Shangshu Mansion!

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On the side, there was an old man in a cyan robe, with a purple red blue belt around his waist. The old man's face was wrinkled, his hair was gray, and only half of it was black, but he was wise, sitting on a bench, holding a cup of hot tea, and then said slowly, "You lost......

The voice was calm, but it shook Chen Yang's body, and he looked at the elder in front of him incredulously.

Chen Wensheng, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, entered the career at the age of eighteen, and had a bumpy road, until he was twenty-eight years old to be appreciated by the King of Ming, which gradually entered the eyes of the people by the unknown figures, and then all kinds of great achievements followed, in just five years, there were outside the palace into the palace, and he was in the second grade, which was the book of the Ministry of Rites.

Now that he is nearly half a hundred years old, he is like a man who has experienced wind and frost, and he is a rare wise man in Bianjing City.

In the midst of the government and the opposition, he is at odds with each other, and how many people are his opponents? Now he is saying 'you lost' from his mouth, how shocking is this?

"Dad, I haven't lost yet, how can I lose? You haven't made a move yet, how can you lose?"

Chen Wensheng looked at his son and sighed softly, "You lost, I haven't made a move yet, and I've already lost, not to that Baizhan Hou, but to his son." ”

"Son, Fang Jingyun?" Chen Yang was stunned.

"Phew, what is Fang Jingyun? and that hundred battles wait for a virtue, only understand force, I'm talking about his second son who is outcast, I didn't expect that he could give birth to such a son after a hundred battles. ”

"Dad, what kind of climate can Fang Xiaoli become? ”

"Rebel!" Chen Wensheng scolded angrily.

"Yang'er is ignorant, please make it clear to your father!" Chen Yang suddenly didn't dare to speak.

"If you hadn't been slapped by those two slaps, I would have gone to the court and had a fight with those hundred battles, but you received those two slaps, and changed all the tastes, and became a child's house...... Heh~ That kid is very calculating, I thought that he had been out of town for ten years, and he was wild and untamable, but he didn't expect that even if he was unconscious, he would not pull Baizhan into the water. ”

"Yang'er, you were arrogant and never encountered setbacks before, this time, you should buy a lesson and think twice about everything in the future. ”

"Yes, Dad. ”

"Stand down. Chen Wensheng waved his hand.

"The child is gone. ”

It wasn't until Chen Yang withdrew from the room that Chen Wensheng's eyes narrowed, and he shook the teacup in his hand gently, "A hundred battles are waiting for fame and fortune, from ancient times to the present, there have never been bad rumors, and now there is an illegitimate child, what is his intention, he is unpredictable......"

"As for that party filial piety, if it is really as rumored, it is for the demons, and the old man will kill you with the "Demon Slaying Poem"! Even if you are the son of a hundred battles, you will not slack off!"

I don't know when, the Ministry of Rites Shangshu has an extra scroll in his hand.

This is the "Morning Ceremony" of the Kaiyuan Dynasty, similar to the morning newspaper, once a month, or even once a half month, and the records in it are all major events of the Kaiyuan Dynasty.

And in the most famous position of "Morning Ceremony", three words bloom like blood, representing the hope of the human race.

Demon Slayer Poem-

Full of Jianghong!

Chen Wensheng, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, gently stroked the three words with both hands, as if stroking his own child, "It's not a showman, it's not a lifter, it's not a jinshi, but it writes such a shocking poem about destroying demons, everyone can write it, as long as you have a heroic spirit, my human race will be prosperous, and within a hundred years, it will be the world!"

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The fragrance of flowers is lingering, like a lily, and there is the fragrance of the moon.

The animal bones in the house were burning, not hot, but with a hint of warmth.

Fang Xiaoli slowly opened his eyes, and having consciousness, it meant that the poison in himself had been resolved.

The unfamiliar environment around him made him a little distracted.

The bed curtain is woven from glazed gold silk, and a slender small sword hangs on the side of the bed, the sword body is simple and simple, without edge, but Fang Xiaoli took a few more looks.

There is a five-lin table in the room, and the tables and chairs are carved with dragon patterns.

In addition, the furnishings in the house are extremely simple, not extravagant, nor low-key.

The window is slightly open, and as far as the eye can see, a few pine and bamboo trees stand proudly, constantly climbing upward. Probably only this scene made Fang Xiaoli feel close to reality.

"This should be the 'Hundred Battles Wait' Mansion is the ......" Recalling the person he met before he fell unconscious, Fang Xiaoli made a conclusion in his heart.

"Squeak~"

It was the sound of the door being pushed open.

A pretty girl first poked her cheeks in, and when she saw that there was no movement, she breathed a sigh of relief and tiptoed into the house.

In her hand, she carried a basin of water for washing her face.

"I don't know if this second master is good at serving, but don't keep a straight face every day like the uncle, and be even more careful when serving, otherwise I won't know if I get whipped one day......"

Since he had the aura of Haoran, Fang Xiaoli has been deaf and clear-sighted. No matter how small the girl's voice was, he could hear it clearly. It's just that after hearing about it, he laughed dumbly in his heart, in Hanshan Town, how he is loved by all ages, but now that he is here, it is awe-inspiring.

For a while, he was playful, pretending to sleep, but wanted to tease each other.

No matter how much hardship he went through, after all, he was only a seventeen-year-old boy.

"Lang Zhong said that the second master's poison has been resolved, but the poison has entered his lungs, and he needs to rest for a day, it stands to reason that he should wake up, but how can he ......"

The maid muttered, placed the basin on the table, and gently came to the edge of the bed.

Fang Xiaoli was still waiting for the other party to approach and scare her, but the girl's next sentence almost made him collapse.

"Looks better than the uncle~ Hehe...... Oh, if the second master is ** sexual, he wants me to ...... The old lady has already instructed, if the second master has any orders, he will definitely meet him...... But, oops~" The girl's cheeks flushed for a moment when she thought of this.

Fang Xiaoli really regretted pretending to be asleep, otherwise he would not have heard such words, and in the embarrassment, his heartbeat accelerated a little, so he had to pretend to 'cough' to indicate that he was awake.

"Ahem~"

Who knew Fang Xiaoli's movement, the girl on the edge of the bed was so frightened that her soul flew away, and she hurriedly took a step back and knelt directly on the ground, "The second master atonements, the second master atonements!"

Fang Xiaoli slowly got up, and his eyes fell on the girl not far from the bed.

Judging from the figure, clothing, and previous tone, the girl in front of her should be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, about the same age as herself.

"Look up. Fang Xiaoli said lightly, and saw the girl's figure tremble violently, and said in a trembling voice, "Second master." ”

"Look up. ”

"Yes. ”

The eyes are like autumn water, or because of fright, the eyes are like autumn rain, warm and clear eyes, which makes people feel pity, Qiong's nose is a little red, and her cheeks are ruddy, which should be related to the weather, so that the girl in front of her is more jasper.

"Come here. ”