My brother carried the doomsday

Chapter 40 40. Centennial birthday, take off my boots for me (first update - big chapter!)
After returning from Chiyue Mountain, Xia Yuan took a good night's sleep. During this period of time, he was too busy. He was the peeper, the shadow play, improving the quality of the exercises, and fetching the urn. He was so busy. There is no soul, and Ning Bao's [-]th birthday is just two days away.

The next day, Ning Bao sent a big yaksha to drive a bronze carriage to stop in front of the school again. Under the eyes of the juniors and younger sisters who were already used to it, their elder brother got into the carriage calmly.

Xia Yuan just opened the curtain and saw Ning Bao curled up on the white velvet blanket. The great master pretended not to come, but waited for him in the car, and gave him a pleasant surprise.

Ning Bao was in a good mood: "Take Jun to make a dress, so that I can attend Bao'er's [-]th birthday."

Xia Yuanxu focused his eyes: "It feels weird"

Ning Bao smiled and said: "You are only a hundred years old, and you have to celebrate your birthday when you are two hundred years old. Why don't your lords celebrate it for me before then?"

Xia Yuan smiled, he only locked the fourth level realm.

"is it okay?"

Ning Bao rarely acted coquettishly.

Xia Yuan helped his forehead speechlessly, "Is it plausible? Is this what a person who is about to pass a hundred years of age should look like?"

In his mind, the [-]th birthday is all about those shriveled old ladies sitting in the lobby, followed by children and grandchildren of five generations living together, and great-grandchildren running in front of the hall.
Look at Ning Bao in front of him again, his skin is snow-white, the cinnabar between his eyebrows is as red as blood, and his cheeks are full of spring, especially those seductive and seductive eyes that make any man's heart beat hard. I feel sorry for you.

Xia Yuan reminded himself, this is not the world you are familiar with, maybe Ning Bao's [-]th birthday is really his [-]th birthday?
Ning Bao is going to celebrate her birthday, she is an elder in front of others, she has to put on a prestige, so it is a birthday.

But in front of him, Ning Bao wanted to celebrate his birthday.
Only I can celebrate her birthday.

Although only myself.
But Ning Bao definitely didn't think so.

"My lord, is a hundred years old a lot?"

Xia Yuan defied conscience and common sense and said, "Not much."

Ning Bao showed a childlike smile, her calves straightened out, her bulging feet were like crystal particles, and they were pulled against the wall of the carriage. She leaned against Xia Yuan and lay back, her body was still a little tense. His expression slowly eased.

Here is the harbor she thinks.

Let her rest well.

The car stops at Weaving Girl Tianfang, which is known as the Royal Clothes Workshop.

Wearing a veil, the White Dragon King personally chose for him for a long time, until Xia Yuan was dizzy, and finally chose the black gold Kui dragon clothes.

Xia Yuan thought it was a bit too formal, but Ning Bao insisted that it was the most handsome.

In Xia Yuan's entire life and his entire life, except for his mother and teacher's wife, no girl has ever chosen clothes for him
But the clothes chosen by the mother and the teacher carry the aesthetics of the previous generation after all, and there is always a subtle distance from the young fan.

How could a girl like Ning Bao choose such a formal dress?
after awhile
Xia Yuan suddenly came to his senses.

Ning Bao is bigger than his mother before crossing and his wife in this life combined.

It's no wonder that these clothes have not passed through a few generations.

When returning.

Xia Yuan casually asked Ning Bao: "What is the background of Chiyan Academy?"

The great master was in a daze, she had never cared about issues of this level, so she said directly: "Mizuyasha, go check it out."

Shui Yasha is the glamorous Tsing Yi woman of the royal chariot, whose realm is the fifth rank of Tianfeng.

There are five such big yakshas, ​​corresponding to the five elements, and they are all the absolute confidantes of the White Dragon King, and they are servants in front of the White Dragon King, but they are all considered big shots outside.

Shui Yasha is very clear about the relationship between the schools, she didn't even need to check, and while pulling the reins, she said: "Your servant understands that the person who came to the Wuxin School to worship the palace that day was Elder Fan from the Chi Yan School, and Chi Yan The lord of the academy is called Xiang Anran, and Xiang Anran is the adopted son of Guo Sheng, and Guo Sheng is one of the ten servants."

It's clear at a glance.

No need to check anymore.

This is probably a mutual temptation between the two forces.

But knowing is knowing.

Remember this matter.

Guo Sheng, Xia Yuan silently recited the name in his heart.

The next day.

A crystal carriage stopped outside the Wuxin Academy.

The carriage was extremely bright in the sky, like the scorching sun floating on the ground.

Xia Yuan wore a black and gold Kui dragon robe and got into the carriage directly.

Then he understood why Ning Bao had to choose such a dress for himself.

Because Ning Bao was wearing a platinum Lilong suit, it would be more suitable to walk together like this.

There is a taste of a couple.
Behind the curtain.

Today's Ning Bao is glamorous and glamorous, like a female emperor, his whole body is filled with a great aura.

At this moment, she is not a portable treasure to accompany Xia Yuan shopping.

It is the master of Donghai Guozhen:
——"White Dragon King" Ning Wuxie.

Donghai Kingdom, the Imperial Palace.

"This old man has never seen a man beside the White Dragon King. This is the first time in history. This man who looks like a young man is probably a very high-ranking master."

"Of course, look at this man, he is as elegant as an exiled fairy, walking like a demon god, he must be extraordinary."

"It's so good, it's very good. It's really a great thing for the country and the people to have another grand master to protect us in the East China Sea."

The sound of footsteps approached from afar.

In the bright lights in the distance, a group of royal relatives are all dressed in gold, and they look extremely wealthy. No matter who is selected from this group of people, they are all famous figures, and they are all important weapons that can manipulate the life and death of others and affect the East China Sea. The characters of Jiangshan Sheji.

But these people, at this time, bowed their heads solemnly and surrounded the two people at the front.

The woman on the right is aloof and aloof, wearing a white gold Chilong costume, and the man on the right is like an exiled immortal, wearing a black gold Kuilong costume. Walking together, they really look like a fairy companion.

far away
Ning Sheng, the emperor of the Dang Dynasty, greeted him from afar.

He has a dignified appearance, a broad forehead, and an extraordinary green dragon robe, but he looks more than 40 years old.

"Great-grandson Ning Sheng has seen his grandmother, and if she is in good health, then my East China Sea is in good health. If my grandmother is blessed, then my East China Sea is blessed." The Son of Heaven looked at the White Dragon King with a smile on his face, and then glanced at Xia Yuan, "I don't know if this senior yes?"

Before Ning Bao could open his mouth, a chubby man with a smile came out, and said in a shrill voice, "Xia Yuan is just a student who came to the capital from outside. How can he wear this Kui with four levels of strength? Long Yi? Is this out of etiquette?"

This is Guo Sheng, one of the ten close attendants.

The emperor was taken aback.

Everyone was also taken aback.

The brain goes blank.

Students from outside the capital?
Ground lock quadruple?

Xia Yuan remained expressionless, and glanced at the eunuch who was hiding a knife in his smile.

Well, the name matches the face.

On the other side, Ning Bao said coldly: "No?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, the royal relatives immediately understood that the feeling was that the ancestor had lived alone for a hundred years, so he found a noodle, but the appearance of this noodle was really good, if Guo Sheng hadn't said it, they would definitely not be able to see it. come out.

Guo Sheng hurriedly said: "How can our family dare to take care of the White Dragon King? Our family is really confused, we should fight, we should fight."

While talking, he slapped his mouth.

Behind Ning Bao, among the royal relatives, a tall and mighty man said, "Get off!"

Guo Sheng clasped his hands together, "What Champion Hou said is, let's get out of here."

As he spoke, he stepped back.

He was very measured, he just stepped forward to point it out, and didn't give the White Dragon King a chance to make up a story, that's all.

And because the status of Shi Jinshi is extremely special, and the water here is as deep as a quiet abyss, which cannot be summed up by the four words "servant of the emperor", so he retreated, just retreated.

Except for a small number of people in the royal family and relatives, most of them are in the White Dragon King's camp, so when the White Dragon King accepted his face, they also acquiesced, not only acquiesced, but also maintained.

It's just that the other powerful officials who knew Xia Yuan's identity were completely speechless.

Everyone who guessed it was the master before was dumbfounded and sighed inwardly at the absurdity.
The dignified grand master of the town and a brat, how decent is this.

absurd.

It's ridiculous.

moment.

take a seat.

The emperor is in the middle.

The White Dragon King is on the left.

Xia Yuan is second from left.

The royal relatives and relatives sat down one by one to the left. Even if they were upset in their hearts, they would not be able to dismantle their ancestors here.

On the right are officials and ministers.

Only Guo Sheng, the ten servants, came today, and it was just a birthday party.

At this time, with a smile on his face, he sat quietly at the end on the right.

After that, there are some congratulatory activities.

The dancing girl taps the drum.

Heaven Sealed Sword Dance.

The Qinglong Imperial City is more lively than New Year's Eve, and the whole people are celebrating. Waves of lively sound, combined with the light and shadow between the sky and the earth, look extremely festive.

Night in the palace is like day, and all the dignitaries come and go.

The time that cannot be pretended flies by
Three rounds of wine.

The emperor suggested writing poems and paintings to congratulate the ancestors.

Writing poems and painting is a tradition of various countries.

Visualization pictures are derived from paintings, and there are certain similarities between mental methods and poetry. Some exercises are even created after being inspired by poetry. Therefore, poetry reciting and painting have always been enjoyed by students and even the court. His elegance.

In history, anyone who can create a practice, except for a few special cases, is basically a great poet, a great painter, who has read spring, summer, autumn and winter, seen the world's fickleness, and calmed down with a myriad of patterns in his heart. The door broke the mortal martial arts skills.

And this kind of kungfu that can break the lock of the earth and break the seal of the sky is also called Xuan Gong.

What the academy learns is profound kung fu.

The birth of the top-level Xuan Gong will even cause visions of heaven and earth, poetry and painting, the same reason.

These visualizations, majestic paintings and characters seem to have a wonderful connection with the heaven and the earth, so there will be a scene of "the blood ancestor's magic art is born, and the heaven and the earth will read it again".

When it comes to writing poems, many people smiled, obviously quite satisfied.

The Son of Heaven was also a little drunk, pointing to a scribe in the front row on the right:

"Yan Xiangguo, you have a brilliant literary talent, so I'll let you start."

The man was seven feet tall and had the demeanor of an important minister. He hurriedly stood up and said respectfully: "I obey."

The emperor looked at his cautious appearance and said with a smile: "There are no monarchs and ministers today, and they are all celebrating the birthday of the ancestors."

Yan Xiangguo just came to the center of the hall, and the eunuchs had already prepared pens, inks, papers and inkstones
He thought for a while, picked up the pen and slowly dropped it.

Everyone leaned over to watch.

Slowly read it word by word:

"Yushu is slightly cool and the Milky Way turns, when the red curtains and the swifts return.

The firecrackers have frightened the Luan for a hundred years, and the cloud returns with a song of thousands of guests. "

“The situation and the scene are really good”

"As expected of Yan Xiangguo."

"Well written."

Xia Yuan looked at Ning Bao.

In front of everyone, Ning Bao was really majestic, he didn't look like the little girl who was with him at all.

At this time, Yan Xiangguo had already held up the poem and handed it to Ning Bao with both hands.

"Please take a look at the White Dragon King."

Although his status is not low, but in terms of emotion and reason, the White Dragon King has to bow his head.

Ning Bao recited it lightly, tasted the meaning, and smiled politely: "Xiangguo's writing is good, graceful and meticulous, and I like it very much."

Only then did Yan Xiangguo take out a round red seal, and lightly stamped it in the center of the poem, revealing the words "Pearl and Jade Layman", and then bundled it into a roll and handed it to the eunuch, who would send it to the dragon house after the banquet. Wang Temple.

Afterwards, another old man from the royal relatives came out. This old man was already gray-haired, but his eyes were still piercing. He wrote a poem:
In March of the [-]th birthday, peach blossoms begin to bloom outside the wall.

I want to see the guests of Juxing Hall, and the birthday cups are full of spring fragrance.

Everyone looked at it and thought it was very good.

The old man came to Ning Bao with the poem in both hands, and said respectfully: "Auntie Wuxie, please have a look."

Xia Yuan drank in silence, he had already gotten used to the situation.

Ning Bao looked at it, and praised generously: "Xiaoyun's writing is not bad, this handwriting is quite strong, I still remember that when you were young, your handwriting was poor, and later you studied hard and practiced hard, and the ink and the floor were all black. I accept this poem."

The old man obviously didn't expect anyone to mention his childhood, so he smiled and said, "Thank you, Auntie."

Then he also took out the seal, and after covering it, he gathered it into a roll.

After that.
Many people came out to present poems or paintings, and Ning Bao accepted them one by one.

at the end.
Poems and paintings have been rolled out one by one.

The two rounds of bright moon are about to reach the climax together.

The night is like water.

Guo Sheng kept stroking the jade wrench finger, his smiling eyes were slightly narrowed, with the taste of a cold knife.

Seeing that one person had just finished writing a poem and did not receive any follow-up, he suddenly raised his voice and said: "Our family... thinks that there is always something missing on this day when the White Dragon King is very happy."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone immediately looked over.

"What do Master Guo think is missing?"

Guo Shengdao: "In this situation, White Dragon King must hope that Mr. Xia can write a poem for her, right? If so, it will be considered perfect. But our family is just a proposal."

As he spoke, he waved his hands and smiled.

This smile hides a knife.

Birthday poems can be written by others.

But if Xia Yuan writes it, what is it?
Is this a reminder that the age difference between the two is more than 80 years old?
This is pure disgusting people, no matter how you write it, it doesn't feel right.

What's more, this Xia Yuan is only talented, he is still a young man, how big a plan can he have in his chest?

What kind of shit can you write?
Zhu Yu is the first, and what he wrote is used as the finale, and it will definitely be passed on as a joke, and even ridiculed by the whole country.

Anyway, Guo Sheng was not afraid at all, and this suggestion was reasonable and did not exceed any etiquette.

Of course, you can refuse.

But if you refuse, that's a sign of weakness.

Ning Bao naturally thought of it too, her pretty face was frosty, and she was about to speak.
Xia Yuan had already spoken out ahead of time.

He shook the fine wine in his glass and said with a smile, "Why not?"

Guo Sheng was overjoyed in his heart, the brat is easy to take the bait, so he quickly made a final decision: "Then our family will wait and see, and wish you a fine poem in advance, and a beautiful article."

Xia Yuan drank the wine in his glass, looked at him with a drunken face, and said with a smile: "But I have a condition, as a person, I can only write well when I am relaxed."

Guo Sheng's eyes lit up: "How to relax?"

Xia Yuan smiled and said: "Master Guo, then I have to trouble you to help me take off my boots, and then grind ink by my side, okay?"

Guo Sheng was stunned, his face was frosty.

"Couldn't it be better to change the maid?"

Xia Yuan sighed and said: "Oh, I suddenly wavered in writing, Mr. Guo is not willing to cooperate."

Guo Sheng gritted his teeth with hatred.

Ning Bao bowed his head and smiled, Junshang is really naughty, he doesn't know how old he is, but still like this
At this moment, the Son of Heaven said directly: "Guo Jinshi, since you brought up this matter, you should agree to it? Today is Grandmother Wuxie's birthday, so don't let it spoil the fun."

Guo Sheng clenched his fists and could no longer refuse, he said sharply: "Our family obeys the order."

(End of this chapter)