For a while, Zhao Yueshi had it first, wrote it out with her own pen, changed it again, and handed it to Wang Yunfen. Because asked Wang Yurou: "Jun Wu, do you have it?" Wang Yurou said: "Yes, but there is, but it's not good." Zhao Yuheng paced up and down the corridor with his hands behind his back, because he said to Lin Xuanchen: "Listen, they all have it." Lin Xuanchen said: "You don't care about me." Zhao Yuheng saw that Wang Yurou had already transcribed it, so he said: "It's amazing! There is only one inch of incense left, and I only have four sentences." He said to Lin Xuanchen again: "The incense is almost over, what are you doing just squatting under the tide?" Lin Xuanchen also ignored it, but Zhao Yuheng didn't see it at this time, the little bell was hiding in a place where no one was paying attention, brushing and writing three or four songs, shaking his head, and wiping it again. Zhao Yuheng said: "I can't take care of you, so I'll write it out." As he spoke, he also walked in front of the desk and wrote. Mrs. Feng said: "We are going to read the poem, if we finish reading it, we will be punished if we don't hand in the paper." Zhao Yuheng said: "Although the old farmer of Daoxiang is not good at doing, he is good at looking, and he is the most fair, you will evaluate the advantages and disadvantages, and we will accept it." Everyone said, "Naturally." So it began to be retracted, everyone has a good sentence not to mention, only Zhao Yue's poem, Wang Yurou's very elegant, the best of the best, everyone will learn first, look at Zhao Yue's poem The manuscript reads:

Yong white begonia limited door basin soul scarred

The slanting sun and cold grass bring a heavy door, and the moss is green and spread after the rain.

Jade is difficult to compare with the spirit, and snow is easy to lose the soul for the muscles and bones.

Fang's heart is a little weak, and there are traces in the third month.

It is impossible to say that the fairy can feather, and the affection accompanies me at dusk.

Everyone watched it, praised it once, and looked at Wang Yurou's again:

Cherish the fangzi day and cover the door, and fill the moss pot with the urn hand.

The rouge washes out the shadow of the autumn steps, and the ice and snow attract the soul of the dew.

The light pole knows that the flowers are more colorful, and the jade is more sorrowful.

If you want to repay the White Emperor for cleanliness, he is silent and dim.

Mrs. Feng smiled: "In the end, it's Lu Wujun." Saying that, he looked at Zhao Yuheng again, and said:

"The gods descended to the capital gate yesterday and planted a pot of Lantian jade.

Since Shuang'e prefers cold, she is not a Chinese girl and leaves her soul.

Where is the snow brought out by the autumn shade?

But the poet is tireless, how can he be lonely and dim. ”

Mrs. Feng looked at it, praised it, and said after a while: "It's also strange, this song can't be compared with Pillow Xiazi's calculations! When Mrs. Feng heard this, she gave him a blank look: "You are vulgar again, let's start a poetry club for nothing else, good is good, bad is bad, where can the eldest brother let the younger sister decide from the beginning!" Zhao Yuheng shook his head and said: "Why can't it? Can you really care about winning or losing this thing?" Long Qian'er listened, shook her head and said: "No, my brother is better than mine, I seem to be too sad." Mrs. Feng looked at them, and finally said: "This time it is the king of the cave who is the first, Pillow Xiazi, it is estimated that you will not be able to enter the top three this time." After speaking, he pointed to the king and the two of them. When Long Qian'er saw Lin Xuanchen, she immediately pounced: "Good sister, hurry up and write!"

Here, Wang Yunfang made a song by herself and handed it to Mrs. Feng, but Mrs. Feng saw it, but it was:

The autumn appearance is light and reflects the heavy door, and the seven sections are full of snow.

Out of the bath, Taizhen ice is a shadow, and Xiziyu is the soul.

Xiaofeng does not dissipate a thousand points of sorrow, and Su Yu also adds a trace of tears.

Leaning on the painting column alone, if you are interested, clear the anvil and send the flute to dusk.

After everyone saw it, Wang Yurou was a little dissatisfied and said: "This dictionary is too common." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and used his fingernails to draw on the four words "Holding the Heart of Xizi", Wang Yunfen could see it clearly, only said that Zhao Yue's poems were good, and kept her mouth shut and did not mention her own works. Lin Xuanchen said: "You all have it?" said and waved the pen and threw it at everyone. Mrs. Feng waited for her to read and wrote:

Half-rolled Hunan curtain and half-closed door, grinding ice for soil and jade for pots.

After reading this, Long Qian'er cheered first, and only said, "Where do you want to come from!" and then looked at the following words:

Steal the pear stamen and borrow a wisp of plum blossom soul.

When everyone saw it, they couldn't help but applaud, and even Zhao Yuheng said, "Sure enough, he is the same hearted as others." And look at the following sayings:

The moon cave immortals sewed their robes, and the autumn boudoirs wiped their cries.

Shy and silently complained to whom, tired of leaning on the west wind and the night was dark.

Everyone saw it, and this was the first one. Mrs. Feng said: "If you talk about being chic, this is it, but this dictionary is too dangerous and cold; Zhao Yueshi said: "This evaluation is reasonable, Concubine Xiaoxiang should be second." Lin Xuanchen listened, just smiled and nodded, and had no opinion. Mrs. Feng said: "Ziling Jade Girl is the tail, are you convinced?" Wang Yunfen said: "My song is not good, this is the most fair." He smiled again: "It's just that the two heads of Yu and Xiao still have to be considered." Mrs. Feng said: "It was based on Yu commenting, and it has nothing to do with you, and those who say more will be punished." When Wang Yunfen heard that, she had to give up. Mrs. Feng said: "From now on, it is scheduled to open on the second and sixteenth days of each month. In the meantime, if you are happy, you just have to choose another day to make up for it, even if it is a daily opening for a month, and the rest is not careless. But on the second and twenty-sixth days of the first month, they must go to the rest. After speaking, everyone discussed it again, and after having lunch in Daoxiang Village, they were all so excited that they refused to disperse like this, so they poured Zhen Lao Taijun there together, not to mention it.

【Southern Perheung City: Chungmu Marquis Mansion under construction】

Lin Xuanchen happily formed a poetry club over there, but Zijuan here stood at the door of the big side room with a shocked face, listening to Zhang Baisheng's nonsense, talking about the world, and telling all the secret anecdotes in the world with one mouth, that style is much more powerful than his second master, asked Li Mengshi, only to know that this Zhang Baisheng is a scholar of the rivers and lakes, and even a warlock of the rivers and lakes, walking the streets and alleys all the year round, and selling art in the restaurant for several years, although he knows a lot of words, he has never participated in the formal examination, and even the identity of the Jiupin Preparatory Student was given to the prefect in exchange for gold bars, which is proper"Donation class background", but talk elegantly, especially compared to Zhao Erye, speaking and interpreting words, chanting poems and even arithmetic tools, almost omniscient, a class down, in addition to cynicism, I am afraid that the truth that can be said in the world, the knowledge that can be transmitted, are almost exhausted. After listening to it for ten breaths, Zijuan decided that this person was originally a monster with a mouth all over his body, but at this time he was just wearing a human skin and messing around in the red dust. Zijuan, as Lin Xuanchen's chief maid, has naturally seen the world, once a teacher from Guozijian came to Chongwang's Mansion to preach to the teenage children, and she followed Lin Xuanchen to listen. Guozijian, that is the next level of specialized education of noble children, relatives and important servants of the Hanlin Academy, inside the teacher, although I dare not say that there is Wenzheng, the meritocracy of the Ministry of Dugong, but also can afford to support Wencheng Guogong, the tour of Guogong such a great Confucian, the level of teaching is not generally high, but the master here and this young Zhang Baisheng master, it is simply different, if Zhang Baisheng can enter the Guozijian, I am afraid that the master can only go to the countryside to teach private school.

Without contrast, there is no harm. Zijuan doesn't know that in this world, no matter what kind of academic school it is, the one she is most afraid of encountering is the practical school. Zijuan had always known that Yinchen had received the errand of the Hanlin Academy's lectures, and she was going to enter the palace to teach as soon as August passed, but she couldn't understand at all, why any of Yinchen's subordinates was also the strength of the Hanlin Academy's lectures?

Just thinking about it, Zhang Baisheng got out of class, a bunch of twelve or thirteen-year-old girls rushed out of the side room, led by Lu Mengqi accidentally crashed into Zijuan's arms, and apologized again and again, but Zijuan was shushing and asking for warmth, I was really afraid that she would hurt somewhere, and asked her some questions, and I knew that this was just a morning class, and then the girls had to learn divine skills, which were taught by the ghost master, and it was said that the young master created the divine skills. When Zijuan heard this, she felt dizzy for a while, thinking to herself that her aunt was a god who could not go down to earth and still be able to create divine skills?

As he was talking, he saw Yinchen come with a tired face, and then he officially met the guest. Yinchen and Zijuan sat in the largest side hall, and talked in the roar of the stones, Li Mengshi waited on the side, Yin Xueli and Ying Shixuan sat together. After only greeting each other, Zijuan asked Yinchen: "Does my uncle know that the young lady is weak?"

"Lack of integrity?" Silver Dust raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. You always have to take medicine. ”

"Come on. Silver Dust waved his hand casually:" I was in the secret realm of the East China Sea, I saw Sister Xuan'er's master, Yang Ziyi Woman, she told me personally, Sister Xuan'er is not a disease, it is a congenital body of absolute yin, and the body will continue to produce water and cold qi to block the meridians, if you can't guide this power out in time, I am afraid of worrying about my life, but in the same way, a woman with this physique is born to be good at birth and can be prosperous, this is an ancient book record, not who blew it, I can marry her, and I am fortunate to have three lives, of course, now what you tell me is useless, don't think I don't know her ...... Well. ”

"It's not that I'm afraid that my uncle will regret his marriage, but I just hope that my uncle can get some high-quality pills to make the young lady live more comfortably. ”

Zijuan said, not a little embarrassed, it seems that providing ginseng Yangrong pills, a very expensive elixir, is what Yinchen should do, but in fact, Mrs. Wang has really considered using the ordinary goods of "Wenhuo Pill" to replace ginseng Yangrong pills.

"Ginseng Yangrong Pill can't be eaten for a lifetime. Silver Dust's voice was flat, and he conjured a bottle of elixir from his palm, flicked the cap of the bottle with his thumb, and poured the emerald green pills with dark gold veins on the table.

"Do you recognize this?" Yinchen's voice was unwavering, but Zijuan was a little nervous, she felt that her uncle seemed to be angry, but ...... For Lin Xuanchen, even if she offends her uncle, she must win the "monthly example" of ginseng raising Rong Pill, otherwise, Lin Xuanchen will have to be sick all day long, and she will have a heartache if she eats a little something. Zijuan knows that whether it is the Yin Body or the lack of Zhongzheng, in short, in order to "continue life", Lin Xuanchen must often eat some precious warm and tonic things, which Yinchen must ensure no matter what, otherwise it is better to marry the second master.

"This is the Heaven and Earth Ghost God Pill, you know the effect. Yinchen's words made Zijuan stand up: "Uncle, this ......"

"I took it from the Red Blood Realm. I know that such a grain can revive a person whose body is intact within twelve hours of the new death, but now, I am afraid that there is no such thing in the court. I don't know if one pill a year is enough for her......"

"How many uncles are there?" Zijuan tried to keep her voice down.

"Many. Silver Dust said, taking out the porcelain bottles from his sleeve, bottle after bottle, almost filling the table. "I plan to take this instead of Ginseng Yang Rong Pill, after all, this Heaven and Earth Ghost God Pill has no side effects, and if you eat too much Ginseng Yang Rong Pill, it will be full of false fire. ”

Zijuan was stunned.

"It's not going to work, there's something better, this. With a wave of his hand, Yinchen put away all the bottles and pills, took out another porcelain bottle, gently opened the cap, and poured out only one pill from it.

The color of the pill was like dark gold, and it slowly emitted colorful qi outward.

"You definitely don't know this, after the fall of the Third Dynasty, no one knows how it was refined, Hongmeng Creation Pill, although it can't resurrect the dead, it can relieve all the diseases of a person's body, the time limit is three years, after three years, the illness is also milder than the original, you say, how about I give Lin Xuanchen one pill every three years?"

"This ......" Zijuan couldn't answer, she felt that it stands to reason that Yinchen has at most one such elixir, and if there are more, it is contrary to common sense, that is, the way of heaven does not tolerate it, after all, this kind of elixir may not be able to refine a few in the Third Reich at the beginning.

She didn't know that these things were probably the recipes made by those ancient earth scientists 100,000 years ago, after all, at that time, scientists dissected the "people who can summon the wind", at least put forward some key data, and then these data were circulated under the packaging of various myths, and when the Third Reich had civilization and calendar, it really played a role and was applied to alchemy.

Zijuan will not know this, but Yinchen must understand this, the endless elixir in the underground palace is likely to be made by the ancient earthlings by gathering the biological materials of the entire galaxy or even half of the universe, after all, this elixir has actually been permanently imgenerate, and it is easy to absorb, it should be a special compound directly synthesized at the garden level, and it is mixed with some non-atomic material components directly composed of intermediate bosons or neutrinos, otherwise how can it be said to be "resurrected"?

In short, it was as weird and terrifying as the theory of quantum magic, and so many pills should be the first batch of successful experiments.

"The number of this Hongmeng Creation Pill is not less than that of the Heaven and Earth Ghost God Pill. ”