Throne room.

Xu Jian glanced at Liu Jing lightly again.

His gaze did not stop, he just glanced over slowly, looking very absent-minded.

In his ears was the impassioned voice of an old imperial history, and he scolded extremely fiercely.

And it's no wonder.

Xu Jian could probably understand the reason for the righteous indignation of these people.

Like Su Ke in the Xuguo Mansion, he is not good in life, and he acts in a deceitful manner, and the imperial historians will indeed scold, and all kinds of words are not the same.

can be scolded and scolded, and those who are on the matter may not have much anger in their hearts.

And this time is different, Liu Xun touches the root of readers.

Stealing topics and learning to cheat are absolutely unacceptable to scholars who rely on the ten-year cold window and the imperial examination to determine life and death.

To put it mildly, it only involves the character of a certain person; To put it mildly, the imperial examination is a channel for the imperial court to select talents, and the development of the poetry society is also paving the way for Enke in the coming year.

Fortunately, Liu Xun was exposed, if he was fooled and passed, and in the future, he would rely on his cleverness and official background to go further, it would be a disaster for other diligent and down-to-earth students.

The old imperial historians all lit a fire in their hearts, citing the past and the present, talking about the bigger and bigger the mistakes, and wearing the hats higher and higher, and hating to beat Liu Xun to death directly with a stick.

In such a situation, Liu Jing couldn't raise his head for a long time.

I finally mustered up the courage to peek at the holy face......

The saint's face was very gloomy, and the two hands holding the armrest of the throne were tightly forced, obviously extremely angry.

Where can Liu Jing stand?

At this point, you have to kneel.

Thinking so, he did the same, and honestly knelt down to listen to the scolding of the imperial historians.

The imperial historians took turns to fight, and they scolded for almost three quarters of an hour before they stopped.

Sheng Shang asked in a cold voice, "Liu Qing, do you have anything to say?" ”

Liu Jing had a lot of words in his heart.

There is no doubt that Chen Gui came forward to do things, and there must be a sincere handiwork behind him.

Nine times out of ten, it is sincere.

An uncle who only works as a casual worker and has no intention of stirring up trouble in the court, it is said that he should be a calm and stable person, but he calculates a junior like Xun'er, which is really a big bully.

Of course, Liu Jing couldn't say this, he trembled, and was sincerely afraid: "The minister has no way to teach his son, causing that unscrupulous son to do such a wrong thing, the minister is very guilty, and the minister will definitely restrain him in the future, and this kind of thing will never happen again." ”

The attitude of admitting mistakes is too good, even if the saint is dissatisfied in his heart, he does not hold on.

After retreating from the pilgrimage, the saint walked out of the Jinluan Palace, Liu Jing stood up with his knees, relieved his breath slightly, and he raised his arm and pressed the sweat on his forehead with his cuffs.

Standing there for a while, he wanted to wait for the courtiers in the main hall to leave one after another.

Xu Jian didn't care about Liu Jing, and went out by himself.

When passing by Liu Jing's side, Xu Jian glanced at Liu Jing.

This glance happened to meet Liu Jing's line of sight.

Rao is Liu Jing received it quickly, and Xu Jian did not miss his annoyance and hatred.

Without stopping, Xu Jian walked out of the Jinluan Palace.

Outside the thousand-step corridor, Shenchen is waiting.

The sedan chair traveled to Taohezhai, and Xu Jian entered the study.

Near noon, Shenchen went in to add tea, and saw Xu Jian sitting behind the bookcase, holding a tool in his hand and polishing a slender object.

He fixed his eyes on it, and it was a thin arrow.

After thinking about it again, Samchen remembered that yesterday their father rummaged in the treasury for a while, and finally turned out a box containing a sleeve arrow.

This set of sleeve arrows is equipped with twelve thin arrows, the arrows are sharp, and the arrow body is made of bamboo, which is probably not smooth enough, and they are just polishing it.

I don't know when the old yellow calendar was left, the sleeve arrow is single-barreled, and the pattern of the barrel body is exquisite, and it can be seen that this thing has not been used much.

This is not surprising.

The hidden weapon of the sleeve arrow is not suitable for their grandfather of the old country, and he has never seen him wear it.

I don't know what I did when I found out......

Xu Jian didn't look up, only motioned to Shenchen to put down the tea, and said, "Talk to Chen Gui and let the county lord come over for a free trip." ”

Samchen answered, quit and went to work.

Xu Jian was still doing what he was doing carefully, grinding all the thin arrows, readjusting the quiver's bracket and butterfly blades, and then took an arrow and loaded it into it, and shot it at the target hanging on the wall in the distance.

After checking one arrow at a time, Xu Jian put away the twelve arrows and put them into the quiver.

In the afternoon, Lin Yunyan arrived at Taohezhai.

Shenchen served tea, and when he withdrew, he glanced at the box on the table, and a thought flashed.

Could it be that this is what the lord prepared for the county lord?

If you want to say that it is a gift, it is indeed a gift, and the craftsmanship is quite exquisite, and it takes a lot of workmanship.

No matter how bells and whistles it is, it's also a weapon!

How can there be a secret weapon for the girl's house?

Although he has no experience in this area, but the streets, hearsay, hairpins, rouge, balm and so on, are the preferences of the girls, right?

Even if it's not suitable to send those things right now, you can still send food to the county lord.

The county lord is so sweet, and it is more appropriate to let Mama He prepare a box or two of exquisite sweet snacks than to send sleeve arrows, right?

Besides, will the county lord make a hidden arrow?

Could it be that the lord sent it with the idea of the county lord?

Sanchen couldn't figure it out.

In the matter of speculating about the mind of the grandfather of the country, he has been quite frustrated recently.

Let's ask Jing Dongjia for advice next time......

Only Xu Jian and Lin Yunyan were left in the study.

Xu Jian opened the box and pushed it in front of Lin Yunyan.

Lin Yunyan glanced at it, then reached out and picked up the thin arrow: "I miss it a lot." ”

Because of her good head, in the past, Xu Jian taught her to use sleeve arrows to defend herself.

But it's not the case.

Xu Jian seemed to see her thoughts, and said, "It is ready-made in the warehouse." ”

Lin Yunyan understood.

The last time I first wore the Pocket Arrow, there was no Fuguo Mansion anymore, and all the things in the treasury were confiscated.

Xu Jian found another familiar shop to borrow tools, and made a set with her, paying attention to a practical, and there were not so many patterns on the outside of the quiver.

Now, there are ready-made ones, and the effort to rebuild them is saved.

Xu Jian picked up the quiver, adjusted the position of the straps, and said to Lin Yunyan in a light tone: "Reach out." ”

Lin Yunyan didn't think about it, and directly stretched out her right hand.

The winter clothes are heavier, the cuffs are long, only half of the palm is exposed, the skin on the back of the hand is very white, the fingers are slender, and the nails are dyed with Kodan, which makes the fingers whiter and whiter.

Lin Yunyan straightened her cuffs by herself, swiped them up for a while, revealing a small half of her arm, and then, with her palms up, towards Xu Jian.

The slender strap falls on the wrist edge, from loose to tight.

The calloused fingertips rubbed over Yingying's skin, a little numb, Lin Yunyan subconsciously shrank her hand.

Xu Jian raised her eyes to look at her, lowered her eyes again, and spit out two words between her lips: "Don't move." ”