Be sure to cover the trumpet tightly.

Chapter 6 Infatuated Characters
Royal Palace.

In the dowager's bedroom,
There was silence. Looking at the picture in the ancient mirror above his head, Zhou Xiaoyu's hand holding the hilt of the sword had already been released.

Especially looking at the elegiac couplets hung all over the mourning hall and filled with lovesickness.The whole person was dumbfounded, his eyes dazed.

After a long time, he said awkwardly: "I really don't know him..."

But soon, the pretty face sank again, and her silver teeth wanted to be crushed.

"This bastard!"

She knew that after today, her first life's fame will be completely planted on the body of this shameless little thief named Chen Xiaoer.

"Tsk! This Chen Xiaoer is interesting..."

Behind the gauze curtain, a woman in a gilt-gold gown with plain makeup propped her chin with her forehand, and said tusk.

Her beautiful eyes revealed curiosity.

-

Zhou Mansion, above the mourning hall——

The wine was gone, and all the guests were silent.

At this moment, no one questioned Chen Xiaoer's words anymore. After all, he is so infatuated, and there are poems to prove it!
Confucianism!It is not as good as martial arts and Taoism, but it pays attention to a "meaning".

Every word and sentence is inseparable from the poet's true feelings. Chen Xiaoer can write hundreds of lovesick poems about Zhou Xiaoyu.

It is enough to show that this situation can be learned!

Some Confucian and Taoist masters looked at Chen Xiaoer, trembling with excitement, and shouted in their hearts, "Confucianism and Taoism are not alone", and they can still be rescued.

They saw the hope of Confucianism and Taoism in this young man.

……

According to legend, ancient Confucianism used literature to control Taoism, and it was punished by heaven.

Therefore, the heavens cut off the way forward for Confucianism and Taoism, but the heavens have the virtue of being good at life, and under the extinction, there must be a glimmer of life.

From ancient times to the present, the Confucianism Sect has never given up looking for this chance of life. Every Confucianism and Taoism talent in this world will be absorbed by the Confucianism Sect.

For the lonely road of Confucianism and Taoism, go on and on!
And Chen Xiaoer is the great talent their Confucianism sect needs!

At this time, Chen Changshou also looked at the figure standing alone, but with an invisible aura, with a face of relief.

"This is my son, Chen Changshou!"

The simple and gentle Wen Ruxian on the side also had beautiful eyes at this time, and he was holding Chen Changshou's sleeve robe with both hands.

In my heart, I have a different view of Chen Xiaoer, the illegitimate child.

As Zhou Xiaoyu's father, Dali Temple Minister Zhou Hongyu and his wife Nanshi had mixed feelings in their hearts.

"Someone is so infatuated with Xiao Yu, it's just..."

Thinking of this, Zhou Hongyu looked at the coffin in front of the mourning hall, and sighed softly in his heart.

"When I came to Beijing this time, apart from meeting my father, I was fulfilling my promise back then and marrying her. However, Yin and Yang are separated now."

"But in my heart, she is my wife, Chen Xiaoer."

The words said once again attracted the sighs of all the ladies and gentlemen in Kyoto.

The other dignitaries couldn't help being moved by his infatuation.

Such an infatuated man is rare in the world.

No, this is the only case!
"...Crying for you and not hearing what you said, and not seeing what you were eating when you were buried. The ashes of the paper were flying in the air, and the business was wild, and I returned to my husband. For the rest of my life, I will cherish this endless regret. Already!

Alas..."

Chen Xiaoer's figure stumbled towards the crowd, and everyone immediately moved out of the way.

Until Chen Xiaoer walked away,
A group of people were once again moved by Chen Xiaoer's last words.

What kind of infatuation is this, to be able to say such words of pearls, blood and tears, sincere and touching, touching words?

-

Chen Xiaoer stumbled and walked a long way, until he could no longer see the Zhou Mansion, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The sadness on his face had disappeared.

"After today, I will definitely come into the sight of all the forces in the capital."

"And the louder the tuba is, the tighter the trumpet will be covered!"

At this moment, a large rolling message bar appeared in front of my eyes again.

[Men's underwear was stolen in Lifang, Beicheng. 】

[Chen Xiaoer, the son of Yin of Jingzhao Prefecture, wrote a hundred poems about lovesickness in the mourning hall. 】

[Bai San buried 220 taels of silver bills under the sixth blue brick from the left in the depths of the alley at No. 10 Enke Street, Nancheng. 】

[A generation of gods caught Jiang Chuan, who was reborn as a six-year-old beggar after death, and fell to the street to beg for food...]

[Sweet tofu brain market may usher in a cold winter at the end of this year. 】

……

"Sweet tofu brain? Huh! That's heresy!"

Chen Xiaoer pursed his lips, flipping through the news information in front of him.Suddenly, two of the messages caught his attention.

1. 10 taels of silver bill.

2. The god catcher who is reborn after death.

Thinking of this, Chen Xiaoer squinted his eyes, pulled someone along to ask the direction, and then headed towards Nancheng.

Royal Palace.

In the dormitory of the concubine.

Zhou Xiaoyu looked at Chen Xiaoer's leaving back in the ancient mirror, his eyes were calm, and there was no more superfluous expression on his face.

"Xiao Yu, what do you think?" The woman behind the gauze curtain chuckled lightly.

"I have no idea." Zhou Xiaoyu replied indifferently.

Hearing Zhou Xiaoyu's answer, the woman didn't care. After stretching her hands, she said, "Well, there's nothing to watch..."

After the words fell, the ancient mirror turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

With her hands behind her back, the woman came out from behind the gauze curtain, raised her chin, looked at the bright sun outside the door, and said:

"It's going to rain, accompany me out of the palace for a walk."

Hearing this, Zhou Xiaoyu's eyes flickered slightly, she got up and followed silently without saying anything.

-

Enke Street.

Alley No. 220.

It was a dead end, out of the way, and there were no people around.

Chen Xiaoer looked around for a while, and when he found no one was coming, he stepped in and walked quickly to the deepest point.

"The sixth blue brick from the left..."

"One, two...five, six, it's you!"

Picking away the thick maple leaves scattered on the green bricks, Chen Xiaoer opened the green bricks with anxiety.

Stretching out his hand to copy the hole, he dug it, and a bulging blue cloth appeared in his hand.

"It really is a silver ticket!"

Chen Xiaoer was overjoyed immediately, he pinched it with a lot of weight and no difference in thickness.

After quickly putting away the banknotes, he took out the fabric that wrapped the banknotes, and then picked up a handful of fat and wide maple leaves on the ground and wrapped them up.
It was put into the hole again and covered with green bricks.

After doing all this, Chen Xiaoer quickly left.

Not long after Chen Xiaoer left, a sneaky figure came to the depths of the alley and skillfully removed the green bricks.

With a happy face, he took out the bulging package and squeezed it... That's right, it's the weight of a 10 taels of silver bill!

He put it into his arms without even looking at it, and left in a hurry.

-

Today is destined to be an uneven day.

The Beijing newspaper is flying around, and the streets and alleys are talking about today's hot spots:
One, Chen Xiaoer! 【burst】

[-]. The illegitimate son of Chen Changshou, the governor of Jingzhao Prefecture. 【boiling】

[-]. Zhou Xiaoyu, the daughter of Dali Siqing, the famous "embroidered clothes censor" in Kyoto, Qianhu Zhou Xiaoyu, was attacked by monsters and fell off the cliff, leaving no bones. 【hot】

……

Eight, Confucianism and Taoism are not alone! 【boiling】

[-]. Zhou Xiaoyu and Chen Xiaoer have made a private decision for life. 【hot】

[-]. Chen Xiaoer fights wine in the mourning hall and writes hundreds of lovesick poems! 【hot】

Ten hot spots in a row, all related to Chen Xiaoer!
On this day, countless members of the Confucianism sect shouted that Confucianism and Taoism never last forever, and the entire Confucianism sect shook for a while;

When these poems were introduced to the leading places of Confucianism such as Baima Academy and Guozijian, it caused a great shock!
There are students who have just entered the first grade, who are drawn by the artistic conception in the poem to break through on the spot!

A great Confucianist asserted that if a complete poem,
Just one song can send an ordinary student who has just entered the rank directly into the fourth rank!
There is an old Confucianist who calls Chen Xiaoer the hope of Confucianism and Taoism, and he can inherit the luck of Confucianism!

... The sky above Guozijian, Baima Academy and other places is surrounded by green air for several miles, and there are many visions.

It attracted countless monsters to look at the capital across the mountain...

There is no doubt that Chen Xiaoer is completely angry.

Under the intentional momentum of Confucianism, the word "Chen Xiaoer" also began to spread rapidly in the Shengyang Dynasty.

-

Leaving Enke Street, Chen Xiaoer started wandering around Kyoto.

Thinking of trying his luck to see if he could meet the god catcher who was reborn after death.It's a pity that he doesn't seem to have that kind of event-triggered physique.

After walking around for several hours, the little beggar observed one crop after another.

Leng is not a match!

"Tsk, the reborn know how to hide themselves,

...not to mention the world-famous god catcher, maybe I have noticed it long ago, but it's not necessarily because I didn't expose it out of caution..."

On the street, Chen Xiaoer looked at the little beggar who was basking in the sun not far away, sleeping lazily under the wall, sighed, and decided to give up.

"Boom."

A dull thunder sounded.

The sky suddenly became gloomy, and the bean-sized raindrops fell, quickly wetting the ground.

The rain became heavier and heavier, gradually erecting a rain curtain between the sky and the earth.

Traffickers, pawns and pedestrians began to scramble to run.

"Fuck!" Cursing secretly at the cloudy sky, Chen Xiaoer followed the example of the others and started running with his head in his arms.

Xin's long and thin figure quickly disappeared into the depths of the rain...

　Big guys, did you forget to vote~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)