Wu Meiniang and Qing'er's answers sounded almost at the same time.

Qing'er heard Wu Meiniang's answer, and the pastries in her mouth didn't feel fragrant, she deflated her small mouth, aggrieved:

"Niangniang, you didn't paint Qing'er last time..."

Wu Meiniang's cheeks were pink, and her eyes were dodgy.

"Qing'er is so smart and lovely, how can a paintbrush be able to paint?" Zhao Wujiang broke the siege on the side.

"What about you?" Qing'er's face was full of suspicion.

"Me? I'm a rough man......" Zhao Wujiang said with a smile, a very rough man.

"Okay......" Qing'er's big eyes rolled slightly, looking at Zhao Wujiang, looking like I was very smart and had seen it a long time ago.

"Let's get started, sissy." Zhao Wujiang sat upright, his posture upright.

Wu Meiniang's eyes were full of autumn water, and her brilliance was shining, and she picked up her pen to paint.

In the painting, the young man stands in the skylight, handsome as a fresh coat and riding an angry horse.

……

In Chang'an City, the houses are like houses.

A luxurious mansion with interiors.

The eight-character beard squinted in his eyes, and the middle-aged man looked respectful, standing aside and waiting.

"How about this jade jue on the waist of this official?" The man in brocade carried it with one hand, his body swayed slightly from side to side, and he looked at himself in the bronze mirror.

Around his waist was a piece of purple jade in the shape of an ichthyosaur.

Looking at the brocade-clothed man in front of him, who was slightly ugly like a roe deer, the middle-aged man in his squinting eyes said flatteringly:

"The lord is rich and the god is jade, and the jade jue is just the icing on the cake."

Although he knew that it was flattery, the man in brocade still nodded with satisfaction:

"Very good, but remember, when you hear the wedding banquet, remember to call this official master."

"Good lord, obey the lord." Squinting, the middle-aged man bowed down.

The brocade-clothed man frowned, and he asked in a deep voice, "How are you preparing for another thing?" ”

"Don't worry, my lord, the surname Zhao is only a seven-rank martial artist, this time the villain will not give him any chance, he will definitely not be able to take five moves in my hands."

What's more, the villain has already planted people in the southeast of Chang'an, and it is impossible for him to leave Qujiang Garden alive. ”

The man in brocade straightened his shirt, and his eyes were full of fierce light:

"The old man doesn't like people to offend me! Especially such a handsome young student. ”

……

Meanwhile.

The night is coming, and the moon is rising.

Thousands of homes in Chang'an City are brightly lit.

Qujiang Garden in the southeast corner of the city, the imperial examination wedding banquet is in full swing preparations, and it is only an hour before the banquet begins.

There are thousands of empty alleys in the city, and tourists are bustling.

Outside the Qujiang Garden, the carriages and horses of the emperor's relatives and dignitaries are constantly parked, and the nobles in gorgeous costumes walk down, talking and laughing with each other, and the servants are guarding the left and right.

Zhao Wujiang was on his way on horseback.

The imperial examination banquet is also the "promotion banquet" and "teacher appreciation banquet" for students, and the protagonist is the candidates of the imperial examination.

The princes and nobles in Chang'an City will also take this opportunity to choose their favorite son-in-law of Chenglong.

In the Qujiang garden, some people beat the twilight drum, some people danced, talented and beautiful people gathered, and the silk and bamboo orchestral warbler and Yanyan were not lively.

"Drive!"

Zhao Wujiang was still on his way on horseback.

When he came, he changed his outfit, dressed in white and snowy, riding a horse galloping in the dust, and a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses.

The sound of horses' hooves, the crisp sound of the green jade gold medal on his waist, Zhao Wujiang rode his horse through the downtown area, dusted all the way, and finally arrived outside the Qujiang Garden.

He turned over and dismounted, handsome and sassy, patted the horse's back, and tied the reins.

Is this the prosperity of Datang? He sighed in his heart, riding a horse all the way, and the prosperity of Chang'an City was in full view.

Zhao Wujiang straightened his clothes, stood with his hands in his hands, and walked towards the garden.

He had a handsome face with a warm smile, as if no one was next to him and swept past a group of dignitaries.

"Who is this person, so arrogant, could it be tonight's champion? But what if it's a champion? Seeing my master, he didn't bow his head to see him? ”

The servant spoke, his voice shrill and thin.

"Smack!"

"Blind your dog eyes, dogs, don't you want to harm the master?"

As soon as the words fell, the servant's mean face was slapped heavily, it was his master, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites.

"Lord Zhao is the head of the imperial examination invigilators, he is wise and martial, and he is even more talented, which makes the old man admire." The waiter of the Ministry of Rites said in a loud voice, like that, for fear that Zhao Wujiang would not be able to hear it.

His servant covered his red and swollen face, his face was full of grievances, and he said in his heart, Master, you are not usually like this.

Everyone around looked sideways, looking at Zhao Wujiang's majestic back, all thoughtful.

"It's really handsome, and it's really disgusting to the official." The brocade-clothed man took his hand and looked at Zhao Wujiang's back and muttered softly.

Behind him, there was a middle-aged domestic servant standing respectfully, the servant's eyes were small, he touched his mustache, and his eyes were also gloomy and staring at Zhao Wujiang fiercely.

"Master Li, where did the villain say something wrong?"

An official kept talking with everyone, and when he heard Li Yifu's tone beside him a little cold, he thought that he had offended Li Yifu just now, so he hurriedly spoke.

He knew very well that the official of Zhongshu Province named Li Yifu on the side was fierce and small-bellied, and he would be revenged.

……

As soon as Zhao Wujiang stepped into the Qujiang Garden, he was greeted by the billowing red dust, the sound of warblers and swallows, the sound of admiration, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras.

Red dust, trapped my youth...... Zhao Wujiang held his head high, his air was magnificent, and his face was burning with arrogance.

He was going to Linyun Tower by the river.

Today, Li Zhihui brought Empress Wang and Wei Guo's wife Helan to the venue in person, and delivered a speech at Linyun Tower on the bank of the river to watch the grand occasion.

Zhao Wujiang's chest was full of energy, not in a hurry, and moved forward indifferently.

In the winding water, in a pavilion, a group of fat and thin girls are playing and playing.

"Huayi, is Lord Zhao really as you said, extraordinary bearing, handsome and dignified?" The slender and slender woman in pink asked.

Su Huayi's face blushed and said:

"That's natural, I noticed him on the day of the imperial examination, he is not only handsome, but also talented, as an invigilator, he treats students impartially."

"What? Proctor? Are you confused? Which invigilator is not a bad old man......"

"No, Lord Zhao is very young, with a jade face, how can he be an old man? He is also the poet of "Qingping Tune". ”

"What?" The girls exclaimed, Lord Zhao in Su Huayi's mouth is still the poet of "Qingping Tune"?

Their hearts are hot, and they also look forward to meeting this so-called Lord Zhao.

They usually stay in the boudoir, and rarely come out to show their faces, unlike Su Huayi, who is the granddaughter of General Su, the family of military generals, and acts in a hurry.

"Hey, sisters, look, whose son-in-law is that?" The girl in pink saw not far away, Fengshen Langyu, Zhao Wujiang who was dressed in white and won the snow.

The girls followed the sound and looked at it, and there were ripples in their hearts, whose son-in-law is this? So handsome!

"Lord Zhao?" Su Huayi covered his mouth and exclaimed.

"What? Is he Lord Zhao? Ah, painting clothes, what you said is true......" The girl in pink held her face, feeling her cheeks hot.