Although it seems that Jincheng is the capital of the Jing Dynasty, the layout of the city is no different from that of other powerful cities, and it is much better than the Sifang City where Xu Chang'an has lived since childhood, at least there is no fishy smell wafting in the sky.

The various buildings in the city are not single, but they are not very high.

In Xu Chang'an's eyes, the city is simply not too beautiful. This is also normal, a child who has never been out of the city where he lives, and when he comes to another slightly better place, his eyes will naturally shine. In addition, although the garrison of Jincheng is weak and the people are not good at force, the beauty is recognized.

Many bizarre things are full of beauty, although the building is low, it is also square and angular, the carved eaves on the corners of the house maintain the most perfect arc, and the depiction of the window lattices is also how beautiful and how to come.

Even in autumn, men will often hold a beautiful folding fan in their hands, occasionally seeing a beautiful girl, the folding fan opens instantly and then bows his head slightly, in Xu Changan's opinion, he is extremely sullen, and Lin Ying feels speechless.

The fat powder on the girls' faces is applied just right, because they love beauty because they are beautiful. The Jing Dynasty is rich in all kinds of rouge gouache, as long as it can be associated with the beautiful word, they will try to make it more beautiful.

But this is just a look, thinking of the little lady in Sifang City, Xu Changan always feels that these women in the city are not enough to see at all.

Walking in this city, Yang Hejiu was slightly better, after all, his perfectly symmetrical face was not inferior to even the most handsome man in this city.

But Xu Chang'an and Lin Ying, two young boys and girls, can be seen at a glance as outsiders. Outsiders are easy to fool, and this sentence is common no matter where it is placed.

Especially Lin Ying, many seemingly kind-hearted roadside vendors couldn't help but compare their rouge gouache when they saw the girl's slightly yellow cheeks. Most of the rhetoric is the same, it's nothing more than a little debasement of the other party's face first, and then to raise their own fat powder, and then some empty promises or something.

Everyone has a love for beauty, and if it is a woman who joins the army halfway, it is better to say, after all, she used to love beauty. But Lin Ying grew up in the south since she was born, and all she saw were galloping war horses and sharp spears, and she didn't develop the concept of beauty or not beauty in her eyes.

That's all your joke that I don't know how to take care of myself, and I despise you for having an empty vase.

Several times, Lin Ying resisted the urge to get rid of those annoying stalls, and replied angrily, "Don't buy it!"

When the three of them were so hungry that they could barely walk, they finally found a restaurant with a vacant seat.

Thinking of the situation along the way, looking at Lin Ying, who was still huffing and huffing across from him, Xu Changan said with some amusement: "I think what they said is quite reasonable." ”

Lin Ying was looking down at the food in front of him, which was only artistic and beautiful, and muttered to himself, "How can I eat enough?"

happened to hear Xu Changan's joke, and he didn't have to worry about this problem anymore, and he was angry and immediately full.

If it weren't for the fact that it was easy to accidentally injure others in the restaurant, I am afraid that I would have had a seizure a long time ago.

Although Xu Changan doesn't understand what those rouge gouaches mean to women, he also knows whether they look good or not.

This is superficial in Lin Ying's eyes, yes, Xu Changan is indeed superficial.

The little boy doesn't know how to be superficial or superficial, he only feels that if Lin Ying's face is the same as the girl in red, if it can be a little whiter, it will look more beautiful.

It was past noon when the three of them had eaten, and it was the busiest time in the city, and most of them came for this flower party, and the not wide streets were full of dense pedestrians, and long queues formed to go to the city.

Some men who were sneaky and idle mingled with those men with a pair of greasy salty pig hands, and their obscene faces were full of joy.

In fact, these two days are a lot better, there are even horse-drawn carriages on the streets at the beginning of the flower fair, which is even more annoying, walking on the congested streets and encountering the carriage that can not run fast can not help but buckle a paw patent leather to vent the dryness in their hearts.

The flower meeting is divided into two projects, the Wenhui and the Wuhui.

The only ordinary flower party in this city is the Wenhui, after all, the residents of the city are not good at martial arts, and only for the sake of those students who participated in the Wangshulou entrance test arranged a martial arts meeting. In fact, they also know that this consideration is completely superfluous, most of the young talents who go to the West are participating in the entrance test, who would be willing to expose their strength in advance in such a small city?

However, it is one thing for people to participate or not, and it is another thing for them to consider whether they have taken it into account.

Therefore, the time of the Wenhui is much longer than that of the Wuhui, which has been dragging on for half a month, and the Wuhui is only one day tomorrow.

Today is the end of the cultural meeting, which naturally attracts a large number of people.

The venue is Wangqiu Lake, and some visitors buy tickets to Wangqiu Lake early, just to see which son can come out on top.

Different from the spontaneity of the ordinary flower party in the city, this time it was officially organized by the Jing Dynasty, that is to say, the lord of the country nodded too much, so this flower party is also more fair and convincing.

Therefore, in addition to the outsiders and the residents of the city who went to see the bustle, some people still went with a purpose. Thinking that he was still waiting to marry his daughter in the boudoir, those old men couldn't wait to fly to the sky, and instantly came to Wangqiu Lake to see whose son could overwhelm the crowd.

There are a lot of lively people, but two of Xu Chang'an's people are obviously not interested.

Listening to the spittle in the mouths of the diners around him, it was difficult for Xu Changan, who had never seen a big scene, not to feel itchy, and looked at the two and persuaded him: "But it's just this day, let's not go and see?"

Yang Hejiu remained silent, it didn't matter if he went or not, but Lin Ying sneered for a while: "I didn't expect to start thinking about spring at such an age, if you want to go, you will go by yourself." ”

Hearing this, Xu Chang'an's mouth began to dry up, and his mind turned slightly: "I heard that there is still a martial arts meeting, aren't you afraid of losing?"

Lin Ying naturally knew what this kid meant. Who can be fooled by such an obvious agitation?

Lin Yingneng, it's not that she can't see it, but she can't bear Xu Changan's appearance, it doesn't matter to her whether she goes or not, she stood up coldly, just remembering the vendors who were selling their own fat powder just now and thinking about whether to get a mask to cover it up?

The three of them left the restaurant and followed the bustling flow of people in the direction of Wangqiu Lake.

When the three of them were squeezed by the surrounding crowd, they finally arrived at Wangqiu Lake.

Lake Wangqiu is the most beautiful place in the whole city, the water is clear, and a large meadow around the lake is full of various flowers.

Not far from the lake is a huge makeshift pavilion.

In the center of the pavilion stood two teenagers, each with their left hand behind their back, and their right hand in front of them to ask and answer, making a gesture.

Around the two of them sat a large circle of richly dressed middle-aged spectators, and the remaining half of the circle was a small circle of officials sitting behind the mahogany desks that had been placed nodding and smiling from time to time.

The crowd surrounded the entire Wangqiu Lake, Xu Changan and Lin Ying became more and more speechless, what can they see clearly when they stand by the lake? With this in mind, after Yang Hejiu took out three golden cakes from the black long box, the three of them crossed the guards and finally came to the huge pavilion.

The pavilion occupies a huge area, enough to accommodate more than 100 people, but because it is a temporary construction, it is not reliable, only used for the cultural meeting, and the martial arts meeting has to choose another place.

Compared with the delicate spring flowers, autumn flowers can arouse the praise of literati and rioters.

Therefore, for this literary meeting, the two teenagers used sharp words not as gentle as caring for Chunhua.

The young man from Anwaguo on the left hand was speechless for a while, then waved his hand in a salute and walked out of the pavilion.

The officials who carried the pen were mild-faced, and they felt more and more that although the military force of this dynasty was not strong, the literati were still not inferior to other countries, and they could not help but feel a little proud.

Then a well-dressed young man in Tsing Yi walked out of the crowd and waved his hands and saluted three times.

The first salute is the first official, the second salute is the visitor in the pavilion, and the third salute is his opponent.

Judging from the appearance, it can be seen that it is not a young man from this dynasty, so the officials just nodded slightly, and several officials did not even react after receiving the salute, and the spectators were not optimistic about this young man in Tsing Yi at all.

No one wants to watch the talents of this dynasty show their style, so the control of momentum is very important, although it will not knock off the young people of other countries as soon as they come up, but they can't cheer in reverse.

"People in the Lower Tang Kingdom, who studied under Mr. Yannian of the Crazy Book Pavilion, came to ask this brother for advice. After the salute, the young man in Tsing Yi spoke.

"Crazy Books!"

"Mr. Yannian!"

After hearing this, the surrounding spectators began to be restless, especially when they heard that Crazy Book Pavilion and Yan Nian no longer dared to sit around, and they all stood up and waved their hands in return.

But three of them didn't return the favor. Xu Chang'an and the three of them stood because there were no seats at all... Then you can only stand.

The official at the head stood up even more tremblingly, and waved his hand at the young man and saluted: "Your Excellency is old, and I didn't know that Your Excellency would come to the meeting in advance. Therefore, in the next courage, the first lord of the country greeted the commander. ”

Then he whispered backwards: "Go and invite the lord of the country!"

Unable to care about the slightest dignity of the monarch and the minister, the official behind him hurriedly walked out of his seat and was about to trot out of the crowd.

The young man in Tsing Yi turned around and saluted with a smile and said: "My lord is polite, I just happened to pass by, and when I saw this young man talking extraordinary, I had the heart to win for a while, and I had already lost the face of my teacher, and how could I dare to work for King Jing again." ”

The officials present were even more ashamed of this young talent's humility and courtesy, and the pride of the young man of this dynasty who won the previous moment long since ceased to exist.

And his opponent was even more unstable, but he could no longer speak, only returned the salute with trembling hands. There is no longer the appearance of talking freely from the previous moment, and it is only necessary to quickly throw himself into the lake and burrow into the mud so as not to affect the demeanor of this young man. But then I think that I don't have such qualifications at all, so it is difficult to stand on the stage, and I don't have that idea to argue with it.

In the midst of the restlessness and shock in the field, no one could see that the extremely sharp long sword in the crowd by the lake seemed even more restless and excited.

The scabbard could not hide its edge.