Saint of the Confucian way

They were getting closer and closer, and soon Zhao Hongzhuang was only half behind the horse.

Ram Teng turned his head and looked helpless on his face.

As a member of Gongyang family, he raced with Zhao Hongzhuang many times.

Their Jiao horses are of the same lineage and have similar strength. Gongyangteng's riding skill is better than Zhao Hongzhuang, especially in the horse war. Even without the power of scholars, he can easily defeat ten Zhao Hongzhuang. After all, he has been on the battlefield.

But now the two sides are just a pure race. The advantage of light 70 kg is far greater than the advantage of riding better than one chip.

Gongyang Teng looked back and saw unprecedented concentration and desire in Zhao Hongzhuang's eyes.

As a good friend of Zhao Hongzhuang, Gongyang Teng knows that Zhao Hongzhuang is a unique woman and a persistent scholar. Since childhood, she has studied harder than her peers and practiced the six skills of a gentleman harder than all men.

Gongyangteng still remembers that many years ago, Xuanzong held the first emperor and Zhao Hongzhuang's brother and sister in both hands to attend the cultural conference that only aristocratic families and royal families in Beijing were qualified to participate.

At that time, Zhao Hongzhuang, who was seven years old, was very strong. The Literary Association did not let women write poetry. However, relying on Xuanzong's love, she rushed forward, grabbed the pen from a boy and wrote an excellent poem, which was better than many of her peers.

A patriarchal old scholar was unhappy, so he asked her why she studied so hard.

Zhao Hongzhuang raised her head and replied, "if women can take the imperial examination, they won't be ready to sharpen their guns."

At that time, all the adults laughed and some children laughed. However, Gongyang Teng, three years old, felt that Zhao Hongzhuang was unusual and kept it in mind, because he was the boy who was robbed of his pen by Zhao Hongzhuang.

One is a Royal Princess and the other is a child of an aristocratic family. They meet from time to time. Gongyangteng often hears about Zhao Hongzhuang. He knows that she often answers questions after the imperial examination, and then compares it with the poetry and articles of the last candidate. She often says, but so.

Five years ago, one of her close friends gave up studying and married abroad. A year later, the woman threw herself into a well.

Soon, Zhao Hongzhuang received a blood letter left by her close friend on her deathbed.

Hate to be a man! Hate! Hate! Hate!

Since then, Zhao Hongzhuang never did the title of the imperial examination, and never said "but so".

Gongyang Teng often heard women in the women's society vent their anger and say "if I were a man", but Zhao Hongzhuang never said so. She only said that one day, women all over the world will be able to take the imperial examination!

Many people advised Zhao Hongzhuang to get married early and not to spend so much time reading. No matter who advised, she would always answer in one sentence.

"Wouldn't it be too late for a woman to regret if she could take the imperial examination?"

At first, hearing Zhao Hongzhuang say so, Gongyang teng only felt that this woman was determined and not in the pool.

But when I heard this again, there was no reason for a faint sadness in my heart.

If Zhao Hongzhuang couldn't wait for the women's imperial examination until she died, would she regret it?

Gongyangteng's deepest memory of Zhao Hongzhuang was a cultural conference three years ago.

At that time, there was a scholar who asked, "do you believe in the heavenly way, your Highness Princess?"

Zhao Hongzhuang replied, "I don't believe in one day."

"Why?"

"If one day a woman is not guilty, why should she bear the punishment of not being able to take the imperial examination? Why should the shoulder be less than the punishment of a man!"

The hall was full of men, silent.

Gongyang Teng still remembers Zhao Hongzhuang's sonorous and powerful voice.

Gongyang Teng, as a lifter, has been baptized by talent for three times. He is particularly strong and still feels tired after galloping for three hundred miles. But Zhao Hongzhuang is not only petite, but also not baptized by talent. His body is far inferior to him.

Zhao Hong's makeup was lying on the horse, her hairpin hair was messy, her breathing was short, her face kept sweating, constantly stained with dust, and sweating washed the dust, making mud marks on her face.

She could not sit still, her hands had no strength, but her strong will made her firmly grasp the reins.

In Gongyang Teng's mind, Zhao Hongzhuang immediately overlapped with the girl who robbed his brush and turned into the same woman in red.

She was born innocent and unfair, but she never gave up!

The ram heaved a soft sigh.

At the moment, it is only a mile away from Tongshan.

"Drive!" Zhao Hongzhuang bit her teeth and shouted. Her whole body was suddenly full of endless strength, and her eyes were burning with fighting spirit.

Even if Heaven comes, she can't bow her head!

"She... Is better than me."

Gongyangteng didn't deliberately want to make the same final sprint, but he obviously felt that his Jiaoma was tired. He could solve it as long as he attracted some vitality of heaven and earth, but now he can't do anything.

A red figure galloped between heaven and earth, while a man in black stood side by side with her.

Fang Yun is standing in front. There is a line drawn with a real dragon ancient sword on the ground.

"Drive!"

"Drive!"

They rushed to the finish line together.

Zhao Hongzhuang is three inches ahead of gongyangteng, less than half the length of a horse's head.

But after crossing the finish line, the ram leaped over, and Zhao Hongzhuang weakly loosened the reins. As soon as her body tilted, it was about to roll down.

The invisible power fell on Zhao Hongzhuang, and the sprint Jiaoma was set in place.

Fang Yun thanked the guardian Confucianism, flew over to pick up Zhao Hongzhuang, then flew to the other side, took out a simple quilt from Yinjiang shell and put her on it.

Zhao Hongzhuang sat up quickly, her lips white, her face covered with sweat and mud, and there was an indelible light in her eyes.

"Who is the leader?"

Fang Yun smiled and said, "you are a female champion, half ahead."

Zhao Hongzhuang showed a brilliant smile, the white shell teeth were arranged neatly, her eyes were bent, and the joy in her eyes was enough to melt the early winter.

The ram who was riding back whispered, "if I were a few miles away, I would be the champion."

When he spoke, he had a faint smile on his face and looked at Zhao Hongzhuang and Fang Yun more brightly than the sun.

Others arrived one after another. The first three confirmed that some people began to slow down before reaching the finish line.

A woman saw Zhao Hongzhuang fall on the bedding and shouted at Gongyang Teng: "my sister-in-law likes the red makeup Princess best. If you hurt her, I think you can explain it when you go home?"

Gong Yang heard people mention his wife, and his face was full of a smile of comfort. He said, "what is wrong with your royal highness?"

When all the staff arrived, Fang Yun took out Wen Bao from Yinjiang berry and gave it to the top three.

Zhao Hongzhuang carefully put away the Wenbao pen.

After sending Wenbao, Fang yunwang looked at Tongshan mountain, which was pale yellow.

Tongshan mountain is the general name of many peaks, stretching thousands of miles.

Before the founding of Jingguo, a small group of more than 300 barbarians lost their way to Tongshan mountain and fought fiercely with nearby defenders. Finally, the Terran wiped out the barbarians at the cost of more than 3000 people.

In order to commemorate the martyrs killed in battle, the military of Mizhou established a small checkpoint in the north of Tongshan mountain.

It already belongs to the boundary of Mizhou, and there is a Hong County ten miles away from Tongshan, where Liushan serves as the county magistrate. It has always been regarded by the Zuo Xiang party as the birthplace of Liushan.

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