I Rely on Beauty to Stabilize the Country

There are two official schools in the capital, one is Guozixue, and the other is Taixue. +++ The latest ranking of Tanmei novels: www.ltnovel.com That night, the news of Guozixue was somehow spread to Taixue. The head teacher of Taixue brazenly issued a unilateral invitation for cooperation and formed four teams. The Cuju team intends to compete with Guozixue in front of Sheng Shang tomorrow.

What fun is there for people in your school to play by themselves? Bring us together! Our students are very powerful and good at playing football!

In finding the unpleasant piece for Guozixue, too much scholarship is so confusing.

On the second day, the holy master arrived. The holy master was wearing ordinary clothes and sitting in a covered pavilion. It was still cold at this time. None of the servants and ministers of civil and military affairs dared to let the master blow more. Cold wind.

Only the side of the pavilion facing the arena was vacated, and the brazier was piled aside. At this time, the game had not yet started, but the side of the stadium was already crowded with people who had heard the news.

These people, squeezing their heads and want to see the Holy One.

The noise outside the venue is noisy, and it will break through the sky after the excitement. Some people climbed up to the tree and stretched their necks to look into the venue.

Tang Mian, the son of Hubu Shangshu, clenched his fists and felt a little numb. He only felt that his (chest xiong) mouth was full of tension. After looking at the pavilion of the saint in the distance, the tension turned into a raging fighting spirit.

His good friend Pyeongchang Hou Shizi was talking to Tang Mian nervously at this time: "I think my calf is cramping."

Tang Mian was surprised, "Knead it quickly, the game will begin in a while, we have to play it beautifully for the holy!"

"I'm nervous just because I know that the sage is here," Pyeongchang Hou Shizi said bitterly. "My father heard that I was going to play for the sage today, and he called me up early in the morning before it turned up. I'm going to be exhausted with **** and running again."

Tang Mian was dumb, he turned left and right anxiously, "Your dragon is playing well, but you can't be without you."

Hou Shizi Pyeongchang couldn't help feeling triumphant. He swayed his legs hard, hissed: "I will rub it first."

Most of the people who played Cuju on the court were boys who had not yet bowed. Hearing that the saint was coming, there are still so many people around who are watching. Although there is some stage fright, excitement and excitement account for the majority.

"It's still a bit cold outside, but these boys are not afraid," Gu Yuanbai wore a fox fur with white (color) fluff around his face. "Look, they are all in thin shirts."

Tian Fusheng felt sorry for the sage, and carefully warmed up a pot of tea for him. "When I run, I sweat, but I get cold easily after sweating. After all, I am young and can bear it."

"Order to go down, and give me a bowl of **** soup when the kick is over, let the people in the university pay attention, don't lose too much."

"Yes." Tian Fusheng gave orders.

*

The match between the two universities was naturally eye-catching. The sound of cheers and annoyance spread all the way to another hill not far away.

Chu Weizheng was walking with his classmates and saw this lively scene from a distance. The classmate smiled and said, "If it wasn't for me that I really didn't have any interest in Cuju, I would also go there to make fun."

Chu Wei's eyebrows were faint. He was dressed in blue clothes. He was handsome and handsome. He was a bit alienated and cold between his eyebrows. He was really a jade-like person, the most famous man in the entire capital.

"Noisy," Chu Wei said, "If there is something good at the top, you must vote for it at the bottom."

Classmates jokingly said: "You should be happy that the best of today's sages are not the rare treasures, otherwise it will be another disaster for the people of the world."

Chu Wei met the crowd not far away coldly. He had gone out to study since he passed the exam seven years ago. He has seen more people who are suffering and unable to eat, and he has become more disappointed in the superiors. Today's sages have done nothing and have done nothing, and have bullied the ministers on his head for so many years. There is really nothing worth making Chu Wei look at.

The classmate knew what he was thinking when he looked at him. He smiled and continued to walk leisurely.

Nowadays, although Daheng is Haiyan Heqing on the surface, in the eyes of people who can see the form clearly, they know that this peace will not last long.

Once this weak and sickly little emperor dies, he will suffer from internal and external troubles, and will be surrounded by wolves.

Even if the little emperor's fate is so hard to die, can he tame those evil wolves that are starving with green eyes?

What kind of tame, do you want to tame the weak?

*

In this lively Cuju game, the people who kicked it were sweating, and the people who watched it were sweating too. More importantly, when these young boys came to the scene, the servant in the palace delivered a bowl of hot **** soup. After learning that it was specially ordered by the holy, many poor children couldn't help but become red. Got an eye.

"Thank you, Sheng," he picked up Jiang Tangyi (dry gan), and his whole body quickly became warm after being connected to the body. Several large young men also covered their red eyes. "The **** soup is delicious."

"A few brothers, go and put on your clothes," the servant in the palace was also very kind, "it's still early spring after all, don't let it go."

The people slowly dispersed. After Pingchang Houfu's son Li Yan pinched his nose and drank a bowl of **** soup, he shouted, "Be refreshed!"

Passing the bowl to the waiter, he put Tang Mian's shoulders on his shoulders, and said, "Brother Mian, why don't you drink it yet? Isn't it reluctant?"

Tang Mian's ears were red, and he drank in one sip, "Without a handle on his mouth, it's just nonsense."

The two were talking, and Pingchanghou’s young man ran over, "My son, the lord wants you to hurry up and meet him."

Pyeongchang Hou Shizi was taken aback, "Holy face?"

He suddenly became at a loss, "I am, I am still wearing a Cuju costume."

The young man anxiously said: "You can put on any clothes first, the master is in a hurry."

Pyeongchang Hou Shizi hurriedly followed behind him, and went to the pavilion Miansheng with Pyeongchang Hou.

Gu Yuanbai just invited the head teachers of the two institutions to speak, and after receiving the notification, he said, "Come in."

The father and son Pingchang Hou saluted, and said cautiously: "The holy dragon is healed, the minister wants to come and see."

Gu Yuanbai smiled, "Why are you so cautious with me? Sit down."

Pyeongchanghou sat not far away meticulously, his back straight, still nervous.

How can I not be nervous? People who don’t face the Sage directly can never understand their feelings. The Sage was a young emperor, and originally thought that the past ten years have allowed them to penetrate the character of the Sage. Who knows that guessing is all about the Sage. How old is the saint in a game? The crown was erected last year!

His father sat down, Pingchang Hou Shizi did not dare to sit. Gu Yuanbai swept his eyes to the young man's son Lang, who kept his head down, and said, "This is Brother Yan. It turns out that it is so big."

Pyeongchang Hou said: "The kid is stubborn, and when he gets older, he makes the minister a headache."

"Young people should do the same," Gu Yuanbai smiled, "Brother Yan, come and sit next to me."

Li Yan sat down anxiously next to the saint. Although he was beside him, he was standing between the two people. I wonder if it was an illusion. After sitting down, Li Yan always felt a hint of fragrance on the tip of his nose.

The incense used in the palace is all good incense. The more you smell it, the more you will be intoxicated. Li Yan's whole body is crisp when he smells it. He heard the saint joking aside: "I heard many adults say that the appearance of Hou Shizi in Pyeongchang It’s pretty, it’s a pity that they don’t have a daughter suitable for marriage at home, otherwise they would have to act as (强qiang) first.

Pyeongchang Hou felt very proud, but Li Yan was so embarrassed that he was fidgeting, and the saint was very narrow, and deliberately said to him: "Brother Yan, look up and let me see what you are now."

Like a stiff duck, Li Yan raised his head so violently, his young face was flushed with shame, and he forgot to dodge his eyes and saw Sheng Yan.

Sheng Shang looked at him in a little surprise, Li Yan struck his neck, and his cavity was blank in his head.

Hou Pyeongchang shouted: "Li Yan!"

Li Yan's heart jumped fiercely, and he almost jumped up. He quickly lowered his head and said at a loss: "Holy, the kid has nothing to do..."

Gu Yuanbai likes such a lively, young and powerful young man. He smiled, "Pingchanghou, it doesn't have to be like this. Yan Geer is really (sexual) love, is a good boy."

The sage exaggerated a few words, and Pyeongchanghou told his son to withdraw. Li Yan walked out of the pavilion in a daze, Tang Mian was constantly looking outside the guard station, and hurriedly waved when he saw him coming out.

Li Yan walked over, and the two looked at each other and walked silently into the crowd. After walking a few steps, Li Yan suddenly stopped. He looked around and swallowed. He turned to follow Tang Mian and said, "You said, did you see how the saint was the last time you entered the palace?"

Tang Mian nodded slightly, "What's wrong, you watched it this time? Don't you listen to your father the most?"

Li Yan (touching Mo) chuckled his head. Instead of answering this, he said as if to throw a bomb on the ground: "How about finding a painter for the two of us? I want to..." He pointed to the sky, although afraid, Still boldly felt the incomparable excitement, "Draw that person down."

Tang Mian jumped up in shock, "Are you crazy?!"

"I'm not crazy," Li Yan winked at him, "Let's not follow the drawing, our eyebrows are with me, and the nose and lips are with you. If we want to see the painting, let's move our heads together. Who can find in the bedroom?"

Tang Mian swallowed, and his mind glanced at the image of the saint that day, and when he met Li Yan, they knew each other that it was done.