I saw him smiling calmly, holding a feather fan, and said falsely: "Miss Sun, would you like to enjoy this Jinyang snow scene with me?" ”

Sun Fengwei looked at the other party in a daze, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome face, under the polishing of the fierce wind and snow, his originally somewhat round cheeks gradually became angular and resolute.

It's him! It's His Royal Highness the Prince!

He is also the grandson of their Kong enemy, Emperor Taizong!

She gritted her teeth and hesitated, couldn't get over?

"Miss Sun, don't you want to accompany this palace?" The voice sounded faintly.

Sun Fengwei's heart trembled, and she blurted out: "No! ”

Like a dream, 'Xiahou Chun' smiled lightly and stretched out his hand: "Then come here." ”

The ghost sent the gods, and she actually walked towards 'Xiahou Chun' like this.

In reality, Sun Fengwei, who had a sluggish face, was walking towards a certain courtyard.

Behind her, Song Xiaowan looked excited, her little eyes were full of curiosity and admiration, Sister Murong was really amazing.

Murong Yan looked indifferent, carefully manipulating the Soul Technique, allowing Sun Fengwei to walk towards a certain courtyard like a walking corpse.

What the two of them didn't know was that under the eaves of the wall of the Song Mansion, Song Zhao watched all this coldly.

On his side, those black-clothed men of Sun Fengwei had already died of anger, and they fell at the feet of Song Zhao in disbelief.

This son is actually a master of Qingdan!

It's over, Miss is in danger!

These were the last thoughts of a certain leader of the men in black before he died, and he didn't blink an eye.

Song Zhao closed his eyes slightly, his narrow eyes narrowed, and he looked coldly at Song Xiaowan and Murong Yan and others like an eagle falcon, his eyes were hot, and he subconsciously licked his lips, three, three peerless beauties, he who had not been touched for a long time, was a little impatient.

He glanced back at the location of Song Xi's study, and secretly pursed his mouth, although he and Song Xi belong to the same lineage, but the blood relationship has long been weak, not to mention that he and Song Jing, the assassin of Qinzhou, still have a grudge against him, so this Song valve main vein is also his mortal enemy.

Oh, collect some interest first.

Song Zhao spit out a snake-like tongue, and with a slight leap of his body, he jumped off the high wall and sneaked towards Song Xiaowan and the others.

Walking to a plum blossom courtyard, the flowers of the moon and the cold plum bloom in the wind and snow, which seems to reveal a different charm.

At this time, Sun Fengwei's delicate body trembled, her eyes gradually shone more, and she seemed to be about to wake up.

After Song Xiaowan waved off the servants, she saw this scene and exclaimed in a low voice: "Sister Murong, she is about to wake up." ”

Murong Yan's eyes were cold, and he quickly stepped forward, turned his palm into a knife, slashed down, slashed at the back of his neck, and fainted.

Song Xiaowan's face was shocked, "Ah, Sister Murong, why did you beat her to death?" ”

Murong Yan twisted Sun Fengwei up and said casually: "I'm not dead, I just fainted." ”

"That's good, that's good." Song Xiaowan patted her small breasts that had begun to take shape, and said with a sigh of relief.

"If we die, we'll be in big trouble."

She has bright eyes and bright teeth, and there is a green cherry bulge on her small breasts, Murong Yan glanced at it lightly, yo, Xiao Nizi has a lot of potential, I heard that she is only fourteen or five years old, and the future is promising.

Song Xiaowan was a thief, and muttered quietly: "This is the place where my brother used to live with his concubine, it is very clean." ”

Murong Yan put Sun Fengwei on the bed, and a low voice suddenly sounded outside: "Miss, Miss." ”

Song Xiaowan said, "I just arranged for someone to come in advance." ”

Murong Yan stared at the delicate woman on the bed, her eyebrows and eyes were like arcs, her fox velvet scarf, and her cheeks could be blown off, as if she was pampered.

She sighed secretly, "That's it, it's the same end of the world, let's put her here, don't come to spoil her." ”

Song Xiaowan'er tilted her head and glanced at Murong Yan, and after blinking, she said matter-of-factly: "Sister Murong is reasonable, we are not this kind of bad woman, although she came with evil intentions, but after all, she has not harmed my relatives, this is also an attempt to commit a crime." ”

Murong Yan smiled, "Not bad! ”

"Then forget it, when she wakes up, let's kick her out of the house." Song Xiaowan'er waved her hand generously, and the adults had a lot of words.

She touched her chin, "But in case she wakes up and escapes, let's tie her up." ”

After the two tied her up, they closed the door and window and left.

Half an hour later, a figure descended.

A vague footstep and thin figure sneaked in, looking at the woman on the couch, although the back was a little familiar, but the slender figure made him tear off the curtain without thinking, through the light veil, the seductive and graceful demeanor was vividly displayed at this moment, and the charming figure instantly aroused the blazing heart in his heart.

This person is Cui Yan, the eldest son of the Cui family!

His throat rolled, his breathing became shorter, and he muttered to himself: "The surname Song said that Murong Yan is Xiahou Chun's confidante, and this time I am on this woman, it can be regarded as revenge for the humiliation of the day." ”

After finishing speaking, he threw himself at the woman on the bed, tore and pulled, his clothes were ruined, and his snow-skinned goose muscles met Cui Yan's eyes, and he roared and was about to bully him.

But he soon stopped abruptly, it turned out that the woman was not Murong Yan, but Sun Fengwei!!

His pupils shrank, and he suddenly knew that something was wrong, he was calculated by that Song Zhao!

As soon as the body turned, even if he had to retreat.

At this time, an abrupt voice sounded: "Heh, Sister Murong expected it to be good, and there are really rats." ”

There was a thud, and the doors and windows slammed.

There was a loud buzz, and a sword body like autumn water quickly broke through the window.

With a pop, while Cui Yan was not paying attention, he directly pierced his back buttocks.

Unexpectedly, the light on his body flashed, and it seemed that a treasure had fallen, blocking it for a catastrophe.

His face changed slightly, "Not good! ”

With a snap, a fan fell from the back of his buttocks, which had already broken into several pieces, and his spirituality was greatly lost.

Cui Yan's face changed, he jumped away with an arrow step, and patted his chest with a frightened face, "I'm scared to death." ”

He saw the sword qi go straight in, and took advantage of the situation to cut off the thick rope that bound Sun Fengwei.

Cui Yan raised his head and shouted angrily: "Who!! ”

"A bold thief, you dare to rob the people's daughters under the bright sun, it's really insulting, hey, why are you so familiar?"

After Song Xiaowan jumped out, she shouted righteously, instantly alarming everyone in the Song Mansion.

Cui Yan hatefully glanced at Murong Yan, who was standing solemnly with a sword, and recognized that it was the main master, but unfortunately he recognized the wrong person and did not defend himself, but just said sadly: "Two sluts, they dare to harm my good deeds, I really don't know whether to live or die!" ”

Secretly, Song Zhao smiled deeply, and was about to appear, but suddenly stiffened, not daring to move at all.

The cicada retracted his gaze and pursed his mouth slightly, now these young people don't know the height of the sky, and even a little mouse dares to come out and wander.

He touched his chin, looked through the window, glanced at Cui Yan in the courtyard, and then glanced at Song Zhaohou who was hiding in secret, and finally his eyes fell on Sun Fengwei, who wanted to fake the show, and he muttered that people in the city really know how to play.

He glanced at Xiahou Chun playfully, hey, there is a good show.

Then the cicadas ate melons and watched the play attentively, with relish,

Secretly sighing at this time, it would be good if you could prepare melon seeds, peanuts, honey water, it would be really a must-have for eating melons and watching dramas.

"Two Taoist friends have mercy!!"

In the distance, there were masters in the Song Mansion, and there was a deep cheer.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and a figure leaped high and blocked the man.

I saw that he looked like a forty-year, dressed in a Confucian robe, holding a scroll, and said with a smile: "Yang Zhenren is visiting, Zhang someone can't welcome him from afar, don't blame him." ”

The person on the other side had a solemn face, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Zhang, this time it was your mansion's fault first, could it be that this time you prevaricated in the past?" ”

The middle-aged Confucian whose real name is Zhang Xianming laughed and said: "The matter is clear to Yang Zhenren, why do you want to reverse black and white here?" How much more does it make sense to you and me? ”

Yang Zhenren squinted, did not deny it, and snorted coldly: "I promise not to spread the scandal of your mansion today, as long as Cui Gongzi is released." ”

He looked at Zhang Xianming with great meaning, and secretly said: "The Cui family is so big, you and I know it well, and angering the Cui family will not do Mr. Zhang's school any good." ”

Zhang Xianming smiled and said nothing, and Yang Zhenren's face gradually sank: "I really refuse to let it." ”

Zhang Xianming took out a post and spit out a sentence lightly: "Real people want to pass, but ask this post." ”

The voice fell, and the post in his hand was shining, shining, and shining like a candle; The light on the post floated, as if there were tadpole words floating out, turning into a stream of water, wrapped around Zhang Xianming, like a sage.

That Yang Zhenren's eyes were solemn, and he said word by word: "Confucian Lingbao, gentleman's post!" ”

The real person whose real name is Yang Weijun said hello repeatedly, his breath spread, he opened his mouth and spit out, and a muddy golden pill spun out in a slippery way, the Dan fire was bright, the light was overflowing, the robe was flying, and the real person's demeanor was chic.

But seeing his sharp gaze, Jin Dan cracked, overflowing with dazzling light, and the sound of sword groaning sounded.

A flying sword swept past Jin Dan and went straight towards Zhang Xianming.

As the sword qi swung out, the gentleman trembled, swaying like autumn leaves.

At this moment, the two real spirit treasures were revealed for the first time.

The breath was shocking, and the murderous machine was rolling.

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In the study, Xiahou Chunzheng wanted Wei Boyu, Song Xi and others to stalemate, and suddenly heard the shocking changes outside, his face changed greatly, and he immediately ran out.

Xiahou Chun was the fastest, and after a few breaths, he swept to the Hanmei Courtyard.

He glanced gloomily at the sky, and the whistling sound sounded in his ears, and the cicadas and the heart of heaven swept in.

"Are you alright?" Tianxin asked with a frown.

Xiahou Chun waved his hand and pouted, "I'm fine, it's them who have something to do." ”

Seeing the sword qi in the air, it seems to have the style of a grandmaster.

The cicada raised his eyes and gradually became solemn, "Pseudo-realm real people? ”

Tianxin snorted coldly and sneered: "In previous years, there has never been a single such rare existence of real people for decades, and recently it has sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, one after another, shouldn't it be said that you are popular, or that you have a strong ability to cause trouble." ”

At this time, Cui Yan, who was heavily injured by Murong Yan's sword, suddenly raised his head and hissed: "If you don't make a move, what are you waiting for!" ”

Dare to come to the Song Mansion, naturally he is not alone, he is also confident.

As soon as the words fell, a strong aura floated in the air from the west of the city.

Xiahou Chun, Zhicicada and Tianxin all changed color, "Real person! ”

Now, it's really a real world.

But soon, as the gentle voice of the Confucian gentleman sounded, their hearts were suddenly relieved.

Song Xi and Wei Boyu, who were belated, looked up and saw the cultivators fighting, with magnificent momentum and sword energy, but they did not fall on the ground in the slightest.

Song Xi glanced at the person who was fighting against his family's guardian, his eyes were cold, and he secretly hummed that the real person didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Then he subconsciously glanced at Xiahou Chun, and saw that although his face was solemn, he was not panicked, he nodded secretly, watching Mount Tai collapse in front of him, and he was not in danger; Let others slander it, but the joy and anger are invisible.

This son is indeed a big material.

He remembered Fang Cai's 'Ask the Heart' test, and this son talked eloquently, detailing the rebellion's disobedience, ingratitude and shamelessness, holding millions of Li people into the war and the slight success, and finally convincing Song Xi.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, this son was quite sensible, not as rigid and impulsive as the rumors, and he did not have the bad temper of slaughtering at will.

Song Xi squinted slightly, and at some point beside him, a burly man came, and he asked softly, "Now, this son can barely be regarded as passing." ”

The man glanced at him indifferently, and said lightly: "Lu Yao knows the horsepower, and he has seen people's hearts for a long time, so what is the hurry, today is just a question, and he will talk about it after a few questions." ”

Song Xi stroked his beard and head: "It's okay." ”

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Taikang City, spring is approaching.

At the same time, when the situation in Jinju City was turbulent, students from all over Dajing rushed to the national capital.

They will fight for their future and honor.

In the spring of Dajing, three examinations are generally held on the ninth, twelfth and fifteenth days of the first month of February.

Once the scholar is named on the apricot list, he is only one step away from getting ahead.

Spring is full of apricot blossoms, and it is the time of the vigorous spring that the Dongjing scholars have been waiting for for a long time.

What is the most moving thing in the world? Apricot blossoms in February and laurel in August.

February apricot, refers to the second year of the spring examination, is a national examination, by the Beijing center ordered by the Ministry of Rites to preside, or by the Ministry of Rites left and right waiters, and even has both the title of university scholar, the title of the elder of the Ministry of Rites personally sitting, it can not be said that it is not grand.

Apricot blossoms, peach blossoms, acacia flowers, pear blossoms, etc. are in full bloom one after another, the feast is broad and prominent, gorgeous and colorful, so it is called "acacia flower yellow, lifting the child is busy".

The green light and yellow scroll, the hanging beam is piercing, and the title of the gold list is even more dreamy than becoming an immortal, after all, there are only more than 200 people in Dajing who can name the gold list.

During the Taizong period, there was a down-and-out scholar named Cao Xueqin, who spent ten years and wrote a huge work "The Legend of the Red Mansion in the Purple Palace", in which there was a Jia Yucun who sharpened his head and climbed up, and lived in the gourd temple to do his fantasy of being a high school jinshi: it took a round in the sky to come out, and all the surnames in the world looked up.

The hearts and minds of thousands of scholars who want to get ahead are vividly interpreted, although the fluorescent light is bright, but it still can't hide the dazzling of the bright moon hanging high.

Since the former Yan opened the window Enke, the scholars who seek Enke are like carp crossing the river, endlessly, and a poet named Li Zhong said in his poem, "Ye Cheng went to the spring early to make an appointment, so that the name of the sea is heard." ”

Ten years of cold windows no one asked, in one fell swoop to become famous all over the world, you can glorify the lintel, glorify the ancestors.

However, some people pointed out that the prosperity of the Yan Dynasty reached its peak after the Enke system was established, so it said extremely explicitly: "Learn to become a literary and martial artist, and the goods are with the emperor's family."

It can be described as hitting the nail on the head, pointing directly to the core of Enke.

Therefore, when Dajing first opened Enke, Emperor Taizong stood on top of the Yunlong stone carving Dan Majesty in front of the Taiji Palace, clenched his fists, and laughed: "The heroes of the world, enter my Yanzhong." ”

The imperial examination is not only a step for scholars to enter the body, but also a way to recruit talents for the country. In short, the title of the gold list is a great joy in life.

"In the past, it was not enough to boast, but now there is no end to debauchery. The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day. ”

But at this moment in Taikang City, the atmosphere of Wanning Palace is solemn and lifeless.

What do they mean exactly? Even the crossers dare to kill, could it be that they want to rebel? ”

A furious voice sounded, the voice was soft, but the anger in the words made the courtiers tremble.

Shangguan Yan, the leader of Qingluanwei, knelt on the ground and said in a downward voice: "When they claimed to be the crown prince, when they crossed the border, the scholars were outing and were mistakenly killed by the prince. ”

As soon as they heard that the prince was involved, many people were shocked in their hearts, and they came secretly.

"How did the local state cope?"

Shangguan Yan's eyes drooped, "The King of Jin is loyal and tried to stop the crown prince for the imperial court, but because they have the help of Buddhism, they can only let him go out of the city and go north." ”

"The officials of the state capital should be killed!!" The noble lady stretched her phoenix eyes, her eyebrows swept over the fierce color, and she scolded coldly.

Shangguan Yan was silent, and the eyes of the courtiers around him were rolling and flickering.

Someone's face was slightly gloomy, and after a few changes, a trace of depression flashed on his face, and after a secret sigh, he was silent again, like a clay sculpture.

Now that even Zhang Shoufu has fallen, who of them can still compete with this.

It's over, it's all over, and the Dajing court may be reduced to this woman's skirt in the next few decades.

The chicken Sichen will eventually become a fact.