I go to the ancient imperial examinations

I have to say that Zhang Yunting's proposal is indeed exciting. Zhan Feiyu knows that even with the protection of the teacher, as the saying goes, the emperor wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die. powerless.

Looking up at Zhang Yunting who was full of sincerity on his handsome face, Zhan Feiyu suddenly laughed, "Mr. Zhang's words are too deviant, please forgive me, please leave."

Zhang Yunting looked at the little girl who had just left so lightly, and after a long silence, the corners of his mouth couldn't help curling up, and a pair of deep eyes glowed with the inevitable light.

"As expected of Xueshi Gu's only disciple, it's really interesting." Zhang Yunting murmured to himself, standing in the pavilion with his hands behind his back, thinking deeply.

He originally wanted to use Zhan Feiyu's name to get in touch with Gu Xueshi and the Forbidden Dragon Guard in order to take the lead in this treacherous current situation. After all, the current Zhangfu has long since left the court, and the news is too late , from the power of the dragon can make Zhang Fu skyrocket, but it is really dangerous.

Zhang Yunting wanted to inquire about the news about the palace from the Forbidden Dragon Guard, and even try to figure out the holy will, but he didn't expect that Zhan Feiyu would refuse. Does she really plan to marry the prince and grandson with her status?
After leaving the gate of Zhang Mansion, Zhan Feiyu couldn't help but look back at the carriage parked on the right, "A Nuan, Princess Zhaoyue didn't send anyone to stop her?"

Even if Zhang Yunting, the grandson, is valued again, Princess Zhaoyue is the real master of the Zhang family. She refused to marry herself, and broke up with Zhang Yunting. It stands to reason that Princess Zhaoyue must make a move.

He Nuan looked at the figure flashing past in the dark, is that heavy light?So Master Qi is here?

Zhan Feiyu went straight to the carriage, and when he saw the person sitting in the carriage, he didn't care about He Nuan's answer, his eyes were instantly stained with a joyful smile, but the name he spoke was a bit funny , "Master Commander."

Yin Wuyan casually put the book on the low table, stretched out his right hand, "Come up."

"Of order." Grinning, Zhan Feiyu was completely unaware of the dim eyes of the owner of the hand when he put it on.

With strength, Zhan Feiyu got into the carriage, and sat down next to Yin Wuyan, "Did brother come to pick me up on purpose?"

Yin Wuyan was so busy during this period of time that he hardly saw anyone, even on New Year's Eve, he stayed in the palace. Although Zhan Feiyu also lived in Huaishu Lane, he didn't see Yin Wuyan for seven or eight days.

"Nothing happened in the palace." A deep voice sounded, Yin Wuyan looked sideways at the little girl who was only as high as his shoulders, Zhang Yunting's expression when he looked at Zhan Feiyu once again appeared in his mind, and at this moment, there was a cold murderous intent in his phoenix eyes flashed.

Getting up and pouring two cups of tea, Zhan Feiyu handed a cup to Yin Wuyan, holding a cup for himself, chattering about Zhang's affairs.

"I've become a favorite now, and even the Seventh Princess wants to tie me to the Marquis of Wu'an." Sipping half a cup of tea, Zhan Feiyu shook his head helplessly, "Fortunately, I live in Huaishu Lane. Otherwise, they might be nailed into a coffin and married in the dark..."

Yin Wuyan was already worried, but when he heard Zhan Feiyu's nonsense, his face darkened.

Uh... Zhan Feiyu paused, looked at Yin Wuyan's cold face covered with frost, and lowered his head to drink tea with a guilty conscience. It really came from his mouth, but the big brother's sullen look was too scary.

"You don't have to worry about marriage, I and Gu Xueshi will make the decision for you." Yin Wuyan's thin lips evoked a creepy sneer, Zhang Yunting was just good at trying to figure out people's hearts, and he wanted to use this to plot against his little girl. act recklessly.

Raising his head suddenly, Zhan Feiyu stared at Yin Wuyan with rounded eyes. No wonder he left Zhang Mansion without hindrance. The eldest brother was in Zhang Mansion and heard the conversation between himself and Zhang Yunting.

Yin Wuyan moved his eyes slightly down to look at the white and tender face that was close at hand, his black and smart eyes were still clean and penetrating, only the chubby cheeks disappeared with the growth of age, because the cherry lips that were slightly parted in surprise were With snow-white white teeth, she is obviously a big girl who is about to reach her age, but her appearance still shows a bit of childishness.

Facing Shang Yin Wuyan's bottomless phoenix eyes, Zhan Feiyu froze for a moment before recovering, and tilted her head coquettishly, "I'm not worried about this, even if it's a holy will, at worst I'll go to the nunnery stay here for a few years."

Compared with Zhang Yunting's fake marriage proposal, Zhan Feiyu would rather go to the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, because he can cultivate himself. When the situation is clear and the new king ascends the throne, he will be free.

If it really doesn't work, you can also come to a golden cicada to escape its shell and fake death, no matter which option is better than marrying Zhang Yunting, the water in the back house is too deep.

When Zhan Feiyu thought of the Gongdou novels he had read in his previous life, his hair stood on end. Those methods of poisoning were almost impossible to guard against.

Yin Wuyan looked at Zhan Feiyu speechlessly, who had even thought about the future, and couldn't help rubbing her head twice, successfully watching the little girl blowing her hair, and her gloomy mood immediately eased.

"Big brother, I won't grow taller if you do this!" Zhan Feiyu grabbed Yin Wuyan's troublesome right hand and stared angrily. Although there is no basis for saying that rubbing his head will make him grow taller, maybe it is true?
Thinking of how short he was, and looking at Yin Wuyan, who was still tall and tall while sitting in the carriage, Zhan Feiyu widened his eyes with envy and hatred, and wished he could bite someone to vent his anger, "Brother, are you full?" The Han does not know how hungry the Han is hungry!"