After a light snowfall, the weather cleared, and the Wende Bridge, surrounded by white walls and green tiles, had many beautifully dressed ladies and ladies.

The people who live here are all dignitaries, and most of the female dependents are not far behind, and with the well-built street mansions, the scenery can be described as pleasing to the eye.

Night Terror Hall dressed as an ordinary martial artist, walked slowly on the side of the street, and was still enjoying the beautiful scenery of the street, but after walking a few steps, he found a few noble ladies hanging out together, and cast interested glances, so that he could only change his eyes to not squint.

Xuanji Zhenren did not take off his hat, and found that the Night Terror Hall was posing as if it was not eating fireworks in the world, and joked:

"Hiding from what? There are a lot of noble ladies who live alone in Wendeqiao, and they can let go, as long as they go up to say hello, maybe they can be served by three or five beauties tonight, and they will give you the silver tomorrow morning, why don't you go over and try it? ”

Although the Night Terror Hall is hard-working and hard-working, he still doesn't dare to earn this kind of hard-earned money, so he raised his hand slightly and said:

"Shhhh

"It's just you and me, and no one hears me."

Xuanji Zhenren got a little closer and continued: "Could it be that you are in front of the teacher, and you are embarrassed to talk?" ”

Night Terror shook his head helplessly, but did not answer, and looked up at the Fan Kee tailor shop in the center of the street.

The Fan family has a lot of shops outside, but they are all run by apprentices, the main family does not do open business, and Wende Bridge has no storefronts, it looks like it is just a house from a distance, and the ladies and ladies of the princely family are generally tailor-made.

Today's weather is good, there are quite a lot of ladies and ladies who come to Fan's house to order winter clothes, and the door is full of sedan chairs; Some young ladies whose family backgrounds are not prominent enough even have to wait in line outside.

Seeing a large number of young girls and young women talking and laughing, Night Terror Hall inevitably felt a little pressured in his heart, and asked:

"I'll go in with Fairy Lu?"

Xuanji Zhenren has the intention of asking the Night Terror Hall to help choose, but when he is the emperor of the dynasty, he takes his apprentice son-in-law to buy underwear, and I am afraid that it will not sound good when it is passed out, so he is very empathetic:

"I'll pick it myself, you go and help buy some medicinal herbs, Qinghe needs to use it."

Night Terror Hall secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took out the silver ticket from his sleeve, and put it in Xuanji Zhenren's hand:

"Choose slowly, then I'll wait for you outside."

Xuanji Zhenren said that he would let the Night Terror Hall pay for the new one, so he naturally would not be polite, put away the silver ticket, and after saying the medicinal materials needed, he turned around and went to Fan's house.

The night terror hall watched in place, and when the white-clothed shadow disappeared from view, he shook his head and smiled, and turned back and entered the Wang Family Medical Hall on the same street.

There are a lot of people wandering on the street, but in a place like a medical center, business is obviously not affected by the weather, and there are not many people who come to the door.

At noon, the warm sunlight shone in through the doors and windows, leaving dappled light and shadow in the door of the lobby of the medical center; A few apprentices were pounding medicine in the backyard, making a soft sound of 'dong dong dong~', which made the hall filled with the fragrance of medicine even more secluded.

Mrs. Wang, dressed in winter clothes, leaned on the counter in front of the Baizi cabinet, did not shake the folding fan in her hand, but held a small incense burner, and listened carefully to the patient's soft complaints:

"In the first two years of marriage, I didn't give it, and he bought jewelry to coax me; It's good now, I buy literature and play calligraphy and painting to coax him, but he pretends to be stupid and doesn't touch it once in half a month......"

"Did you go around the round house silently and with your eyes closed, and you didn't do anything?"

"Hmm...... I'm my daughter's family, what else can I do? ”

"Alas~ I'll teach you, you'll go to Fan's shop later......"

……

Walking leisurely in the night terror hall, I walked to the door and heard this chatter, and my heart suddenly realized - my pure and lovely Luo Nuxia turned out to be taken crooked by Mrs. Wang......

Thinking of this, Night Terror's eyes couldn't help but show three points of admiration.

The admiration is not to thank Mrs. Wang for bringing crooked Ning'er, but to the young ladies of the scholarly family, most of whom are unaware of the interests and are ashamed to ask outsiders; As an official, the husband is not easy to mention these bells and whistles, and the husband and wife naturally become strangers once the novelty passes.

Mrs. Wang, as a doctor, carefully guided these things that could not be put on the table, and it seemed that she did not do her job properly and did not cure the disease, but she invisibly did not know how many couples' feelings continued, and she also cut off the incurable stubborn disease of 'illness born from the heart' in advance.

Night Terror stopped in front of the door, not wanting to disturb the little young woman who came to seek medical treatment from Mrs. Wang.

But the man suddenly appeared at the door, and Mrs. Wang still stopped talking, and her eyes lit up; The little young woman looked back, her face was slightly red, and she left the hospital through the side door with a few bags of medicine.

The night terror hall disturbed people's practice of medicine, and he was not too embarrassed, so he entered the door and said:

"Madame Wang."

Mrs. Wang faced the male patient, her demeanor was much more serious, she put down the incense burner, and bowed with a smile:

"The Duke of the Night Kingdom is coming, and the concubine is far away to welcome ......"

"Alas, Mrs. Wang is too polite, if you don't dislike it, just call Shaoxia the same as before."

"Hehe~"

Mrs. Wang didn't expect the Night Terror Hall to come, so she first looked up and down, and then asked:

"I heard that Yegongzi went out and was injured, but he came to visit the imperial doctor?"

Night Terror Hall came to the counter, shook his head and said, "The injury is not serious, it is basically healed, and I don't dare to bother the imperial doctor." I came here to buy some medicinal herbs and take them home to prepare. ”

Because there were more than 30 kinds of medicinal herbs to buy, and it was difficult to remember them orally, Night Terror Hall moved a pen and paper from the counter to write down what was needed.

Mrs. Wang waited beside her, and was also observing the night terrors, thinking about it and asking:

"I haven't seen Miss Ning'er for more than two months, she is not in the capital?"

"Yes, I went to Jiangzhou to visit relatives with my close friends, and I should be back a year ago."

"Oh...... Ye Gongzi's body is not ordinary, and he needs to be conditioned from time to time, Miss Ning'er is gone, isn't it only Miss Pei Jiasan who is waiting by her side? ”

“……”

Night Terror opened his mouth, it was not easy to respond to this, but he couldn't hide it from the doctor, so he could only laugh when he thought about it:

"There's a doctor by my side who is always paying attention, and there's nothing wrong with it at the moment."

The appearance of the Night Terror Hall is cold and upright.,Decisive and neat and abide by the right path.,If it's not a girl who is particularly close.,The first impression must be that kind of calm demeanor.、Don't value women's money.。

Mrs. Wang looked at it for a moment, a little worried that Sanniang was not sensible, and the night terror hall did not take the initiative to ask for it, resulting in her body not being well adjusted.

But as a woman, this kind of fact is not good to say to men.

Mrs. Wang was wondering whether to give a report to King Jing and let King Jing convey it on her behalf, when a sound suddenly sounded on the street outside the medical hall, from far to near:

Grunt~

"Miss, it seems to be here."

"The Holy Hand of the Apricot Forest...... That's a good word......"

……

The roots of the night terror's ears moved slightly, and it didn't feel like the sound of wheels, so he stopped his pen and looked back.

Outside the door, the sun was warm, and you could see two big maids passing by, talking on the side of the road and looking at the left side of the hospital.

Soon after, two shadows, one tall and one short, appeared on the window, and soon moved to the front of the door.

Behind is a slender maid, combed in a double bun, wearing a water-green winter skirt, with a pressed skirt and jade at the waist, looking more expensive than ordinary ladies.

The maid pushes a wheelchair with both hands, although it is wooden, but the wood and workmanship are not ordinary, and the landscape patterns are carved on it, and the seat backs are covered with white mink, and the overall look is very stable and comfortable.

The lady sitting on the wheelchair, looking at the face of seventeen or eighteen at most, wearing a dark purple skirt, or gradient color, the upper body is pure white, the color of the skirt gradually darkens to ink purple, and there are auspicious cloud patterns embellished, it looks like an ink painting, very beautiful but not leaking, very elegant.

Miss looks like she is from a scholarly family, with a strong bookish atmosphere, her eyebrows are like a light painting of distant mountains, her lips are like red beads, her long black hair is only tied obliquely behind her head with a wooden hairpin, and the rest is draped on her back.

Night Terror looked back, and then looked at the wheelchair that was sitting down, because it was not very good to have too much eye contact with the woman's family, so he put down the pen, walked to the right side of the hall, and took care of all kinds of old ginseng that he had put out to buy:

"Mrs. Wang is busy first, I'm not in a hurry."

Mrs. Wang's eyesight is definitely not bad, just at a glance, she can see that the girl outside the door is not Miss Wendeqiao, but her background is definitely not bad, she walked out of the counter at the moment, and asked with concern in her eyes:

"What's the matter with the girl's legs?"

The young lady outside the door, with impeccable manners, slowly got up with a wheelchair, stood upright like an ordinary person, and then bowed slightly:

"The little girl Hua Qingzhi, a northerner, practiced martial arts when she was young, and when she laid the foundation, she went wrong, hurt her muscles and bones, and visited countless famous families, and suggested that the little girl come to Yun'an to visit Dr. Wang, so ......"

When Mrs. Wang heard this, she chuckled in her heart.

Doctors outside, in the case of poor treatment, most of them will recommend more powerful famous doctors, and the most famous doctor in the world is Doctor Wang, all famous doctors directly push here, which can only be said to be an incurable disease.

The old lady Wang doesn't know how to do immortal arts, if you have a cure, you can naturally cure it, and if you don't get it, you can't do it, and in the end, it is basically recommended to go to the Xihai Zhubu and let the old witch doctors die as live horse doctors.

When Mrs. Wang saw such a beautiful girl, who had caused this catastrophe at such a young age, she naturally felt pity, and first held her wrist and looked at it, but found that the qi in her body was blocked.

Wufu's qi veins were interrupted, and he was still able to rely on the snow lake flowers to continue his veins, but the young lady in front of him was completely chaotic and blocked, Mrs. Wang had never seen this kind of condition when she was so old.

Madame Wang frowned, seeing how difficult it was for the girl to stand upright, she immediately held her arm to sit down, and then pushed the wheelchair up the specially built ramp on the side of the steps:

"This situation is really troublesome, I don't want to talk nonsense, it's cold outside, go sit first. I'll go and ask Mrs. Wang for a doctor, and I'll show you later. ”

Hua Qingzhi has seen a lot of doctors, knowing that there is no solution to this disease, and her heart has actually been downplayed, this trip is just to try her luck on the way, she smiled and said:

"Madame doesn't have to worry so much, my daily life is fine, and I have no problem living to be fifty or sixty years old, and I can sit and travel in the open, which is a blessing."

"Alas~"

Mrs. Wang, who has been in contact with many patients, sighed more and more when she heard this, knowing that this poor girl had lost hope, and there was no way to remain optimistic, so she had to face the reality with tenacity and optimism.

Grunt~

Mrs. Wang pushed Hua Qingzhi into the hall of the medical hall, and brought the incense burner to warm her hands and put it in her hand.

The tall maid who followed behind looked at the side of the hall, the man dressed as an ordinary martial artist, felt a little familiar, but he was too handsome, so she couldn't think about it at all, and when she found that the other party was looking over, she quickly turned her head and made a quiet appearance.

Hua Qingzhi was pushed to the counter, gossiping softly with Mrs. Wang, while the apprentice ran to the back to inform the old lady Wang, and his eyes never showed the slightest interest in the handsome man standing in the corner of the hall.

However, after saying a few words, Hua Qingzhi's eyes were suddenly attracted by something, put the incense burner on the counter, picked up the paper that was halfway written next to it and looked at it, and nodded slightly:

"Wu Shen Zhao Gu, Yang Muscle Shao Yun, this word is really special. Dare to ask Mrs. Wang, who wrote this? ”

Mrs. Wang secretly admired the appearance of the night terror hall just now, and really didn't pay attention to anything else, at this time, Miss Hua mentioned it, and then looked down, but this look, good guy!

The handwriting looks simple, but there is a doorway to hook and turn, and it is naturally self-contained; If it weren't for Miss Hua mentioning the four masters of calligraphy, she wouldn't have been able to see which school this character inherited from.

Although Mrs. Wang is not good at calligraphy, she is well-informed, and thinks that this word, even if it is the Wende Bridge where Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is placed, I am afraid that she can enter the top ten, if it is not for the night terror hall to be written, she does not believe that this is something that Wu Kui can write.

Mrs. Wang was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously turned her eyes to look at the night terror, wanting to ask, but felt that it was not appropriate for outsiders to be present.

And Hua Qingzhi naturally set her eyes on the black-clothed handsome boy on the side of the hall, and her eyes were obviously a little more surprised than Fang Cai, and said:

"This is written by Childe?"

Night Terror Hall was originally looking at the old ginseng, but when she heard the scholarly lady behind her, she just glanced at the doorway and made it clear, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

After all, he was busy for a while yesterday, and only under the guidance of the big stupid and stupid did he copy east and west, and made up a set of fonts that looked chic; Da Benben also patted his chest and promised that there would be no more than one hand in the entire capital that could see the doorway.

The result is good, he took it out and used it for the first time today, and passers-by saw through his underwear.

Stupid is really unreliable......

Seeing Miss Nahua asking, Night Terror didn't hear it, so he walked slowly to the counter and said with a smile:

"The girl has good eyesight. I'm just a martial artist, in order to support the façade, I often copy the works of the four major families, but I didn't expect the girl to see the door at a glance. ”

Hua Qingzhi probably felt that it was impolite to sit and talk, so she stood up with her wheelchair and bowed, and then sat down and said:

"Childe is too humble. The literati in the world are all copying the words of the four major families, and it is enough to learn the charm of one family, and to be able to be a talented man like Gongzi who integrates the strengths of the four families, the first time in the life of a little woman.

"This kind of skill, you only need to take one step further, you are a famous master of calligraphy, and the son is still so young, it is not impossible to become a contemporary calligrapher......

The Night Terror Hall has no soul of its own, and the pen and ink that should be left are stupid, and it is far from the transcendent sainthood, but seeing that this young lady did not say that he was piecing together, he was secretly relieved in his heart:

"The girl has an overreputation, there are countless people who have learned the likeness in the world, but there are very few people who can get out of their own style, and I am not only more similar to others than others, but I am far from everyone in the past."

Hua Qingzhi is very talented, and her eyesight is naturally not bad, and she understands that even if ordinary people hold a pen at the age of three and work tirelessly every day, they will not be able to write this effect.

After all, it is not difficult to be like a family, and to take the heads of the four families into one, it is purely talented.

Seeing that the handsome boy in front of him was so modest, Hua Qingzhi smiled and said:

"Childe has such talent, and it is a matter of time before he walks out of his own way. I don't know what Childe's current position is? Are there any other writings that have survived? ”

The words of the night terror hall are written by hand, and they are naturally happy to be praised by the girl, but they are ashamed to pretend to be literati, and immediately gesture to the saber on their waists:

"I am indeed a martial artist, I am currently working as a fast catcher in the Yamen, and I usually don't contact literati, this Mrs. Wang knows that the girl wants to discuss piano, chess, calligraphy and painting with me, but she is really incompetent."

Mrs. Wang knew how outrageous the resume of Night Terror Hall was, and she probably could make this young lady lose her mind if she said it, probably because she was afraid that Miss Hua would be sad when she knew that she couldn't climb high, so she also said:

"That's true, this son only came to the capital in April, and he is currently working as an official in the Yamen, and he doesn't dance and write much."

Hua Qingzhi is obviously a person who loves talents, and when she found that a young man with such outstanding talent could only be a leader in Dawei, she naturally felt unfair in her heart, and frowned:

"Practicing martial arts is nothing more than guarding the three feet in front of you, and only by studying can you rule the world and open the balance. Gongzi has such a talent, how can he be willing to degenerate and mix up the ninth-rate martial arts? ”

？

When Mrs. Wang heard this, her expression couldn't help but stiffen slightly, and she secretly said something bad in her heart.

Because you don't need the threshold, you can be regarded as a supernumerary dog leg who helps the government do things, and serious people can't do this at all, and they are indeed counted in the lower nine streams.

The purpose of this young lady is to persuade this amazing talent in the night terror hall not to do ninth-rate deeds, but to study hard and follow the right path.

But in front of the Black Yayan King, he said that he would catch the ninth rate quickly, which was obviously a bit dead.

In case the night when the adults are angry, they will hold this girl to the small leather whip of the black dungeon and serve the rules of the religion, and I am afraid that few people in Wende Bridge will be able to stop it.

Mrs. Wang saw that the situation was wrong and wanted to open her mouth to play a round, but the night terror hall in front of the counter raised her hand slightly to stop it.

Born in the night terror hall Jianghu dart master, he is not so small-bellied, but he just responded calmly:

"Chivalry violates the prohibition with martial arts, and Confucianism violates the law with literature. If the heart is not right, civil and military affairs are all lowly professions. Some people are good at martial arts, so they lick blood at the knife edge in front; Some people are good at writing, so they strategize in the rear, and each other performs their own duties, and there is no distinction between high and low, and no one can become a country without anyone. The girl felt that it was difficult to practice martial arts, and that only by studying could she make a contribution, but her thinking was too narrow. ”

Hua Qingzhi disagreed, and argued:

"Everyone knows the righteousness, but the position that literati can go to in the court is indeed higher than that of martial artists. I'm not belittling martial artists, I just think that Gongzi is so talented, and it's too big to do martial arts, if you are dedicated to following the literature, learning Wen Tao martial arts, and achieving success in the future, you will definitely be ......better than being a martial artist who can only dance with swords and sticks."

Night Terror felt that this young lady was a little stubborn, as if she was a missionary, so she said euphemistically:

"People can be arrogant in their hearts, but they still have to be cautious in their words and deeds. I have practiced martial arts for 18 years, and I can be regarded as an achievement, but I think that my experience is still shallow, and I have not yet seen through martial arts, and I never dare to easily persuade people to abandon their pen and follow Rong.

"It is also a truth to abandon martial arts and follow literature, if it is a highly learned Confucian scholar who persuades me to abandon martial arts and follow literature, I may consider it seriously; But depending on the girl's age, she may not be as old as me, and she has not finished reading the book, so she came to persuade me to get lost and return, how can I believe that the girl pointed the right way? ”

This is to say that Hua Qingzhi is young and not qualified to guide others.

The maid behind her, Luzhu, had a strange look in her eyes when she heard this, and subconsciously stood up a little straighter, feeling that this handsome boy had hit the muzzle of the gun.

Her young lady, but the first talented girl in Yanjing, is still a student who has already substituted in the academy, and the famous teachers and Confucians don't dare to put on the demeanor of their elders when they see it, how can they not be qualified to guide young people?

Beiliang came over this time, and he was trying to bring something back, and this handsome boy, who had just come to the capital, was full of talent and low position, and was obviously a pearl in the sea.

If he can use his talent to convince him and accept it for the use of Northern Liang, Emperor Liang will be afraid that he will have to laugh when he sees it.

When the maid thought of this, she didn't need the young lady to speak herself, so she interjected:

"My young lady has been studying hard since she was a child, reading all the famous articles in the world, and writing countless poems. If the son doesn't believe it, he can ask questions freely, but if my young lady can't answer, she will think that she is lonely and unheard, and she has offended the child. ”

Although Hua Qingzhi didn't speak, she sat in a wheelchair with her back straight, smiling, and obviously agreed with the maid's statement.

Night Terror Hall blinked, thinking that these two strange young ladies and maids might be the people who came with the Beiliang envoy.

After all, with such a big breath, there must be some real skills, and Miss Wang, who has the ability in Yunzhou, Mrs. Wang will not have heard of it.

Night Terror Hall glanced at Hua Qingzhi, pondered for a moment, and nodded:

"I don't read much, but I remember something, since the girl has 'read all the famous articles in the world', I will come to test the girl to see if this is the case. How much does the girl know about the literary works in Beiliang? ”

？

When the maid saw this handsome scholar, she slammed into the muzzle of the gun, and she was a little embarrassed, and said with a smile:

"In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, as long as it is a masterpiece, the young lady is familiar with it, and the son asks questions at will."

"I have heard a poem written by a civil official before the destruction of the Northwest Royal Court, if the girl can say her name, I will saddle the girl before and after the horse, how about it?"

Hua Qingzhi frowned slightly, thinking that this exam question was very difficult, but she still nodded:

"After the destruction of the Northwest Imperial Court, some officials flowed into the Northern Liang court, and the treasured works were preserved. As long as it's a poem that catches the eye, I know it. ”

Seeing that this Beiliang chick was so crazy, Night Terror didn't say much, turned over the paper with medicinal herbs, and wrote a few lines on the back with a pen.

Rustle rustle......

After finishing writing, Night Terror put down the brush, pushed the paper down the counter to Hua Qingzhi, turned around and walked to the door of the hall, and hugged his fists back:

"Farewell."

Stomp ......

The footsteps faded away.

"Huh?"

The maid was inexplicable and looked back:

"How did he go?"

Hua Qingzhi was also a little dazed, and took the paper on the counter, but saw four lines of silver hook iron painting written on it:

The beacon fire shines on Xijing's heart, and he is uneven.

Yazhang resigned from the phoenix, and rode around the dragon city.

The snow is dark and the flag is painted, and the wind is mixed with the sound of drums.

Rather be a centurion than a scholar.

？！

Hua Qingzhi's cheeks, which had always been breezy and light, obviously changed a little, first her eyes were enlarged, then she looked closer and took a closer look, and then looked back at the door, wanting to get up, but she didn't stand up anxiously for a while, so she said anxiously:

"Huh? Son? …… Green beads, go after them. ”

The maid didn't understand what was going on, and when she heard this, she hurriedly ran out of the door to chase after her, but there were still people on the street.

Mrs. Wang was stunned, and felt that it was fortunate that she was not young, if she was seventeen or eighteen years old, and was tossed by the eldest prince of the night like this, she would never want to sleep well again in this life.

She saw that Miss Hua was anxiously looking outside, and said:

"Girl, who wrote this poem, do you know?"

“……”

Hua Qingzhi learned to be rich and five cars, how could she know the details of this poem, and thought about it:

"I really don't know...... Is he angry? I just think that he is highly talented, and he will be more successful if he abandons martial arts and literature, and he writes 'Rather be a centurion than a scholar', he is so angry......"

Mrs. Wang comforted: "Don't think about it so much, this son is good, but he is already married, and it is not good to have many entanglements with a strange daughter's family, so he will leave after writing, where will there be real fire." ”

Hua Qingzhi felt that this son was offended by her arrogant words and deeds, and after thinking about it, she asked:

"Madam, what is the name of this son? Where to stay? Fang is my loneliness and arrogance, when I come to the door to apologize......"

The night terror hall did not leak, how dare Mrs. Wang say nonsense, a little guilty:

"It's just the Yamen's quick catch, and occasionally come over to buy some medicines, and I don't know the rest. Well...... The capital is the land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, such a young talent, there are not ten but eight, the girl should not be so big in the future, if she meets a bad heart, she is likely to lose herself. ”

Hua Qingzhi came to Yun'an for the first time, although she knew that the capital of Great Wei was definitely Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, but she could bump into such an outrageous one when she went out to walk the street, which was still beyond her acceptability, and she didn't believe that there were ten or eight at all.

Hua Qingzhi took the paper, looked at the door for a moment, and asked:

"Did you find anyone?"

"Turn around and disappear...... Is it rare for that handsome boy to write poems? Haven't you heard of it? ”

"See for yourself."

"Beacon fire...... Oh, my God! I'll look for ...... in the streets."

……

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Thank you for the alliance leader of [Muzi Mumu 719] [C Carbon Element] [Qixian zx] big guy!

Roll call: Push a copy of "Gao Wu Chunqiu: I Became Holy with Entertainment", everyone who is interested can see how long it can last or2

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