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The warm sunlight shines on the surface of the lake, and the breeze caresses it, rippling layers of broken gold ripples.

Ye Qiudi was wearing a white suit when practicing martial arts, inside was a middle coat embroidered with light yellow phoenix patterns on a white background, woven with cloud brocade, and the fabric was specially supplied by the Jiankang Brocade Department.

She sat on the windowsill with her feet hanging over the water and a medical book in her hand.

Below the jade foot is a goldfish shuttling back and forth under the water pavilion, probing out of the water from time to time, and sinking to the bottom of the water when they see it.

In the porcelain vase at one end of the window, a few red plums are inserted.

The traces of dew on the flower surface are still there, under the reflection of the warm sun, transparent and crystalline, like a beauty who washes the lead flower, natural beauty, beautiful and natural.

Su Musha returned from the palace, and when he walked into the water pavilion, he slowed down, tiptoed to the window, and hugged Ye Qiudi behind him.

"You're back. Ye Qiudi whispered, her eyes were still on the scroll, her long hair was shawl, and a gold belt was tied in her hair, shining in the warm sun.

"Yes. Su Musha buried his head in her hair, "Li Xie wants to ask for the sword of the Son of Heaven of Xishu back." ”

"What do you say?" Ye Qiudi turned a page of the book and asked.

"It was stolen by the Star Picking Building, Luo Wei Building. Su Musha smiled, he was very proud of the matter of planting the blame for Luo Weilou.

Li Xie even wanted the sword of the Son of Heaven of Chu State to compensate, it was simply wishful thinking, I don't know how he dared to say it. Su Musha said disdainfully.

His right hand reached down the hem of his tunics.

"Don't make a fuss, be seen. Ye Qiudi clapped his hands.

"There is no one else. Su Musha was indomitable, and his right hand had to move in inch by inch, and he got into the coat, and he started with Yunjin's middle coat, which felt silky, like Ye Qiudi's skin. Maybe it's because of the martial arts practice, the little sister's abdomen is flat, there is no interest in fat, and there are even two upright vest lines on both sides of the navel.

"Itchy. Ye Qiudi patted Su Mu's strange hand and said coquettishly.

Su Mu covered his hands, rolled his eyes, and suddenly said, "By the way, I don't know how to get a bag on my forehead, and it still hurts a little." ”

"I'll see. Ye Qiudi turned around and kissed Su Mushao's lips.

Su Mu tilted his head, and his eyes were filled with a narrow smile.

Without waiting for Ye Qiudi to dodge, his left hand fixed her body and gently kissed her on the lips.

After avenging the trick on Su Mu's waist, Ye Qiudi closed his eyes in the warm sunlight. Su Mu kissed very gently, and wanted to treat a fragile piece of porcelain, tossing and turning on her lips. Sometimes he bites gently, and sometimes he sticks out his tongue and licks the rouge on his lips.

Time is short, but it seems to be a long time.

Xu was impatient, the little senior sister who has always liked to take the initiative opened her eyes, and actually stretched out her tongue, gently buckled Su Musha's teeth, and slid into Su Musha's mouth, and when Su Musha's tongue responded, she retracted again, and her teeth gently bit Su Musha's lower lip.

She looked at Su Musha proudly, her eyes were bright and flashing with a provocative light.

Su Mu raised his eyebrows, and gently pinched the lazy white pigeon in his hand through his middle coat with his right hand, but when Ye Qiudi was proud, he was already quietly attacking the city.

Ye Qiudi bit his lip heavily in retaliation, and whispered, "Don't you think it's small?"

"Don't slander me, I always thought it was just right. Su Musha grabbed her lips again and kissed her.

The movements of his hands did not stop, unbuttoning a button on his middle coat that was in the way, and was about to lift his clothes and enter the room, Ye Qiudi suddenly said, "Someone is coming." ”

Su Mu suddenly tied the button again, hugged Ye Qiudi off the windowsill, and was helping her sort out her clothes, when Shuyu coughed dryly and walked into the water pavilion: "Lord Wang, Mr. Gao, the ram asks to see." ”

"Oh?" Su Musha stopped moving, "Mr. Ram is a rare guest, please come to the tea room." ”

"Yes. Shuyu was about to withdraw, when Ye Qiudi asked: "The ceremony is more than in full swing, Mr. Ram and Xiangshan monks are both hosts of the grand event, how can they have time to visit the prince?"

When Mr. Ram came, the indignation on his face had not disappeared, and the meaning of loneliness and depression was overflowing, and he thought that he had encountered some setback. Soyu said.

"It should be for the sake of the people. Ye Qiudi groaned, "Mr. Ram advocates education without class, and has long been dissatisfied with the way of taking the temple 'no poor family in the upper grade, and no powerful clan in the lower grade'. Now Mr. Ram came to visit the prince, thinking that he was not doing well, he was depressed, and he came to complain to the prince. ”

"Heh," Su Mushu smiled, "I have been thinking about this matter in my heart, and I just borrowed the hand of Mr. Ram to try and tempt." ”

"It's not a trivial matter, and you have to think carefully. Ye Qiudi said solemnly.

As folk rumors have it, the Southern Dynasty was the king and the scholar clan shared the world.

The Jiupin Zhongzheng system is the foundation for maintaining and consolidating the power of these gate lords, and if Su Musha really wants to move it, the slightest carelessness will plunge the entire Southern Dynasty into a place of no return.

Su Musha naturally understood this truth, he straightened Ye Qiudi's collar, held her face, looked at her eyes, and said seriously: "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion." Change will always bleed, but it must not be me who hurts. ”

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The tea room is located in the middle of the lake and is surrounded by half-cut bamboo curtains.

A few traces of warm sun passed through the curtain, swept through the floating dust, and fell on the burning red clay stove, the pot of water boiled, and the white water vapor rose and dissipated in the warm sun.

Ye Qiudi lifted the pot, poured boiling water into the teapot, put a tea funnel at the mouth of the pot, and used a teaspoon to pour the tea into the pot.

Su Musha sat quietly with Ram Zigao around the tea table, looking at Ye Qiudi's set of tea-making actions, and he didn't mean to speak for a while.

Less carving, the fragrance of tea overflowing, Ye Qiudi held the teapot in his right hand, and turned in a retrograde circle along the teacup, so that the tea rushed into the teacup along the wall.

She filled three cups one by one, and first handed one cup to Ram Zigao with both hands.

"Thank you, Miss Ye. The ram put his high index finger and middle finger together and tapped it three times on the table.

He took the teacup, sighed suddenly, and said: "Since the implementation of the nine-grade Zhongzheng system of the previous dynasty's official election system, the first authentic product has become a decoration early, and the official evaluation is only based on the bloodline. The so-called 'upper grade has no cold door, and the lower grade has no powerful family', and 'the public door has a public door, and the secretary has a qing'. ”

The ram said to Su Musha in a serious voice: "The prince, the ruler, is based on the number of talents, and the disadvantages of the current official election system are so that it has been like a fish swimming in the boiling water, and if it does not change for a day, it will be difficult to ambush the four seas, and the world will be difficult to peace." ”

Su Musha raised the teacup and saluted the ram.

The ram Gao Zheng was full of bitterness to say, but he could only politely swallow the words in his throat with the tea.

"The disadvantages of the current way of electing officials, the king has long been worried about it, and then ......" Su Musha paused for a moment and sincerely asked, "Mr. Ram has a cure?"

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