering began one after another, spreading like a tide in all directions.

Wei Qiao pricked up his ears and frowned from time to time.

Some say it's a pair, some say it's poetry, and some say it's about politics, and all kinds of strange things are complicated, and Wei Qiao can't tell the clue.

Fu Yang and Xiangling also listened with their ears pricked up, but unfortunately they didn't hear anything famous. Just as the three of them frowned, Qin Yun on the side smiled and said, "Master Wei, I know the topic of Master Zhao." ”

Wei Qiao was stunned for a moment, looked at the extra figure behind him, and nodded with a smile.

Qin Yun was not surprised, and said with a smile: "Bachelor Zhao's question is, an osmanthus poem!" ”

Wei Qiao hadn't moved yet, but Fu Yang and the little girl looked anxious. Xiangling took Wei Qiao's arm and said coquettishly: "Young master, you make one, you must be better than them." ”

Wei Qiao glared at her silently, and continued to turn his head to look at the high platform.

The little girl had a flat mouth, a little aggrieved and hung her little head, but her big eyes were spinning.

Not long after, on the high platform, Lian Yuankui's figure was the first to stand up, dry the ink, and hand it to Zhao Yuankui.

Fu Yang turned his head to look at Wei Qiao, his face was slightly red, and he hesitated and said, "Teacher, you just make one, I think the teacher must do better than them." ”

Wei Qiao looked at Fu Yang, glanced at Xiangling, who was ravaged by the melon seed shell in his little hand, and gave her a chestnut casually, and said: "At this time, you should look at the high platform with tears in your eyes, and then swallow melon seeds while crying, so as to arouse my sympathy and lose face for the young master." After speaking, Wei Qiao was a little helpless, and taught them what to do by himself.

When the little girl heard this, her face turned red, and she hugged her little head and said aggrievedly: "Young master..."

Wei Qiao glanced at Fu Yang and said with a smile, "There is." People are idle and osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty. The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings. He really only remembered this osmanthus poem, which was fresh and elegant, and there was a sense of leisure between the lines, which was extremely refreshing.