As more and more poems were copied, Xu Qi'an gradually figured out the tricks of scholars to show their saints. What others asked, you answered, this is what Gua Pi could do.
You must be happy and enhancing.
Just like now, from No. 4 to the drinker, from the drinker to the courtesan, from the courtesan to the maid serving the meal, they were all watching him and waiting for him.
In front of everyone, Xu Qi'an stood up and walked in the hall. After seven steps, he stopped and said leisurely: Ten years of sharpening a sword.
Chu Yuanzhen was stunned. He just said he was raising a sword, but Xu Qi'an immediately wrote this sentence and ran away. This poem was written for him.
No. 4 was immediately moved. He had never met Xu Qi'an and had a few words of drink and talked happily, so he was willing to write poems for him. It was really ashamed to treat others so kind and enthusiastic.
No. 3 is a chivalrous scholar. Although he has some minor problems in pursuing profit, he is generally a person worth making friends with.His cousin is more ancient and kind than him, and he is worthy of being a real brother.
At the same time, Chu Yuanzhen thought of the example of Mr. Ziyang, and his heart was slightly hot. He was also a scholar and loved poetry. He encountered such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and there was no reason not to look forward to it.
Xu Qi'an looked around everyone and read the second sentence: Frost Blade has not been tried.
After ten years of sharpening a sword, the Frost Blade has never tried... The officials present chewed on this poem, smiling and shiny.
This couplet is neatly matched, and no matter whether it is charm or artistic conception, it is not as good as the poems before Qi'an, but the charm of the poem is not only charm and artistic conception.
After ten years of hardening a sword, the Frost Blade has never tried it!
A short sentence, the ambition and enthusiasm are vividly displayed on the paper.After ten years of hard work, this pretentious spirit can only be written by a successful young character like him.
Chu Yuanzhen's eyes were bright, and she unconsciously straightened her back, half-lying on the desk, and she made a forward pose, looking forward to the next couplet.
It's so appropriate, it's so appropriate.
He has traveled around the world, opened his eyes and nurtured his sword energy over the years. This top-quality magic weapon of the Human Sect has always been hidden in the sword sheath and has never been displayed.
It will eventually be unsheathed, but Chu Yuanzhen himself did not think about what would happen in the future and asked him to draw out the sword.
It was not until recently that Renzong Dao sent a letter to send a letter to the first flying sword and summoned him back to fight against Tianzong's disciple Li Miaozhen that Chu Yuanzhen suddenly realized that it was to wait for this time.
It’s just that there are so many regrets in my heart that this sword will definitely be earth-shaking and used to kill Li Miaozhen, which is not what he wishes.
What is the second couplet?Under what circumstances will a sword be drawn after ten years?
Chu Yuanzhen muttered in his heart, full of desire to learn from this.
At this time, Xu Qi'an shook his head and sighed: The second couplet has not been thought of yet.
！！！
This, why is this gone?There can't be no Ah, how can a poem have only the first couplet?
Lord Xu, don’t be willful, we are still waiting.
What is the second line? Think about it again, think about it again...
In the hall, everyone's eyes widened, unable to accept this fact.
Xu Qian spread his hands, held the wine glass and returned to the table, and said helplessly: I really didn’t think about it, let’s do it like this. I will make half of the song first, and I will make up for Brother Chu in the future. What about?
...This is all there is to do.Chu Yuanzhen said disappointedly.
Everyone reluctantly accepted the result.
The wine order continued. Although the elegant order was elegant, the atmosphere was slightly light. Fuxiang proposed to play the role, which was unanimously agreed by everyone.
The courtesans accompanied the drinkers to play and had a lot of fun.
Why not let's play the throwing pot.
Chu Zhuangyuan, who was not accompanied by a beauty, proposed.
This banquet is designed to welcome him. He is the protagonist of the banquet and he has the final say.
There are rules for throwing pots. It is very simple. Put a pot in the hall, and each drinker will give three arrows. Those who fail to hit the pot can punish the wine. Those who hit the pot can order any person in the field to drink.
After a few rounds, this group of officials with great identities drank slightly, and gradually changed from game participants to bystanders, and then from bystanders to cheering crowds.
On the field, only Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuanzhen were throwing the pot, and each one was sure to hit it. The two seemed to be angry and neither of them was willing to admit defeat.
The courtesans were waving flags and shouting. When either Xu Qi'an or Chu Yuanzhen voted, they cheered loudly, their faces flushed with excitement.
Such a wonderful casting showdown is very rare.
At the beginning, the courtesans could still treat them fairly without favoring either side. Gradually, the twelve courtesans were divided into two camps, one side supported Chu Yuanzhen, and the other side was Xu Qi'an's fans... They were all the women Xu Qi'an had slept with, Fu Xiang, Ming Yan, Xiaoya, etc.
I would recommend blindfolding my eyes.Xu Qi'an said.
Chu Yuanzhen pondered for a moment and shook his head and said: Even if you blindfold your eyes, you will hit every shot. My suggestion is that each person will win twenty arrows, whoever shoots first will win.
Can play!
The drinkers and courtesans' eyes lit up and they all expressed their agreement.
Fu Xiang ordered the maid to take a silk scarf and blindfold the two of them. Xu Qi'an found that the silk scarf was hazy and had a good light transmission, and the outline of the barnacle could be vaguely seen.
He turned around silently, with his back to the field.
Chu Yuanzhen was stunned, smiled and shook her head, and turned her back.
The atmosphere on the field became more lively. Not only did they mask, but they also turned around. They had never seen this game before.
How to play this?Ming Yan said in a sweet voice: Who can win the game?
Another courtesan giggled: Whoever wins the two adults will serve you tonight.
Ming Yan blushed and spitted, and secretly looked at Xu Qi'an.
Xu Qi'an used to talking and laughed with his eyes blindfolded: "It's not possible, there are too few top scores, I want you all."
The courtesans were not afraid at all and responded with a smile: Lord Xu is afraid that he will hold the wall and go to the yamen to Yingmao tomorrow.
The laughter sounded like a loud bang, Yingying YànYàn.
No. 3 declined my proposal. It looked like a serious person who never went to teach the Fangsi, but his elder brother was exactly the opposite.
Chu Yuanzhen sighed in his heart that Xu Qi'an was indeed a romantic person. He was like a fish in water in the Jiaofangsi and could be more relaxed than any scholar.
For today's scholars and officials, Jiaofangsi and brothels are more of a social place, drinking and socializing with colleagues and classmates. Restaurants are places where only civilians go. People with real identities choose Jiaofangsi.
A talented courtesan acts as an official, and a handsome maid pours wine to serve him. This is the order.
But the scholars and officials will not be too unrestrained when considering their faces. Xu Qi'an is different.
It’s a romantic spirit to die under the peony flowers!Xu Qi'an hugged Fu Xiang's small waist.
The sudden golden sentence made everyone present secretly admire how terrible this person's talent is, and the good sentences and good poems are all in their mouths.
If this person is studying, he will become a great scholar of his generation.
Xu Pingzhi is not a son.
Dong!
An arrow accurately threw it into the barnacle, interrupting everyone's distracting thoughts and returning to their attention.
After bidding for one, Xu Qian smiled and said: Brother Chu, it’s time.
good!Chu Yuanzhen responded lightly.
While speaking, he threw an arrow back and hit it accurately.
Wow……
Ming Yan exclaimed and widened his eyes.
Dongdongdongdongdong...
Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuanzhen each shot one arrow, and they would hit each shot. Each shot was a shot. The courtesans exclaimed, feeling their eyes wide open.
The throwing pot was just a small game, but the two of them played it in a variety of ways.
One after another, when Xu Qi'an finished the tenth, Chu Yuanzhen had already invested thirteen, and only seven were left in his hand.
When Xu Qi'an had five left in his hand, Chu Yuanzhen had only two left in his hand.
It seems that the winner has been decided.
Fu Xiang and Ming Yan, the courtesan who supported Xu Qi'an, looked dark and could not hide his disappointment.
The courtesans who supported Chu Yuanzhen applauded in advance and gave the top scholar in the 27th year of Yuanjing.
The officials watching around seemed to have expected this result, and their smiles were the lightest.
Chu Yuanzhen is a legendary figure. When he was a student, he was already outstanding among his classmates and had outstanding talents and appearance. Later, he abandoned literature and practiced Taoism, and no one was optimistic about him. A friend of mine was so angry that he had broken his robe and had a broken stern.
But who would have thought that in just a few years, he soared into the sky and challenged Jin Luo Zhang Kaitai. Even though he was defeated, he was still honored by Wei Yuan as the number one swordsman in the capital.
In their opinion, such a peerless genius is naturally much more outstanding than Xu Qi'an, who can investigate cases.
At this time, Chu Yuanzhen had already thrown the second-last arrow and entered the pot accurately.
Fu Xiang pursed her lips, withdrew her gaze from the barnacle, looked at Xu Qi'an, and was shocked to find that the corner of the man's mouth was gently raised... She was very familiar with this expression. Every time Xu Qi'an was proud of her, she would slightly raise the corner of her mouth.
He is sure?!
As soon as the thought arose, Fu Xiang saw a ridiculous scene. Xu Qi'an threw five arrows in his hand at the same time. They drew a neat arc in the air and entered the pot perfectly.
There is only one sound from the five arrows: Dong!
The hall fell into silence in an instant, with his eyes wide open.
This is OK?
Oh... Ming Yan cheered and rushed to Xu Qi'an's arms excitedly: Lord Xu, I love you so much.
Fuxiang frowned repeatedly.
Awesome.A censor exclaimed.
It turns out that throwing pots can be played like this, which is an eye-opener.Another official smiled and agreed.
The courtesan's eyes were filled with admiration when they saw Xu Qi'an.
Chu Yuanzhen took off the scarf and smiled, "Strange."
The tea circumference lasted until the beginning of Hai Dynasty (9 o'clock in the evening). The courtesans yawned and stood up to say goodbye. The hem of the skirts fluttered and their bodies were light.
Although they were a little sleepy, the beauty was still unsatisfied and felt that the banquet with Xu Qi'an and the number one swordsman in the capital was too interesting. Unfortunately, such high-quality guests could not be encountered every day.
Ming Yan secretly wrote in Xu Qi'an's palm and seduced him to his Qingchi Courtyard, but was pricked by Fuxiang for a few words and then drove him away.
Chu Yuanzhen did not stay at the Jiafangsi overnight and said goodbye and left.Xu Qi'an personally sent him out of the hospital.
Number 4 is too indifferent and free, and has the character of a scholar... I can't find any chance to let him die in society... Xu Qi'an looked at the back of the swordsman in blue and felt very regretful.
However, scholars have weaknesses of scholars, such as poetry.
He hid the second couplet first and took it out when the right time.
The maid was left to clean up the mess, Fu Xiang took Xu Qi'an's arm and entered the bedroom. Xu Qi'an sat at the table and drank tea. When his ears moved, he heard Zhong Li's voice transmission.
He turned his head and looked at the screen. Her graceful shadow appeared in the candlelight. He threw it on the screen. He took off his dress one by one and changed into a thin gauze dress.
While taking a shower, Xu Qi'an suddenly said:
I will redeem you in a few days.
Fu Xiang was stunned for a moment, and a complex look flashed in her beautiful eyes, which quickly settled down, and she chuckled: Xu Lang had just become a viscount, and taking a concubine now is not a good reputation for you.
It's done too.Xu Qian hugged his slippery waist and said with a smile.
After taking a shower, he and Fuxiang rolled on the bed. When he was sad, he suddenly heard a click, followed by a sense of weightlessness.
The bed collapsed.
Fu Xiang exclaimed and wrapped around Xu Qi'an, her long legs like white python hooked his waist tightly, and she was startled.
...Zhong Li, I want to find a supervisor to return the goods!
Xu Qi'an was furious.
……
After leaving Yingmei Pavilion, Chu Yuanzhen waved his sword, and the long sword on his back seemed to come alive, leaving the bond like a swimming fish and stopped in front of him.
Chu Yuanzhen stepped on the scabbard and said softly: Let's go.
The long sword paused slightly, suddenly pierced through the night sky, and soared straight up.
The moment he flew into the night sky, Chu Yuanzhen felt that countless gazes were locked in the capital, and then moved away.The most cold gaze of his back came from the towering star-gazing tower.
He quickly left the inner city and flew towards the south of the outer city.
If I remember correctly, Hengyuan No. 6 was in the Health Hall. He lowered his height and searched for a long time, and finally found the Health Hall in Nancheng.
Chu Yuanzhen was not a native of the capital. He studied in the Imperial College and passed the imperial examination and passed the imperial examination. He has always lived in the inner city.In the future, the poor gathered in the outer city.
Pressing the sword head, he landed lightly in the yard of the Yangshengtang. While he jumped off the scabbard, he heard the sound of chanting the Buddha's name coming from under the eaves:
Amitabha.
Chu Yuanzhen held the hilt of the sword and inserted the sword back into the sword bag behind him. Following the sound, in the darkness under the eaves, there was a monk wearing a simple green dress. He was burly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and hard face lines.
Master Hengyuan?Chu Yuanzhen greeted with a smile.
It’s me, is the donor number four?Hengyuan put his hands together and looked at him quietly.
The two of them who met for the first time did not show any calmness, neither close nor unfamiliarity, Hengyuan led Chu Yuanzhen into the house, lit the oil lamp, and then took out a jar of wine from under the bed, took out two porcelain bowls, and simply wiped away the dust with his sleeves.
Chu Yuanzhen never said no to wine, but he was just a little curious: Can Buddhist disciples drink?
Hengyuan calmly answered: The monks do not dare to eat meat and vegetables.
There is also a subtext in this sentence: monks do not need to keep the precepts.
I've seen No. 3 today.
Chu Yuanzhen regretted not bringing peanuts, and had wine but no vegetables, and always felt that something was missing.
Hengyuan nodded.
No. 3 pretended not to know me... With his intelligence and talent, I believe he recognized me at that time, and for some reason he pretended not to know me.
Chu Yuanzhen shook his head helplessly and said: The eighth-level self-cultivation realm is a little shallow.
However, he knew the secret of No. 3. No. 3 was related to the clear energy of the Sub-Sacred Temple. When dealing with No. 3, we cannot simply look at the surface.
Master Hengyuan took a sip of wine and pondered: Compared to No. 3, I am more in love with Lord Xu. You may not know that he did not die in Yunzhou...
After explaining Xu Qi'an's resurrection from the dead on the Sixth, Chu Yuanzhen nodded: Although the birth pill is good, the restrictions are too great. It depends on his own luck to survive.
I just met Xu Qi'an in Jiaofangsi. I have a good impression of him. I think I have heard you discuss it too many times in the fragments of the local book, and I have no sense of unfamiliarity with him.
After a pause, No. 4 smiled and said: No. 3 I have never been with him, but Xu Qi'an does have a lot of appetite for me.
After drinking the turbid wine in the jar, Chu Yuanzhen proposed to see the child. After watching it, he looked quite depressed.
Although I don’t like Buddhism, they have a very right saying, the world is like a sea of suffering, and sentient beings struggle in the sea of suffering.Chu Yuanzhen said with emotion.
Master Hengyuan glanced at him.
Chu Yuanzhen hurriedly said: No intention to offend.
Hengyuan then withdrew his gaze.
Three days later, the second test will be held. Let’s go and see No. 3 together.Hengyuan said: No. 3 is not willing to disclose his identity with us. He said that if we meet, we just need to meet and smile.
This way.Chu Yuanzhen suddenly realized.
……
Time flies, and three days pass.
At dawn, Xu Erlang arrived at the Gongyuan accompanied by his family.
The Nine Confucian Confucianism has the ability to remember everything you have. This test is the meaning of the classics, and Erlang must be without pressure.Xu Qian patted his shoulder and encouraged him.
Uncle Xu Er and aunt smiled.
According to Erlang himself, he performed well on the first day of strategy and questioning. He was already good at strategy and questioning, and the second chapter of the classics was not a big problem.
In the eyes of his second uncle and aunt, Erlang is sure to become a tribute scholar.
Xu Xinnian raised his chin slightly and said arrogantly: There are many talents in the world, so you should not be careless. There may be those who are stronger than me.
Maybe there are... Xu Qian said with confidence that you are better at pretending to be better.
Farewell to his family, he walked towards the gate of the Gongyuan, intending to line up to enter the venue. At this moment, a loud voice came from his ears: Amitabha.
Xu Xinnian turned his head and saw two people standing on the street, one was a burly monk and the other was a blue-shirted swordsman with a swordsman on his back.
After seeing him, the monk and the swordsman both showed secret smiles.
...Xu Xinnian's face froze, lowered her head, and hurriedly returned to her father and elder brother, and felt a little secure.
Dad, brother, I suspect someone wants to plot against me.Xu Xinnian said in a deep voice.
When Xu Pingzhi heard this, his eyebrows immediately raised and his eyes were like lightning: Who?
He is the Imperial Sword Guard who patrolled the city and knew that a large number of gangsters from the world have poured into the capital recently, which is an extremely unstable factor for public security.
The most obvious thing is that there are more gentlemen on the Liang Dynasty. Those underworld spent all their money in the capital and did not make money. The first choice is stealing and robbery.
A monk, a swordsman.Xu Xinnian turned around and pointed to somewhere behind.
Xu Qi'an looked for a moment and said: Who is the one?
？？？
Xu Xinnian showed horror: I was there just now.
Okay, I also said you are not stressed, but I think you have hallucinations.Xu Qian patted his younger brother on the shoulder and said:
Erlang Ah, don’t pay attention to those who don’t know and act strangely.
As he said that, he held his hand behind Xu Xinnian.
Xu Erlang looked behind him and said in confusion: What is this, brother?
It's okay, I'll take the blame for you.
……
You must be happy and enhancing.
Just like now, from No. 4 to the drinker, from the drinker to the courtesan, from the courtesan to the maid serving the meal, they were all watching him and waiting for him.
In front of everyone, Xu Qi'an stood up and walked in the hall. After seven steps, he stopped and said leisurely: Ten years of sharpening a sword.
Chu Yuanzhen was stunned. He just said he was raising a sword, but Xu Qi'an immediately wrote this sentence and ran away. This poem was written for him.
No. 4 was immediately moved. He had never met Xu Qi'an and had a few words of drink and talked happily, so he was willing to write poems for him. It was really ashamed to treat others so kind and enthusiastic.
No. 3 is a chivalrous scholar. Although he has some minor problems in pursuing profit, he is generally a person worth making friends with.His cousin is more ancient and kind than him, and he is worthy of being a real brother.
At the same time, Chu Yuanzhen thought of the example of Mr. Ziyang, and his heart was slightly hot. He was also a scholar and loved poetry. He encountered such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and there was no reason not to look forward to it.
Xu Qi'an looked around everyone and read the second sentence: Frost Blade has not been tried.
After ten years of sharpening a sword, the Frost Blade has never tried... The officials present chewed on this poem, smiling and shiny.
This couplet is neatly matched, and no matter whether it is charm or artistic conception, it is not as good as the poems before Qi'an, but the charm of the poem is not only charm and artistic conception.
After ten years of hardening a sword, the Frost Blade has never tried it!
A short sentence, the ambition and enthusiasm are vividly displayed on the paper.After ten years of hard work, this pretentious spirit can only be written by a successful young character like him.
Chu Yuanzhen's eyes were bright, and she unconsciously straightened her back, half-lying on the desk, and she made a forward pose, looking forward to the next couplet.
It's so appropriate, it's so appropriate.
He has traveled around the world, opened his eyes and nurtured his sword energy over the years. This top-quality magic weapon of the Human Sect has always been hidden in the sword sheath and has never been displayed.
It will eventually be unsheathed, but Chu Yuanzhen himself did not think about what would happen in the future and asked him to draw out the sword.
It was not until recently that Renzong Dao sent a letter to send a letter to the first flying sword and summoned him back to fight against Tianzong's disciple Li Miaozhen that Chu Yuanzhen suddenly realized that it was to wait for this time.
It’s just that there are so many regrets in my heart that this sword will definitely be earth-shaking and used to kill Li Miaozhen, which is not what he wishes.
What is the second couplet?Under what circumstances will a sword be drawn after ten years?
Chu Yuanzhen muttered in his heart, full of desire to learn from this.
At this time, Xu Qi'an shook his head and sighed: The second couplet has not been thought of yet.
！！！
This, why is this gone?There can't be no Ah, how can a poem have only the first couplet?
Lord Xu, don’t be willful, we are still waiting.
What is the second line? Think about it again, think about it again...
In the hall, everyone's eyes widened, unable to accept this fact.
Xu Qian spread his hands, held the wine glass and returned to the table, and said helplessly: I really didn’t think about it, let’s do it like this. I will make half of the song first, and I will make up for Brother Chu in the future. What about?
...This is all there is to do.Chu Yuanzhen said disappointedly.
Everyone reluctantly accepted the result.
The wine order continued. Although the elegant order was elegant, the atmosphere was slightly light. Fuxiang proposed to play the role, which was unanimously agreed by everyone.
The courtesans accompanied the drinkers to play and had a lot of fun.
Why not let's play the throwing pot.
Chu Zhuangyuan, who was not accompanied by a beauty, proposed.
This banquet is designed to welcome him. He is the protagonist of the banquet and he has the final say.
There are rules for throwing pots. It is very simple. Put a pot in the hall, and each drinker will give three arrows. Those who fail to hit the pot can punish the wine. Those who hit the pot can order any person in the field to drink.
After a few rounds, this group of officials with great identities drank slightly, and gradually changed from game participants to bystanders, and then from bystanders to cheering crowds.
On the field, only Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuanzhen were throwing the pot, and each one was sure to hit it. The two seemed to be angry and neither of them was willing to admit defeat.
The courtesans were waving flags and shouting. When either Xu Qi'an or Chu Yuanzhen voted, they cheered loudly, their faces flushed with excitement.
Such a wonderful casting showdown is very rare.
At the beginning, the courtesans could still treat them fairly without favoring either side. Gradually, the twelve courtesans were divided into two camps, one side supported Chu Yuanzhen, and the other side was Xu Qi'an's fans... They were all the women Xu Qi'an had slept with, Fu Xiang, Ming Yan, Xiaoya, etc.
I would recommend blindfolding my eyes.Xu Qi'an said.
Chu Yuanzhen pondered for a moment and shook his head and said: Even if you blindfold your eyes, you will hit every shot. My suggestion is that each person will win twenty arrows, whoever shoots first will win.
Can play!
The drinkers and courtesans' eyes lit up and they all expressed their agreement.
Fu Xiang ordered the maid to take a silk scarf and blindfold the two of them. Xu Qi'an found that the silk scarf was hazy and had a good light transmission, and the outline of the barnacle could be vaguely seen.
He turned around silently, with his back to the field.
Chu Yuanzhen was stunned, smiled and shook her head, and turned her back.
The atmosphere on the field became more lively. Not only did they mask, but they also turned around. They had never seen this game before.
How to play this?Ming Yan said in a sweet voice: Who can win the game?
Another courtesan giggled: Whoever wins the two adults will serve you tonight.
Ming Yan blushed and spitted, and secretly looked at Xu Qi'an.
Xu Qi'an used to talking and laughed with his eyes blindfolded: "It's not possible, there are too few top scores, I want you all."
The courtesans were not afraid at all and responded with a smile: Lord Xu is afraid that he will hold the wall and go to the yamen to Yingmao tomorrow.
The laughter sounded like a loud bang, Yingying YànYàn.
No. 3 declined my proposal. It looked like a serious person who never went to teach the Fangsi, but his elder brother was exactly the opposite.
Chu Yuanzhen sighed in his heart that Xu Qi'an was indeed a romantic person. He was like a fish in water in the Jiaofangsi and could be more relaxed than any scholar.
For today's scholars and officials, Jiaofangsi and brothels are more of a social place, drinking and socializing with colleagues and classmates. Restaurants are places where only civilians go. People with real identities choose Jiaofangsi.
A talented courtesan acts as an official, and a handsome maid pours wine to serve him. This is the order.
But the scholars and officials will not be too unrestrained when considering their faces. Xu Qi'an is different.
It’s a romantic spirit to die under the peony flowers!Xu Qi'an hugged Fu Xiang's small waist.
The sudden golden sentence made everyone present secretly admire how terrible this person's talent is, and the good sentences and good poems are all in their mouths.
If this person is studying, he will become a great scholar of his generation.
Xu Pingzhi is not a son.
Dong!
An arrow accurately threw it into the barnacle, interrupting everyone's distracting thoughts and returning to their attention.
After bidding for one, Xu Qian smiled and said: Brother Chu, it’s time.
good!Chu Yuanzhen responded lightly.
While speaking, he threw an arrow back and hit it accurately.
Wow……
Ming Yan exclaimed and widened his eyes.
Dongdongdongdongdong...
Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuanzhen each shot one arrow, and they would hit each shot. Each shot was a shot. The courtesans exclaimed, feeling their eyes wide open.
The throwing pot was just a small game, but the two of them played it in a variety of ways.
One after another, when Xu Qi'an finished the tenth, Chu Yuanzhen had already invested thirteen, and only seven were left in his hand.
When Xu Qi'an had five left in his hand, Chu Yuanzhen had only two left in his hand.
It seems that the winner has been decided.
Fu Xiang and Ming Yan, the courtesan who supported Xu Qi'an, looked dark and could not hide his disappointment.
The courtesans who supported Chu Yuanzhen applauded in advance and gave the top scholar in the 27th year of Yuanjing.
The officials watching around seemed to have expected this result, and their smiles were the lightest.
Chu Yuanzhen is a legendary figure. When he was a student, he was already outstanding among his classmates and had outstanding talents and appearance. Later, he abandoned literature and practiced Taoism, and no one was optimistic about him. A friend of mine was so angry that he had broken his robe and had a broken stern.
But who would have thought that in just a few years, he soared into the sky and challenged Jin Luo Zhang Kaitai. Even though he was defeated, he was still honored by Wei Yuan as the number one swordsman in the capital.
In their opinion, such a peerless genius is naturally much more outstanding than Xu Qi'an, who can investigate cases.
At this time, Chu Yuanzhen had already thrown the second-last arrow and entered the pot accurately.
Fu Xiang pursed her lips, withdrew her gaze from the barnacle, looked at Xu Qi'an, and was shocked to find that the corner of the man's mouth was gently raised... She was very familiar with this expression. Every time Xu Qi'an was proud of her, she would slightly raise the corner of her mouth.
He is sure?!
As soon as the thought arose, Fu Xiang saw a ridiculous scene. Xu Qi'an threw five arrows in his hand at the same time. They drew a neat arc in the air and entered the pot perfectly.
There is only one sound from the five arrows: Dong!
The hall fell into silence in an instant, with his eyes wide open.
This is OK?
Oh... Ming Yan cheered and rushed to Xu Qi'an's arms excitedly: Lord Xu, I love you so much.
Fuxiang frowned repeatedly.
Awesome.A censor exclaimed.
It turns out that throwing pots can be played like this, which is an eye-opener.Another official smiled and agreed.
The courtesan's eyes were filled with admiration when they saw Xu Qi'an.
Chu Yuanzhen took off the scarf and smiled, "Strange."
The tea circumference lasted until the beginning of Hai Dynasty (9 o'clock in the evening). The courtesans yawned and stood up to say goodbye. The hem of the skirts fluttered and their bodies were light.
Although they were a little sleepy, the beauty was still unsatisfied and felt that the banquet with Xu Qi'an and the number one swordsman in the capital was too interesting. Unfortunately, such high-quality guests could not be encountered every day.
Ming Yan secretly wrote in Xu Qi'an's palm and seduced him to his Qingchi Courtyard, but was pricked by Fuxiang for a few words and then drove him away.
Chu Yuanzhen did not stay at the Jiafangsi overnight and said goodbye and left.Xu Qi'an personally sent him out of the hospital.
Number 4 is too indifferent and free, and has the character of a scholar... I can't find any chance to let him die in society... Xu Qi'an looked at the back of the swordsman in blue and felt very regretful.
However, scholars have weaknesses of scholars, such as poetry.
He hid the second couplet first and took it out when the right time.
The maid was left to clean up the mess, Fu Xiang took Xu Qi'an's arm and entered the bedroom. Xu Qi'an sat at the table and drank tea. When his ears moved, he heard Zhong Li's voice transmission.
He turned his head and looked at the screen. Her graceful shadow appeared in the candlelight. He threw it on the screen. He took off his dress one by one and changed into a thin gauze dress.
While taking a shower, Xu Qi'an suddenly said:
I will redeem you in a few days.
Fu Xiang was stunned for a moment, and a complex look flashed in her beautiful eyes, which quickly settled down, and she chuckled: Xu Lang had just become a viscount, and taking a concubine now is not a good reputation for you.
It's done too.Xu Qian hugged his slippery waist and said with a smile.
After taking a shower, he and Fuxiang rolled on the bed. When he was sad, he suddenly heard a click, followed by a sense of weightlessness.
The bed collapsed.
Fu Xiang exclaimed and wrapped around Xu Qi'an, her long legs like white python hooked his waist tightly, and she was startled.
...Zhong Li, I want to find a supervisor to return the goods!
Xu Qi'an was furious.
……
After leaving Yingmei Pavilion, Chu Yuanzhen waved his sword, and the long sword on his back seemed to come alive, leaving the bond like a swimming fish and stopped in front of him.
Chu Yuanzhen stepped on the scabbard and said softly: Let's go.
The long sword paused slightly, suddenly pierced through the night sky, and soared straight up.
The moment he flew into the night sky, Chu Yuanzhen felt that countless gazes were locked in the capital, and then moved away.The most cold gaze of his back came from the towering star-gazing tower.
He quickly left the inner city and flew towards the south of the outer city.
If I remember correctly, Hengyuan No. 6 was in the Health Hall. He lowered his height and searched for a long time, and finally found the Health Hall in Nancheng.
Chu Yuanzhen was not a native of the capital. He studied in the Imperial College and passed the imperial examination and passed the imperial examination. He has always lived in the inner city.In the future, the poor gathered in the outer city.
Pressing the sword head, he landed lightly in the yard of the Yangshengtang. While he jumped off the scabbard, he heard the sound of chanting the Buddha's name coming from under the eaves:
Amitabha.
Chu Yuanzhen held the hilt of the sword and inserted the sword back into the sword bag behind him. Following the sound, in the darkness under the eaves, there was a monk wearing a simple green dress. He was burly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and hard face lines.
Master Hengyuan?Chu Yuanzhen greeted with a smile.
It’s me, is the donor number four?Hengyuan put his hands together and looked at him quietly.
The two of them who met for the first time did not show any calmness, neither close nor unfamiliarity, Hengyuan led Chu Yuanzhen into the house, lit the oil lamp, and then took out a jar of wine from under the bed, took out two porcelain bowls, and simply wiped away the dust with his sleeves.
Chu Yuanzhen never said no to wine, but he was just a little curious: Can Buddhist disciples drink?
Hengyuan calmly answered: The monks do not dare to eat meat and vegetables.
There is also a subtext in this sentence: monks do not need to keep the precepts.
I've seen No. 3 today.
Chu Yuanzhen regretted not bringing peanuts, and had wine but no vegetables, and always felt that something was missing.
Hengyuan nodded.
No. 3 pretended not to know me... With his intelligence and talent, I believe he recognized me at that time, and for some reason he pretended not to know me.
Chu Yuanzhen shook his head helplessly and said: The eighth-level self-cultivation realm is a little shallow.
However, he knew the secret of No. 3. No. 3 was related to the clear energy of the Sub-Sacred Temple. When dealing with No. 3, we cannot simply look at the surface.
Master Hengyuan took a sip of wine and pondered: Compared to No. 3, I am more in love with Lord Xu. You may not know that he did not die in Yunzhou...
After explaining Xu Qi'an's resurrection from the dead on the Sixth, Chu Yuanzhen nodded: Although the birth pill is good, the restrictions are too great. It depends on his own luck to survive.
I just met Xu Qi'an in Jiaofangsi. I have a good impression of him. I think I have heard you discuss it too many times in the fragments of the local book, and I have no sense of unfamiliarity with him.
After a pause, No. 4 smiled and said: No. 3 I have never been with him, but Xu Qi'an does have a lot of appetite for me.
After drinking the turbid wine in the jar, Chu Yuanzhen proposed to see the child. After watching it, he looked quite depressed.
Although I don’t like Buddhism, they have a very right saying, the world is like a sea of suffering, and sentient beings struggle in the sea of suffering.Chu Yuanzhen said with emotion.
Master Hengyuan glanced at him.
Chu Yuanzhen hurriedly said: No intention to offend.
Hengyuan then withdrew his gaze.
Three days later, the second test will be held. Let’s go and see No. 3 together.Hengyuan said: No. 3 is not willing to disclose his identity with us. He said that if we meet, we just need to meet and smile.
This way.Chu Yuanzhen suddenly realized.
……
Time flies, and three days pass.
At dawn, Xu Erlang arrived at the Gongyuan accompanied by his family.
The Nine Confucian Confucianism has the ability to remember everything you have. This test is the meaning of the classics, and Erlang must be without pressure.Xu Qian patted his shoulder and encouraged him.
Uncle Xu Er and aunt smiled.
According to Erlang himself, he performed well on the first day of strategy and questioning. He was already good at strategy and questioning, and the second chapter of the classics was not a big problem.
In the eyes of his second uncle and aunt, Erlang is sure to become a tribute scholar.
Xu Xinnian raised his chin slightly and said arrogantly: There are many talents in the world, so you should not be careless. There may be those who are stronger than me.
Maybe there are... Xu Qian said with confidence that you are better at pretending to be better.
Farewell to his family, he walked towards the gate of the Gongyuan, intending to line up to enter the venue. At this moment, a loud voice came from his ears: Amitabha.
Xu Xinnian turned his head and saw two people standing on the street, one was a burly monk and the other was a blue-shirted swordsman with a swordsman on his back.
After seeing him, the monk and the swordsman both showed secret smiles.
...Xu Xinnian's face froze, lowered her head, and hurriedly returned to her father and elder brother, and felt a little secure.
Dad, brother, I suspect someone wants to plot against me.Xu Xinnian said in a deep voice.
When Xu Pingzhi heard this, his eyebrows immediately raised and his eyes were like lightning: Who?
He is the Imperial Sword Guard who patrolled the city and knew that a large number of gangsters from the world have poured into the capital recently, which is an extremely unstable factor for public security.
The most obvious thing is that there are more gentlemen on the Liang Dynasty. Those underworld spent all their money in the capital and did not make money. The first choice is stealing and robbery.
A monk, a swordsman.Xu Xinnian turned around and pointed to somewhere behind.
Xu Qi'an looked for a moment and said: Who is the one?
？？？
Xu Xinnian showed horror: I was there just now.
Okay, I also said you are not stressed, but I think you have hallucinations.Xu Qian patted his younger brother on the shoulder and said:
Erlang Ah, don’t pay attention to those who don’t know and act strangely.
As he said that, he held his hand behind Xu Xinnian.
Xu Erlang looked behind him and said in confusion: What is this, brother?
It's okay, I'll take the blame for you.
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