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The Jin people were Jurchens, and in the early days, they lived by hunting, fishing, farming, and animal husbandry. Since witnessing the prosperity of the Great Song Dynasty, he abandoned his conservative life and believed in Confucianism and Taoism, and various customs slowly moved towards "urbanization".

From thrift to luxury, the corruption of drunken gold fans spreads particularly violently and wildly, and it is impossible to prevent at all.

Zhang Yan and Wan Yan were side-by-side, slowly pacing behind Zhao Qingyun and Xiao Yu'er.

Zhao Qingyun still looked like he was going to die, his steps were vain, his face was like white paper, and he seemed to be weak when the wind blew. And looking at the figure of Xiao Yu'er who was parallel to him, Zhang Yan felt even more uncomfortable in his heart.

Obviously, Zhang Yan and Xiao Yuer live under the same roof, they don't look up and look down every day, and the relationship is getting closer and closer, they are simply close to each other. But no one can deny that everyone knows that she is Zhao Qingyun's unmarried wife. Just imagine the face that is close at hand, but every time I gaze, I can't help but flash the thought that she belongs to someone else, such a contradiction is very uncomfortable.

Before he took two steps, the sound of horses' hooves roared, and those who dared to ride horses in the capital must be a high-ranking official unless they were destined for a long time. Zhang Yan just turned his head, wanting to see who was so arrogant. However, as soon as he turned his head, he was disgusted.

The two Murong brothers rushed up, and Murong Ying hugged his fists and said, "Brother Wanyan is good, Brother Zhang is good." ”

He doesn't get off the horse, he looks condescending, how can Zhang Remnant give him a good face. He hummed casually and waved his hand magnificently: "Two of you stand down." ”

Murong Ying looked at Zhang Yan pretending to be so similar, and said with a smile: "I will maybe ask Brother Zhang for a lesson or two." ”

Zhang Yan said indifferently: "Zhang avoids without fighting, what can he do?"

Murong Ying said with a smile: "If you attack it, you will be able to meet it." Brother Zhang can't run. ”

After finishing speaking, the two of them hurried and galloped away like the wind.

Zhang Yan was quite helpless, and glanced at Yan Yan, but saw that the corners of his mouth kept having a happy smile, so he wondered: "What is the happy thing about Brother Wanyan?"

Wan's sad expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "At noon, I finally expressed my heart to Sorin. ”

Zhang Yan nodded: "Zhang has imagined a beautiful picture of a lover finally becoming a family. In the end, the two of them got their wish fulfilled, and it was not in vain that Sorin gave so much for her. ”

Wan Yan shook his head with a smile: "What I said was actually taken for granted by Brother Zhang." Efforts will be rewarded, and this is a fair trade and sale. After giving nothing, it is even disgusting and greasy, this is love. And love is so unreasonable, which is the true meaning and charm of its attraction. ”

Talking and laughing, he came to the square of the inner palace, Zhang Yan didn't take any action, and grabbed him after finishing his face: "If Brother Zhang is just here as Zhao Qingyun or Miss Yu'er's guard, in fact, he is not qualified to enter the table at all." Therefore, as a diner of the prince, there is good wine and good meat. ”

Zhang Yan thought about it, but looked at Xiao Yu'er sitting next to Zhao Qingyun, unconcealed the sourness in his heart, and finally sighed and sat down with Wan Yan Injury.

Wanyan Qingyang was assassinated, and the current situation is that the two brothers Wanyan Zhongkang and Wanyan Wuself are competing for the throne with great fanfare. Therefore, between the two factions, there is a clear distinction between them, and there is tension between them.

As soon as he sat down, Zhang Yan glanced at Wan Yan Injury: "Who is the person sitting under the chief?"

Wan Yan smiled sadly: "It is the Miao Gongzi who is the head of our 'Four Princes in Beijing'." ”

Not far away, the wonderful boy glanced over. It was also a grasshopper with a rope, and he smiled slightly, quite kind. But on the excessively delicate face, there is a shallow pear vortex, which makes people unable to look directly.

Zhang Zan: "Why do you feel that the smell of fat powder is so strong!"

Wan Yanshu explained: "She is the pearl of the palm of the Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of War, and she likes to dress up as a man since she was a child. ”

Zhang Yan sighed, looked at it again, and it was obviously much more pleasing to the eye. Then Zhang Yan said casually: "Who is the so-called Four Great Princes, could it be Brother Wanyan?"

Wan Yan shook his head: "I remember mentioning to Brother Zhang that I was from a humble background, and to be able to sit here, personal efforts are secondary, and the most important thing is the golden face of the master." ”

When it comes to the aspect that is inferior to others, there are few who really don't care. Although Wan Yan looked light, Zhang Zhan knew that he had said the wrong thing. If it weren't for his terrible self-esteem, the underlying lack of confidence in his heart, he would have confessed to Soreen a long time ago, why would he rather endure the pain of lovesickness until today?

Since ancient times, the nobility of birth has been an important criterion for others to scrutinize. In the Jin Dynasty, there was a saying that "there is no cold door in the upper grade, and there is no scholar in the lower grade". Terrible family background, sometimes it can really decide everything.

Seeing the people present greeting each other, and entrusting them to a false snake for a long time, Zhang Yan felt a little impatient in his heart. He despised the hypocrisy of men, and of course, more importantly, he was such a prominent person, but no one cared about him. So I can only secretly disdain myself with sourness, and hate Bole without Soma, to find such a dazzling gem spread on the sand.

Suddenly, there was a strong cheer in the crowd, and Zhang Yan looked around, only to see the green pothos of the stars holding the moon, like stepping on the waves, overwhelming the crowd.

After a few days of not seeing, her flamboyance seemed to be even more brilliant and radiant.

However, Zhang Zhan always misses her helpless, bird-like and slightly embarrassed appearance when she was in the cave.

I don't know if it's a reserved smile or the thirst for protection, which one is her true face.

It seems that she is very experienced in dealing with everyone one by one, neither humble nor arrogant, neither far nor close. For some reason, seeing this kind of pothos, Zhang Yan couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. Excessive beauty makes her easily among the top performers, and people's vision is closely related to the people they touch. In the long run, she will eventually reach the point of unattainability in the eyes of Zhang Zhi, who is looking up at her. And at that time, even if she occasionally bowed her head, she couldn't see that someone was looking through the autumn water on the distant horizon.

Under the crowd, she sat at the head of the main seat.

There is no official and no lord, and this honor is a natural beauty and unparalleled piano art. Only one of them is enough to convince people to bow down to their subordinates, not to mention both.

Until this time, the pothos had not discovered the existence of Zhang Remnant. And the position where she was sitting was only a few dozen steps away, but Zhang Yan felt that this was really an insurmountable distance.

After a shrill singing voice, the lord of the Jin Kingdom descended. (To be continued.) )