The Ye family's mansion is in front of it, the cloth bag monk is nibbling a chicken leg and swaying and approaching, the sun is vicious, the cloth bag monk is so fat, but he walks very easily, not a drop of sweat is left on his body, which makes the pedestrians very strange, at two hundred meters from the Ye family, the cloth bag monk stopped instantly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A chill suddenly spread throughout the body.

"What's going on?" Monk Budai's eyes were full of horror, walking in the rivers and lakes for decades, countless people died at his hands, and he had been wandering on the line of life and death for many years, so that he had a special talent, and whenever he was about to encounter the threshold of life and death, this feeling would follow.

Such intuition saved him several times.

At this moment, the Ye Mansion in front of him gave him this feeling, the ghost made the gods worse, and the cloth bag monk did not leave again!

Ye Mansion, study, Ye Man took the Immortal Hades Sword in his hand and wiped it gently, the gentle movements were like caressing a woman's skin. The door opened, and a dignified and beautiful girl walked in, dressed in a green dress.

Ye Man raised his head and said calmly: "It's Ni Shang!

Ni Shang smiled and said, "Don't worry, Childe, our people are watching him with binoculars?" Somehow, the monk wandered around the Ye Mansion, as if he was very hesitant to come in. Speaking of this, Nishang looked at Ye Man with admiration, "Clairvoyant, only Gongzi can make such a powerful thing." ”

Ye Man's eyes of worship of Ni Shang felt ashamed, this is all left over from the Chinese ancestors, in fact, if it weren't for the fear of being too high-profile, Ye Man would have made everything he could think of.

Not only the telescope, but also winemaking, perfume, etc., are all invented by the young master, I really don't know what the young master has in his head, not only is it both civil and military, but also invents a lot of strange things, if it weren't for living with the young master for more than ten years, Nishang still thinks that the young master is the reincarnation of the God of Wealth!

Palace.

The palace is heavy and beautiful, like a silver snake flying, pavilions and pavilions, dense layers.

The red lantern was hung high on the mansion of Princess Qianwu, and Lin Qianwu, the fourth princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty, was wearing a moon-white dress, tilting her little head, holding a pen in her hand, as if she was thinking about something?

At this time, a little eunuch ran over quickly and hurriedly said, "Princess, long live the lord is here." When Lin Qianwu heard this, her sleepy eyes and hazy feeling immediately disappeared, and she became serious and radiant.

Correct attitude, sit posture, hold the pen hand, began to act, the movement did not stop, and immediately wrote a poem, the handwriting dragon and phoenix danced, faintly there is a grandmaster style.

An imposing middle-aged man Shi Shiran wearing a ninety-five dragon robe walked over, this middle-aged man has a strong aura and sharp eyes, and it seems that nothing can block the way under his feet!

This person is none other than Lin Chaofan, the emperor of the current Great Zhou Dynasty!

Lin Chaofan walked over quietly with an old eunuch, and the two eunuchs outside the princess's room were about to salute, Lin Chaofan put his hand on his mouth and signaled, and the two little eunuchs hurriedly shut up.

Lin Chaofan walked in, saw his daughter writing hard, nodded with satisfaction, just stood like this, and watched quietly. About a tea time later, Lin Qianwu seemed to be tired of writing, raised her head and stretched her waist, as if she had just discovered the emperor's appearance, she was taken aback, and hurriedly got up and saluted: "Sons and daughters meet their father!"

"My son is flat!" Lin Chaofan hugged his daughter and said with a smile: "What is my son writing?"

"Jiang Chengzi!" Lin Qianwu showed a smug smile, and took the handwritten book to the emperor like a treasure, "Father, did you say that your daughter wrote it well?"

"Fluttering snow falling all over the city, lonely sails on the river walk in two, autumn water and moon lighting by the lake, life and death will never be abandoned. ”

This is his lyrics, once he wrote this poem to the woman he loved the most, ten years ago, the beautiful woman died of illness!

The middle-aged man sighed, and his eyes looked at Lin Qianwu even more kindly.

"Father, what are you looking for me today?" Zhang Xuewu said with big eyes.

"I ......" Lin Chaofan opened his mouth, his daughter is not young, sixteen years old, it's time to set up a marriage for her, this time, the old lady Yang Wanli, who has done her best for the country, pulled down her old face to propose marriage to her son Yang Jianren, and asked to marry the princess, Lin Chaofan originally wanted to agree, but this time when he saw the poem written by his daughter, he suddenly thought of his beloved wife holding his hand before dying, and said with tears: "The concubine has nothing else to ask for, just ask Your Majesty to take care of the dance, let her find a wishful Langjun she likes, so, the concubine Jiuquan should be... Look... Purpose..."

In order to consolidate Huangquan, Yu'er, I will eventually lose you.

Lin Chaofan sighed lightly, his eyes highlighted the color of loneliness, and he smiled: "It's okay, my father is here to see you!"

"Father, it's been a long time since you've kicked shuttlecock with your son!" Lin Qianwu said with a smile.

"Haha, okay, my father will play with you for an hour today. ”

"Thank you, Father!"

Imperial garden, rockery rockery, hot spring fountain, so magnificent, between the lush trees, the father and daughter kicked the shuttlecock, surrounded by a large circle of guards guarding.

After kicking for a while, Lin Qianwu helped Lin Chaofan to the boulevard to rest, Lin Chaofan looked at the rose-red shuttlecock in his daughter's hand, and said with a smile: "Ye Man, the son of Shendu, is really a genius of heaven, not only invented printing, but also invented this shuttlecock, fan, chess and other obscene skills, and is really a great talent!"

"Shendu Gongzi Ye Man, Father, I've heard of it too, he's the younger brother of Sister Yue'er!" Lin Qianwu said with big eyes. Lin Chaofan frowned when he heard the words Sister Yue'er, but looking at his daughter's innocent gaze, he softened again, and didn't seem to want to dwell on this topic, stood up, and said gently: "Wu'er, you have a good rest, my father has gone to correct the chapter!"

"Good!" the little princess looked very disappointed.

Lin Chaofan showed an apologetic look on his face, "Wu'er is really sorry, my father is busy, and when I have time, my father will definitely accompany you." ”

"Well, I'll wait for my father. Lin Qianwu smiled, but the disappointment in her eyes was obvious.

Lin Chaofan left with a guilty feeling, and after he and the old eunuch walked out of the garden and disappeared, Lin Qianwu's expression became happy, and he wrinkled his little nose and said: "Fortunately, this princess Bing Xue is smart, otherwise she will be married home by the stupid Yang Jianren." The people present were all Lin Qianwu's cronies, and when they saw this scene, their faces showed amusement.

As early as three days ago, the third prince had already told the princess that the old lady Yang Wanli had officially proposed to the emperor for his son Yang Jianren, and Lin Chaofan was still thinking about it, so the little princess wrote the poem "Jiangchengzi Yan Acacia".

Yang Jianren, known as the little overlord of Shendu, has a fight with Ye Manyou, the son of Shendu, but Ye Man's reputation is a fierce name, and his reputation is notoriety, not as famous as Shendu Gongzi for martial arts, he is famous for doing bad things that have lost his conscience.

Lin Qianwu felt that if she married someone like that, she might as well die.