With good luck, Gou practiced in the harem

Chapter 83 80. Ban Yuan Tian Xia Ban Yuan Jun (2.1K words)
In the afternoon, between the end of the day and the time change, the sky was already dark.

Between the lake light, a small boat came again.

The girl in white was holding a penny in her hand, like a landscape painting, the boat shuttled quickly like lightning, and stopped on the shore in an instant.

She didn't go ashore, didn't rush, but just quietly waited for that Highness.

It wasn't until the setting sun briefly showed its head in winter, and the sky became a thick rose red, that His Highness, who was waiting for her, came over.

Beside His Highness, there was a tall and heroic general seeing him off.

After the two parted, His Highness walked to the lake, Bai Suli raised his head and asked: "It's freezing cold, will Your Highness follow me back to the palace?"

Xia Yan nodded and stepped onto the boat.

Seeing that he was standing still, Bai Suli waved the penny, the tip of the pole touches the lake surface, the water splits into two parts, the long boat flies away, and the Qilin Pavilion and the island in the middle of the lake gradually drift away.

Xia Yan stood at the stern, thinking about the harvest.

Today, a total of four exercises have been harvested.

Two master skills: [Magic Spear 72 Changes], [Magic Heart Seven Arrows]

Two heaven-level exercises: [Vajra Indestructible Armor], [Avalokitesvara with Thousand Hands]

Among them, [Avalokitesvara of Thousand Hands] is a technique of concealed weapons. You can hear the general direction of its development just from the name. Once it is practiced, it will almost become a hidden weapon fortress in the shape of a person. As long as there are enough hidden weapons, one man can be the master Never mind.

But what Xia Yan cares about is not the [Avalokitesvara of Thousand Hands] at the level of heaven, but wants to use it as a stepping stone to see the master method of hidden weapons.

As for the kung fu of the body method, he didn't have time to read it, so he could only save it for the next time.

After all, he has a reasonable reason to come to Qilin Pavilion.

And Meng Shiyu hasn't agreed to him yet.

The girl said that she needs two days to think about it, and after two days, she will definitely give him an answer to the question about having a baby.

"Anyway, come back in two days."

Xia Yan said silently in his heart.

"Have you not seen enough?"

A cold voice came from the front, it was Bai Suli who was speaking.

Xia Yan didn't respond.

Bai Suli said again: "Xiao Li Xuezheng said that the academy is strict in academics, it is not a day of rest and bathing, and you must not be absent for no reason. Since your Highness is absent, you need to be punished, otherwise it will be difficult to stop the students from all over the world.

Even if the decree is issued arbitrarily, blocking what people say and what people think, when the time comes, everyone will think that His Highness is talented, but he doesn't respect his teachers. Come. "

Xia Yan was stunned for a moment, and asked, "So serious?"

Bai Suli said: "Chujun is the one who attracts the world's attention.

His highness used to have poor morals and gave up martial arts halfway. Fortunately, his literary name was handed down to the world, and he had to worship Xiao Li Xuezheng as his teacher and entered the academy.

Scholars especially have expectations for His Highness.

His Highness's words and deeds are all in the eyes of the world, especially the eyes of scholars.

Your Highness, would you like to disappoint the scholars all over the world with an unexcused absence?
These are what Xiao Li Xuezheng asked me to tell you. "

Xia Yan: .
After all, he had never been an emperor before, so he didn't think of this for a while, but now he heard this and realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Tomorrow, I will go to be punished."

He replied.

Bai Suli lowered her eyes slightly, looked at the twilight reflected in the lake, and said softly: "Xiao Li Xuezheng said that if His Highness really wants to solve the problem, it's not as simple as being punished, but needing it."

She was a bit reluctant, so she paused, but she seemed to have to say it, and after a few seconds, she said: "Write a poem, write a thoughtful poem, but don't lose your status as a king.

With poetry, this matter can be brought to an end. "

Xia Yan nodded.

He understands that the affairs of scholars must be solved in the way of scholars.

That night.

The frost was thick, and the cold wind howled.

In the Moon Shadow Palace, Xia Yan took the Canglang brush, Binghe ink, and small snow paper, and swiped the brush with Yan Liu's brushwork to compose this poem of lovesickness in one fell swoop.

After finishing writing, handed it to Bai Suli who was waiting behind, and said: "Roll it up, and submit it to Xiao Li Xuezheng for me tomorrow."

That's it?
Bai Ma was a little dazed. She walked over and saw that the seductive eyes under the short hair and bangs were slightly fixed, and the mouth was slightly opened, and she couldn't help but read aloud.

"Lisi.

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.

Take Hua Cong to look back lazily, half of the world and half of the king. "

After reading, Bai Ma was silent for a long time, and suddenly let out a slightly self-deprecating laugh, and the prince had gone far.

Xia Yan also had a purpose in writing this poem.

This is to silence the queen, so that she can't find a concubine for the future concubine Meng after she leaves. If she wants to find a concubine, he will use the sentence "Once the sea was difficult for water, except that Wushan is not a cloud" to prevaricate .

At that time, even if you find her, I will not go to her couch, because I only have the strongest tool in my heart—Meng Shiyu.

As for Mount Wu, Xia Yan has learned about it. This mountain really exists, and it is located in Yujing City. It is one of the eighteen mountains in Yujing. It is surrounded by clouds and mist, and literati often climb the mountain to view the clouds. It just fits this poem.

When this poem is in the hands of Bai Ma, it is equivalent to being in the hands of the queen.

Old Bangzi still wears a slit black golden phoenix robe in winter, and white silk socks are wrapped around his jade legs. The socks are all woven from top-quality ice silk. The thickness perfectly shows the long legs and small feet, and even the toes, the soles of the feet, and the thin shape of the small feet can be seen clearly.

She fingered the ink-colored poem, read it again and again, and murmured: "The poems that used to be too difficult for water, except that Wu Shan is not a small piece of trash, are getting more and more beautiful.

I can't bear it anymore
It's better to fulfill him and Meng Shiyu. It's not impossible for me to be the queen mother who listens to the government behind the curtain.

Anyway, it is a short-lived species that doesn't live long.
For the sake of this poem, let's help him achieve the title of Emperor Wen. I want to see what else he can write.

It has been a long time since I have seen such a talented poet in the literary world of Dayan, who is like God's help.

These poems of his may bring the fighting power of the world's literati to another level, but they will be of great benefit to the country and society. "

The old clapper muttered something, read this poem over and over again, the more he read it, the more he liked it, and he couldn't help but praise: "Take the time to look back lazily on the flowers, half of the world and half of the king.

I didn't expect that the little waste was so ridiculous before, so ignorant, but he turned out to be Neixiu, and now he wants to be an infatuated Mingjun. concubine. "

She played with it for a long time, but she was still amazed and reluctant to let go.

Suddenly said: "Xiaobai."

"Your Majesty, my subordinates are here." Bai Suli responded.

The old clapper said: "You can leave the original copy of this poem with me, I will ask someone to copy a copy and send it back to you, and tomorrow you will take the copy and give it to Xiao Li Xuezheng.

Tell her that the original work is in the hands of Bengong, and let her not worry about it.

If this authentic work is kept for hundreds of years, it may become a very rare treasure. Even if it does not become a treasure, the "Li Si Tie" written by Emperor Wen 300 years ago is also invaluable.

This thing must be kept in this palace."

The old clapper was ready to pluck the wool openly.

Bai Suli:
(End of this chapter)