readx;? When Jiang He woke up from the bed, the morning bell of the drum tower had already struck all over and could no longer be heard, if it weren't for Hu Xiaoliu who had knocked on his head with a paper umbrella, Jiang He didn't think he could wake up. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The whole room was filled with a fragrant and strange smell, like wine and not like wine, floating faintly, although Hu Xiaoliu smelled it three times, he didn't smell the origin of this smell.

Jiang He rubbed his head gently, like a hangover from a slight pain that made him shake a little, and only after he washed his face with water did he feel his soul retracted.

Last night's wine was like a dream, Jiang He really felt what it means to be drunk and dreamed of death, if it weren't for the fact that there was still the soil with the fragrance of peony last night in the nails, Jiang He really almost had a sleepwalk last night, and as for the strange old man, it was only regarded as a trace of illusion when he dreamed of butterflies.

However, since the wine is true and the dream is fake, it means that I did drink a glass of wine with an old man last night and had a conversation.

Jiang He raised his head from the basin of the novel, let the water droplets slide down the tip of his eyebrows, and smashed them on the surface of the water along the bridge of his nose, smashing out a little ripple, Jiang He looked at the "self" in the ripples, and suddenly smiled.

Drunken life, dreams, death, and mirrors, after all, it is a matter after being drunk, Jiang He felt for the first time that drinking was such a wonderful thing, and it was no wonder that those literati always liked to exchange wine and use wine to kill their sorrows.

After Hu Xiaoliu's righteous words urged for the seventh time, Jiang He finally changed into a clean white shirt and cotton shoes and set out on the way out.

Although there were still some curious visitors standing outside the door who came to Jianghe Courtyard to look, waiting to see if they could buy a painting of Jianghe, after opening the door, Jianghe bowed to them and said: "Everyone, please go back, I still have to prepare for the Qingteng Club in the next few days, I'm afraid I don't have extra time to paint, please forgive me." ”

How dare a few subordinates wearing linen shirts accept Jiang He's salute, they hurriedly turned to the side and bowed back: "Jiang Dacai doesn't have to think about us, he is just acting on orders." ”

Jiang He shook his head helplessly when he heard this, and then followed Hu Xiaoliu, who was walking in front, into the carriage.

Hu Xiaoliu was not far from the limelight at this time, and he knew a lot of those subordinates, so he naturally knew which mansions they were sent from, but he didn't know which of these people were from Zhenzhi and which were from the painting, and which ones were here to explore the news.

Now Jiang He is a celebrity in this Kyoto city, up to the court's civil and military attachés, down to the pawns in this Kyoto city, most of them have heard of the legendary deeds of this person who painted thousands of people, although in the end it is not enough to stage the Luoyang paper expensive story again, but it is not too much.

At present, the people at the end of this alley are actually a minority, after all, with the identity of the seventh master of the White Dragon Gang, many people who have come here have already retreated, and those who can and dare to stand at the mouth of this alley to look at it, how can it be a simple butler.

But as the protagonist of the whole legendary story, Jiang He didn't plan to take over these troublesome things, because compared to these, the Qingteng Conference was really a trouble, so he didn't care how those family members who had waited all night reported to the adults in his house after they went back, all he had to do now was to sit quietly in the carriage, and then go all the way to Qingteng Pavilion.

Today's Kyoto City is very quiet, the once bustling and noisy Suzaku Street seems to have been emptied today, only a few officers and soldiers walk on the side of the street with serious expressions, and even the old man who usually likes to find a place to set up a stall to sell candy does not see him today. Because today is the Qingteng Conference, a grand event that can only be seen once in four years, as long as they can put down what they are doing, the people are willing to put down and take time to go to the Qingteng Pavilion to join in the fun.

After all, you can see such a thing as a contest between cultivators.

Jiang He lowered the curtain by the window, and then asked curiously at Hu Xiaoliu, "Why is Suzaku Street so quiet today?"

Hu Xiaoliu seemed to be thinking about something, and only replied after a while: "Why do you keep talking nonsense, it's all now, can't you think of countermeasures?"

Jiang He was stunned when he heard this, and said puzzledly: "Why has it become nonsense, then what you say is not nonsense." ”

Hu Xiaoliu waved his hand angrily and said, "I think talking to you is talking nonsense." ”

Jiang He was speechless, wondering if Hu Xiaoliu had eaten the medicine cannon as a cake in the morning, otherwise why would he be so angry, thinking of this, Jiang He didn't bother to ask again, so he simply closed his eyes and meditated.

Hu Xiaoliu saw that Jiang He no longer spoke, and sighed again.

"Jiang Ye, I'm anxious for you like this, you said that you have nothing to do in a day to draw a picture, isn't it a good thing to write a poem or something, why do you want to go to Qingteng Pavilion to play in a heartbeat, is that where you can go." ”

"This is the same as the little girl who can't go to Qinglou, okay, even if you want to go, then you have to disguise and disguise. ”

"You can't just let someone pull you out, you know what I mean?"

Jiang He opened his eyes, looked at Hu Xiaoliu in front of him, and then smiled slightly and said, "You mean that I am dressed as a man?"

"Whew!"

Hu Xiaoliu slapped his knee, looking at the river with hatred.

Jiang He still smiled, and then he looked at Hu Xiaoliu and said softly, "Just kidding." ”

As he spoke, Jiang He took out a handful of broken silver from his pocket and handed it to Hu Xiaoliu. Hu Xiaoliu looked at Jiang He puzzled, and then asked curiously, "Are you asking me to help you buy a coffin?" ”

Jiang He's face was black, and sure enough, in terms of the level of joking, he would never be Hu Xiaoliu's opponent. He held the money in his hand, then flipped his fist and shook it with a clanging sound.

"I mean, do you want to make a bet with me, I'll bet ten taels on me to get the first one, how much do you pay?"

Hu Xiaoliu was stunned, and then looked at Jiang He with disdain and said, "I, Hu Xiaoliu, don't bet on things that have no suspense." ”

Jiang He smiled slightly, his hand still in the air.

Hu Xiaoliu was helpless, took out a handful of big silver ingots from his bag, put it in front of Jiang He and said, "One hundred taels, if you win, I have to buy you a coffin." ”

Jiang He stuffed the money into Hu Xiaoliu's hand, and then gently leaned on the side of the carriage bed and closed his eyes to rest, Hu Xiaoliu gently grabbed the silver two in his hand, looked up at Jiang He, who had closed his eyes and didn't plan to speak anymore, sighed softly in his heart, and then stuffed all the silver into his arms

Outside the Qingteng Pavilion is the Danfeng Gate, a straight and wide street leads directly to the Xingqing Palace and connects to the East Market, so in fact, the river does not have to come from the Zhuque Street at all, but can directly cross the Dongzhi Street towards the Xingqing Palace to the Danfeng Gate, but according to Hu Xiaoliu's words, the carriage can't go through the East Third Street now, in fact, it is exactly the case.

At this moment, the East Third Street outside the Danfeng Gate was crowded with ordinary people watching the ceremony, and they were either standing or squatting, directly surrounding the extremely wide East Third Street.

Outside the Danfeng Gate is the martial arts arena of the Qingteng Club, the martial arts arena is extremely wide, and the number of large and small martial arts platforms is set up, and there are as many as thirteen!

This martial arts field was originally used by the military department to practice martial arts and train soldiers, the rest of the time the door is closed, training soldiers inside, only in the face of an important day, will be open to the public, and after this martial arts field, is the Qingteng Pavilion, visible from afar.

In the middle of this martial arts arena, there is an old and wide rammed earth platform, which is a little different from other Taiwanese sides, and it looks very unique. In addition to the table tops built with bluestone bricks, the whole square platform is even more weathered and vicissitudes. Under the earthen platform, there is a huge stone monument more than seven feet high.

The stele is carved directly from a single piece of marble, with dragons and phoenixes on it, and an old turtle carrying it under the stele, and the stele is engraved with one familiar name after another.

"One hundred and fifty-five years of the Southern Calendar, the top of the list: one hundred and fifty-nine years of Xiao Ji's calendar, the top of the list: Zhang Ke. ”

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These are the first heads of the Ivy League over the years, so this stele is also known as the Ivy League List, but whoever wins the first place in the Ivy League will remain on this list and achieve the highest honor.

At this moment, the door outside the stage is closed and uninhabited, but the East Third Street outside the martial arts arena is already crowded with people. In addition to the vendors who set up stalls to sell melons and fruits and the civilians who came to watch the ceremony, there was also a group of people who liked to be the most lively.

The group of people always dressed in fancy costumes and carrying gold and silver jewelry, and then they had the wealth to temporarily open their shop in a small shop on East Third Street. This group of businessmen is naturally the shopkeeper of the large and small gambling houses in Kyoto City, and whenever the Qingteng Club is so prosperous, it is not necessarily to watch this competition, but to be the bet in this large and small gambling house.

What to bet on, of course, on the top of this year's list.

So when Jiang He got down from the carriage, the first time was not to report in Danfengmen, but to pull Hu Xiaoliu to the gambling house.

The dealer selected by the river is the largest dealer in Kyoto City, the autumn equinox gambling house. I heard that it is the business of Li Da's shopkeeper, so it is also the gambling house with the best reputation and the largest business.

The young man was busy at the moment, and before Jiang He walked to the side, he had already spoken: "This year's odds table is on the second table by the door, you can tell me directly." ”

Jiang He was stunned for a moment, and then followed the direction of the guy's finger, and saw a handwritten red paper with so-and-so, odds xxx.

"It's quite convenient. Jiang He admired softly, and then turned over the red booklet regardless of Hu Xiaoliu's strange eyes.

As a result, it wasn't until he turned to the last page that Jiang He saw his name, which read: "Jiang He, the information is unknown, this year's written test is on the first, and the odds of the first are 1 to 25." ”

Jiang He smiled strangely, didn't know what expression to make, and then pulled Hu Xiaoliu over, asked him to touch the money in the bag, and said to the little guy: "Man, bet No. 195, Jiang He, 120 taels!"