This one shouted excitedly, and the other head threw the handkerchiefs, flowers, purses, sachets, sachets, silk scarves and other things on Zhong Shuyu, Song Junxian, and Zheng Jingwei.

These behaviors can be regarded as everyone's love for Xinke Jinshi, and they are fixed projects every two years.

In the face of this rain-like gift, there were deafening cheers.

Although Zhong Shuyu had already imagined in her heart, she was still a little shocked when she really witnessed such a picture. ✪✲✮wap.fengshu✿f✹o

Suddenly, Zhong Shuyu had the illusion that he was not the champion, but a traffic star, because in modern times, most of the time, only top stars can enjoy such a treatment that is adored by thousands of people.

But here, a scholar, a champion can enjoy such treatment.

I have to say that even if you are not ostentatious, there will be some fluttering in your heart at this time.

In such a volatile mood, Zhong Shuyu's mind remembered the poem of the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Jiao.

In the past, it was not enough to boast, but now there is no end to debauchery.

The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day.

This poem really depicts the joy of the ancients after winning the champion.

Zhong Shuyu looked at the picture of the empty alley of 10,000 people, and exhaled softly.

I have to say that this series of grand ceremonies in ancient times really satisfied people's vanity!

It is no wonder that after the scholars are on the list, many people will be loyal to the court and the royal family, and sometimes even if the dynasty is dead, there are still people who keep the prince of the previous dynasty.

Because this is indeed a very advanced set of means.

In the midst of the lively scene, Zhong Shuyu lowered her head and reached out to pick up the sachet that fell on the colorful flowers on her chest.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the girl who had lost the flowers just now immediately lit up, and she exclaimed excitedly, "Ahhh ”

And just as she was saying this, Zhong Shuyu threw the sachet to the ground, and the girl suddenly made a heartbroken sound, but she soon found out that Zhuang Yuanlang was not treating her like this.

The flowers and silk flowers that fell on his horse and body were all swept to the ground one by one.

Seeing this, the girl's heart stopped.

Although I feel that Zhuangyuanlang is a little cold, but it is okay to treat everyone equally.

In such a lively picture, in the private room of a restaurant next to the right, a few delicate customers are looking at the team that has not yet fully walked over, and they are laughing and talking there.

"Sister Yingxue, this champion Zhong Shuyu is the Xie Yuan that you protected from your father in Su Province last year!"

Yingxue is naturally Zhang Yingxue, when she heard this, she said proudly, "Yes." ”

"I estimate that he will definitely be recruited by your father, and by then, this handsome young man will probably be your husband, after all, your family belongs to you, and it is time to get married."

"What nonsense, I don't look down on him."

Although Zhang Yingxue said with such disgust, as she got closer and closer, her eyes lit up when she looked at the person who was sitting on a high horse, dressed in a red robe, and looked like a crown of jade.

She grabbed the sachet and stood up, thinking that if the other party took it, she would forgive the other party for their previous behavior.

Just as she was about to speak.

At this moment, Zhong Shuyu didn't know what voice he heard, and suddenly turned his head to look this way, and at the same time, his eyes were obviously lit up with joy.

It's as if seeing someone he likes.

In the blink of an eye, Miss Zhang thought she was looking at her, such Zhong Shuyu, and her heart jumped suddenly.