Following.

Night Terror, dressed in a black official robe, rode a big horse to the vicinity of Mingyu Tower, and turned over and dismounted outside the yamen.

The catcher who was standing guard at the door, seeing this, hurriedly ran up to catch the reins and greeted respectfully:

"Meet the Night-sama!"

"No Gifts, No Gifts, No Gifts......"

"Bird-sama is early!"

"Tsk~......"

After a few polite words at the door, the night terror hall carried the bird into the yamen, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the general flag king Chihu coming out of it, and said with a smile:

"Oh, Brother Ye is here, this is the grandfather of the country, why did he come to the yamen in person......"

Although Wang Chihu's official position is low, his biological father is Wang Yin, the Duke of Zhenguo, and he is the cousin of King Shengshangjing.

Night Terror came to him and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, don't laugh, you are all saddle King Jing before and after the horse, where do I dare to rest at home and be powerful." I heard that Brother Wang will have to go to the foreign embassy tomorrow? ”

Wang Chihu is the eldest son of the prince of Zhenguo, and he will have to take over in the future, and these occasions with the high-level of Beiliang will definitely have to be sent in to experience and study. He nodded:

"We have to go through the motions, and when the time comes, let's drink ours, and let Chen Shilang say it." Yo~ This bird went out for a long trip, why is it not thin at all, or is it round? ”

"Tss

Bird bird fried on the spot!

Night Terror Hall hurriedly held down the bird, and did not delay Wang Chihu to be busy with business, but asked:

"King Jing didn't go to the court today?"

"There is no morning court meeting today, King Jing rested in Mingyu Tower, studying poetry and songs. You are busy first, and I will go around the streets, lest King Jing will say that I am lazy later......"

"Hehe......"

After watching Wang Chihu leave, the night terror hall entered the yamen, first asked the head of the yamen to help find some information, and then came to the sanatorium on the side of the yamen.

After She Longhe was injured, after more than ten years of recuperation, although he could not take out his post on a temporary basis, he was competent enough to be a civilian; Because it was okay to be idle at home, he recuperated in the yamen, and while enjoying the benefits of the yamen, he reviewed various cases.

Night Terror Hall visited the injured gradually in the study, and then went to look for She Long, only to find that She Long was completely idle, and ran to the dungeon below Mingyu Tower, chatting with Liu Qiansheng.

Liu Qiansheng was not imprisoned in a dungeon, but after an assassination, for safety reasons, he was assigned the same position as Qiu Tianhe, living in Heiya to help deliver food every day.

When Night Terror Hall entered the dungeon, he found Liu Qiansheng, dressed in snow-white hair, carrying a large rice bucket, walking slowly along the aisle.

She Long hung his right arm on his shoulder, and said as he walked:

"Jiang Zahu is worthy of being Liu Lao's apprentice, with a long fist in one hand, the scalp of the night master was numb, and he went back and forcibly held back a move 'Black Wind Poisonous Dragon Drill', and attacked the door with a gun as a gun, which was extremely domineering, and King Gou Chen died in this move. Liu Lao thinks that this move of Lord Ye can break Jiang Zahu's fists and feet? ”

"Breaking can be broken, but Lord Ye is a fresh kung fu, and if he has used it on Sima Yue, there will be no second Wu Kui who will be hit again."

"Yes...... Eh, Lord Night! ”

……

Night Terror came to him, raised his hand and saluted, and then interjected with a smile:

"Liu Lao is not authentic, Jiang Zahu has a unique move to recruit Liu Laojiao, and he can break the wind palm, and he didn't tell me. I bumped into it this time, and I suffered from that trick and was almost killed. ”

Liu Qiansheng was carrying the rice bucket, and pride flashed in his eyes:

"No matter what Jiang Zahu does, he is also an apprentice of an old man, how can he not be able to do both jobs; The old man has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for 80 years, and he has hidden a lot of real kung fu, and he has new insights in the past 20 years, even Jiang Zahu can't, but he is old and forgetful, and the court wants to learn it all, so he has to be a little patient. ”

Night Terror Hall is not an apprentice, and he also knows that Liu Qiansheng has taken out all the family funds, so he will hand over his life to the imperial court, and he must not urge, but he just said:

"I'm curious about this trick, can Liu Lao wake up one or two? I'll see if I can figure it out for myself......"

Liu Qiansheng, as an old boxer, may be too old to keep up, but his fist and foot attainments will not be less than half a point, and he is hiding far more than this trick, and he is not stingy at the moment, raising his right hand and raising it flat:

"The old man only feeds one trick, whether he can realize something or not depends on the manifold of the night."

Night Terror's face was a little solemn, and when his left hand was negative, his right hand was raised to make a block, and he secretly used the Wind Palm Method to perceive.

Liu Qiansheng held the rice bucket in his left hand, raised his right hand flat, and pointed his fingertips on the palm of the Night Terror Hall, and his demeanor was understated.

Night Terror Hall touched Liu Qiansheng's fingertips, and everything was as usual, but at a certain moment, he suddenly found that Liu Qiansheng's body had changed, and the energy condensed in his hand disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if he had been forcibly evacuated.

Before he could perceive it clearly, the disappeared qi suddenly rushed out with several times more power, his fingers bent into fists, and an inch fist fell on the palm of his hand, and the qi immediately exploded.

Boom~

There was a muffled sound.

The body of the Night Terror Hall was shocked with the naked eye, and the wrist guard and tether were directly broken, and the whole person slid back along the black stone floor tiles for more than half a zhang, and after stopping, it was visible that the palm of the palm was shocked red.

After Liu Qiansheng punched, he shook his right hand and sighed:

"It's really strong, it's like a steel plate. How does it feel? ”

She Long didn't understand it at all, only to see that Liu Qiansheng understated and shook the night terror hall back by half a foot, and his eyes couldn't help but show surprise:

"Good kung fu!"

Night Terror Hall also shook his right hand, and after thinking about it carefully, he nodded and said:

"It's really good kung fu, and I can't go out of the door for a few days."

Few days?

It took Liu Qiansheng many years to condense such a unique skill from countless martial arts, and when he heard this, he was directly speechless.

But seeing the comprehension of the Night Terror, he really couldn't say that the Night Terror Hall didn't know the height of the sky, so he turned around and walked into the cell at the moment, and pointed:

"Martial arts is like calligraphy and painting, at first they are copying everyone's skin, and then they understand their inside, and so on the heads of hundreds of schools are familiar with their hearts, and they want to become a generation of grandmasters, which is nothing more than groping in their own accumulation and finding a road that has not been walked by their predecessors.

"Ninety percent of the people in the world are falling in the 'understanding' level, and they can't understand it at all, so they can only practice hard thinking, and you have this understanding, it is really God's appreciation to eat, and now you should learn more, whether it is good or bad, you are familiar with it, and so on set the strengths of hundreds of schools in one, these unique 'unique skills', for you are nothing more than a little trick that will be seen at a glance......"

The Night Terror Hall is indeed going to a hundred schools now, listening to the explanations of these people who have come over, it is better to listen to the words of the king than to read for ten years, and when he was secretly thinking about it, he suddenly found a shout coming from under the well of the prison cell:

"Ouch! Night Adult! You're here! If you don't punish my brothers and sisters for hard labor, this place is really not human......"

Night Terror Hall was stunned for a moment, looked down, and found that in the cell below was the second king of Yanzhou, who was already a little raw, and turned his head and said:

"They're still locked up?"

She Long blinked, a little dazed:

"Uh...... What does the night mean? ”

As he spoke, he wiped his neck and asked if he should dispose of it secretly.

Night Terror Hall thought about it, as far as these two fools were concerned, it would be too merciful to let them go after three or four months; Directly slaughtered and indeed a bit of abuse of criminal law, he immediately said:

"Beiliang secretly sent a lot of people over, and it may not be possible to find out all of them just by relying on the Yamen people. Let them take turns to go out and be bad people, and find Hua Ling, these masters of Beiliang. The sentence is calculated as 20 years, and if you find one sentence that is reduced by one year, you can not find a crime with a first-class sentence until death. The opportunity has already been given, and if you can't hold it, don't blame the court for not being emotional. ”

She Long thinks this method can be used. The yamen is also in the office, and it is impossible to make the arrest quickly set up a military order, and if it can't be found, it will be cut; The prisoner is different, if he can't find it, he can't ask for death, and this subjective initiative can't go to heaven. Hurry up and arrange it now......

——

On the top floor of Mingyu Building, in a large study.

Dongfang Liren sat behind a large desk, with several booklets in front of him, which were the deeds sent by the palace for her to comment, as well as calligraphy and paintings sent from Beiliang through various channels.

In the study, there is also a woman in her thirties, the daughter of the national prince in the city, who was also a well-known talent in the capital ten years ago, but now she has long been married and rarely shows up again, and outsiders are generally called Mrs. Zhou.

At this time, Mrs. Zhou sat in front of the desk, looked at all kinds of calligraphy and paintings, and said:

"The Great Wei Wude is abundant, there are many heroes among the people, and the literary atmosphere is not weaker than that of the Northern Liang. However, I don't know if the saint and His Royal Highness are too talented, and there have been some talented women in the capital in the past two years.

"And Yanjing is different, there is a strange woman, known as the 'little chess saint', the four masterpieces of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, this time it seems that she also came with the envoy team. If Beiliang deliberately provokes, no one in Yun'an will be able to pick it up, and I am afraid that he will have to deal with it when the time comes......"

Dongfang Liren looked at a picture of the snow scene in his hand, his eyes were extremely serious, and there was a three-point solemnity between his eyebrows, obviously aware of the menacing appearance of Beiliang.

The Beiliang envoy entered the customs, and the private deception was put aside for the time being, but on the surface, it was indeed communicating and mutually beneficial.

The way of communication is that the foreign envoy of the Northern Liang Dynasty brought the talents of this dynasty to Yun'an to study for a period of time.

For example, those who study medicine go to visit Dr. Wang, those who study tailors go to visit Fan Jiuniang, those who study calligraphy, piano and chess go to visit the famous Confucian scholars, and so on.

The two dynasties fought openly and secretly all year round, and generally did not teach the real things to the students of the enemy country, so this was almost the only opportunity for young talents to contact each other's academic masters, Zhang Jinglin studied in this way from the old doctor Wang.

And Da Wei is not a good old man to teach for free, Beiliang is good at sideways, strange and skillful, although the martial arts feel that they do not talk about martial arts, but the court also understands that these things are on a modern business, how serious the consequences are.

For this reason, there are also many young talents, who go to Yanjing to study abroad, visit Zhongsun Jin and other figures, as for whether they can learn the real thing, whether they can successfully bring it back to Dawei, both sides rely on their own abilities.

For these reasons, even if they knew that there were killers lurking in the ranks of the envoys, the court would not be able to openly censor and arrest people; After all, if you catch me, I will arrest both sides, and both sides will lose money, and in the end, only those loyal people who have left their homeland to be loyal to the country will suffer.

The only things that the two sides can clean up are people like Hua Ling. Send the top master to the other party's capital, and don't report it in advance, no matter how you count it, there is a suspicion of assassination, Beiliang is not easy to explain the motive, even if Da Wei finds out and slaughters it, it is considered that nothing has happened on the table of both sides.

Both sides tacitly abide by the rules and do not move, and the normal students who go to the enemy country to visit are certainly not ordinary arrogance.

For example, in a martial arts game or something, they all ruthlessly step on the opponent's feet; If the empress or Emperor Liang watched from the side, she would step on it even harder.

During the previous dynasty, there was a big scene of playing ten chess games and being kept clean by the Northern Dynasty, which made the emperor of the previous dynasty directly angry, and he had to grit his teeth and praise the young people of the Northern Dynasty afterwards.

This year's martial arts competition or something, there is a young talent who is less than twenty years old in the Night Terror Hall, Beiliang will definitely not dare to mention it, and other aspects will definitely intensify and get his face back.

Dongfang Liren saw this Yanjing's first talented woman, Mobao, and knew that the situation was not good, Yun'an couldn't find a talented woman who could take over, and in the end, I was afraid that only she would be on it, and she might not be able to suppress it.

Dongfang Liren carefully studied the countermeasures, and before he could find out the obvious weakness, he heard footsteps outside the door, and a maid came to the door and bowed down:

"Your Highness, the Night Boy is here."

Mrs. Zhou has heard of the famous name of the night terror hall for a long time, and today she came to accompany King Jing to discuss calligraphy and painting, naturally she wanted to meet the upstart of the current dynasty who was both beautiful and beautiful, and her eyes moved slightly when she heard the words.

But Dongfang Liren knows how amazing the appearance and temperament of the Night Terror Hall is, and Mrs. Zhou is married again, probably because she is afraid of causing some big problems, so she did not let the Night Terror Hall come up, but said:

"This king is entertaining, let him wait for a moment."

"Yes."

Mrs. Zhou saw that Dongfang was so far away from the prince's shelf, and she couldn't help admiring it in her heart, and said:

"Your Highness is really a heroine among women, if I have such a powerful Lang Jun, where do I dare to let him wait, always follow me to serve tea and pour water, I will be worried about being disliked by Lang Jun."

"Mrs. Zhou is too humble......"

Dongfang was away from what people said lightly, but in fact, his heart had already drifted to the night terror, and he pretended to be calm and chatted for a while before asking the maid to send Mrs. Zhou back to the house.

Dongfang left the people on the balcony to watch, until Mrs. Zhou disappeared between the verandahs, then she tidied up her clothes and walked quickly downstairs to look for it.

The fourth floor of Mingyu Building is a bedroom, and the next three floors are the collection room, the first floor is a weapon, and the second and third floors are all kinds of cheats, of course, there is no shortage of various ink treasures.

Dongfang Liren looked in the room where the martial arts cheats were placed, but he didn't find the night terrors, and when he was confused, he suddenly heard a message from downstairs:

"Here."

Dongfang Liren kept his demeanor and came to the room downstairs unhurriedly, but saw that Night Terror Hall was dressed in a black official robe, standing in front of the desk, with a pair of calligraphy and paintings in front of him to study carefully, and there was pen and ink next to it.

？

Dongfang Liren raised his eyebrows, a little funny, slowly came to him, and teased:

"As soon as you were crowned the Duke of the Kingdom, you began to learn the elegance of vassals? In a few days, do you want to take a few more concubines to support the façade? ”

Night Terror Hall was waiting in the building just now, and when he had nothing to do, he studied the stupid collection, trying to find a more powerful calligraphy student, and went back to deceive the water teacher.

However, this thought, Night Terror Hall is naturally not a good saying, he moved the chair over, sat down on the big clumsy shoulder, and then stood behind him and asked:

"If you don't have a lot of skills, you just learn casually, so as not to fall in the face of His Highness. Who wrote it? It's beautiful. ”

Dongfang Liren is indeed stupid in terms of martial arts, but Qinqi, calligraphy and painting are real masters, and Mobao can use them to reward his courtiers, but he is not like someone in the palace who only dares to use it to reward the night terror.

Seeing the stupid curiosity and inquiry, Dongfang Liren put on the posture of a famous Confucian, brushed his sleeve with his left hand, and wrote on the white paper with a pen, the pen style and calligraphy and painting were the same, and at the same time explained:

"This is the authentic handwriting of Zhao Songting, the former saint of the pilgrimage, and its words are rigorous and neat, dangerous and cold, hmm...... Just like your appearance, handsome but not demonic, strict but not powerful, for the world's rare good products, the plaque in the Cheng'an Palace's 'Changle Wuji' is Zhao Songting's handwriting for the saint's treasure, and I have to watch it several times a day......"

Night Terror Hall stood behind, carefully observing Clumsy's technique, secretly dismantling what Clumsy was saying, but he didn't hear clearly.

Dongfang Liren unhurriedly copied a word, and said that he didn't see a response from the Night Terror Hall for a long time, and said that the Night Terror Hall was the same as her martial arts, and she didn't know what to say when she heard it, and she didn't blame it, put down the pen, picked up the paper and looked at it:

"What do you think?"

Night Terror Hall knows that Clumsy must be good at writing, not to mention the shape and rhyme for the time being, there is obviously a 'soul' between the lines, and he can see Clumsy's personal style, which is 108,000 miles higher than him.

However, in order to tease the girl, Night Terror Hall did not praise it directly, but raised his hand:

"Why don't I try?"

Dongfang Liren blinked, a little funny, and handed the pen to Night Terror:

"Your martial arts talent is so high that this king is ashamed of himself, but in terms of calligraphy and painting, this king has to consider it for several years...... ......"

Brush Brush Brush ......

Night Terror stood behind the chair, leaned over slightly, put down the pen neatly, and copied the clumsy handwriting in the blank space on the paper.

Dongfang Liren was still holding his head high, but when he looked at it, he realized that something was wrong.

She frowned and looked back carefully, and raised her hand to pinch the face of the night terror, probably wondering if the handsome and peerless boy behind her was disguised by Zhao Songting, who deceived the corpse.

Written like Zhao Songting, Dongfang has seen a lot of people, but it is exactly the same, even the place where the play is perfectly reproduced, she is really the first time to see it, if it weren't for the night terror standing behind, she could think that it was rubbed in the printing workshop.

After Night Terror finished writing a line, he stopped and raised an eyebrow:

"How? Is there any charm of Zhao Songting? ”

Dongfang Liren's eyes widened, obviously a little confused, and only after a while did he turn his head to look at the handwriting:

"Who did you learn this from?"

"Self-taught."

Night Terror Hall turned around with a pen, and looked a little meaningful:

"This is a gun, paper is a person, with my marksmanship, it is not easy to leave exactly the same traces on paper?"

“……”

Dongfang Liren blinked, and suddenly found that he still underestimated the talent of the Night Terror Hall.

Is that okay?

After Dongfang Liren studied it carefully for a while, he felt that the writing was really good, but there was still something wrong, and after thinking about it, he shook his head and said:

"The words are not written like this, and if you write them like this, you can only deceive the layman, or go to falsify. A true connoisseur, not to say that he has his own school, at least has to have his own ideas, how can he copy them all regardless of right or wrong, good or bad......"

Night Terror Hall shrugged slightly: "I'm a ranger, it's good to write like this, Your Highness doesn't reward it, and you still say that I, alas, ......"

Dongfang Liren opened his mouth, thinking that it was also, and nodded again at the moment:

"This king didn't say that you are bad, but there is still room for improvement. Well...... What reward do you want? ”

Night Terror Hall glanced down at the fat-headed dragon, and then raised his gaze:

"This must depend on what His Highness means."

Dongfang Liren naturally noticed his gaze and took a slight breath, the fat-headed dragon became even fatter.

But for the sake of the surprise given to her by the Night Terror Hall, she didn't say anything, and after glancing left and right, she pulled her collar slightly apart, revealing the silky little clothes inside.

Night Terror Hall lowered his head and glanced into the bottomless collar, and wanted to raise his hand to touch it, but Dongfang Liren closed the collar and got up to take a few calligraphy and paintings:

"Your hands are so accurate, just copying others, it's too big and useless. This king teaches you a way, this is the calligraphy and painting of the past dynasties, this king points out to you some of the advantages of the major masters, you only remember the merits, don't care about others, and finally combine the muscles and bones of the major masters with charm, self-contained.

"As long as you can do it, the words you write, even if you still follow the cat and the tiger without your own style, you can still suppress the great Confucianism of the country; Even if the book saint comes, at most, it will be said that you have not yet formed a school of your own, and there is still room for growth, so I can't say that there is a problem with what you wrote. ”

As the saying goes, the avenue is the same way, and when the night terror hall heard this, it felt that it was the same thing as practicing martial arts, if it could combine the muscles and bones of the major martial arts, and take its essence to remove its dross, then the result would not be to integrate and return to the basics.

No wonder it is said that writing is practice, and calligraphy is swordsmanship......

Night Terror looked a little more serious, leaned over at the moment, and carefully looked at the strokes on the clumsy explanation paper.

"Calligraphy, the most famous works are none other than Zhao Songting and Wu Zhengyuan, 'Zhao Rugun, Wu Rujian', which refers to the calligraphy style of the two......"

Dongfang Liren was afraid that the night terror hall would not understand, and he said it in detail.

But after a few words, she understood why few grandmasters dared to teach Night Terror.

This exaggerated comprehension and inference is very annoying, and it is easy for the master to feel that the gap between him and the Night Terror Hall is bigger than the gap with the monkey.

Dongfang was even a little scared for a while, after all, if she taught both civil and military skills in the Night Terror Hall, she would not really be a big stupid who was useless except for her big chest.

But after all, no matter how powerful he is, he is also his lover, and Dongfang is not hiding his secrets, and after telling for a long time, Night Terror Hall brought tea, and she moistened her throat, and then took the time to say:

"The envoys of the Northern Liang will definitely find fault in the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, but unfortunately you are the chief official of the imperial court, and you can be regarded as the 'respected elder and famous man' on the side of the Great Wei, so you can only be a referee, and you will personally end the game as a big bully and a small disobedient person, otherwise you will definitely make those arrogant Northern Liang barbarians drop their jaws in shock......"

Night Terror Hall was a little tired from standing, so he picked up Da Ben and sat down, then let her sit on his lap, frowned, and said:

"It's okay to fight, these little tricks can also make the girl happy, where do you dare to take it out and show ugliness."

Dongfang Liren sat in his arms, because he was in a good mood, he didn't twist the night terror, and leaned on his chest, feeding the night terror hall and drinking tea:

"Don't be presumptuous, there are not many scholars who can make this king feel that he has a good understanding. Well...... By the way, haven't you read a lot of miscellaneous books? I don't remember that kind of difficult couplet, I haven't heard of that kind outside, and this king may have to use ...... in a few days."

Seeing that the clumsy was asking for him, the night terror hall was still more gentle, and his hand naturally slipped into the python skirt, gently twisting the red beads, and making a frowning and thoughtful color.

"Oh~......"

Dongfang was in direct contact with his fingers, without any cloth separation, and the irritated teacups were shaken.

However, she didn't stop it, but reminded in a domineering royal sister voice, and her voice was slightly cold:

"Night Terror, if you can't think of it today, don't blame this king for not being emotional. Woo~......"

The night terror hall twisted for a long time, until Da Ben's face turned red and he wanted to run, and then he spoke:

"Remember one, huh...... Panasonic Go pine nuts fall with the chess pieces, okay? ”

Dongfang was far from people's eyes, and felt that this couplet could embarrass the first talented woman in Yanjing to death, so he nodded and said:

"Yes, what about the next link?"

Night Terror Hall frowned slightly, and made a thoughtful and meditative look.

？

Dongfang Liren couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this, the talented woman of Beiliang couldn't help but be right, and she couldn't come out, so it wasn't a tie, what was the use of taking it out?

Seeing that the Night Terror Hall was thinking and meditating, Dongfang was anxious, but he didn't dare to urge, and found that the Night Terror Hall was aiming at the fat-headed dragon, and he understood the meaning - this color embryo was to be rewarded.

Dongfang Liren secretly gritted his silver teeth, and finally felt that war preparedness was important, turned around, and became face-to-face riding on his lap, keeping his head held high, his eyes were quite fierce, but he was silent, silently learning the movements of the chivalrous girl's tears, holding it himself, and leaning on the face of the night terror.

！

Seeing that Ben Ben was so sensible, he borrowed the old problem of leaving on the slope, leaned back in his chair and said:

"Chivalrous tears, it doesn't seem to be written like this."

“……”

Dongfang Liren naturally knew that the chivalrous girl was not wearing tears, and her eyes were slightly cold:

"You've got to make inches, don't you? If you can't think of the next link today, do you believe that this king chopped you up or not? ”

Seeing this, the Night Terror Hall had no choice but to give up and signal to continue.

Dongfang Liren bit his lower lip lightly, stepped forward slightly, and hugged the head of the Night Terror.

Because there is not much difference in height between each other, this action is very smooth, and the face of the night terror hall is buried tightly.

"Woo......"

Night Terror felt like it was being pinched by fate's throat, and he couldn't breathe at all, but he enjoyed it.

After being buried for a long time, he slid up his neck and whispered in his ear.

Dongfang Liren's face was red, but after hearing the answer, he nodded with satisfaction, and asked:

"Anything else?"

"Hmm...... This ......"

"You color embryo, is there any end?"

"I really can't remember, I'm not a reader......"

"You ......"

Dongfang had no choice but to leave people, and after holding it for a long time, he could only coax his relatives and hook up with the villain in front of him by any means......

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