The meal was eaten in the afternoon, and when Liu Chen and the others watched the flat boat taken by the Governor of Song gradually move away, they turned around and sat back on the Taishi chair again, and everyone was silent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Just do what Song Du said, I'll go to the palace tomorrow and meet Gongsun You!"

"What if people don't agree to you? You have to think clearly, there are so many warlocks, who is not blushing?" Listening to Liu Chen's words, Wu Tong couldn't help but sneer, and took the wine jug and poured it directly into his mouth.

"Brother Tong'er is right!" the great monk finally spoke, "If this matter is done, it will make everyone happy, if it can't be done, there will be something wrong with the Tianji Pavilion......"

"Oh?" Liu Chen frowned, and his gaze fell on the slightly drunk face of the great monk.

"You don't know, the empire recruits troops every three years, not counting in wartime, but regardless of whether there is a war or not, the Tianji Pavilion has exported twenty-seven warlocks to the Zhongzhou Legion at the most...... It was still a matter of the Longqing period, the four gods would conquer the west, and the twenty-seven Tianji Pavilion warlocks were called into the command of King Wucheng...... Now, Zi Ming has taken out fifty warlocks for you in one go...... Hehe, what does the royal family think?"

"......" Liu Chen was speechless, and his face sank: "Why is it that every time a thing was placed in the past, it was a trivial matter, but now, it is always involved in those conspiracies?"

"Times have changed......"

"Hey!"

......

"It's a big deal, I don't want this military status, just take the clansmen to Canglan County, and follow the prince together......!" Hmph!"

"Nonsense!" Liu Chen stood up suddenly, and said with a serious face: "People who go to the battlefield, how can they guarantee that there will be a return date, if they don't have a military status, they won't have an identity nameplate, and if someone dies in battle, it can't be entered into the Martyrs' Shrine, not only the family can't get a pension, but even the horse leather shroud has no chance, is such a sacrifice worth it?"

"But ......"

"No, but, don't say more, tomorrow morning, I'll enter the palace!"

......

No one knows what Liu Chen talked about with Gongsun You after entering the palace, in short, within three days, the military status certificates of the fifty organ warlocks brought out by Ban Shuziming were all transferred to Canglan County, and the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies did not make any noise in this regard.

Chang'an in spring is still lively, even in the extremely dull Wuyi Alley, there is a burst of joyful laughter from time to time, since the day of the Qinglong painting boat appeared, Liu Chen once again hid in the general's mansion, every morning, he and Wu Tong practiced to improve their swordsmanship, and so on, and at night, he calmed down to meditate, such days passed quickly, and the progress of the two was also very obvious.

On the first day of April, it was sunny.

On the official road outside Chang'an City, a scholar came, the scholar was carrying a basket and holding a bamboo cane, and the rising warm sun spread a layer of fine sweat on his forehead, and he raised his hand from time to time, wetting his sleeves......

I don't know how long he walked, he saw a tea shop in the distance, the tea shop was not big or small, it was so lonely under the weeping willows next to the official road, and the cars and horses came and went in an endless stream, making the business in the tea shop seem to be very good, and from a distance, the scholar heard bursts of laughter from the tea shop.

"Hey, Lao Wang, next month is the Qionglin Conference, you are still going to the south at this time, can you come back by then?"

"Of course I have to rush back......" The fat man who was called the old king was dressed in brocade, and he looked rich, and he couldn't help but smile when he heard the jokes of others, and while eating snacks, he replied with a smile: "I still want to see the king of Canglan take the lead!"

"That's not it!" someone took over the words in the tea shop, "On the day when King Canglan takes the leader and goes out, my Lao Li will be the first to donate money ****!"

"Cut, how much can you donate as a stingy man...... Can His Royal Highness the King of Canglan see it?"

"Lao Tzu donates 30,000 taels!" Listening to the bursts of laughter in the tea shop, Lao Li couldn't help but blush, and said very angrily: "I don't want the king to take a fancy to my little money, I just want the soldiers on the front line to play the momentum of our Great Summer!

"Well said!"

"Yes, don't forget to call me one when the time comes, and I'll donate 30,000 taels too!"

"I donate too!"

......

The tea shop was full of people, and no one cared about a scholar who came in a hurry, and others thought that this was a student who came to Chang'an from which state and county...... The Qionglin Conference, divided into civil and military double tests, this is the best opportunity for countless Han family students to go straight to the ladder! As the old saying goes, "The man who walks out of the Donghua Gate is a good man!" Only the Tianjiao who can rank among the top 20 in the civil and military are qualified to walk out of the Donghua Gate and pass through the Suzaku Street under the leadership of the leader......

"Woman, can the students sit here?"

There were no more seats left in the teahouse, so the scholar looked at it for a while, and then walked to a corner to the east, where a gray-haired old woman was smiling and quietly listening to the laughter of the people in the teahouse......

"Yes...... Xiucaigong, please take a seat!"

After the young scholar thanked him, on the crumbling wooden table, an old man and a young man sat opposite each other, and the harmony of each smile made others think that this was a pair of grandchildren.

"Student Cheng Xuanji, dare to ask what your mother-in-law is called?"

The white-clothed scholar smiled slightly, but he was from Langzhou.

"Hehehe......" The old woman kindly filled Cheng Xuanji with a cup of coarse tea, and then grinned, and said with a smile on her face: "The old man's surname is Beigong!"

"Oh......" Cheng Xuanji didn't see any superfluous emotions on his face, and after taking a sip of coarse tea, he chuckled and said, "Listening to my mother-in-law's accent, it seems to be a northerner?"

"Yes, yes!" The old woman's eyes were very bright, judging from her facial features, when she was young, she must have been a beautiful woman, even if she was gray, she couldn't cover the soft light that emanated from time to time on her body at that time, "The little niece of the old body married to Chang'an, and the old man came this time to see if she was doing well...... Listen to your accent, you are not a native of the imperial capital, but you are here to participate in the Qionglin Conference? Hehe, the old body is really an honor, if you have the opportunity to meet next time, I have to call you Master Cheng!"

The mother-in-law laughed...... With the probability of one out of ten thousand in the Qionglin Conference, Xuanji can't guarantee that he will definitely pass the exam!"

"Don't be modest, although the old body has no long things, but the level of people is quite insightful, Mr. Cheng...... The dragon's shoulders and phoenix's neck are unspeakably expensive!"

An old man and a young man looked at each other for a long time, and then they all lowered their heads, and they didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts.

"This Chang'an City, how many guests are sent every day, but there are too many people, and there are many people, and there are some evil guests hiding in the crowd, who can see it?"

The old woman's brainless words can only be understood by Cheng Xuanji, after a long silence, Cheng Xuanji raised his head slightly, staring at the old woman in front of him with blazing eyes, he was laughing, laughing so much that he didn't know what to do...... (To be continued.) )