Above one person, under ten thousand.

East Palace, Prince. Such as a man's back, such as a fish in the throat.

It was the sea of swords and fire that everyone envied, it was a layer of golden needles and needles piled up by countless corpses, it was a shining treasure, and only when you sat on it did you know that it was the pain of piercing flesh and drilling bones.

Forbearance, Yan Wuheng has been familiar with it since the moment he sat up. He can let go, he can also think clearly, and he can endure the most, and since he can't get it, he can only do it.

Early in the morning, Suzaku Street. The shops on the street are still closed, and only the roadside breakfast stalls have been opened early. Yan Wuheng dragged Youzhuang to walk around, a few steps to a breakfast stall, but he didn't see this point and set up a shelf to do business.

"Eh, this prince just wants to find a place to drink with Brother Zhuang, but these lazy merchants are colored, and all the shops are closed!" Yan Wuheng's tone was exaggerated, and he looked distressed.

"The merchants are not sick, and most of the liquor stores are closed in the evening. The merchant didn't expect the madman to go drunk early in the morning. Youzhuang glanced at him and went back.

Yan Wuheng is a madman, and he can't be crazy himself.

Yesterday was as deep as the mud feet of the sea, and last night it seemed that the lamp oil in his house burned all night. I wanted to get up this morning and comfort a few more words, and go over to save face. Youzhuang was broken into the room by him early in the morning, and before dawn outside the house, Yan Wuheng, who was hazy and blue-gray in color, directly lifted his quilt and shouted to ask for wine.

Youzhuang just wanted to be shocked by the eardrum he shouted, but he just turned over and over and didn't want to pay attention to the noisy cockatoch, and was also pulled up from the bed alive.

"This prince hasn't had a good time to shop around Dachen yet, now is the time, Brother Zhuang, please drink." Yan Wuheng threw a flattering glance at him, his natural slender fox eyes were twelve points charming.

Youzhuang got dressed, sat in the middle of the room and closed his eyes to drink tea, ignoring his ridicule, but before the cup of tea was halfway moved, he forcibly pulled out the door and strolled to Suzaku Street.

"Come here." Youzhuang pulled Yan Wuheng and sat straight at the table of a breakfast stall on the side of the road.

The breakfast stall was still being prepared, and the proprietress who was busy in front of the soup pot turned around: "Now that the soup is boiled, the staple food is still on the drawer, I will serve two bowls of hot soup to let the two of you drive away the cold?" ”

Youzhuang nodded at the proprietress, and Yan Wuheng shouted to the proprietress who turned around to serve the soup: "Boss, do you have any wine?" ”

The proprietress smiled apologetically back, no.

The breakfast stall really doesn't sell alcohol.

Oxtail borscht, the proprietress should have her own secret recipe. The soup is bright and oily, with a rare layer floating at the mouth of the bowl, and the entrance is not greasy, but sour and mellow.

"The soup here is not bad, Brother Zhuang, it's the first time you've eaten it, right?" Yan Wuheng took the soup spoon and stuffed a big mouthful of meat and soup into his mouth.

“…… Don't call me Brother Zhuang. Listening to him one after another, Youzhuang lowered his head and picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

"What's that called? Can Brother Zhuang have a table word? Yan Wuheng made a little fun of what he meant: "There is a strong brother who looks thin and thin, but his name is very 'strong'." ”

Yan Wuheng put down the soup spoon in his hand, looked at Youzhuang with a smile, and saw his ears that were starting to redden.

"Call it whatever you want, don't call it 'Brother Zhuang'."

"Brother? Hahaha seems to be almost the same as Brother Zhuang. "Yan Wuheng said.

"It's good to be strong." Youzhuang was obviously tricked by him, and hurriedly replied.

"Strong? There is strong. Is it so intimate? It's as close as you Ji ......" He was silent after half a sentence, and Youzhuang noticed that he still didn't want to mention Ji Qiang's name.

"If there is any intimacy between the two men, it is called Youzhuang, and they are all let go." He didn't follow Yan Wuheng's words again, and reminded him of another sentence.

Eating a bowl of hot soup in the early spring breeze is really delicious in the world. The two of them finished eating a big bowl before they were satisfied.

After the end of the cold spring season in March, it is the beginning of April every year, which is the time for students from all over the world to take the spring exam in Beijing.

As a leading school in Beijing, Bailu Academy naturally takes the lead, and if it can stabilize its reputation as the first, Bailu Academy will have enough ability to be the first. Almost all the students in the college have registered for this spring exam, and over the years, it has been the same rule.

Youzhuang is also one of them.

"Boy, I just want to go to the spring exam when I came to the little fingernail cover, and I am not small." A student dressed in a long green horse coat of Shu Jinsu embroidered treasure slowly walked in front of Youzhuang, and his tone was contemptuous.

The two of them were in front of the academy, and most of the people who came to the academy were carried in sedan chairs or on horseback. Youzhuang came on foot, but was blocked by someone just when he arrived at the door.

Not only the son of the treasure green coat, but also a pile of gold and jade, led by the son of the treasure green coat, spontaneously stopped Youzhuang.

"That's it, listen to what Zhao Gongzi said, it's only been a few months, so self-defeating!" Those people deliberately amplified their voices, relying on Youzhuang's reluctance to speak, and gathered all the way.

At the gate, passers-by also probed.

Youzhuang walked away and entered the academy. After all, at the gate of Bailu Academy, a bunch of students, vulgar words, and all the names of Bailu Academy were lost.

He had just entered the house, and his foul language was even worse. said that he was a reader, and there were a lot of words to talk about the flow of the market.

If you put it outside the door, it is called immeasurable, and if you put it inside the door, it will become a stinky shame.

Everyone was in a hurry, and Youzhuang glanced at the past coldly, and his voice was much lower.

"Is it really a toad who wants to eat swan meat and wants to go to the spring exam? Hum! The voice stopped suddenly.

"Bang!" There was a crack in the door.

The sky outside the house was bright, and in the morning, it was the dazzling beam of light shining into the house from the door, and Yan Wuheng came in from the door with the light on his back.

He was already angry, angry.

He came in three steps and stood at Youzhuang's table, glaring at the crowd gathered in the room. Most of these little sons are the children of powerful people in the capital, either courtiers or giants in Beijing.

Most of them have never seen real swords and guns, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, at the root of the imperial city. The most bloodless place in the whole Dachen, brocade clothes and jade food and nourishment, can't even stand a little breath, born is "two ears do not listen to things outside the window, and only read sage books." "The one who had seen it look like that.

Yan Wuheng's temperament is naturally not just a word for wealth and wealth, but also decisive. He quietly glanced around the room, where there was no sound: "What are you talking about?" Who said that? ”

With a smile on the corner of his lips, his face was a charming fox, but his knuckles were grasping the edge of the table and the green tendons were protruding, the joints were white, and the opening was a guard of honor that was not angry and self-threatening, and everyone was faintly afraid.