Under the moonlight, the ring was full of lanterns, the candles of the lanterns were slightly flickering, and the ink paintings and scrolls hanging on the four sides were not very clear, and Lord Qingsheng happened to sit in front of a very magnificent spring scene, and there were several literati beside him, who looked like judges.

When Du Moyan approached, he instantly understood that it was because of his identity as Lord Qingsheng that he was able to sit here.

Several people around him are also acquaintances, all of whom are Confucian scholars who have been newly promoted to the court as officials in the past three years.

"They shouldn't have recognized you, but they did recognize me." Du Moyan stood on tiptoe and attached his ear canal.

The place where the two of them stood was a little crowded, Du Moyan stood on tiptoe and was hit by the person behind her, she was unsteady and stood firm with her hand in the crook of his arm, Luo Han's eyes flashed, and instantly took her towards the spacious height.

Du Moyan picked out a light skirt in order to get out of the palace today, he hugged her with a faint fragrance lingering around the tip of his nose, he pursed his lips and hooked the corners of his lips, suddenly raised his hand and pulled her veil, lowered his head and kissed the corners of her lips.

The corners of her lips were cold on her face, and Du Moyan was also stunned, her eyes were busy sweeping over everyone, but she saw that the people around her did not notice her and Luo Han, only Qing Sheng on the stage was shocked, but she only glanced at it and turned her head.

She was a little helpless, she pushed the person who was hugging her but to no avail, looking at Luo Han's eyes with a hint of warning, Luo Han frowned, and finally raised her head.

The pear blossoms on her forehead were blooming, and his thin lips swept over, causing Du Moyan to tremble slightly.

With a slight force, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, and buried his handsome face beside her warm shoulders and neck, Du Moyan felt that something was wrong with him, and his hand touched his back and patted it gently: "Luo Han? ”

"It's fine." His voice came, a little confused, Du Moyan frowned, she was really good at comforting people, and after thinking about it, she quietly let him hold it in her arms.

There was some hustle and bustle in the ring, and Du Moyan couldn't see anything famous in the scholarly competition, and her thoughts were understandable to Qing Sheng, who was now anxious.

His original body was a well-known genius from all over the world, and now he finally knows what the concept of being famous from all over the world is.

All their calligraphy and paintings, even if others have already given advice, must be sent to him Qingsheng for appreciation.

Luo Han hugged her for a long time before slowly letting go, and Du Moyan smiled softly at him: "Better?" ”

The moonlight flowed down, dripping on Du Moyan's eyebrows, bringing up a gentle color that he had never seen that belonged to Du Moyan, and he couldn't help nodding, affirming his gaffe in his heart.

A trace of joy welled up in his heart, and he covered his annoyance a little, he raised his hand and stroked her hair: "Are you going to participate in the Wenqing Election?" ”

Du Moyan nodded: "I want to see my husband's literary brilliance." ”

Luo Han nodded his forehead and looked embarrassed: "This matter is difficult to do." ”

Du Mo glanced at him and let him put on a veil for himself: "If there is anything difficult, Mrs. Ben will solve it for you." ”

Luo Han chuckled, nodded for her arrogant appearance, and said, "Then there is nothing difficult to do, I just want to borrow the name of my wife, I didn't expect you to be so generous." "Naturally, his name is not good, it is too loud.

Before the words fell, he swept to the ring with her, causing a group of weak scholars to scream again and again, only Qing Sheng's eyes lit up, and he said loudly: "What is this brother called?" ”

"Qi You, elegant You."

Du Moyan felt funny when he heard it, and sure enough, he was stunned when he saw Qing Sheng, so he turned his notes and told Luo Han the rules: "The first competition is Wentai, that is, the ink bucket." ”

It's the word.

Luo Han's words are atmospheric, but in Du Moyan's opinion, he is more murderous, and he must not scare those civil officials to death, but she didn't say much, and sat down with Luo Han on the side, grinding the ink naturally.

Although there are not many people with female dependents in the contestants, it is not strange, but standing in this ring is to participate in the Wenqing Society, and it is not allowed to step down again, so most of the people who came up with it are also recorded.

But Qing Sheng directly ignored himself, I am afraid that it is also because he knows his identity.

Luo Han had already written it, and she leaned over to look at it curiously, but she was a little surprised.

The words on the scroll have their own handwriting and delicate demeanor, which easily conceals the murderous intentions.

Du Moyan said in a low voice: "When will you imitate my words?" "Imitation of the word this kind of thing, the simple shape of the resemblance has never become the climate, people who are proficient in this way can always grasp the charm of the word to imitate.

Shen Yun is similar, which is the real imitation.

Luo Han didn't say anything, just smiled faintly.

Turn in the scroll and easily pass the first level, and the second is painting.

Luo Han has never seen Du Moyan paint, but he doesn't doubt that Luo Han doesn't understand.

Color, the surrounding quietness contrasts with the hustle and bustle outside, and there are naturally a lot of contestants, but the fact of painting is elegant, and there is no need to talk to each other.

The theme of this time made Du Moyan laugh, it turned out to be a beauty.

She glanced at Luo Han, and when she saw the smile in his eyes, she had a bad premonition, and she was shocked when she saw the finished product.

Several judges were also successfully frightened, because among the portraits of several beauties with different appearances, Luo Han's beauty was a son.

Others don't recognize it, but Du Moyan is very familiar, and the person on the painting is plain.

coughed a few times to hide his smile, but in the eyes of others, he was embarrassed, and the prince or the master was a broken sleeve...... It's really pitiful to think about it.

Everyone's eyes turned from shock to sympathy, Du Moyan knew that they had misunderstood, but he couldn't defend himself, glared at Luo Han, but Luo Han smiled softly, and said in his ear: "If I draw a beauty like you, wouldn't I want these thousands of men to appreciate it together?" ”

Du Moyan felt choked inexplicably, and replied with a sneer: "I'm not the only beauty you've seen, just paint casually." ”

Luo Han looked innocent: "There is indeed no one who deserves these two words better than Mrs., Su Yu Gongzi and Mrs. have the same father, so it is barely feasible." ”

Du Moyan forcibly held back a smile and ignored him.

Qing Sheng's eyes wandered around the painting, and nodded to a few people around him.

It doesn't matter if Luo Han has broken sleeves or not, he can't offend him.

So everyone's strange eyes turned to Qing Sheng, and Luo Han and Du Moyan walked to the next one lightly.

The next one was a little strange for Du Moyan, that is, composing poetry.

I think she was also a talented woman holding a collection of poems back then, and after learning more about the world, I found that most of these poems were disease-free and moaning. chanted or sour words, so he lightly threw away the poetry book and picked up the sword book. Love Book House

Since then, she has felt that the poet is the most boring person in the world.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at Luo Han: "Do you know how to compose poetry?" ”

Unexpectedly, Luo Han shook his head calmly: "I can't do anything sour, so I can only use something else." ”

Du Moyan gave him a look called suspicion, leaned down and studied the ink,

"The city is broken and the horses are stained with blood, and the battle is more than a few ki.

Hu Yao sewed the iron array, and there was no way out.

Pity the generals of this world, and the plain clothes will be red.

For the sake of righteousness and importance, it is not allowed to return in the future. ”

Luo Han's poem made Qing Sheng stunned.

The poetry can be regarded as a generous statement, but under the careful taste, there is a kind of blame of the old minister for the lack of affection of the royal family. He frowned, glanced at Luo Han, and couldn't help but think of the many legends circulating in the demon world, the most widespread one, or Emperor Xuan's affection, which was to kill Luo Han completely.

returned to his senses, but did not hand the poems in his hand to others, but said: "Since Brother Luo can't compose poems, it's okay." ”

A hint of clarity flashed in Du Moyan's eyes, those courtiers are not fuel-efficient lamps, if it is not good, it will be a literary prison, and it will be difficult to show their identities when the time comes.

Thinking about it in his heart, Luo Han beside him had already nodded his head, expressing his agreement with Qing Sheng's point of view.

He wasn't here to win the championship.

National Teacher's House.

Bibo sat on the upper seat of the study, looking pensive.

Yuan Sheng, who came in, had already walked closer, and what he saw was still that she couldn't get back to his senses, he took off the silver mask on his face, and wondered: "What are you talking about in the sacrificial mansion today?" When I came back, I couldn't keep my soul. ”

Bibo finally came back to his senses, but still didn't answer his question, and looked at him for a while before saying, "Today...... Why didn't he come? ”

Yuan Sheng's eyes flashed in the depths of his eyes, and after a penny of pressure in the room, Bibo hurriedly stood up and saluted: "I've seen the master." ”

'Yuan Sheng' didn't care about her salute, walked to the top and sat down, his fingertips brushing the silver mask on the table, and didn't speak.

Bibo's heart trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to speak.

"If you really care so much about Yuan Sheng's life and death, you shouldn't engage in these small actions." Finally, he laughed, and a ruthlessness seeped out, and Bi Bo breathed a sigh: "Subordinate...... · Do not understand. ”

Xi Yu withdrew his fingers, and in his mind was Du Moyan he saw yesterday, although his eyes were clear, he ...... In the end, there was still a point or two of emotion.

The doll......

"If you can handle this well, the deity doesn't blame you." He said suddenly, but Bibo was even more nervous, his success was fundamentally different from his goal.

That will only get harder.

Sure enough, Xi Yu smiled softly, like a demon's whisper: "Originally, the deity asked you to participate in this trial to win the championship, that is, you came to the forbidden land secret technique, since Du Moyan and they also want to find it, you can help here." It's better for someone to sacrifice, do you understand the meaning of the deity? ”

Only after being frustrated here and having hope, can Du Moyan's original little reason return?

When the time comes, the secret technique in the forbidden land, maybe Du Moyan will help him open it.

Luo Han didn't listen to the results of Wen Qinghui, and took Du Moyan to a restaurant.

Du Moyan was stunned by this clear beauty when he entered the door, and looked at Luo Han with a smile: "The husband who comes to this kind of place should kneel on the washboard when he goes home." ”

Luo Han naturally understood what she meant, and said with his forehead: "If you make friends carelessly, don't blame Mrs." ”

Du Mo smiled brightly, raised his hand and gently slapped him on the shoulder: "Forgive you." ”

"Luo Han, when did you become a parent? It's so hard to hide it from me. ”

The voice of the person who came was hearty, and Du Moyan couldn't help but be surprised by the light temperament around the man.

This bearing easily overshadowed the enchanting feeling brought by the red clothes on his body, and the tears on his handsome face were slightly picked, but they were covered by the atmosphere emanating from his all-encompassing eyes.

This person must be neutralized and viewed, any place is imperfect when taken out alone, but if you look at it with style, there are only four words: not like mortals.

Du Moyan suddenly became a little interested, and the look in his eyes did not shy away from it.

Xu Yishen was also looking at the person opposite.

This is undoubtedly a woman of good looks and figures, even the flowers that bloom on her forehead under the veil can give people a sense of beauty, and she looks at him with eyes that are not prejudiced or amazed, but there is a trace of interest in peace that is not too appropriate.

This is a smart, beautiful and generous woman.

With a conclusion in his heart, he bowed his hand: "Xiaosheng Xu Yishen, I have seen Mrs. Luo." ”

Du Moyan smiled faintly and returned the salute according to custom: "Mr. Xu is polite, little girl Meng." ”

Montess?

He recalled for a while and was not sure that it was more likely to be the big family, so he nodded to the two: "Upstairs, please." ”

Luo Han nodded and took Du Moyan to the upper room.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing, but it is a resting tea that calms the nerves and helps sleep, because it is already night, and other teas do not help sleep.

"Luo Han has a good life, and Mrs. is a rare beauty." Xu Yishen sent a gentleman's praise, and Du Moyan thanked him with his head bowed: "Mr. is too famous." ”

Luo Han took a sip of tea, looked at his leisurely appearance and raised his eyebrows: "I've kept you waiting for a long time, but it seems that you are not bored waiting." ”