"Niangniang, Niangniang, Xiao Zhaozi is here." As soon as Qing'er heard Zhao Wujiang's voice, she jumped up from the stool at once.

She hurriedly opened the door and saw Zhao Wujiang standing outside the door, dressed in black, with a slender figure, a face like a crown of jade and sword eyebrows, handsome and beautiful.

Qing'er raised a smile and smiled sweetly: "You are here, Lord Zhao." ”

Zhao Wujiang rubbed Qing'er's head full of green silk, this time Qing'er just pouted and didn't dodge.

Stepping into the room, Wu Meiniang's delicate and beautiful face smiled lightly, and her grace was peerless.

He saw the pastries on the table, apparently carefully prepared.

He didn't have breakfast yet, so he sat down at the table.

Zhao Wujiang was about to pick up a piece of pastry, when Qing'er's little hand "snapped" and hit the back of his hand.

Whispered reminder:

"I don't like people to eat her pastries without their consent.

Last time, I was a little hungry and greedy, so I was slapped by my mother. ”

Qing'er was aggrieved.

Wu Meiniang heard Qing'er's aggrieved appearance, and said gently: "Lord Zhao, what do you like, don't be restrained, just take it." ”

Zhao Wujiang looked at Wu Meiniang's pretty face with Hongxia, smiled, and picked up a piece of pastry with a big grin and put it in his mouth.

The smell of osmanthus is also a little tangerine peel, sweet and sour, fragrant, color, and fragrance...... Zhao Wujiang savored it, it seems that Wu Meiniang's craftsmanship is still good.

"How's it taste?"

Wu Meiniang's eyes were burning, she looked at Zhao Wujiang's handsome face, and asked expectantly.

"How does it taste, tell me Xiao Zhaozi."

Qing'er looked at Zhao Wujiang with a blank look in her eyes, and she couldn't help it.

"The entrance is soft, sweet and sour, it melts as soon as it is sipped, and the aftertaste is even fresher, Niangniang is really a good craft, if you can eat the dim sum made by Niangniang every day!"

Hearing Zhao Wujiang praise her craftsmanship seriously and sincerely, Wu Meiniang looked at Zhao Wujiang with a bright and pretty face, and a pool of autumn water rippled in her eyes.

Half an hour later, Wu Meiniang was lying on the bed, her face flushed.

Zhao Wujiang was ready to give her an injection.

One course of acupuncture has ended, and now another course is being taken.

As for the total number of treatments, it all depends on Zhao Wujiang himself.

This time, the needle application site is on the chest, which is different from the previous injection, and this time the mentality of the two is different.

After all, what should be seen and what should not be watched, Zhao Wujiang has seen it.

After a while, the silver needle was inserted into Wu Meiniang's body, and Wu Meiniang finally couldn't help but sigh, and her demeanor was unusually charming.

Worst...... Zhao Wujiang listened to this seductive voice.

He took a deep breath, steadied himself and continued to administer the needle.

Wu Meiniang looked at Zhao Wujiang, and her handsome face made him look sideways frequently.

Then, her eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the hem of Zhao Wujiang's shirt.

Well?

Suspecting she had mislooked, she took another look.

This......... Wu Meiniang was short of breath, thinking of something, her face was full of disbelief.

She didn't say anything, her hands covering her red lips.

After a long time, Zhao Wujiang finished administering the needle to Wu Meiniang and left Zhaoyi Palace.

"Niangniang, Lord Zhao is gone, don't look at it."

But Wu Meiniang's gaze was still motionless, and she even forgot the heat on her face......

"Qing'er, what do you say Lord Zhao would do if he were a real man?"

"That's naturally the best man in the world, but it's impossible, alas, Lord Zhao was clean on the first day he entered the palace......"

"Who is pure?"

"The slave doesn't know."

Wu Meiniang sighed lightly in her heart, could it be that she just read it wrong?

That's it, maybe this palace is dazzled...... How could he be a real man......

……

The day of the imperial examination.

Outside the Provincial Palace of the Secretary.

Many candidates have already gathered, and there are two groups of people standing clearly.

A group of people dressed in brocade clothes and costumes, constantly talking and laughing, are the official candidates of the Sixth School of the National Son, and the children of nobles.

And the other group of people, most of whom are wearing simple Confucian shirts, are the township tribute candidates who have passed the autumn in various states and counties, and are the children of the poor family.

In the circle of nobles, the vast majority of people are surrounded by one person, with curiosity and admiration in their eyes. Keep complimenting the person.

"Brother Cui, thank you for sending us off, you came early in the morning to send us to participate in the scientific examination, and my little brother was really moved."

"Yes, thanks to Brother Cui, I have a lot of talent, and I think this scientific expedition will be smoother."

"Brother Cui turned out to be a poet in the Qingping tune of Yuman Chang'an, and the younger brother really admires it very much."

“......”

Surrounded by everyone was Cui Anshan of the Qinghe Cui family, and at Cui Anshan's dinner before, he came to see them off in the examination room at the request of a group of talented people.

A group of talented and beautiful women kept praising him for his poetry and talent, touting him as an immortal in the world's poetry, his expression became more and more proud, and his heart fluttered.

"It's really a blessing for the younger brother to have the honor to know Brother Cui."

Zhu Chengxiao smiled:

"However, yesterday I heard that there was a young man who impersonated Brother Cui's Qingping as a poet, which is simply despicable."

"Oh? And such things? I didn't expect there to be such a brazen person in the world! ”

A candidate next to him chimed in.

When Cui Anshan heard Zhu Chengxiao's words, his heart chuckled, and he felt a little empty, he thought of the "little eunuch" Zhao Wujiang he met during the harem poetry meeting.

Whew, but he's just a little eunuch...... It shouldn't be possible to leave the palace, let alone come here, right?

Cui Anshan slandered in his heart, comforted himself again and again, and began to accept the praise with peace of mind.

A gathering place for the disciples of the cold sect.

A handsome young man in a gray Confucian shirt was reciting in his heart what he might have to do in today's imperial examination.

On one side of him, a chubby young man with small round eyes was talking.

"Brother Zhang? Shall we go up and have a few conversations? ”

The fat young man's name was Jia Baoyi, and he looked at the place where the nobles and children gathered with envy.

"There's no need, if you want to go, go there." The young man in the gray shirt spoke lightly, his expression indifferent.

His name is Zhang Weimin, and the fat young man Jia Baoyi was met when he was staying in the hotel.

"The Book of the Ministry of Rites, the Imperial Doctor, and the Servant of the Ministry of Officials have arrived!"

With a summons, the Imperial Doctor of the Ministry of Rites and the Servant of the Ministry of Rites walked slowly, and they had already arrived at the gate of the Provincial Hall of Shangshu.

"See the invigilator, see the examiner."

When the candidates saw the glazed cyan jade plaque and the big red jade plaque hanging in front of them, they knew their identity.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu looked at the candidates at the door of the store, looked at them full of energy, and nodded with satisfaction.

Zhu Youci, the servant of the ministry, looked around and did not find Zhao Wujiang and Wang Yifang.

He glanced at his beloved nephew Zhu Chengxiao, and Zhu Chengxiao gestured to signal that everything was ready, just waiting for the target Zhao Wujiang to appear.

......