"Bang-"

The sound of a gong opening the way interrupted Bai Lijing's thoughts, and she saw a group of people heading towards the official street in the east of the city. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Even if you can't see the bright yellow emperor list behind the crowded crowd, Bai Lijing can probably guess who the champion is, and the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion must be very lively today.

In order to avoid congestion, the driver took a long detour and walked through Changxing Street in the city. Changxing Street, which has always been prosperous, has lost a lot of people because of the arrival of the release day.

This is a wealthy street that brings together the best wine shops, the most delicious food and all kinds of fun in Shengjing City, for example, the Bibo Pavilion that makes people in the city flock to Changxing Street, and the Bibo Pavilion is full of guests day and night.

The carriage suddenly stopped when it passed in front of the Bibo Pavilion, and the coachman scolded in a loud voice outside: "You don't have long eyes when you walk!" Where are you going to hit it! ”

Bai Lijing picked up the corner of the curtain of the car and looked over, only to see a man standing at the foot of the steps of the main entrance of Bibo Pavilion, swaying his staggered figure, and pointing at the coachman in front of him with a big tongue to provoke: "You...... You care about me...... Where the fuck do I love to bang...... Just hit it...... I...... Not just bump, I'...... I'm going to throw up...... ...... vomit"

After saying that, he slammed into the carriage that was close at hand.

"Drive!"

The coachman whipped his whip, and the horse raised his hooves and dragged the carriage forward, and the drunken man had no one to rely on, but plunged headlong into the filth he had just vomited, and the ground was miserable.

Bai Lijing frowned and lowered the curtain.

The coachman poked his head out of the running carriage and laughed heartily and scolded, "I can't kill you, drunkard!" ”

The proprietress of Bibo Pavilion twisted her hips and stepped out of the threshold, crossed her waist and scolded the guys on the left and right: "You're all blind, aren't you?!" Bomb this dirty thing that doesn't have a long face away for the old lady, don't stain the eyes of the lord in the elegant seat upstairs to see the beautiful scenery! ”

The two men reluctantly stepped forward to pick up the "drunk" lying on the ground, held their breath and endured the filth and walked a few steps, kicking the man into the broken alley, where there were several "drunks" lying on their backs.

The filth on the ground was also cleaned up, and the proprietress was satisfied, twisted down the steps gracefully, raised her head and said to the man sitting by the window on the second floor: "This master, I'm really sorry, but I can make a mess for you!" Lady will give you the good wine collected by Bibo Pavilion, you can dissipate your anger, drink a few more glasses, ah? ”

The proprietress of Bibo Pavilion is notoriously shrewd and capable, seeing the wind and steering the rudder, a pair of clever mouths can coax people around, however, after she said this, she did not get half a response as expected.

It was a young man dressed in splendid white, with a noble temperament, his face turned sideways, and his eyes were quietly fixed in the direction of the carriage before it, until the sound of the wheels of the carriage rolling and the shadow of the galloping disappeared, but he did not withdraw his gaze.

The black carved window sash was wide open, in contrast to the calm temperament that exuded from his body. The bun on the top of his head was casually curled up with a white hosta, and the white porcelain cup in his hand was held in the air, motionless like a stone statue.

The proprietress of Bibo Pavilion was rarely ignored like this, and her face suddenly couldn't get down, so she waved the embroidered handkerchief in her hand angrily, stomped her feet, and said angrily: "This master is really incomprehensible!" The slave is injured......"

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The carriage made a long detour back to Xiangfu, Baili Jing stepped out of the carriage, and happened to see Mo Yu wearing a champion court dress and a hairpin hat, and walked out of the gate surrounded by a group of people.

Zuo Xiang Mo Song walked beside Mo Yu, greeting those people around him with a smile on his face, sometimes waving his hand, sometimes touching his beard, sometimes laughing, Mo Yu's expression was also very ambitious, which was very in line with the excitement of the champion and the time. Among the people around him, there were eunuchs in the palace, who should have come to announce the decree, and it seemed that it was his father who summoned Mo Zhuangyuan into the palace to meet him.

Even the sedan chair was saved, Mo Yu stepped on the tall horse prepared for him, and tied a big red flower around the horse's neck, and the champion's court dress was also red, red clothes with red flowers, and Mo Yu looked like a groom and an official greeting him. Bai Lijing smiled lightly, didn't continue to look, but entered through the side door.

The little girl feeding the horses in the backyard touched her, knelt down and asked for peace, and said with a smile: "Princess Jing, the champion of the four sons, Xiangye said that every girl in the Xiangfu can go to receive silver and money, which is really a great thing!" ”

Bai Lijing nodded and replied casually: "It is indeed a good thing." ”

The little guy had no eyesight, and when he saw Bailijing walking forward, he still chased after him, scratched his scalp and asked embarrassedly: "I heard that the fourth young master has been appointed as an official by His Majesty's holy decree, and what else has he done...... The prince reads, what kind of official is that, Princess Jing? The little ones don't understand...... Hehe......"

Bai Lijing didn't stop at first, but when she heard the words "Prince Attendant Reading", she suddenly stood on her feet, frowning: "You just said that the Prince Attendant reads?" ”

"yes, yes, the little one doesn't know what that's for." That little guy is still happy.

Bailijing's eyes shrank, there is no prince, where is the prince from to read? Could it be that the father really wants to make the seventh brother the crown prince? If this is the case, then a while ago, Cui Mingzhe, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and Baililuo came to the Prime Minister's Mansion to congratulate Mo Yu, and the intention is self-evident.

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