At noon, the red walls and yellow tiles of the Guozijian were particularly dazzling under the scorching sun, and the grass and leaves were scorched and listless, and they were desperately chirping in the branches, and the sound made people listen to it drowsy but irritable. The classroom was filled with stuffiness and laziness, and Mrs. Lu, who was over the age of old, squinted and leaned on the chair in front of the hall to nap, and after a while, there was a slight purring sound like a "cat".

It was originally a calligraphy Danqing class set up separately for Princess Hejia Long Yumo, because she did not come temporarily, only the princess was left to read Wen Youran alone, Wen Youran was handsome and never deliberately dressed up, as usual, he was dressed in a men's green coat, and he was full of energy. Wen Youran is the ninth concubine of Shangshu Mansion, because she is a concubine and her biological mother's humble status has not been able to face it, when she was ten years old, her mother ordered her to enter the palace to serve her aunt Qing Concubine who was suffering from chronic illness, she was fortunate to be loved by the queen, and then she entered the national prison with the princess as a companion.

Guozijian is the most influential academy at the foot of the Son of Heaven, a precedent for no daughters to study in the past dynasties, when the royal heirs are sparse only three princes and two princesses, the queen has an easy-going personality and attaches great importance to education, the emperor will change the law, allow women to study in the academy, and specially arrange the two princesses of Hejia and Jingyi here. This new law is an excellent thing, but because of the old-fashioned concept, almost no one except the two princesses sent their daughters to the national prison.

After a long time, Wen leisurely finished a flower and bird danqing, and after class, he saw that Mrs. Lu was snoring louder and louder, and it seemed that the more he slept, the more fragrant he became, he couldn't bear to disturb, he went out to hang out alone, his ears followed the noise, and he unconsciously walked into the vicinity of Mingcheng Palace.

In Taifu's absence, more than 20 students made a fuss, most of them were children of families and famous families. One of them is more conspicuous in the crowd, he is the second prince Long Yizheng, he was born good-looking, with a tall nose bridge, two thick eyebrows with soft ripples, the corners of his mouth seem to be smiling all the time, and his fair skin sets off his faint lips, he is nineteen years old, with a slender and uniform body and extraordinary instruments. Long Yizheng was dressed in dazzling white clothes today, clean and abnormal, with a dark yellow python belt around his waist, with a green jade of excellent quality, and his extravagance made him a little uninhibited in his sunny and heroic spirit.

Wen Youran had nothing to do, listening to the noise more and more upset, she stopped by the vermilion hollow wood carving door of the Mingcheng Palace, and with a whim, her white right hand clenched a fist and gently put it on her lips, took a deep breath, and learned the tone of the Taifu "cough cough ......" twice, the students immediately quieted down, and ran back to their seats one after another, Wen Youran smiled and turned to leave.

Long Yizheng didn't seem to be affected by his surroundings, he held the book in his hand, paced slowly, noticed that the warning tone was different from the past, looked outside the hall, and didn't see the Taifu come in for a long time, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, put down the book, and made a stretch movement and walked outside the hall.

The quiet atmosphere didn't last long, and it returned to the same noise as at the beginning, and everyone watched him go out, and they started to coax him out.

In order to establish diplomatic relations between the two countries, Nantang presented Tiansheng with two sweat-and-blood horses, one of which was sent to the country by the emperor. Feiyun saw that this sweaty BMW had a thin head and a high neck, slender limbs, thin skin and fine hair, and a light pace, so he took the initiative to send the horse to Guozijian, and he came all the way to ride the horse "by the way" and experienced some speed and endurance. When he arrived at the Guozijian, Feiyun reluctantly got off the horse, and the horse stopped after a few steps, dragging it alive and dead, Xu is water and soil discomfort, and after a while, the horse was actually on the side of the steps in front of the Mingcheng Palace, pulling a big bubble of horse manure.

Wen Youran was bored in every way, seeing Feiyun leading an extremely handsome horse, she immediately ran over with a smile, as soon as she stepped forward, she didn't care about greeting Feiyun, circled around the horse, looked carefully, reached out and touched the soft and shiny mane on the horse's back, then smiled at Feiyun and asked, "Good horse!" Is such a handsome horse yours? ”

Feiyun smiled at her and shook his head, he couldn't speak, so he gestured with one hand: This horse will be the son of the country in the future.

Feiyun is the queen's bodyguard, Wen Youran has known him since he entered the palace, and after a long time, he naturally understands his sign language, Wen Youran nodded back to him, secretly thinking in his heart, how to get the opportunity to try this top horse.

Long Yizheng also walked over looking for Wen Youran's back, and the group of students behind him frolicked and came up, and everyone stepped forward one after another and surrounded this rare sweaty horse.

One of the students squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, thinking of what he had heard a few days ago, and immediately said loudly: "This is the sweat and blood BMW, legend has it that this horse sweats like blood, and travels thousands of miles a day!" This person is Liu Xu, the fourth son of Zuo Xiang, he is not tall and slightly fat, with a good appearance and sharp edges and corners, which may be the reason for his prominent family background, and his tone is full of confidence.

"Traveling thousands of miles a day, it's amazing!"

"Let me try it."

"Let me go first, let me go first." The others shouted as well.

The horse was explosive and extremely fast, and Feiyun saw that there were too many of them, and that they were in a dispute with each other, so he was worried about their safety, so he grabbed the reins and refused to hand over the horse.

"Let go of the reins!" One of the students said, his hand reaching out, trying to snatch the reins from Feiyun's hand.

Feiyun glanced at him, unmoved, dodging the hand holding the reins to the side, still refusing to hand it over.

Feng Mulin walked to Long Yizheng's side lightly and whispered to him: "I have studied medicine with my father for more than ten years, and I assert that anyone who can't speak must be deaf, Feiyun can hear and speak, but if he can't speak, he must pretend to be dumb." ”

Feng Mulin is the second son of his aunt Princess Leping, excellent in character and learning, he grew up with him since he was a child, his words Long Yizheng naturally believed, Long Yizheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, raised his eyes and stared at Feiyun, for a moment, he suddenly tentatively twisted a stone and threw it at Feiyun's head with internal force.

Feiyun glanced at it, and instantly raised his hand to block the stone, and the stone bounced impartially to Feng Mulin's abdomen, he was beaten to the pain, and he couldn't help but arch his body to rest for a while, and reached out in pain to cover the painful place.

Long Yizheng knew that Feiyun's martial arts were strong, he was not his opponent, and he also knew that Feiyun didn't dare to hurt him, so he could only retaliate against Feng Mulin, his face sank, the corners of his mouth rose, and he unwillingly twisted up four more stones, and threw his internal strength towards Feiyun.

Feiyun didn't want to deal with him, knowing that His Royal Highness was angry, and he probably wouldn't stop if he didn't hit him, so he dodged a little intentionally or unintentionally, and let one hit him, he pretended to snort, and a big black blue immediately appeared on his forehead.

The other three stones fell on the others, and the people who were hit screamed in pain, and everyone began to disperse.

Wen Youran looked at all this in her eyes, her face changed, and she couldn't help but rush upwards angrily, and suddenly saw horse manure not far from Long Yizheng's feet, and impulsively picked up a fist-sized stone from the ground and threw it heavily on the horse manure.

"Poof--", and in an instant, the green horse manure splashed on Long Yizheng's dazzling white clothes......