Sencha tries new leaves, twists flowers and picks morning pearls.

Sweep away the dust of dreams, roll the blinds and listen to the sound of chess.

Yang Zigui sat in front of the flower window, reading poems in his mouth, holding a pen in his hand, lazily looking at the weeding in the garden outside the window.

"It's only been a few days since it got warm! So many weeds grew, and the chief asked where it was dead, and he didn't know how to weed. ”

Xiaowu squatted in the garden, plucking weeds and complaining.

Yang Zigui sat up and slowly spit out the words: "If there is no life, there will be no death, and if there is no beginning, there will be no end." The truth is so shallow, and it takes a lifetime to do it! ”

"What are you talking about? I don't understand, what's the use of you reading poetry to me at home. ”

Xiaowu stood up and patted the soil on his hands, walked out of the garden, and sat on the steps under the window to scrape the spring mud on the soles of his shoes.

"I want to go to Jixian Pavilion to write poems, can you send me there, or can you let me go?"

Yang Zigui lame and rolled his eyes.

"Ancestor, you can spare me, let's just do this, I don't want to be beaten anymore."

Xiaowu got up and walked towards the east wing.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to change my clothes, my shoes are dirty, don't you think about taking the opportunity to slip away, the city is in chaos, the master has people guarding the front and back doors and can't let you out."

"Yes, Lord Xiaowu."

There are water marks on the branches of the garden after the spring rain, and Yang Zigui never steps on the soil after the rain, not because she is the eldest lady of the Yang Mansion and does not need to wade into the soil, but because she feels that her heart will harden after stepping on the soil.

The willow tree in the corner of the garden has grown a little taller, although it is not yet an adult tree, but it is more than enough to be a stepping stone for Yang Zigui.

It is easy to go up the wall and difficult to go down the wall, Yang Zigui rode on the wall, and saw Xiaowu walking out of the wing. Then his heart was crossed, and he closed his eyes and jumped down.

In broad daylight, a person jumped off the wall of the courtyard of the uncle's mansion. There was no one who didn't laugh when they passed by, but they were not surprised, and the people in the entire capital were accustomed to the ridiculous things that Yang Zigui did.

Every time Yang Yan grabbed his daughter, he sighed: "If only this were a kid." ”

Yang Yan was reluctant to beat her daughter, and every time she could only use the people around Yang Zigui to blackmail her.

But Yang Zigui had a thorough understanding of his father's temperament, and he didn't eat this set at all.

What to do, do nothing.

Until a month ago, King Ming's only son, Bei Yinyou, took Yang Zi back to the blood sacrifice camp, Yang Yan couldn't find it, and learned his daughter's whereabouts from Wei Wuxi, who had just returned to Beijing, and beat Yang Zigui hard in anger.

Obviously, this board did not make Yang Zigui remember for a long time.

Yang Zigui got up from the ground and patted the soil on his body, except for his face being a little painful, he didn't know if he was frightened and numb, or if he wanted to run away too enthusiastically, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

As soon as I got out of the alley, I saw Dai Jinyu, the stupid son of the silk Dai family outside the Yingchun Gate.

Dai Jinyu opened the roof of his carriage, and the man stood in the carriage and poked his head out.

The two little guys were driving two fast horses in front of them, just to let him experience the thrill of galloping against the wind.

In Dai Jinyu's view, Yang Zigui is his closest person. Although he knew that Yang Zigui didn't think so, it didn't matter, he was very satisfied if he decided it.

He was waiting for Yang Zi to return, from morning to afternoon, but the Yang family's family just didn't spread the word, and kept driving him away.

He was awkward and didn't leave.

I didn't expect him to wait for it.

"It's really hard work!"

Dai Jinyu stood in the carriage excitedly, stretching out his hands and waving at Yang Zigui.

"What kind of demon is this!"

Yang Zigui rubbed his face and looked at the head growing from the roof of the carriage and his hands swaying from side to side with disgust.

"Forget it, it's better than walking over."

Yang Zigui walked forward with a muttering to herself, and suddenly her ankle was sore, "not good", Yang Zigui knew that she had broken her foot, but if she went home like this, she would turn it over in vain, she was unwilling.

So one foot high and one foot low, he swayed and approached Dai Jinyu's carriage.

Dai Jinyu saw Yang Zigui limping, so he hurriedly took his head into the carriage from the outside, who knew that in a hurry, his chin hit the edge of the hair that had not had time to polish and smooth, and directly scratched the phase.

Dai Jinyu couldn't care about his face, hurriedly got out of the carriage and rushed to Yang Zigui, stretched out his hand and retracted it.

"What's wrong with your feet?"

"It's okay, cramps, hold on."

Dai Jinyu stretched out his arm and let Yang Zigui's hand take it.

"Are you alright?" Yang Zigui asked as he looked at the blood stains from Dai Jinyu's chin to his face.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's nothing for a man."

Yang Zigui said "Ao" and got into the carriage.

"Do you know where to go?" Yang Zigui sat down and asked.

Dai Jinyu nodded again and again: "I know, I know, go to Jixian Fang." ”

Yang Zigui didn't speak, and Dai Jinyu knew that this meant that he was right. He felt that he had unconsciously become a roundworm in Yang Zigui's stomach, and he couldn't help but be happy, looking at Yang Zigui sideways to his ears and neck, and suddenly blushed.

"Are you really okay?"

Yang Zigui saw that Dai Jinyu's whole face was red, and blood seemed to burst out from the wound.

"As soon as you care about me, you forget any pain."

If these words were said by other sons and brothers in the capital, Yang Zigui would definitely be able to please him.

But Dai Jinyu is different from them, not only because he is stupid, but also because he can always say light things with extra sincerity.

"Okay, okay, when I didn't ask."

"How can you not ask it, I like you"

"Say it again!" Yang Zigui raised his hand, looked at each other angrily, and pointed at Dai Jinyu.

"I'm not done yet, I just want to say that I like it when you ask me."

"Don't say it! Don't say 'like' in front of me in the future! ”

"And what if I want to say I like it?"

"Find two words instead."

"What word can be replaced? You tell me, I can't think of it. ”

"I hate it, and when you want to say you like it in the future, you say you hate it. Do you understand? ”

"Got it, I hate it~"

Dai Jinyu happily repeated "hate", Yang Zigui listened to the goosebumps oozing all over her body, looking at Dai Jinyu's eunuch virtue, she began to regret what she had just said.

But fortunately, the Chengtian Gate has arrived.

Entering the Chengtian Gate, it is the most lively place in the capital, Jixian Fang.

Every spring, talented and strong men from all over the country will rush here one after another, just to take the lead and participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Yang Zigui was not interested in this, she was interested in the people inside. Namely, Nam Gong Min.

Nangong Min, known as the first beautiful man in Dazhi, is eight feet tall and has a unique appearance.

He has thick eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, a slightly square face, and a thin and straight mouth.

In detail, looks are not really the first. The key is in its bearing, with its own uninhibited manners, elegance and non-rigidity, and madness and modesty.

Xuefu three cars, Corporal Lixian. There is nothing to praise, and there is nothing to be respected.

And for Yang Zigui and the ladies in the capital, he has another thing that makes them particularly excited.

That is the dedication to defend the deceased wife.

Nangong Min stood on the Longmen Pavilion and beat the drum of victory.

Lu Yiming took the drum hammer, held it in front of the pavilion, and shouted to the onlookers: "Who will take the first hammer of this year's field test?" "The rules of the field test are arbitrary, everyone doesn't know how Nangong Min will come up with the question, no one dares to take the drum hammer around, they are afraid that they will be ugly if they are not brilliant, it is not a chicken and egg fight, a trip for nothing, and a bad reputation.

Yang Zigui was more anxious than anyone else, for fear that others would rob her of the jackpot.

"Chang'an Yang Zigui, pick up!"

Yang Zigui stood on the periphery of the crowd and shouted with all his breath.

Dai Jinyu raised his hands with his feet on his feet, for fear that Lu Yiming would not be able to see it.

Lu Yiming said "Okay", beat the drum under the pavilion, and asked Yang Zi to return to the pavilion.

"Sure enough, the women don't let the eyebrows be shaved! The men present don't look very good~" Lu Yiming smiled and raised a finger to shake it under the pavilion.

"I don't know if it's a woman or a flower veil, don't be in a hurry to put a high hat on someone's girl's head." Wei Wuregret raised his voice and stood in the crowd to watch the excitement.

The crowd laughed.

This Wei Wuregret is the grandson of the general Wei Cheng, who had seen Yang Zigui earlier, and because of his ignorance, Yang Zigui was beaten by his father for the first time in his life. Yang Zigui was deeply impressed by him.

Yang Zigui stood on the pavilion, and without waiting for Nangong Min to come up with the question, he lifted the pen on the table and waved the ink.

Nangong Min stood behind Yang Zigui and looked carefully at Yang Zigui's handwriting on the paper - this character can be said to have Zhong Wei's ingenuity and the emperor's magnanimity, but in other words, it is almost the same as that of a dog.

Nangong Min has always only picked up good things to say to people, and of course he will prepare words in advance for Yang Zigui, who is in contact with him for the first time.

After Yang Zigui finished writing, Lu Yiming picked it up and read it to everyone: "The robe is self-cut and embroidered into a mandarin duck, and the spear sweeps the eyebrows twice. Get on the horse rouge to let the blood, and get off the horse hairpin to exchange for wine money. ”

The crowd was silent.

Nangong Min smiled: "It seems that Dazhi is going to have a female general." ”

Lu Yiming walked to the pavilion and handed Yang Zigui's poem to the calligraphy boy under the pavilion.

The scholar took it, hung it on the head of the railing, and looked around, laughing again.

"But this can't be counted," Nangong Min took out the poem he had just written and handed it to Lu Yiming.

"Half-mountain skylight and half-mountain dusk, looking at a city across the river in spring. Thousands of sails have passed through the water, and the vertical shadow of the horizontal glow has been swallowed at night. ”

Lu Yiming finished reading and then asked everyone in the pavilion: "The topic is to start with half and a thousand sentences, and make seven words." ”

When everyone got the question, they all said "Ao", thinking that the topic was just like that, and they all regretted letting a hairy girl take the lead.

Wei Wuregret leaned on the pavilion pillar, and at this time he became serious, only to see Yang Zigui pick up the pen again.

"Sleeping in the middle of the mountain"

Lu Yiming couldn't wait to read it out to everyone, and laughed under the pavilion.

"A house drunk in the long autumn water"

Lu Yiming laughed when he thought about it.

"A thousand sails have passed a thousand sails, and the cook is not stewed for the moon."