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In addition to the soldiers of the Heijia Mansion of the Marquis of Anyang, there were many people and horses of the Song family, and the nobles who traveled to and from the west, all of them were blocked in place.

However, for the two teenagers on the dock, most of them also knew the details of the two, and at this time, looking at their fighting and bickering, they couldn't help but laugh when they were in a depressed mood.

But he didn't dare to be too loud, because everyone knew that the little marquis of the Anyang Hou Mansion was very cautious and would hold grudges.

"Song Mingyuan, are you stupid?" Even Qingchuan's face was a little scary at this time, and his whole body trembled a little with anger, he couldn't understand what qualifications an idiot like Song Mingyuan would follow him to participate in the imperial examination?

Song Mingyuan looked displeased when he heard this, he frowned and looked at Lian Qingchuan, and shouted: "Lian Qingchuan, if you dare to scold me again, I will be unkind to you!"

"You're welcome?" Lian Qingchuan seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world, he couldn't help but laugh angrily, rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward, his eyes were full of disdain and said: "I, Lian Qingchuan, want to see you, the eldest of the Song family, what ability is it to be unkind to me?"

"What are you going to do!" Song Mingyuan was taken aback, he knew Lian Qingchuan's ability, but he had already achieved the third realm at the age of sixteen, and he was obviously not an opponent, but if he left directly like this, he would obviously weaken his own aura, and what the aristocratic family wanted was face, but he just wanted Lian Qingchuan to beat himself, and he would lose his own face.

Just when he was in a dilemma, a soft voice suddenly came from inside the carriage: "I'm sorry, big brother, my brother is still a little young, and he doesn't understand the importance of the big court test, I hope you don't bother with him." ”

Lian Qingchuan was slightly stunned, he stood in place and groaned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and asked in a low voice, "But Sister Siwan?"

The curtain of the car was slowly lifted, like a gentle lady under the ancient painting scroll, with a beautiful and lovely appearance, gentle eyebrows and eyes, she looked at Lian Qingchuan and said softly: "Brother Lian, I have offended a lot of things just now, and I hope to forgive me." ”

"It's all trifle!"

Lian Qingchuan waved his hand, but when he looked at Song Siwan, his mind moved slightly, and he asked, "You two are the two of you who are participating in the Great Dynasty Examination?"

Song Siwan smiled softly and said, "Let Brother Lian smile, it is our two brothers and sisters who are chosen by the head of the family, and their strength is not good, I hope that Brother Lian will not be surprised." ”

"Uh...... No no. Lian Qingchuan hurriedly shook his head, he still knew more about Song Siwan, and knew the strength of the Song family's talented women, but when he looked at Song Mingyuan, he couldn't help frowning slightly: "I'm just a little curious, at your brother's level, go to the Great Dynasty to try soy sauce?"

Song Mingyuan was furious and said, "Who do you say is making soy sauce?"

"That's you, idiot!"

"Heh, you Lian Qingchuan is the biggest idiot in the world, I haven't settled accounts with you about my family's affairs last time, you are not just an idiot, you are still a waste!"

"The matter of your family is also to blame on me? The three elders of your family, Song Changfeng, are so afraid that people don't dare to get out of the hole, and they still fucking count on me?"

"I don't care, you're a waste!"

"Song Mingyuan, I think you're looking for a beating!"

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"Enough, don't make any more noise!" Song Siwan's originally gentle temperament couldn't help it at this time, biting the corner of her thin lip, frowning and saying: "I don't want to think about how to go to Yingdu earlier, I can't finish copying here, if you delay the imperial test, the two of you won't be happy!"

"How to go?" Song Mingyuan shouted loudly: "Is it true that you really want to ride the wind and waves to Yingdu?"

"What's not to do?" Lian Qingchuan raised his slender eyebrows and laughed coldly: "Are you afraid of this little wind and waves?"

"What are you kidding, I, Song Mingyuan, will be afraid?" Song Mingyuan loudly denied: "Let's leave now, whoever doesn't leave will be a grandson!"

The corners of Lian Qingchuan's mouth curled slightly, he looked at him with a smile, turned around and left directly, without continuing to waste time, and shouted loudly at the men and horses of the Anyang Hou Mansion: "The Song family has agreed to set off, and the fleet of the Anyang Hou Mansion is preparing Yang Fan, let's do it now." ”

"Uh...... Song Mingyuan stayed on the spot, and he hadn't come back to his senses yet, just looking at the busy crowd in the Hou Mansion of Anyang, he looked at his sister a little blankly, and asked in a low voice with a twitch at the corner of his mouth: "Uh, did I just say something?"

Song Siwan took a deep breath, she was too lazy to look at Song Mingyuan again, she could only control the anger in her heart, turned around and said to the steward of the Song Mansion, "Uncle Lu, get ready." ”

Lu Bo is over seventy years old, but he looks like he is only forty or fifty years old, his demeanor is moderate, and his cultivation is obviously extraordinary, he looked at the sea with wind and waves in the distance, frowned and said: "Miss, let's ......"

"Uncle Lu, don't say it again. Song Siwan shook her head and said gently: "Since my brother has made a decision, he should abide by it and tell the people below that the time for the two incense sticks is ready, and the matter is done directly." ”

Lu Bo nodded calmly, obviously a little convinced of Song Siwan, and hurriedly went down to prepare many matters when he heard this.

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Not far away, the luxurious carriage of the Zhou family in Chenliujun was also docked at the Weishui wharf.

It's just that the nobles of Nanshan County, although they know that this is the Zhou family's vehicle, but everyone is a wealthy family, and they may be afraid of the power of the Zhou family, but they don't necessarily attach much importance to such a carriage.

But if they knew that the person sitting inside was one of the two most powerful women in the Chu State, I am afraid that they would really have to come from afar to ask for peace, even if the Marquis of Nanshan County saw the woman in the carriage, he had to come to greet him.

Concubine Chu Zhou Fu'er pulled up the curtain, looked at the dispute that had settled in the distance, and pursed her lips with a smile.

"Mother, what are you laughing at?" the little girl asked with some curiosity with a blink of her big cute eyes.

"My mother was laughing at the two children. ”

The dignified concubine Niangniang of the Chu Kingdom, lying on the car window, watched the two children arguing there with interest, feeling a little happy, hugged Qing'er on her lap, pointed to Song Siwan, who was gentle in the distance, and asked: "Qing'er, what do you think of this sister, how about letting her accompany Qing'er in the future?"

Qing'er looked out the window with wide eyes, and involuntarily wanted to suck her fingers, but suddenly felt the queen mother's gradually cold eyes, and was so frightened that she quickly took her little hand down, shook her head and said, "I don't like her!"

Zhou Fu'er asked with some confusion: "Why!"

Qing'er shook her head and said, "I don't know, I just don't like it." ”

Zhou Fu'er frowned slightly, thought about it a little thoughtfully, and suddenly asked, "Then who do you like?"

Qing'er raised her hand and pointed to the figure on the dock, pouted her rosy little mouth, and said, "Na, that's it." ”

Zhou Fu'er raised his head suddenly, he looked at the figure, his deep gaze flashed with an imperceptible killing intent. (To be continued.) )