The ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens ended successfully, and Bi Chenggong was ruthlessly dismissed from the post of Taifu by Murong Yan because of the performance of the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens, and became retained without a position. For Bi Chenggong, the seat in the DPRK and the Central Committee that he has worked hard for so long is gone. How many days of calculation, how much scheming and manpower were spent, but in the end, it was not as good as the two little wild chestnuts in Yan Yue's hands.

When he descended the mountain, Bi Chenggong became even more silent, and even ate very little. It's just a day and a night, and Bi Chenggong's whole person has lost weight. The group of people all know that Bi Chenggong is disappointed because he was removed from his official position, some regret Bi Chenggong, and some steal joy for it, of course, only Wang Baokun can share joys and sorrows with Bi Chenggong.

Yan Yue was not very satisfied with this result, and driving Bi Chenggong away from Murong Yan's side was Yan Yue's biggest goal. It's just that Yan Yue didn't expect Murong Yan to like Bi Chenggong's teaching so much, so she relieved Bi Chenggong of her official position but continued to keep him by her side to teach. Obviously, Bi Chenggong does have some talent in this regard, which also makes Yan Yue know that it is impossible to think about kicking away this thorn in the eye.

Of course, after the Heaven Sacrifice incident, Bi Chenggong did not show any dissatisfaction with Yan Yue. But with a woman's intuition, Yan Yue could still feel the strong hatred buried in her heart. Yan Yue believes that the success will never stop there, and now Yan Yue begins to feel that there are fewer helpers around her, if the thunderstorm and frost are here, how can Yan Yue worry about this heart!

Yan Yue is not afraid, the so-called life must be happy, so Yan Yue was in a happy mood this day, and she almost sang loudly. In the evening, the group stopped in a small village, which was far from the market and had to stay in a farmhouse. Wang Baokun found a home that could be regarded as a wealthy gentleman in the countryside, and spent a large sum of silver, and everyone rested peacefully.

And because of yesterday's fasting in the mountains, and there are no better hotels all the way during the day, Wang Baokun asked the kitchen to be very richly prepared for this dinner, including chickens and fish, ducks and meat, crabs and shrimps, and wild rabbit meat, etc., and everyone only ate until they were on their stomachs.

Yan Yue looked at Murong Yan while eating, and when everyone was gobbling it up, he ate so lightly, everything was tasted lightly, and even the soup was only a few spoonfuls. Yan Yue had to marvel again, the nobility and elegance that a person has cultivated by birth will not be easily changed under any circumstances.

Yan Yue's brain began to spin rapidly, and on the way into the village, Yan Yue observed the situation in this village, there are rice fields, fruit forests, vegetable gardens around the village, and a clear river, if you go around the village after eating, wouldn't it be very good! So after eating, Yan Yue lay in front of Murong Yan like a begging puppy, carefully discussing the matter of going out for a walk.

"No, I want to read books and think about something." Murong Yan frowned and refused, now Murong Yan is wondering how this woman can have so much energy, how good it is to sit quietly in the room and read a book.

Yan Yue didn't understand Murong Yan, she still had to listen to classes during the day, and she still wanted to read at night. is already the emperor, and he can't rush to take the exam and take the top exam again. Yan Yue even wondered if this Murong Yan would be a research-oriented talent who specialized in high-tech operations if he traveled to the twenty-first century, and it was estimated that this Murong Yan would definitely be interested.

"Let the king's guards accompany me, okay?" Yan Yue pleaded again, but this time she received Murong Yan's reprimanding gaze. Yan Yue couldn't help blushing, she had been involved with the Wang guards yesterday, and it was estimated that if she went to him now, the Wang guards themselves would not be willing. But Yan Yue used her brains, but she couldn't think of anyone among the guards who could go out with her. He could only beg Murong Yan again: "Please, go out for a walk with me." ”

Murong Yan couldn't stand the book that Yan Yue had stirred up, his eyes glared at Yan Yue for a long time, but he didn't want to go out with Yan Yue like this, his eyes swept over the desk on the side, and a smile appeared on his face. When he looked at Yan Yue again, Murong Yan had already said gently: "Yue'er, if you can promise me one thing, I will go out with you." ”

Yan Yue was happy, but the smile on her face had not fully bloomed and froze on her face, because Murong Yan said, "You draw a picture for me." ”

I have to say that the person who knows Yan Yue is none other than Murong Yan. Yan Yue is in the qinqi, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs, poetry Yan Yue can copy the ancients, and the songs can be reluctantly done, there is no qinqi here, now there is only this calligraphy and painting left, Murong Yan chose this painting. Murong Yan's meaning is very simple, he doesn't want to move around at this time, but Yan Yue just reluctantly does it, then Murong Yan also rebelled against Yan Yue's army, so that Yan Yue can also experience the troubles imposed on others.

Yan Yue stared at the little face of pen and ink on the table and was stunned, and had to admit that Yan Yue had not had that art cell since she was a child. I remember that when I was a child, my favorite paintings were the sun, the stream, the ducks, and the flowers...... If it is a little difficult, Yan Yue will be afraid of it. Once in middle school art class, the teacher taught to draw human faces, Yan Yue painted and wiped the paintings, and after a whole class, the drawing paper turned black, and she couldn't see any appearance of the human face. When it was handed over to the teacher, the teacher was stunned, and the teacher's evaluation of Yan Yue's painting teacher was: "Yan Yue drew a Congolese man." This sentence became a joke remembered by the whole class, and every time I drew a character in the future, some students would laugh and say, "Yan Yue, draw a Congolese man." ”

Murong Yan was proud, and then said, "Yue'er, if you don't want to draw, then stay and read." ”

Murong Yan believed that Yan Yue would definitely not choose to paint, but this time Murong Yan was wrong, the idea of going out to the countryside and taking a walk had the upper hand in Yan Yue's brain. I'll draw it now! ”

After studying the ink, put the ink block on the inkstone, and laid the paper, Yan Yue picked up the brush again, and this posture was quite confident. Murong Yan looked at it and felt so strange that he couldn't hold back the curiosity in his chest, so he didn't go to Yan Yue to observe. Just that Yan Yue waved easily, painted seriously, and after a moment of effort, she actually dropped the pen and began to blow the undried ink with her mouth.

"Here you go, this is my handwriting painting for you, the only one in the world, please treasure it!" Yan Yue's bold words were no longer important in Murong Yan's ears at this time, what mattered was what the painting in his hand was drawn, and Murong Yan was so anxious that he took the initiative to take the painting.

At just one glance, the expression on Murong Yan's face had become distorted, and even the corners of his eyes couldn't help but tremble a few times. This painting really can't be described as clumsy, and it should be an exaggeration to describe it with words such as quite bad and unsightly. Murong Yan pondered, even if he was the most stubborn child in the village, he had never learned to draw, and his level of painting should be more than that.

The picture is very rich, with the sun, mountains, rivers, sailboats, and a meadow with big flowers. The point is that the author's expression is too naïve, the sun is a circle with a few lines representing light, the mountains are several semicircles connected together, the river is a number of curved lines, the grass is a short straight line, and the flower is a few petals...... Murong Yan doesn't know whether to be angry or happy now, just like this, and he is ashamed to ask others to collect it, this little woman's face is really not ordinary.

Yan Yue didn't care what kind of mood Murong Yan was in at this time, Murong Yan asked himself to paint, did it himself, and completed the task. Now should be the time for Murong Yan to fulfill his promise, so Yan Yue stepped forward and took his painting and threw it aside, then took Murong Yan's hand and said, "Let's go, let's go out!" ”

Murong Yan had another headache, and finally followed Yan Yue step by step out of the room, walked into the village, and walked to the field.

The moonlight in the countryside seemed to be brighter than anywhere else, and the cool wind blew on the face, like a mother's hand gently caressing, with an incomparably pleasant feeling. The smell of the earth caught in the nose, and the frog sounds were sometimes continuous, sometimes quiet. Beside him is the golden rice field, a gust of evening wind blows, and the rice grass is lying together, making people feel like they are in a golden sea cucumber ocean. Not far away, there were three or five buffaloes leisurely gnawing on the grass, and from time to time they raised their heads and barked a few times, which reminded Yan Yue of the old saying "the road is not left behind".

Such a countryside is quiet, comfortable, indifferent, and indisputable. Yan Yue couldn't help but think of that song, and couldn't help humming: "Walking on the country road, the old cow returning at dusk is my companion, the blue sky with the sunset in the chest, the colorful clouds are the clothes of the sunset, the hoe is on the shoulder, the shepherd boy's song is rippling, oh they sing, and a piccolo is faintly blowing, the smile is written on the face, humming a country song, let the thoughts fly in the evening breeze, how much loneliness and melancholy, are scattered with the evening breeze, forgotten on the country road......"

Murong Yan's smile hung on his face again, and the ease and comfort coming from Yan Yue's body deeply infected Murong Yan. It turns out that sometimes it is so simple to put aside your worries and feel happy, just leave the things at hand and go out for a walk.

When she arrived at the fruit grove with dense branches and leaves, Yan Yue sat directly underground. After thinking about it, he said loudly: "Murong Yan, I want to see you dance the sword!" ”

Murong Yan was stunned, he didn't understand how Yan Yue's thinking jumped so fast, but Yan Yue then said loudly: "Murong Yan, give me a sword dance." I want to see it. ”

Murong Yan inexplicably softened his heart and agreed. Murong Yan had a piece of software tied to his waist, and he quickly pulled out his sword and began to move under the moonlight. Yan Yue saw the white figure, dancing among the green trees, and with the sword light, she moved and turned around, stretching and whirling. Like a lone crane flying gracefully over the clear pool, like a white horse gracefully skimming over the cliff gap......

At this time, Bi Chenggong and Wang Baokun were also walking on this country road. For everyone, Bi Chenggong is Wang Baokun's mentor, and at this time, the mentor is frustrated, and it is natural for the apprentice to come to comfort him. It's just that the topic of the two is by no means as simple as comforting and being comforted, and Bi Chenggong is not as frustrated as he shows on the surface.

"Master, do you really want to do this this time?" There was a hint of uncertainty on Wang Baokun's face.

"You can only succeed, you can't fail, poison first to ensure that you don't leave a living mouth afterwards......" Bi Chenggong's face did not have any expression, but his voice became smaller and smaller, more and more gloomy. Even Wang Baokun couldn't help but shudder.