Mo Qingyuan shrugged his shoulders, his expression a little depressed.

"Just because His Majesty makes the question every year, you and I also know that this sacred heart is unpredictable." Xue Yang looked at An Xian: "But ah, you must know that the children of the family study more of the Four Books and Five Classics, and the university is modest, and there are few military books, and there are not many people who are selected by the martial arts, if there are one or two outstanding ones, they will definitely be reused by Your Majesty." ”

The sons of the family, as Xue Yang said, most of them are scholars, and as long as they are slightly elected, they can occupy a place in the court. Who would learn the thankless book of war, it is dangerous to go to the battlefield, and how many of those noble sons and daughters are willing to take this risk?

"The Art of War?" An Xian looked at Mo Qingyuan, who was a little eager to try, and smiled.

If she doesn't read much of the Four Books and Five Classics, she has studied some of the Book of War, and this world is very strange, some things coincide with her original world, and some things don't. The people here have not heard of Sun Tzu's Art of War, do not know the 36 strategies, and the existing military books are compiled by the generals and marshals themselves on the basis of experience.

Among them, there are naturally many outstanding ones, but they are still slightly lacking in terms of famous articles that have been passed down for thousands of years.

Mo Qingyuan learned from Si Lu and learned more martial arts. An Xian came to explain to Mo Qingyuan because of this interest, but he didn't expect that he knew a little bit about the art of war and Taoism, and he was quite talented.

Later, An Xian himself was not Mo Qingyuan's opponent at all.

"Is this delicious food?" An Xian looked at Xue Yang and smiled more gently.

She saw that Xue Yang had a mouthful of rice in her mouth, and she didn't swallow or spit it out, and she looked vigilant.

"Don't be nervous," An Xian clipped a chicken leg to him: "Look, we are in Beijing, and we don't know anyone......

Xue Yang finally swallowed the meal: "Don't be joking, who doesn't know that Commander Mo is now with the city guard, he is a popular person of the Third Prince and His Royal Highness the Prince, and he still needs me there." ”

"But if it is recommended by His Highness, the chances of winning are not high."

"Huh? Why? ”

"Stupid!" Li Mingyue knocked Xue Yang's head: "Even I know this, if His Highness or His Highness's subordinates recommend it, Your Majesty will definitely think that they are cultivating their wings, but if you go, it will be different." ”

As we all know, Xue Yang's father is the secretary of the ministry, as one of the six departments of the second grade, but he does not stand on any prince.

Although the crown prince is registered according to the current situation, it is natural for the prince to register, and most people are from the prince's faction, but as an emperor, even if it is his own son, as long as he is not willing to give up the position of the ninety-five honor, anyone who is so large that it may endanger his position will be feared.

Being feared by an emperor is a terrible thing.

Therefore, it is very commendable to be a direct minister, as the son of a direct minister, Xue Yang naturally does not stand on any faction, and it is most suitable for him to recommend Mo Qingyuan.

"I can't see it, Mingyue also knows this." An Xian said with some emotion.

She originally thought that Li Mingyue was just a big woman, but she forgot that no matter how free and unrestrained a person is, as long as she is born in the emperor's family, she will eventually be entangled in those intricate relationships.

"Yes, there is intrigue and power struggle everywhere." Li Mingyue smiled, and then waved her hand indifferently: "But now those things have nothing to do with it, it's 108,000 kilometers away from that broken place, but it's free." ”

Xue Yang looked at her stunned, and suddenly felt a trace of distress in his heart.

She has no mother since she was a child, and she lives alone within the walls of the cannibalistic palace.

"What do you want me to do?" Perhaps Xue Yang's gaze was too hot, Li Mingyue tilted her head to look at him with a puzzled expression.

"I'll treat you well in the future."

The oath blurted out made the people present stunned, the atmosphere was embarrassing and weird, An Xian rubbed Mo Qingyuan's head: "Don't look at indecent things, don't listen to indecent people." ”

"yes!" Just when An Xian felt that he should find a way to ease the atmosphere, Li Mingyue poured herself a glass of wine and drank it, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "You really have to treat me well, otherwise I won't be able to spare you, I'm a princess!" ”

A dinner party, without extravagance, is that everyone simply eats together, like a reunion of friends who have known each other for a long time.

The day of the martial election was coming soon, An Xian stuffed a small bag and handed it to Mo Qingyuan, and blew up: "If you really don't know how to answer, you can open this bag." ”

"What is this?" Mo Qingyuan knocked on the bag with the bag.

"You can't open it now," An Xian said mysteriously, "You must wait until the last resort to open it." ”

In the past, didn't there often be masters in TV dramas who gave the protagonist a tip? An Xian originally wanted to tell Mo Qingyuan directly, but after thinking about it, he still didn't tell him too early, because he didn't need to say it all, he just needed to say a general meaning on the spot.

"Little Master Mo!" Xue Yang came into the mansion to urge, just after seeing all the tips that An Xian handed to Mo Qingyuan, he ran over and looked left and right very curiously: "Isn't it a clever plan?" ”

"You guessed it." An Xian helped Mo Qingyuan tie the bag around his waist and patted him on the shoulder. Mo Qingyuan was growing his body, and he had risen a head in a year, and he saw that An Xian was taller.

"Let's go, let's go, it's too late to go!" Xue Yang pulled Mo Qingyuan and ran out.

……

Wuju Wenju was in Qingshan Academy, and when he arrived at the gate of the academy and got off the horse, Mo Qingyuan heard someone calling him to stop when he heard him.

"It's really you!"

A little fat man in brocade clothes chased after him, he looked white and tender, and his face was like a rice ball. The whole body is dressed in gold and jade, shining, and those who don't know think that the gold ingots have become fine. The golden jade belt around Xu is waist was tied too tightly, so that he was out of breath before he ran two steps, and fine sweat broke out on his head.

Mo Qingyuan frowned, he had never had any friends, and he couldn't remember when he met such a number one person.

"Hey, wait for a break." Jin Yuan Bao held his knees with both hands, bent over and gasped for a while before straightening up, and patted Mo Qingyuan's shoulder with his hand: "You don't remember?" When I was a child, we studied together at my husband's private school. ”

Seeing that Mo Qingyuan frowned, Jin Yuanbao immediately retracted his little fat hand, and then remembered what kind of person Mo Qingyuan was before, for fear that he would unscrew his hand off.

"I'm the one sitting next to you! My name is Cheng Jinbao, remember? The gold ingot stared hard at his eyes that narrowed into a slit, and danced and made movements as he spoke: "You didn't take the book with you, and I borrowed it from you to read it once!" ”

Mo Qingyuan raised his eyebrows and nodded to indicate that he remembered.

In the past, he didn't have a good reputation in the private school, but this little fat man was still very good, maybe because he was afraid of Mo Qingyuan, he let Mo Qingyuan everywhere, and sometimes took the initiative to please him.

"What a coincidence, you also came to participate in the martial arts election, I said back then, you don't look like an ordinary person at first glance!" The eyebrows of the gold ingots move very vividly, and when he speaks, his whole body moves, and he is so flexible that he doesn't look like a fat man at all.

"Hmm." Mo Qingyuan is not good at making friends, so he can only nod in response.

"This benevolent brother is also here to ......" Jin Yuan Bao looked at Xue Yang, his eyes narrowed, and he knew that this person was not an ordinary son-in-law, just by the special silk made by the Manufacturing Bureau, he could see it.

Xue Yang was easy-going, and patted Jin Yuanbao's shoulder: "I'm just here to go through the motions, not as good as you." ”

"Hehe, where is it, under the gold ingot, haven't you asked your brother Taizun's surname yet?" The gold ingot took out two small gold medals from his arms, and one of them handed them one: "A little heart, please accept it with a smile." ”

"Xue Yang," Xue Yang took it and looked at it, the gold was soft, and some simple landscapes were carved on it, mostly the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, and he put it in his arms and said with a smile: "But I am seven or eight years older than you and Little Master Mo, and this brother is not a loss." ”

Mo Qingyuan didn't take it, and the gold ingots didn't care, put the things away and smiled: "Yes, you don't like this, I forgot." ”

He looks honest and round, but he didn't expect that when he talked to someone, he would be a completely different person. I heard that his father is in business, a big businessman on the rich side. Xu is inherited from his father, and the whole person of Jin Yuan is shrewd in the crowd to talk and communicate, a pair of small eyes are gurgling, and the abacus in his brain is naturally crackling.

"I heard that there are relatively few people in this martial arts election, so I came to try my luck, but I didn't expect to meet my fellow villagers." Jin Yuan Bao came to Mo Qingyuan's side and lowered his voice: "I have heard some news, it is true and reliable." ”

"What's the news?" Mo Qingyuan glanced at him with a tilt of his head, and as soon as he asked, Jin Yuan Bao jumped up and covered his mouth, he was a head shorter than Mo Qingyuan, and Mo Qingyuan dodged as soon as he raised his head.

The gold ingots shrank back, he had seen Mo Qingyuan fight, for fear that he would raise his hand and beat himself down.

Xue Yang is very interested in this gold ingot, there are many sons of the family who are good at socializing, but after all, they are all a little arrogant, it is really rare to be able to treat a person like him who is obviously worldly but not annoying.

Of course, he still wants to know what the so-called news is.

Grabbing the shoulder of the gold ingot, Xue Yang patted him with a smile: "I have recognized my brother, come and share it with my brother, maybe I have something you don't know?" ”

"It's not that I can't say it, or I have a small request."