Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 179 It's a plan!
I saw him smiling calmly, holding a feather fan, and said in a false invitation: "Miss Sun, would you like to enjoy the Jinyang snow scene with me?"

Sun Fengwei stared blankly at the other party, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a handsome face. Under the sharp wind and snow, her originally round cheeks gradually became sharp and resolute.

It's him!It's His Royal Highness the Prince!

He is also the grandson of Emperor Taizong, their Kong family's enemy!

She gritted her teeth and hesitated, can't make it through?

"Miss Sun, don't tell me you don't want to accompany me?" The voice sounded faintly.

Sun Fengwei's heart trembled, and she blurted out: "No!"

The dreamlike 'Xia Houchun' smiled lightly and stretched out his hand: "Then come here."

By coincidence, she actually walked towards 'Xia Houchun' like this.

But in reality, Sun Fengwei with a sluggish face was walking towards a certain courtyard.

Behind her, Song Xiaowan looked excited, her small eyes were full of curiosity and admiration, Sister Murong is really amazing.

Murong Yan looked indifferent, and carefully manipulated the mind and soul technique, making Sun Fengwei walk towards a certain courtyard like a walking dead.

But what the two of them didn't know was that under the eaves of the Song Mansion's fence, Song Zhao watched all this with cold eyes.

Beside him, those men in black from Sun Fengwei were already dead, and fell at Song Zhao's feet with expressions of disbelief.

This son is actually a master of Qing Dan!

It's over, miss is in danger!
This was the last thought of a certain leader of the man in black before he died, and he would not rest in peace.

Song Zhaoqi gently closed his eyes, squinted his long and narrow eyes, and stared coldly at Song Xiaowan, Murongyan and others like a falcon, his eyes were hot, and he subconsciously licked his lips, three, three peerless beauties, long time no He was a little bit ready to move when he was dirty.

He glanced back at the location of Song He's study, and pursed his lips secretly. Although he and Song He belonged to the same bloodline, the blood relationship has long since faded, not to mention his feud with Song Jing, the governor of Qinzhou. The main vein of the valve is also his life and death enemy.

Oh, first collect some interest.

Song Zhao stuck out his tongue like a snake letter, and with a light leap, he jumped off the zhang-high fence and sneaked towards Song Xiaowan and the others.

Walking to a certain plum blossom garden, the blossoming winter plums bloom in the wind and snow, which seems to reveal a different charm.

At this time, Sun Fengwei's tender body trembled, her eyes became more and more bright, as if she was about to wake up.

After waving the servants away, Song Xiaowan saw this scene and exclaimed in a low voice: "Sister Murong, she is about to wake up."

Murong Yan's eyes turned cold, and he stepped forward quickly, his palm turned into a knife, and slashed down on the back of his neck, and passed out.

Song Xiaowan's face was startled, "Ah, sister Murong, why did you beat her to death?"

Murong Yan twisted Sun Fengwei up, and said casually, "I'm not dead, I just passed out."

"That's good, that's good." Song Xiaowan patted her small breasts that were just taking shape, and said with a sigh of relief.

"If you die, we'll be in big trouble."

She has bright eyes and bright teeth, and her small breasts are bulging with green cherries. Murong Yan glanced at her lightly, hehe, the little girl has potential. I heard that she is only fourteen or five years old, and she has a bright future. what.

Song Xiaowan felt guilty, and whispered softly: "This is the place where my brother used to live with his concubine, it's very clean."

Murong Yan put Sun Fengwei on the bed, when a low voice suddenly sounded outside: "Miss, miss."

Song Xiaowan giggled, "I just arranged for someone to come in advance."

Murong Yan stared at the charming woman on the bed, her eyebrows were like arcs, she wore a fox fur scarf, her cheeks could be broken by blowing, she seemed pampered, plus she chatted and laughed happily with the dignitaries of the eastern capital all the year round, showing her aristocratic family with every frown and frown The air of a thousand pieces of gold.

She sighed secretly, "Forget it, she is also a fallen person in the world, so let's put her here and stop spoiling her."

Song Xiaowan'er tilted her head and glanced at Murong Yan, and after blinking, she said seriously: "Sister Murong is right, we are not this kind of bad women, although she came here with malicious intentions, after all, she never harmed me My dear, this is considered an attempted crime."

Murong Yan smiled, "Not bad!"

"Forget it then, after she wakes up, drive her out of the house." Song Xiaowan'er waved her hand generously, and the adults said a lot.

She touched her chin, "But in order to prevent her from escaping after waking up, let's tie her up."

After the two tied her up, they closed the doors and windows and left.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a figure suddenly descended.

A slender figure with slender steps sneaked in, looked at the woman on the couch, although the back was somewhat familiar, but the slender figure made him want to tear off the curtain without thinking, through the light veil, the extremely seductive and graceful demeanor was in the air. At this moment, it was vividly displayed, and the charming figure instantly aroused the fiery heart in his heart.

This person is unexpectedly Cui Yan, the eldest son of the Cui family!
His throat rolled, his breathing became short of breath, and he muttered to himself: "Song's surname said, that Murong Yan is Xia Houchun's confidante, this time I fucked this girl, it's considered a repayment for the humiliation of that day."

After speaking, he rushed towards the woman on the bed, tearing it, and the clothes were ruined. Cui Yan saw the snow-skinned goose skin, and he let out a low growl, and wanted to bully him.

But he stopped abruptly soon, it turned out that the woman was not Murong Yan, but Sun Fengwei! !

His pupils shrank, and suddenly he knew something was wrong, he was tricked by that Song Zhao!
With a turn of his body, Dang even wanted to get out and retreat.

At this time, a sudden voice sounded: "Oh, Sister Murong is right, there are really rats."

With a bang, the door and window burst open.

There was a loud buzzing, and a sword body like autumn water quickly broke through the window.

With a puff, when Cui Yan wasn't paying attention, he directly stabbed into his buttocks.

Unexpectedly, there was a flash of light on his body, and it seemed that a treasure had fallen, which blocked him.

His face changed slightly, "Not good!"

With a slap, a fan fell from the back of the buttocks, and it had already been broken into several pieces, and the spirituality was greatly lost.

Cui Yan's expression changed, he jumped away, and patted his chest with fear, "Young master is scared to death."

Seeing the sword energy coming straight in, he cut off the thick rope that bound Sun Fengwei.

Cui Yan raised his head and shouted angrily: "Who!!"

"Bold thief, dare to rob people's daughters under the bright sun, it's really insulting to the gentleman, hey, why do you look so familiar?"

After Song Xiaowan jumped out, she yelled righteously, which alarmed everyone in the Song Mansion instantly.

Cui Yan cast a bitter glance at Murong Yan, who was standing standing with a sword in his hand, and recognized that the one was the right one, but unfortunately he admitted the wrong person, and he didn't try to defend himself, he just said sullenly: "Two sluts, how dare you spoil my good deeds?" , I really don’t know how to live or die!”

Song Zhao secretly smiled deeply, and was about to show up, but suddenly stiffened, not daring to move at all.

Shi Chan withdrew her gaze and pursed her mouth lightly. Now these young people don't know what to do, even a small mouse dares to come out for a stroll.

He touched his chin, glanced at Cui Yanhou in the courtyard through the window, then glanced at Song Zhaohou who was hiding in the dark, and finally his eyes fell on Sun Fengwei who wanted to make a fake show for real, and he muttered: City people really know how to play.

He glanced at Xia Houchun jokingly, hey, it looks like something good is going to happen.

After that, Shi Chan concentrated on eating melons and watching the show with great relish,
Sighing secretly at this time, it would be great if I could prepare melon seeds, peanuts and honey water, it is really a must for eating melons and watching movies.

"Two fellow daoists, show mercy!!"

In the distance, there were masters coming and going in the Song Mansion, and there was a deep shout.

Suddenly, with a flash of brilliance, someone jumped high and blocked that person.

I saw that he looked about forty years old, dressed in Confucian robes, holding a scroll in his hand, and said calmly with a smile: "Master Yang is here, and Mr. Zhang has not been able to meet him from afar, so don't be surprised if you still look forward to it."

The person on the opposite side looked solemn, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Zhang, this time it was your house that made a mistake first, could it be that this time it was prevaricated?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar whose real name is Zhang Xianming laughed and said, "Reverend Yang is very clear about the matter, why bother to confuse right and wrong here? Besides, is it meaningful for you and me?"

Master Yang narrowed his eyes, did not deny it, and snorted coldly: "I promise not to spread the scandal of your mansion today, as long as you let Mr. Cui go."

He looked at Zhang Xianming with deep meaning, and secretly said: "The Cui family is so big, you and I know it well, offending the Cui family will not do any good to Mr. Zhang's school."

Zhang Xianming smiled without saying a word, and Yang Zhenren's face gradually became serious: "I really don't want to give in."

Zhang Xianming took out a post, and said lightly: "A real person wants to do it, but ask this post."

As soon as the words fell, the post in his hand was flooded with light, shining like a candle; the light on the post floated, as if there were tadpole characters floating out, turning into a stream of water, wrapping around Zhang Xianming, like a sage.

That Master Yang looked dignified, and said every word: "Confucianism Lingbao, Gentleman Post!"

The real person whose real name is Yang Weijun said hello repeatedly, he let out his breath, opened his mouth and exhaled, and a dark golden pill spun out, the pill was brightly lit, overflowing with brilliant light, his clothes fluttered, and the real person was so chic.

But seeing his sharp eyes, the golden core split open, overflowing with dazzling light, and the sound of sword chant resounded.

A flying sword flew past Jin Dan and went straight to kill Zhang Xianming.

As the edge of the sword qi swayed, the gentleman's post trembled, rustling like autumn leaves.

At this moment, the two real soul treasures were revealed for the first time.

The breath is terrifying, and the murderous intent is rolling.

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In the study, Xia Houchun was about to stand in a stalemate with Wei Boyu, Song He and others, when he suddenly heard the shock outside, his face changed drastically, and he ran out immediately.

Xia Houchun was the fastest, within a few breaths, he swept to the Hanmei courtyard.

He glanced at the sky gloomyly, and there was a whistling sound in his ears, and the cicada and Tianxin rushed towards him.

"Are you okay?" Tianxin asked with a frown.

Xia Houchun waved his hand, pouted his lips, "I'm fine, they are the ones who have problems."

Seeing the sword energy in the sky, it seems to have the demeanor of a master.

Shi Chan raised his eyes, gradually dignified, "Pseudoreal real person?"

Tianxin snorted coldly, and said with a light snort: "In the past, there was no such rare existence as a real person for decades. Recently, it seems to have sprung up one after another. Shouldn't it be said that you are popular, or that you have a strong ability to cause troubles?" .”

At this time, Cui Yan, who was severely injured by Murong Yan's sword, suddenly raised his head and hissed, "I haven't made a move yet, what are you waiting for!"

Dare to come to the Song Mansion, naturally he is not alone, he also has confidence.

As soon as the words fell, there was a tyrannical aura floating in the air from the west of the city.

Xiahouchun, Shichan and Tianxin all changed color, "Really!"

Now, let's really come to a real world.

But soon, when the gentle voice of the Confucian gentleman sounded, they immediately relaxed.

Song He and Wei Boyu, who were coming late, looked up and saw the cultivators fighting. The momentum was magnificent, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, but it never fell to the pavilions on the ground. Their mana, which can be controlled in a subtle way and can be freely retracted, It seems to control the battlefield in mid-air.

Song He glanced at the person who was fighting with his family's guardian, his eyes turned cold, and he hummed to himself that the real person was dead or alive.

Then he subconsciously glanced at Xia Houchun, and saw that although his face was dignified, he was not flustered. He nodded secretly, watching Mount Tai collapse in front of him, and he remained calm in the face of danger;

This son is indeed a great talent.

He thought of the "asking the heart" test just now, this son talked eloquently, detailing the rebellion and rudeness of the rebellion, the shamelessness of ungratefulness, the kidnapping of millions of people into the flames of war and the negligible success, and finally convinced Song He.

He heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, this boy is quite sensible, not as headstrong, irritable and impulsive as the rumors say, and he doesn't have the bad temper of killing at will.

Song He narrowed his eyes slightly, and at some point beside him, a burly man came, and he asked softly, "Now, this child is barely over."

The man glanced at him indifferently, and said indifferently: "Lu Yao knows horsepower, and he knows people's hearts after a long time, so why worry, today is just a mere question, let's talk about it later after he has passed."

Song He stroked his beard and nodded: "Alright."

In Taikang City, Chunwei is approaching.

At the same time, when Jinzhou City was in turmoil, many students from all over Dajing rushed to the capital.

They will fight for their future and honor.

Dajing Chunwei usually conducts three exams on the ninth, twelfth, and fifteenth days of February.

Once a scholar is named on the apricot list, he is only one step away from becoming famous.

Spring is full of apricot blossoms, and it is the long-awaited time of vigorous spring for Dongjing scholars.

What is the most moving thing in the world? February apricot blossom and eight bay laurel.

Eryue Xing refers to the second year's Chunwei Examination, which is a national examination. The Dongjing Center ordered the Ministry of Rites to preside over it, or the Ministry of Rites left and right waiters, and even the Minister of Rites who has the title of a bachelor and a senior official sits in person. Not grand.

Apricot blossoms, peach blossoms, pagoda tree blossoms, pear blossoms, etc. are in full bloom one after another, and the feast day is vast and prominent, gorgeous and colorful, so it is called "the pagoda tree is yellow, and the child is busy".

The green lantern and the yellow scroll, the hanging beam piercing the bone, and the title on the gold list are even more dreamy than becoming an immortal. After all, there are only more than two hundred people in Dajing who can be named on the gold list.

During Taizong's period, there was a down-and-out scholar named Cao Xueqin who spent ten years writing a masterpiece "The Legend of the Purple Palace and Red Mansions". Residing in the Gourd Temple, he is dreaming of his high school Jinshi fantasy: only one round in the sky will be awarded, and all people in the world will look up.

It vividly interprets the thoughts and thoughts of thousands of scholars who want to get ahead. Although the fluorescent light is brilliant, it still cannot hide the dazzling light of the high-hanging moon.

Since Qianyan opened the window for Enke, scholars who seek Enke are like crucian carp crossing the river. There is an endless stream. A poet named Li Zhong said in his poem, "Yecheng went to Chunwei early to make an appointment to make Jia Famous at home."

After ten years of hard work, no one asks, and if you become famous in one fell swoop, you will be able to glorify your family, your ancestors, and your ancestors.

However, some people pointedly pointed out that the prosperity of the Yan Dynasty reached its peak after the establishment of the Enke system, so he said very bluntly: "Learn the art of writing and martial arts, and the goods are like the emperor's family."

It can be said to hit the nail on the head, pointing directly at the core of Enke.

Therefore, when Dajing first opened the Enke, Emperor Taizong stood on top of the Yunlong stone carving Danbi in front of the Taiji Hall, clenched his fists, and laughed loudly: "Heroes in the world, come into my nest."

The imperial examination is not only a step for scholars to enter, but also a way to recruit talents for the country.In short, being named on the gold list is a great joy in life.

"In the past, it wasn't enough to boast about the filth, but now the debauchery has no limit. The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day."

But in Taikang City at this moment, the atmosphere of Wanning Palace is solemn and lifeless.

"What do they mean? Even if they dare to kill scholars who are crossing the border, could it be that they want to rebel?"

An angry and coquettish voice sounded, the voice was soft, but the anger in the words made the courtiers tremble with fear.

Shangguan Yan, the leader of Qingluan Guards, knelt down on the ground and said in a low voice: "When they claimed to be the prince passing through the border, the scholars were on an outing and were accidentally killed by the prince."

When they heard that the prince was involved, many people's hearts trembled, and they secretly thought.

"How are local states responding?"

Shangguan Yan lowered her eyes, "The king of Jin is loyal and tried to stop the prince for the court, but because they have the help of Buddhism, they can only let him leave the city and go north."

"The officials of the state government should be killed!!" The noble lady opened her phoenix eyes, and her moth eyebrows flashed fiercely, and said coldly.

Shangguan Yan remained silent, the eyeballs of the surrounding courtiers flickered and flickered.

Someone's face was slightly dark, and after a few changes, a trace of depression flashed across his face, and after a secret sigh, he remained silent again, like a clay sculpture.

Now that even Zhang Shoufu has fallen, who of them can compete with this one.

It's over, it's over, the Dajing court may be reduced to this woman's skirt in the next few decades.

The rooster wakes up in the morning, will eventually become a reality.

(End of this chapter)