Zhao Yuheng was here to show off his literary style that half a bucket of water was not enough, but he saw his master coming from a distance with a blue face, it turned out that this square carved master was the most poor man who was not good at being a poor person, and he was intoxicated with historical books and ancient texts, and the whole person was invented by the fake sages Completely brainwashed, incomprehensible, self-assured, never understood the dark officialdom controlled by cynicism, only kneeling and kowtowing, the fly camp dog Gou can be on the rise, he now followed his daughter into the palace, the garden was completed, and such a big banquet was put down, but I didn't see a few people look at him differently, almost all the people he wanted to curry favor with him only maintained a smiling face with him, and set up an invisible diaphragm between each other. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info spent money, paid attention to pomp, but the result was just a blind and lively, no substantive goals were achieved, naturally his face was blue, as if he had a severe toothache, and he didn't know that he had scolded those bastard dog officials thousands of times, but on the surface, he still looked respectful and humble, so that he naturally harbored a large dark black evil fire in his heart, and there was nowhere to vent, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that Zhao Yuheng was messing with a group of people who couldn't help him, looking at him blowing nonsense and saliva, not to mention the cultivation in the Chongwang Mansion, even the least Sven didn't know where to throw it, Immediately, a crimson anger rose again in his heart, and he only felt that his internal organs were burned dry, and he didn't care about the guests who were still a little bit around him who hadn't left, and rushed up with an arrow, and opened his mouth to scold:

"Evil obstacles! Today you are proud! If you don't study well all day! You know that you are in one place with these people who only know how to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble! There is no fame! Personnel are not clear! You can see that you can save two taels of ink in your belly! What face is blasphemous here! Shame on people! Still stunned! Hurry back to study!" He was scolding, thinking that he would finally let out the anger of half of the day today, and he couldn't help but hear his old mother scolding: "It's just you nerd!" Don't look at what kind of festive time it is today, you will know that Hu Fa is your nerdy temper!, and I don't look at the real prince who is sitting in it!" As he spoke, he said to the gentlemen who had long been silent: "Yuheng, my heart, since you are annoyed with your old man's nonsense, you will take all the brothers to visit the garden that we finally completed, right?" After the mother moved in, the sisters settled down, but I was afraid that the outsiders would not be able to see each other, and you also led the brothers to see if the garden made of millions of taels of gold was better than the ordinary garden?"

Today, because of the peculiar open garden, it is also the Mango Seed Festival, and the female dependents, especially the female maids, do not shy away from the guests, so a group of young men who have no face and no skin on weekdays come to the Hundred Gardens, but it is fine. Zhao Yuheng personally dragged Zhao Lingfeng's hand, greeted Zhao Deguang, and slightly signaled to other people such as Zhao Hongfu, the son of the beautiful prince, Zhao Lilu, the son of the virtuous prince, and other princes' sonsThe bewitching name of "Baimei Collection". Yinchen originally followed Zhao Lingfeng's side, but although he has become a little red recently, he doesn't have any foundation, and he is not a person from the Zhao family, and he is not a person in the eyes of the powerful sons and brothers who only have rank and title in these eyes, but they were squeezed out of the innermost circle by the sons and brothers of several princes, and they were reduced to the fields with the sons of several princes. Yinchen itself is indispensable, after all, in his eyes, these sons and brothers are all fat sheep, unconsciously circling around Zhao Lingfeng, a lion who is about to become an adult, when the real sheep sleeps on the lion's mouth, the day is precarious, I really don't know when Zhao Lingfeng is in a bad mood, and he will eat these guys alive. At the beginning, he still had such a posture of watching the play, but listening to those boys gritting their teeth and stomping their feet, searching their stomachs and scraping their stomachs to piece together some thick words and sentences, Yinchen actually remembered that more than 100,000 years ago, an ancient Gabrieuer was called "Qianlong" The emperor also seems to like to write poems everywhere like this, abrupt beauty, complacent, full of martial arts during his lifetime, a defeat after his death, he can't settle the heart of his blood brother Chen Jialuo internally, get the love of Princess Xiangxiang, and can't seize the opportunity of the industrial revolution externally, make the trend of the times, Gabrieuer should decline and wither, and be bullied, not from him to bury the root of the bane, so happy, plundering the people's power, abrupt beauty, ruining the remnants of China, what is the difference between the high-ranking man and these flies and dogs, the vulgar and gangsterous so-called imperial elite, the pillars of tomorrowThinking of this, I just feel that I am not interested, and listening to their every word is like sawing table legs, which is an annoying noise. He then saluted Zhao Lingfeng from afar, and didn't care that these boys were full of interest, comparing the mountains and rivers to the quiet landscape, the winding corridor to plump breasts and fat buttocks, and lotus arms and jade feet, and he didn't care about him at all, so he quietly left the team and strolled in this garden.

Although he came to this huge garden for the first time today, he was not a living person, and he had already touched the furnishings of the entire garden with the help of the eyes of the demon angels, so that the people in the leisure walk were actually the same as the owner of the garden. Silver Dust silently watched this super image project costing millions of gold, closed his mouth tightly, and made no sound, but when he arrived at every grand scene, he stood there in a daze and was stunned, and left for a long time. He was dressed in a pure silver robe today, covered with bright purple Zhaoran, with long pure silver hair braided into a fine braid, a very ordinary black cloth belt tied around his waist, and a small brown bronze crown on his head that lectured in the Hanlin Academy, not focused, not colliding, and indispensable, many maids, young ladies, and female guests from outside, saw him motionless, standing in the beautiful scenery for a long time, and he became a part of the beautiful scenery, as one body, almost as natural, and couldn't help but be shocked.

His long silver hair braided into many braids, together with the summer breeze, fluttered like a fairy world, bright purple wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, a pair of silver hands, fingertips golden light, bright purple cover cannon, although the light of the gods crowned is golden, but soft and dim, not at all robbed of the bright color of his silver hair, the thin golden light, but also set off the purple low-key luxury of the burqa, witnessing dignity in simplicity. Yinchen was originally a handsome young man, with silver sword eyebrows, silver-colored eyes with three circles of delicate magic patterns, genetically adjusted incomparably delicate facial features, plus often fighting and climbing mountains and slightly revealing a slightly majestic silhouette, all of which complemented his sacred and noble temperament, how many young maids walked by him, and looked at him affectionately for a long time, sighing that between heaven and earth, such a handsome and wonderful man could be born. And he didn't know it.

Let's say that he is standing next to a moon gate, quietly admiring the moon door, just the right amount of emerald velvet pine, the hot fiery red peony and the bottom purple unknown flowers, when the verdant underneath, the purple and red bloom all over, the pine is hard, the flower is tender, but the contrast is interesting, but the circle is a permanent light gray stone moon door, just the weakness of life, and the hardness of the dead thing lasting, symmetrical, really difficult for those skilled craftsmen, Mr. Feng Shui, how can they come up with such a scene. Yinchen stood on the side of the road in a daze, stunned, did not comment, did not speak, did not abruptly, did not be arrogant, only felt that the beauty of this world should be like this, no matter how many literati and ink writers, erect monuments and stickers, the beautiful scenery is always there, the artificially built scenery is good, the beautiful mountains and rivers spontaneously generated by nature, the tranquil lakes, the banks of the waves, all kinds of beauty and magic, but it will never be because of a few lines of poetry and a few masterpieces of any literati, it will change the temperament, become another scenery, something else, on the stele, engraved with the eternal swan song, for the world, it is the North Star in the literary world, the Big Dipper, I can't wait to kneel down and worship, but for the beauty itself, for nature itself, even if it is a swan song for the ages, the time of the ages is just a snap of a finger. One hundred years, but to thicken the rock layer by one centimeter, but it has been one or even several dynasties, how many literati from the croaking to the ground to the whole process of peace, 10,000 years, the rock layer is only one meter thicker, but it is already the entire human civilization, even most of the human evolution. Not to mention, the transformation of a planet from the Cryptozoic to the Phanerozoic, the vicissitudes of a star from a main-sequence star to a red giant, the difficult and long journey of a galaxy from nothing, from dead silence to the birth of civilization, and even the endless time of a universe from the eruption of the singularity to the retraction of the shock. People, even gods, for the world, but a drop in the ocean, a snap of a finger, even if the good sentence is immortal for a hundred years, even if the ink treasure is immortal for thousands of years, even if the stele is thick and solid, but the beautiful scenery depicted is based on 100,000 years for a generation, a million years for a lifetime, hundreds of millions of years for an era, a billion years for a universe, and 100 billion years for an ancient, so these words and sentences describing beautiful scenery are not the same as floating dust, ridiculous?

Yinchen felt a sense of disillusionment, only feeling a sense of great disillusionment flowing through his heart, but he didn't notice that two beautiful and graceful girls passed by.

Wang Yurou as the first person among the sisters of the Wang family, when the whole house is busy entertaining distinguished guests from all sides, she will not be idle, she has always been virtuous, her eyesight is very good, seeing everyone busy, she also took the initiative to greet those distinguished guests, she did not go to find those who wore eyebrows, lest others say that she was inappropriate, but to meet those noble ladies, not only the same age, no sense of abruptness, but also the girl's heart can always be close to the girl's heart, everyone has a common topic, one morning, she became a best friend with a beautiful girl, this noble lady is not someone else, is Zhao Lingyan, one of Zhao Lingfeng's little sisters, Zhao Guangyi is from a side room, although he has the title of county lord, he is also a playful and troublesome guy, plus Zhao Guangyi's family only needs to be polite and virtuous on the surface, and he doesn't like a well-behaved and weak daughter who is submissive and restrained, so this Zhao Lingyan is also a bold and open-minded person with a very strong and obvious personality. She and Wang Yurou are the kind of people who like to take the initiative and are not afraid to deal with people, plus they are fourteen years old, and they are born with a smart and lovely smile, especially tolerant and likable, not only Wang Yurou, but even Mrs. Wang Zhen Taijun likes it, and she is a little soft, which can be regarded as a relationship connection, at this time she and Wang Yurou have already exchanged champas, which is considered an oath between girls, and they are talking and laughing together and walking around the garden, and suddenly they saw Yinchen standing in a daze against the moon gate. obviously looks stupid, but when it comes to the moon gate and the scenery in the door, there is no sense of abruptness, just like the characters in the painting. The fairy aura lingered, everything was silent, extremely quiet and beautiful, the two girls were caught off guard and looked at them directly.

It wasn't until Yinchen came to his senses, shook his head, threw away the feeling of disillusionment in his heart, and walked away through the moon gate, that the two girls reacted.

"Which family's son was that just now? That momentum, that look, it was really strange! If I hadn't seen the shadow he cast, I would have thought that the gods in the sky had descended to earth!" Wang Yurou patted her chest and said, trying to force herself not to compare him with Zhao Yuheng, it would really mess up her heart, shift her nature, and do the most unforgivable and terrible evil thing for a woman in this era. She turned her head to ask Zhao Lingyan, but saw Zhao Lingyan with a look of "I finally understood".

"Which family's son!" The little girl flattened her mouth and said crisply: "That person's name is Yinchen, it turned out to be our family's lecturer, who specially taught my thief brother, but because of a very fortuitous chance, he was favored by the emperor, so he was pulled to be a lecturer of Hanlin. I don't know where he used to be high, but he was just the same age as his brother, who was a very smart person, but he was as stupid as ...... in front of him."

"So he's ...... now Do you have a family?" Wang Yurou hurriedly asked without waiting for Zhao Lingyan to finish speaking, only to find that her face was already hot.